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Prompt: Sadayo's Master (Persona)
🕑 Added 2020-03-14 18:10:57 +0000 UTCSummary: Chapter 7 of Listening to Her Needs. Akira and Sadayo were having a nice to themselves, when Ann and Makoto came over to visit. Of course, just because they're there doesn't mean Akira has to stop being 'Becky's' Master. Includes: Secret sex, anal, and Romance
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Akira wondered if this was what life would be like when he got older. When he and Sadayo were married, and they had a nice little home either in the outskirts of Tokyo, or deep in the heart, would this be what life would be like for them?
That question brought a blush to his face. He tried his best to ignore the warmth spreading throughout his skin as he took a long breath.
He looked up from his work. He had been tinkering with a few gadgets for the Phantom Thieves. A few smoke bombs, a few lockpicks, and a couple of other things he was experimenting with. Of course, it was hard to focus on his work when his maid was walking around, but he considered it good practice.
He watched Sadayo pass by him, duster in hand as she brushed at the wall. She brushed the dust away, standing with her back to him as he watched her. She didn’t spare him a glance as she worked, quietly doing her task.
Akira smiled at her. She was beautiful, even when she acted so cold to him. She ignored his smile and his leering eyes as he watched her move about the room, cleaning it.
Honestly, at this point, she really wasn’t cleaning anything. Sadayo was an amazing woman, but the most cleaning she ever did was the first time he called her to his room and she hated it. Akira didn’t want her to actually do anything too tiring. He just wanted her to play the role she was dressed for.
“How’s my laundry going, Miss Kawakami?” he asked, returning his eyes down to his work. He didn’t look at her, treating her as if she was beneath him.
“Finished, Mister Kurusu.” He looked up, raising his brow as he stared at her. His silver eyes reminded her of her place as she stopped and bowed her head. “I mean, Master Akira.”
“That’s good. I hate it when people use my last name. My father’s Mr. Kurusu. Me? I’m just Akira,” he explained, chuckling as Sadayo returned to cleaning his room.
She was such a good maid. A beautiful, wonderful woman.
Akira looked at the little gadget he was tinkering with. If he set it right, it should be properly connected with the devices he had bought. Only one way to find out, though. He turned the device, taking it from one to three.
Sadayo gasped, jumping slightly, and Akira grinned. Well, it worked. That was good. He put the small device down, eyeing the dial on it, before he returned to his work. Sadayo was shaking, facing a wall as Akira listened to the low hum of the vibratiors inside of her.
This was all part of their little game. Akira and Sadayo had come up with it together. The teacher was to play the role of a maid, and he was her Master. Nothing new for them, but they added a little spice to this particular scenario.
That spice came in the flavor of several remote vibrators on and in Sadayo’s body. There was one in her pussy, one in her ass, and one on each of her large breasts. They had been set to a low, slow ‘one’ for the last few minutes, but play time was over. Now it was time to get serious.
She turned her head, shaking as he ignored her this time. He was working on one of his thieves’ tools, admiring the material, putting everything into place. By the time he looked up, Sadayo was back to work, trying to ignore the vibrators going at it against her body.
Akira was merciful, of course. He allowed her to get used to the new pace they were going at. It might seem small still, but the difference between a one and a three was leaving Sadayo’s legs quivering. She was taking long, slow breaths as she aimlessly swept the wall of Akira’s room, passing by the chocolate fountain he had bought with his friends.
She pretended to clean the base of it as Akira watched her. This time her eyes caught his staring at her, and she shook her ass side to side. His eyes glanced at her butt, before looking back at her. She rose up, tits pressing against her dress.
“Sadayo, could you come here?” he asked, motioning her closer. She looked at him, before looking at the chocolate fountain he had. She lifted a hand and dipped a couple of fingers in, before walking over to him.
“Yes, Master Akira?” She moved with swaying hips and a coy smile. She took one of her fingers and brought it to her lips, licking it for Akira.
“Hm.” He watched her tongue coil around the digit, cleaning it. She sucked it clean, before popping her finger out of her mouth. “No one said you could eat while you work.”
“You always did say I could have some whenever I wanted,” she replied.
“That was for my girlfriend,” he replied. “Not the help.” Sadayo giggled. She smiled at him.
They both loved this game they were playing. Sadayo leaned forward, sucking on one of her fingers as her breasts hung low. Akira glanced at her cleavage, admiring her tits. Her huge, soft tits were swinging gently side to side, before Sadayo placed a hand on his shaggy head of hair.
She gently pulled his head up, making his eyes meet hers. “My eyes are up here, Mas-ter.” She tapped her finger on his lips, wiping the warm chocolate onto him. He licked it up as she leaned back. “You wanted something?” she asked.
“You missed a spot.” He pointed behind her, but neither bothered to actually follow his finger. She just giggled, turning around to walk away.
Her ass waved goodbye to him again, but after she took two steps, Akira moved the dial on the remote. He went from a three to a five, and Sadayo moaned aloud, nearly falling forward as the vibrators buzzed.
There were several vibrators on her. One each taped to her tits, pressed against her nipples. The soft skin hardened from the vibrations, and she was left shaking. Her breasts were always sensitive, and Akira made sure to give her lots of attention as they rubbed against her boobs.
Those weren’t the only vibrators on her, though. She also had another inside her pussy and against her clit. The vibrations sent jolts of pleasure through her body, and even as she tried to calm herself down and return to her work, Akira could see little puddles of arousal on the ground.
It was delicious to see for the young man.
“Everything okay, Sadayo?” he asked.
‘Y-y-yes!” she gasped, thighs pressed together as she tried to control herself. Akira moved the dial, shooting the vibrations up to six. “Ahh!” She was humping the air, moving her hips as the vibrators went wild on her body.
Akira loved to torment his teacher, and watching her body writhe under her tight maid outfit made his cock harden between his legs. There was no question of whether or not she will break. The only question was how long.
He was betting not long.
“Back to cleaning, Sadayo. You still have a job to do.”
“R-right,” she grunted, trying to walk over to a broom that was perched up against the wall. She moved slowly, reaching for it, but as her fingers brushed against the smooth, wooden shaft, Akira kicked up the vibrations to a seven. “Ahh… P-please, I-I… Akira!”
She fell against the wall, leaning against it as Akira smiled. He licked his lips at the sight, listening to the sensational moans she was making. He could still taste the chocolate she left on his lips.
“Now, Sadayo, is that any way to refer to your employer?” he asked, pretending to focus his attention back on his tinkering.
Sadayo was breaking. Akira got up from his desk, walking towards her as she panted. She looked at him as he smiled at her. She wrapped herself in her arms, closing her eyes as the vibrators loudly buzzed against her pleasure spots.
“Are you okay, my dear?” he teased, moving closer with the confidence of a Master.
He still remembered when she dominated him, when she took control. It was amazing, breathtaking, and divine. She made him so happy, but now he wanted to return the favor. He loved what she did to him, but he loved making her lose control even more.
“M-Master,” she whimpered. “P-please, I-I need…” She was sweating, cheeks flushed red, body quivering, but Akira’s favorite part of her were her eyes.
Her eyes were glistening, on the verge of tears. Of course Akira would have stopped if he was actually hurting her, but they both knew that wasn’t the case.
Those tears were ones of need. She wanted him, and he’d be lying if he didn’t want her just as much.
“Yes?” he slowly inquired, a knowing smirk on his face as he closed the distance between them.
That was when they heard the door opening downstairs. Sadayo’s eyes widened and even the confident and calm Akira felt a jolt of surprise.
“Akira! You here?” Ann asked, walking up the stairs, but a well trained thief like Akira could tell she wasn’t alone. There was another pair of footsteps following behind Ann, and the sound of another familiar voice confirmed his suspicions.
“I hope we aren’t intruding on him,” Makoto thought aloud.
“W-what are they doing here?!” Sadayo whispered, eyes widening as Akira’s nimble fingers turned the dial. The vibrators were brought down to a one as Makoto and Ann reached his room, finding Akira face to face with the maid.
“Sh,” he whispered, placing a finger to his lips. “Let me handle this,” was the last thing he said as Makoto and Ann stepped inside.
Sadayo was willing to listen to her boyfriend, but there was something off about the way he was smiling. She wasn’t sure what idea scared her more. Him telling Ann and Makoto the truth, or him trying to cover up who she was to the two students…?
Either way, she and Akira both turned to face the two young girls. The two stared at Akira and Sadayo, and judging by their confused expressions, neither seemed to recognize the teacher. She kept her head down, never more thankful for the wig she wore for this job.
“I’m sorry. Are we interrupting something?” Makoto inquired.
“Not at all,” Akira replied. He was calm, almost ridiculously so, and his calm nature seemed to be almost infectious to the younger girls.
Not to poor Sadayo, though. She was sweating under her clothes and wig, eyes on the ground, heart pounding. She was so scared of being found out, yet Akira showed no fear as he spoke. How the hell did he do that?
“This is just a maid I hire every now and again. There’s a good service that provides them that I found a few months ago, you see, and I hire her to come and help around the cafe when I’m alone.”
“Oh. Okay,” Ann nodded her head.
“I see. I can only imagine how difficult keeping the shop is for just you and Sojiro,” Makoto commented. “It makes sense you would require assistance in that matter.”
Sadayo’s jaw would have hit the ground if she wasn’t hiding her emotions right now. She tried to put on a polite smile, fingers tightly clenching the broom in hand as she pretended to clean the room. She brushed it back and forth, but her eyes glanced towards Akira.
He gave a confident smile, silver eyes shining with pride. Sadayo had no idea how he did it, but she was pretty sure Akira could have charmed the horns of the devil himself if he wanted to. She almost wanted to accuse him of using his Phantom Thief powers on her and the other girls, but she held back her tongue.
No need letting Makoto and Ann know about Akira’s little secret.
“So, what can I do for you girls?” Akira asked, tilting his head.
“We just came by to see you. Maybe hang out together,” Ann smiled. “What do you say? We can go get lunch together or something?”
Hearing that made Sadayo feel… something. She tried not to show it, but her lips were twitching trying to form a frown. She and her boyfriend were just about to have some fun! He couldn’t leave.
And unfortunately for her, that was exactly what she muttered under her breath. “He can’t.” Ann and Makoto both looked at her, and Sadayo’s eyes widened. She opened her mouth, but nothing came out this time.
Say something, she urged herself. Say something! “Um... Uh…What I meant was-”
“Sojiro was very explicit. I can’t leave Becky alone in the cafe. He’s just being paranoid, but it’s not like I can disobey him,” Akira explained.
“Ah. That’s understandable,” Makoto nodded. “Just business, I’m sure,” she offered, smiling at ‘Becky.’
Becky smiled back, appreciative of the kind student. It was sweet of her to try and comfort a stranger.
“Well, that’s no problem! We can hang out around the cafe,” Ann smiled, and Makoto nodded her head in agreement.
Sadayo looked at Akira, but all he offered her was a small glance towards her. He gave her a quick and subtle wink, before turning his silver eyes to his two friends.
The maid gulped. She didn’t like what she was seeing, because she knew exactly what that glimmer was in Akira’s eyes. It was a sign of mischief, and impending doom for her… and lots of evil, sinful fun for her Master.
Sadayo felt a chill went up her spine as Akira spoke. “That sounds great.” He had his hands in his pockets, and he turned the dial of his remote up a notch. Sadayo shuddered, feeling the vibrations hit her nipples and pussy.
She took a shaky breath as Akira walked forward to the two girls. “Come on, let’s have some food downstairs. Becky and I can put it together.”
“Awesome! Sounds great!” Ann beamed.
“Agreed,” Makoto nodded.
The three left Sadayo behind, and Akira turned his head just to give Sadayo a knowing smile. He gave her another wink, before he started talking to the two younger girls.
Her boyfriend must have made some kind of joke, because both girls just started laughing. Sadayo could feel her eye twitching as the two girls practically hung on every word her boyfriend was saying, and… and it wasn’t bothering Sadayo.
No, not at all.
She wasn’t annoyed that these two pretty young girls were all over her boyfriend. Yes, the two of them were closer to her boyfriend’s age than her… and very, very pretty for their age… and they probably wouldn’t get as old and gross as Sadayo would in a few y-years…
Sadayo gulped. She felt a twisting pain in her gut as she followed the three students. For a moment, that twisting sensation overpowered the low vibrations of the vibrators on and in her body. She shook it off and the four walked down the stairs together.
“Come on, Becky. Why don’t we make something to eat together?” Akira suggested, motioning his maid to follow him into Leblanc’s kitchen.
“S-sure.” She nodded her head, watching as Makoto and Ann sat down at an empty table together.
The cafe was closed, thankfully. Sojiro was off having a nice father-daughter day with Futaba, leaving the store all to Akira and his friends. The two girls had a quiet conversation with one another, talking about this or that with one another. Sadayo didn’t pay them much attention beyond a few glances, her annoyance quite clear to anyone who looked into her eyes.
Like Akira.
“You okay, gorgeous?” he teased with a quiet whisper. She didn’t look at him, pouting as she looked into the fridge.
“What would you like to eat?” she asked the two girls, and Ann giggled as she gently elbowed Makoto.
Maybe Ann thought she was being quieter than she actually was. Maybe she was just messing around. Whatever the reason, Ann made a snarky little comment that made Sadako’s blood boil.
“Wow, I’ve always wanted to be served by a maid. I bet this is the kind of treatment Haru gets all the time.”
“That does seem likely,” Makoto agreed.
“Man, I wish I had that kind of cash… Could probably have a whole legion of maids and butlers at my beck and call.”
If Ann thought that she could treat Sadayo like she was HER maid, then Sadayo was going to be grading Ann’s next paper extra harshly. She let out a low growl, before sighing. She quickly tried to calm herself down.
Ann didn’t know her teacher was here. She was just joking around with a friend. Sadayo shouldn’t be so antagonistic just because Ann was walking so close to Akira earlier…
“Hey. You okay?” Speak of the Devil. Akira was by her side, looking at her with a concerned look in his eyes.
“I’m alright,” she replied. “How about some curry and fried rice?” she suggested, pointing at the ingredients. He nodded his head in response, helping her take the ingredients out together as Makoto and Ann continued to talk.
The two both reached for the same item, and Akira took this moment to lean in close. Sadayo blushed as their cheeks brushed against the other and his voice tickled her ear.
“Don’t worry. You’re still my favorite. I just thought this would be a fun addition to our game. A little bit of competition is good for you,” he teased, and he pulled back, letting Sadayo to grab the rest.
He walked away from her, sitting down with Makoto and Ann. He said something clever again and the two girls beamed. Sadayo watched them, silently fuming. The two girls were soon laughing at something he said, and the older woman wanted to scoff.
Akira wasn’t that funny… Well, he did tell some good jokes every now and again, but… Sadayo rolled her eyes, feeling the vibrators rubbing against her pussy and nipples. She tried to hide her blush as they began to build pleasure up inside of her…
She closed her eyes, taking slow, quiet breaths. She put the ingredients down as the vibrators buzzed against her skin. It was so hard to think with them on. Pressing, rubbing against her clit and the inside of her pussy. Vibrating against her nipples. She started nibbling on her lower lip as she felt the build up grow and grow until...
Sadayo’s face was a subtle shade of red as she felt the vibrators on her body die down suddenly, almost turning off completely. Now they went almost unnoticed by the young woman as she gulped and began to prepare the simple dish.
She glanced at her boyfriend, who gave her a knowing smile as he spoke with the two hussies-er… His fellow students.
Focus, Sadayo...
Akira had actually showed her this dish before and taught it to her himself. She smiled as she relived the particular memory. Sadayo had never been particularly good at cooking before she met him. She made simple dishes, but never anything really delicious or extravagant. Just enough to take care of herself.
Then she started dating Akira, and he showed her what it meant to cook. He made it seem like an art, and she marveled at not just his style, but his presentation and the vivid taste of his food. She sighed quietly, a happy, wonderful sigh as she remembered tasting his food for the first time. Her mouth was becoming wet just thinking about it as her memories moved to when he had showed her how to cook.
Sadayo remembered his body against hers, pressing against her. She felt his hands holding hers as he told her what to do. It wasn’t in a sexual context, but maybe Sadayo just like taking orders from hi-
“Ah!” Sadayo dropped the long ladle she was holding. It fell to the ground, clattering against the ground as the vibrators jumped up to a four suddenly. Her legs trembled, thighs pressed together as she sucked in air between her lips.
“You okay, Becky?” Akira asked, turning his head to look at the maid with his two female friends.
“Y-yes!” she replied, shaking as the vibrations went to hell on her body. They weren’t even moving that fast, but it was the lack of control that really drove Sadayo mad.
She stared into Akira’s eyes for a moment, before bending down to clean up her mess. Her pussy was so wet. Her nipples ached for Akira’s hands against them… or maybe his mouth. God, to have his tongue dragging along her nipple…
Sadayo could feel her pussy juices sliding down her leg, and she had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep herself from moaning too loudly. She looked at Akira, before glancing at the spice rack by the oven.
“Master Akira.” Oh, he loved being called that. She could see his cocky little grin on his stupid, dumb, handsome face. Akira looked at her, playing innocent as she smiled. “Can you help me find the salt? I-I can’t seem to find i-eeet!” Sadayo squeaked, hoping she was able to maintain her cover as the dial was moved to a six.
The vibrators went crazy under her clothes, before sinking down to a one again. She was panting as Akira smiled and nodded his head.
“Sure, no problem, Becky. Excuse me, ladies.” He winked at the two girls, probably just to piss his actual girlfriend off. The two young women laughed his flirtations off as he walked over to her.
“Hm. I don’t see it,” he commented, looking at the empty spot on the rack.
“Yeah. Strange,” Sadayo muttered, dropping the small bottle to the ground as Akira stepped closer to her. The two hid their bodies behind the counter as they pretended to look around. The older woman leaned forward, whispering in her student’s ear as the fire inside of her began to wane.
“Master… Please.”
“Hm? Something wrong, my dear?” he teased, his voice a quiet whisper.
“I-I need… I need…” She grabbed the hem of her skirt, and Akira had to fight the growing smile on his face. She moved closer, and her breasts pushed against his chest as he smirked.
“Say it,” he ordered her, and she swallowed her pride.
Sadayo spared one last glance at the two students, before looking at Akira. “Please, make me cum?”
“As you wish, my dear…” He gave her a gentle push, and she fell back, sitting on the ground behind the counter. A moment later, he kissed her lips, and she fought the urge to cum from his kiss.
She wrapped her arms around him, pushing her tongue into his mouth. Akira’s tongue met hers, and they wrestled as his hand pressed against her breast. Sadayo was putty in his hand, and her braless chest was completely open to being groped and squeezed by his hungry fingers.
Akira kneeled down beside her to better please her, playing with her tits as his tongue wrestled with hers. He forced his tongue into her mouth as the hand on her chest slid down her body, moving to the end of her skirt.
Sadayo quietly sucked on Akira’s tongue as his fingers found her wet pussy. At first, he didn’t do anything to her. He just rubbed his fingers against the slick lips, catching her juices on his tips. Then he pushed a pair of fingers into her, slowly fingering her as Sadayo’s legs kicked at the ground.
Akira knew just how to please her. He could have tortured her right there, but he decided to be a nicer Master for now. Sadayo could feel his fingers pushing in and out of her at a quick, rapid pace. He was finger fucking her, and it felt so damn good.
His fingers brushed against the buzzing vibrators, making it move slightly inside her cunt. The vibrating egg pressed against different spots of her inner walls, sending more jolts throughout Sadayo’s quivering body.
Ann and Makoto were just a few feet away. They were talking to one another, completely ignorant of the fact that a teacher from their school was being fingered by their friend. Sadayo was shuddering, shaking as her pussy tightened around his digits.
She was an older woman. An adult. Yet she was completely subservient to Akira. She came to the feeling of his fingers inside of her, rubbing against her wet, inner walls. She had a smile on her face as her tongue slipped out of her mouth and into his, wrestling with his.
Sadayo began to moan, and once again, Akira saved her. He moved his leg, stretching it out to kick the nearby oven. The metal bang covered her moans, echoing through the cafe as Sadayo trembled, squirting her pussy juices onto Akira’s fingers and Sadayo’s thighs.
“Akira? Are you okay?” Makoto was getting up, and Akira quickly came to Sadayo’s rescue.
He broke the kiss as their saliva linked their mouths. The saliva broke, falling onto Sadayo’s clothes as Akira stood up. He smiled, crossing his arms, hiding just how wet his fingers were.
“Yeah. Just accidentally kicked the oven,” he shrugged. “Sorry about that, ladies.”
“Did… you find the salt?” the student council president inquired, raising her brow.
“I don’t think so.” Akira glanced at Sadayo, who placed her hands on his leg. She was looking up at him, staring at the tent he was sporting under his clothes. She lifted her hand to stroke his cock, moaning quietly as Akira leaned forward.
He was careful to hide his erection as he smiled at Makoto. “We’re going to go into the back to grab some more. Sorry for the wait, ladies. Just want to make sure the meal’s perfect for you both.” He gave the two girls his famous ‘Akira smirk,’ and Sadayo pouted, squeezing the tip of his erection through his pants.
Akira’s eyes widened for a moment and he gulped, before laughing it off, playing it cool as Sadayo quietly fumed.
Makoto and Ann nodded their heads, ignorant of Akira and Sadayo’s game. The young man leaned down to help Sadayo up, and he walked forward, leading her to the supply closet where Sojiro kept extra supplies.
Akira closed the door, but as soon as he turned around to face Sadayo, she lunged forward. She pushed him against the doors, frowning as he smiled innocently.
“Why do you keep doing that?” Sadayo growled.
“Doing what, my love?” She did her best to be mad at him, but it was so hard as his hand stroked her ass. She didn’t stop him, even as she crossed her arms to better lift up her breasts.
God, she was loving this. Sadayo’s confidence had slowly been growing since dating Akira. He made her feel so beautiful, and now here she was, trying to draw his eyes to her tits, knowing how much he loved her breasts.
His eyes glanced down at her chest, before she took his chin in hand and made him look her in the eyes. “Flirting with those two hussies.”
Akira would have defended the ‘hussies’ as his friends, but he knew that Sadayo wasn’t really mad at them. He pecked her lips as his hand squeezed her ass.
“What? Flirting? Perish the thought. My heart belongs only to my Sadayo Kawakami.” Sadayo pouted, as Akira turned his head away, as if he was having a small revelation. “Though, Ann’s breasts are rather big for her eyes.” He glanced at Sadayo and shrugged. “Just an observation.”
“You know they’re not as big as mine,” she huffed, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her tits against his chest, smooshing them against his body. “Mine are much bigger than hers.”
“Mmm… That they are. But Makoto’s butt is pretty-”
Sadayo moved her hips side to side, shaking her ass for him as she kissed his lips, gently sucking on his bottom lip. “Small,” she interjected. “Compared to mine.”
Akira felt his cock throbbing in his pants. It only got worse as his crotch rubbed against her thighs. God, he loved how confident and possessive Sadayo was acting. It was so hot…
His crotch pressed against her pussy, and he pulled on his pants, letting his cock pop free from his clothes and boxers. His cock smacked against her clothes, before she pulled on her skirt, letting his dick rub against her pussy.
“My pussy is tight for you, Master. My ass wants you inside it. My boobs want you. My heart wants you. Everything I am… wants you, Master.” She kissed his neck, grinding against his long, hard dick.
The vibrators played inside of her body, making her tremble as she fought back a moan. The eggs were rubbing inside her pussy and ass, sending jolts of pleasure through her body. Akira could still hear it, though, and those moans only grew as he slipped a finger into her ass. She gasped, feeling his index finger digging into her, rubbing against her anus.
“Oh? You want me?” he whispered.
“Y-yes.”
“You want me to fuck you?”
“I know you want to fuck me, Master.”
“Fair…” Akira pushed his finger in and out of her ass, back and forth… She was bouncing slightly, pressing against him every time his finger sank into her ass. She nibbled on her lower lip as Akira’s hand stroked her back.
“You’re a dirty little slut,” he whispered into her ear.
“Y-yes…”
His finger was brushing against the vibrator in her ass. She bit her lower lip as Akira leaned forward to kiss her neck. He took a deep whiff of her sweet aroma, before blinking as they both heard a knock on the door.
“Akira? Are you okay?” Makoto’s voice asked through the door.
The raven-haired man looked at the door, before looking at Sadayo. He grinned at her as she gulped. Her legs trembled as Akira slipped another finger into her ass. He fingered her with two digits as he replied.
“Yeah, I’m okay. Just helping Becky get the salt. It’s somewhere up high. Could you go and get me the step ladder? I left it in my room.”
“Oh, sure. I’ll go get it for you.” Makoto’s footsteps were heard by the two as Akira pulled his fingers out of Sadayo’s ass. He fixed his pants, and Sadayo wanted to cry out in protest.
She was so close. So damn close to being fucked by his glorious cock… Then he placed his hands on her breasts, taking the vibrators off of her nipples.
“W-what are you doing?” the older woman asked, blinking. The vibrators went silent, turning off at Akira’s command.
“Just messing around. Moving the vibrators. We can leave the one in your ass where it is, but I wanted to move the one in your pussy…” Sadayo gasped, and moaned quietly as he pulled the egg inside her cunt was slowly pulled out. His other hand pulled on her top, letting her tits be fully exposed to the air.
She placed her hands on Akira’s shoulders, using him to help keep herself upright. He pulled the vibrator out of her and placed it on one of her nipples. Sadayo moaned as she felt her own juices rub against her nipple, while one of the dry toys was pushed inside of her. She moaned again, moving her hips side to side as the vibrators
Her own juices covered her tits as Akira used the special tape to hold them tight against her body. The liquid didn’t seem to bother the material he was using, and he smiled as he fixed her clothes.
“How does that feel?” Sadayo placed a hand on her breast, rubbing the slick, wet sex toy against her breast.
“G-good.”
“Good.” He took her shoulders in hand and turned her. She obeyed, standing so her shoulder was facing him. He then crouched down as he began to finger her again.
“Master!” she mewled, quivering as his fingers pushed into her pussy and ass at the same time.
He fingered both of her holes, letting her juices coat his fingers again. She moved back and forth, panting as his fingers made her writhe and quiver. He moved fast this time, pushing three fingers each into each of her orifices as Makoto’s voice was heard.
“I have the step ladder.” She tried to open the door, and Sadayo’s eyes widened. She almost shouted at Makoto not to open the door, only for the door to remain still. “I think… I think the door is stuck, Akira.”
“Huh. That’s odd. It’s probably just stuck. Keep at it.” Akira’s voice was so innocent, so smug, and fuck, Sadayo loved how confident her Master. She could see him winking at her as she realized just how close they were to getting caught.
One of the most respected students of her school was just outside. Sadayo gulped, trembling as she was fingered towards an orgasm by her boyfriend’s fingers. Her young, handsome, sexy boyfriend...
She closed her eyes, practically swooning in his hands as he came from his thrusting fingers. His fingers rubbed against her inner walls, sending her into an orgasm as she pressed her hand against her mouth. She suppressed her cries, squeezing her eyes as the fingers sent even more waves of pleasure through her body than the vibrators.
Sadayo’s body trembled as she came, before her legs gave out under her. Akira caught her, of course, smiling at her as Makoto sighed outside.
“It’s not working.”
“Sorry. Let me come over.” Akira wiped his hands on a rag inside the supply closet, dropping it to the ground as he walked over to the door. Sadayo stood on her weak, noodle-like legs, quickly fixing herself as her Master played the role of an indifferent ruler.
It was so hot for Sadayo. She gulped, making herself presentable as Akira opened the door. Sadayo quickly grabbed a bottle of salt as Akira greeted Makoto.
“We got it!” Sadayo grinned, and Akira smiled with her as the brunette raised her brow.
000
“This food is so amazing,” Ann moaned with pleasure. Sadayo briefly wondered if Akira’s mind was dirty as hers as she listened to the young woman’s sounds. The teacher shook off such thoughts as Akira and the girls ate the food they had prepared.
“You are an amazing cook, Akira,” Makoto complimented.
“Thanks, but I had some good help,” Akira replied, looking at his maid. He gave her a wink as she blushed, standing to the side as the three sat around the table. “Come join us, Becky,” he offered, motioning towards an empty bowl by him.
“S-sure, Master…”
The vibrators were off right now, but Sadayo didn’t let herself get comfortable. She knew how her Master liked to trick and drop surprises on her… She sat beside Akira as Makoto and Ann sat on the other side of the table. Akira began to serve Sadayo some food as the girls made small talk.
“Wow, she even calls you Master?” Ann asked, raising her brow. “You’re serious about this whole maid thing,” she commented, looking at Sadayo.
“Er, i-it’s just a force of habit! I-I used to call him that. Now I just call him Akira,” she grumbled.
“You’re on a first name basis?” Makoto raised her brow at that, and Sadayo wondered if she had said the wrong thing. She opened her mouth, only for Akira’s hand to find hers on her lap.
He held her hand with one hand as he ate with the other, a mask on his face. “Becky and my history is actually a pretty intense tale.” Makoto and Ann were clearly curious, and so he turned his head to look at Sadayo. He flashed her a smile as he started by saying, “It has to do with our ‘special club.’”
Both girls’ eyes widened, and Sadayo would be lying if she said she knew what they were talking about. She raised her brow. She knew there was no club that Akira, Makoto, and Ann were….
Oh. Oooh.
Makoto and Ann were having similar realizations as they looked at the maid. They shared a glance with one another, before looking at Sadayo again. They both smiled at the older woman, subtle blushes on their faces.
“So you know about the Phantom Thieves?” Ann asked.
Sadayo nodded her head, knowing exactly where this was going. “Yes. They… saved me from some very bad people.” Not a lie, even as she looked at Akira. “When I found out how Akira had helped me, I… I just wanted to repay him somehow.”
“She’s helped me not starve, kept me healthy, even helped me make a few of the gadgets I use while we’re out working.”
“Well, I guess the cat’s out of the bag,” Ann smiled. “I’m Panther. I’m a member of the Phantom Thieves.”
“Queen, but please, Makoto is fine.”
“So you’re both… Phantom Thieves?” Sadayo asked, and the two girls nodded their heads.
Now Sadayo’s mind was racing. Three students at her school were Phantom Thieves? There had to be more, right? She knew Akira and Ryuji Sakamoto were close friends. At first, she just assumed Ryuji was in the dark like everyone else, but what if he was a member too? He hung around Akira and Ann all the time!
What about Haru Okumura? She and Akira were practically the only members of the Gardening Club. Was she a thief too? She seemed so innocent, and yet-
“Ahh!” Sadayo gasped, dropping a spoon to the ground at her feet. The vibrators were up and at it again, vibrating inside of her and sending jolts of ecstasy through her body. She had no idea what number they were, yet Sadayo’s skin felt like it was on fire.
She was already wet, and this just made it all worse. Sadayo bit her lower lip as she trembled, shaking in her seat. She rubbed her ass against the seat as Akira smiled.
“You okay, Becky?”
“Y-yes…”
“Here. Let me get you your spoon. Excuse me, ladies.” He slipped under the table, and Sadayo’s back straightened up.
Was she the only one seeing the problem here? A young man under a table, with three girls who were wearing skirts? Sadayo looked at Ann and Makoto, and they were just talking to one another, as if Akira hadn’t just slipped away.
“I’m glad we could help you, Becky,” Makoto smiled. “It’s our duty to help others.”
“Oh, I-I’m glad,” Sadayo replied. She could see what the problem was… Akira was their friend, but how much of his true self did he show these girls?
He played nice, he pretended to be so sweet and polite, and he was sweet, but he was such a pervert! Makoto and Ann must have had no idea how perverted he was! That was the only explanation Sadayo could think o-ooh!
Akira’s hand was stroking her thigh. She couldn’t see him, but she knew those were his fingers stroking up and down her soft skin. Her hands trembled against the table, tapping her fingers against the surface.
She tried to ignore his touch, but he kept moving his soft, nimble fingers. He was trying to tickle her, and it was working as Sadayo tightened her lips against one another. Her foot kicked at the ground as she growled out a few words.
“H-have you gotten my spoon yet, Akira?”
“I can’t seem to find it,” he replied, before he kissed her thighs, dragging his tongue along her soft skin. “Are you sure you dropped it?”
“W-where else would it ha-haha!?” Her eyes widened and a laugh spilled out of her mouth as Akira’s tickled her inner thighs.
The tickling sensation mixed with the vibrations, making her feel hot and horny. Her clothes clung to her sweaty skin. Her pussy juices were dripping onto the table as he continued to tickle her.
The vibrations sent pleasure through her body, making her want to moan. His fingers made her want to laugh, but she knew if she opened her mouth, she’d probably let out a long, sensual moan.
Ann and Makoto were right in front of Sadayo, watching the teacher being tickled towards an orgasm. She tried her best to ignore their confused stares as Sadayo took in a long, shuddering breath.
God, this was so humiliating… and it made her so wet. She spread her legs, unable to control herself as she gave Akira full access to her pussy. The vibrations kept hitting her, and her chest jiggled as she panted for air.
She could feel Akira’s face pressing against her inner thighs. She spread her legs as wide as she could as she looked at Makoto and Ann, trying to hide her crimson face.
“S-so, who else is part of the Phantom Thieves?” she quickly asked, trying to distract them as she felt Akira’s lips kiss the inside of her thighs.
His fingers stroked her skin, sending giggles through her body. Sadayo bit the inside of her cheek, controlling herself as Ann smiled.
“Well, there’s this talking cat who can turn into a car.”
“H-h-ha…” Sadayo found her perfect chance. She laughed at Ann’s joke, falling into a fit of giggles as Akira continued to tickle her. “Hahaha! Hahahaha!”
Ann and Makoto’s eyes widened as Akira’s tongue pressed against Sadayo’s clit. She moaned, but she hid it with a laugh as she continued to laugh.
Sadayo told herself to stop, but she was so out of control. She couldn’t stop herself. Akira did this to her, and she could never bring herself to hate him. She loved him, and she knew even if he humiliated her, he’d always protect her.
Akira’s tongue darted into her pussy, writhing inside of her as Sadayo giggled and snorted. “Heeheehahaha! T-that’s really, f-f-fun-ahhahaha!” Sadayo came to a loud, moaning and giggling orgasm.
She came right in front of the two girls, spraying her juices onto the seat and Akira’s face. Both Makoto and Ann were confused as Akira got up from under the table, wiping his lips with his sleeves.
“I got your spoon,” he smiled, holding up the utensil. “Probably dirty now, unfortunately.”
Sadayo was still giggling, slowly coming down from her high. Ann was still deeply confused, and Akira could hear her muttering, “All I did was mention Mona…”
Akira snickered, before the young man began to laugh right alongside Sadayo. His laugh was infectious, it seemed, and Sadayo was soon laughing once more. The two bumped their heads together on accident, laughing still as Makoto and Ann shared a look and shrugged together.
One person having a laughing fit was bizarre. Two was weird, but acceptable as just a couple of oddballs. Sadayo glanced at Akira, smiling at him as he saved her once more. He winked in response, silently promising he’d always be there to dip her close to danger, and to rescue her every time.
000
Eventually the four decided to watch a movie together. Sadayo was shaking as they all sat inside Akira’s bedroom, watching some cheesy romance movie on his TV. Makoto, Ann, and Akira were sitting in chairs they had brought up from the cafe while Sadayo sat on Akira’s bed, draped in his blankets.
“Are you sure you’re okay, Becky?” Ann asked.
“Y-yeah. Just a little cold,” she replied, shuddering as the vibrators buzzed inside of her. None of the girls had any idea that Sadayo’s fingers were pushing in and out of her pussy while her other hand groped and squeezed her tits.
She was touching herself, masturbating right next to her students. It was so fucking hot. She loved this. She loved being depraved and slutty and… and…
“So, remind me, who do we want to end up together?” Akira asked, putting the girls’ attention back to the movie.
“Oh, well, we want the prince to end up with the commoner, obviously.”
“Even though such a thing will result in the kingdoms’ alliance crumbling,” Makoto commented, clearly unhappy with that movie’s direction.
“It’s true love!”
“I’m not saying arranged marriage is good, but the movie does have a very black and white interpretation of it. It just seems a bit too simple.”
As Makoto and Ann bickered, Sadayo continued to play with herself. She pressed the vibrators agaisnt her nipples, moaning through her sealed lips. She took long, slow breaths with her eyes closed, just letting the vibrations run through her body. Her fingers pistoned in and out of her as she sat on the bed, getting her pussy juices all over it…
She wasn’t ashamed to admit she came once… maybe twice while sitting there. Of course, Akira kept the other girls distracted as Sadayo mastuerbated next to the same students who attended her school...
The maid opened her eyes when Ann started tearing up. The blond woman was wiping tears from her eyes and… and clinging to her boyfriend, pressing her breasts against his arm!
Sadayo tried to ignore that little fact as Makoto and Akira did their best to console the girl. Sadayo probably would have been more upset if not for the vibrators inside of her, pushing her deeper and deeper to… to…
The older woman moaned, unable to help herself as Akira suddenly stood up. He pulled away from Ann and walked over to ‘Becky.’
“Hey, are you okay?”
Sadayo’s ass and pussy were going crazy. She felt the vibrators go to town on her weak spots, making her quiver from the ecstasy rocking her body. She looked up at Akira, giving up a begging, pleading look. There were tears in her eyes as she nibbled on her lower lip.
The older woman wasn’t sure how many times she had cum before her students. They were playing such a dangerous game, and now… now Sadayo wasn’t sure how much more she could take.
Akira seemed to read her mind as he swooped in to save her once again.
“I’m going to take Becky to the bathroom real quick. We’ll be right back.” He placed a hand on Sadayo’s back, helping her up, the blanket draped around her body.
“Do you need any help?” Ann asked, but Akira shook his head as he took his one true love downstairs.
Sadayo felt an inkling of pride in her heart as her pussy juices slid down her legs. She came as walked by the girls, hiding her moan with a low groan. Akira held her in his arms, helping her walk and keeping her up right as her legs trembled from the force of yet another orgasm.
The woman was at her limit. She couldn’t take this anymore. When was the last time she had his cock? It felt like forever…
As soon as the two were downstairs, the crack forming on Sadayo’s inhibitions grew. It shattered her as she dropped the blanket and threw her arms around Akira, pressing him against the wall. Her tits pressed against him as he pushed his tongue into her mouth. His hands squeezed and played with her ass as they continued to make out, moaning into each other’s mouth.
They had to be careful. They were out of sight, but if they were too loud…
The two broke the kiss and Sadayo whimpered as she pulled on her clothes, letting her tits hang out as Akira held her. “You win,” she panted. “You win. Please, just let me have your cock…” she hissed.
“Heh. I didn’t even know we were playing a game,” he joked, winking at her as she huffed.
“Please, Master…! Just ravage me. I-I need you,” she cried, stepping back to pull her skirt up. Her wet and warm pussy greeted him and Akira licked his teeth as he happily took his lover for a ride. His pants and boxers came as Sadayo pulled the vibrator out of her pussy.
He moved around her, pushing her against the wall so that her tits were pressed against it. She tore the vibrators off of her tits so she could pull at her sore nipples herself.
Akira spanked her ass, and she moaned again as his cock rubbed against her pussy. She turned her head, smiling at him, nodding her head as he reached one hand to her face. He covered her mouth for her, just as his dick slipped into her wet pussy.
He fucked her, slamming his cock into her again and again. His other hand groped and squeezed one of her breasts, playing with as she moaned against him. Her pussy welcomed his perfect cock, squeezing around it as he moved his hips back and forth.
Their bodies smacked together, and Sadayo moaned into Akira’s hand as her eyes almost vanished into her skull. He fucked her faster, harder, balls smacking against her. She wasn’t the only one losing control…
Akira wanted to make his lover scream. He wanted her to shout out to the heavens as he fucked her, but he resisted. He didn’t want them to be caught, funny as that might have been.
He slowed down his pace, but his thick dick still pushed into her. He moved his hips, letting the tip press against the inner walls of her pussy. He made sure the head of his cock fucked different parts of her pussy, showing every inch of her love as his fingers twisted her nipple.
“I love how huge your tits are,” he whispered. “So much bigger than any other girl. It’s so fucking hot.”
She moaned in response, her saliva slipping between his fingers as she licked his hand. He laughed, groping her ass in response.
Akira was so rough with her, and she loved every moment of it. She closed her eyes, taking the pounding that was pushing her against the wall. Her pussy juices dripped onto the ground as his cock throbbed inside of her.
Cum in me, she thought, closing her eyes. Please, please, please…
“My pleasure.” Sadayo’s eyes widened as Akira’s hot breath brushed her ear. God, he knew how to read her so easily…
Akira came inside of Sadayo, shooting another load into her pussy. Another glorious, wonderful, heavenly load of his cum in her. She loved it, and she practically screamed into his hand. Her cries were muffled as Akira spilled thick seed into her pussy, filling her womb and coating the walls of her cunt.
Their bodies were pressed together as Sadayo’s muscles spasmed. She came on his shaft, shaking as her entire body felt like it was being electrocuted. Everything was shaking as her body felt the greatest release of her life…
God, Makoto and Ann were just a few feet away… This felt so fucking good…
Akira pulled the other vibrator out of Sadayo’s ass. She moaned from the sudden emptiness. She had forgotten all about it what with Akira’s cock pounding her pussy, before she suddenly gasped, moaning loudly as his dick slammed into her ass, pounding it just like he had with her pussy.
Sadayo was a doll in his arms, and she loved it. He fucked her ass hard and quickly, pounding it as she tried not to scream again. Her ass walls tightened around his shaft, used to something much smaller.
Every thrust sent globs of his semen out of her pussy and onto the ground. Sadayo could feel the semen leaving her, and she struggled to squeeze her pussy, keeping the precious cum in her. It wasn’t easy, especially with the fucking Akira was giving her.
Akira was bigger and better, pounding her asshole with the same skill and technique as he fucked her pussy. It didn’t take long at all for her to feel another earth-shaking orgasm as he filled her butt just like he had with her pussy.
Sadayo went limp in his arms. She would have hit the ground if Akira wasn’t holding onto her, keeping her body pressed against his as he shot the last strands of cum into her ass.
“I win,” he whispered, as tears of joy fell down Sadayo’s face and onto her Master’s hand. She also came on the spot again as he pulled his hand from her mouth and licked up her tears and saliva.
“L-love you, Mas… Master,” she murmured, an intoxicated smile on her lips.
The Phantom Thief was a gentle lover, even when he was rough with her. He pulled his cock out of her, slick with both of their juices. He wiped his dick against her ass and dress, before he helped hide her somewhere more secluded.
She left her sitting on the floor, against a wall, before he kissed her head and walked away.
For Sadayo, the world was a bit of a blur. She felt Akira’s kiss as he left her alone at her hiding spot. She could hear him cleaning up their mess, before he went upstairs to tell his friends that Becky wasn’t feeling well.
Sadayo found herself smiling as her senses came back to her, and she looked at Akira’s seed spilling out from her well fucked cunt. She licked her lips as she listened to Makoto and Ann leave, bidding fond farewells to the young man.
They had no idea a teacher from their school was just a few feet away, dripping cum from her pussy. Sadayo rubbed her nipple with a quiet moan as the door closed.
“They’re gone,” he smiled, and he kissed Sadayo’s head. “Sorry about all that. And for messing with you. I hope you know I was just having fun.”
“I know, I know,” she replied with a slow nod.
Akira picked up Sadayo with loving arms, holding her in his arms like a princess in a fairy tale wedding. He carried her to his bedroom, placing her on the bed and kissing her as he did his duty… and beyond.
With Makoto and Ann gone, Sadayo was happy to scream out all the things she had to keep buried before.
“Oh, fuck! Y-yes, Master! Fuck me, fuck me!” she screamed, and Akira laughed as she went wild on his cock.
He was slamming her into his bed, into the stain of cum she had left him. His face fell between her tits, biting and kissing the large breasts as she moaned wildly.
“I love you, I love you, I love y-oooh!” She came once more as Akira’s thrusts moved like a blur. Their bodies slapping together filled the air as precum spilled into her pussy.
“God, I love your tits,” he teased, fucking her cunt and sucking on her nipple.
“They’re all yours! Aren’t they better than those tiny little bitches?” she grinned, before moaning as she came on his cock again. Or maybe it was just a continuation of her last one. Honestly, it was hard to tell when Akira was fucking her like this…
“Heh. Someone was jealous.”
“J-just a little,” she replied. “You’re my Master… And I don’t want to share.” She had a coy grin on her face as she winked at him. “Well, maybe if you ask nicely.”
That actually got Akira to blush. Just the thought of Sadayo and… He shook his head, kissing her lips as he fucked her.
“You’re all I need,” she replied, before he closed his eyes and came inside her pussy once more.
His semen filled her once again as he fell on top of his lover. He used her tits as pillows as he sighed in relief. The two cuddled together, arms around one another.
They laid there a while, before they got up and got dressed. The two left to the nearby bath house together. After that it was easy for Akira to sneak into the same bath as his beautiful girlfriend. They took a pleasant bath together, washing the semen and sweat off of their bodies as they held one another. Even when they had stepped out, Akira cuddled with his lover, rubbing her body with a towel.
“Thanks for playing along,” Akira smiled, peppering her face with kisses as he held her.
“No problem you little pervert,” she chuckled. She kissed him back, before looking away, a blush on her face. “I got to admit, I… kind of liked it too.”
“Really?” Akira’s eyes gleamed like a pair of knives as Sadayo gulped and her blush grew hotter.
She knew that look. That was the same look that both scared and excited her beyond belief.
Her pussy was getting wet already...
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