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Prompt: Listening to Her Needs Ch 6 (Persona)
🕑 Added 2020-02-12 08:05:38 +0000 UTCSummary: Sadayo and Akira's love story continues. The older woman sees how stressed Akira is, no matter how hard he hides it, and she fears she's indirectly made his life worse. She does her best to repay him, taking control of the bedroom for a night. Includes: Light femdom and romance.
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Akira loved to dream. His friends sometimes compared him to a cat, falling asleep for a nice nap after a long adventure in Mementos, and honestly? They were pretty accurate.
Akira loved to nap, because naps led to dreams, and in his dreams… Well, his mind obviously knew how to have fun. In his dreams, Akira defeated monsters single-handedly to the cheers and applause of his allies.
The boys wanted to be him. The girls adored him. It was only slightly exaggerated in that regard. Heh.
Akira’s dreams fed his pride, or what others called his ego, but it also gave him a chance to think of the real treasure in his life. After he saved the entire planet with a mere dagger, he was greeted by the most gorgeous woman in the world.
She embraced him, pressing her large tits against his chest as she showered him in kisses. He kissed her back as she moaned his name, and he’d get down on one knee after she was done showering him in kisses.
He opened up the box with a beautiful, gleaming ring he had stolen just for her. She would gasp, amazed at the sight, and he’d pop the question. She’d say yes, and suddenly they were in a bedroom together.
Bodies naked, hands on her tits, cock hard and throbbing. He’d make love to her, and she’d scream his name…
“Akira.” A book lightly smacked against the young man’s head, and he blinked, lifting his head up to find the woman of his dreams glaring at him. She had her attendance book in her hands as she glared at him.
He was in his classroom, very much awake. Ann gave a sympathetic glance in his direction, yet she giggled at his misfortune. Akira blinked, and he stared at Sadayo Kawakami as she glared at him.
“Falling asleep? I didn’t realize my class was so boring, young man,” Miss Kawakami growled, glaring down at him. “And here I thought you were too busy studying to speak up when I called your name.”
“Heh,” Akira chuckled, scratching the back of his head as he glanced at Morgana, who shook his little furry head at Akira.
“Sorry, Miss Kawakami,” he apologized. Sadayo just accepted his apology with a sigh and a roll of her eyes.
“Just don’t let it happen again, alright?” He nodded his head as she walked away, returning to teaching the class.
After the morning’s distraction, Sadayo focused on her duties. She took it all seriously, of course, though she did allow other students a chance to make a joke and even fool around. Nothing too drastic, but these kids were young. They were meant to have fun.
She even let some of them gossip as she mentored the class. She kept an ear to them, though, listening to them as they mentioned her name.
“Man, Miss Kawakami sure has changed,” one boy muttered.
“Seriously. She used to be such a dog about everything.” Sadayo’s brow twitched at that not-so-subtle insult.
“Yeah, but she’s like so nice now,” one girl commented. “She even gave me an extension on my paper!”
“Yeah, and she even laughed at one of my jokes. Told you guys I was funny.”
“She was probably just being nice.” The group of students chuckled and laughed as Sadayo did her best to hide her smile.
She certainly had changed. She used to be so uncaring and apathetic to her dream job, but finally she was putting her life back together again…
“Nice? Lady’s a freakin’ saint. Yeah, did you see her talk down to Akira? Like watching an angel pick a fight with a demon,” a student whispered, her voice low and hushed. Yet Sadayo could clearly hear her as she wrote a problem on the board.
“She’s got some balls to actually call him out,” another boy commented, and Sadayo almost laughed at that.
“Seriously. She was totally like a Neo Feathermen right now. Standing up to evil like that...” Huh. Akira should talk to that boy. They were both geeks, it sounded like.
“She better be careful, though. Akira probably ain’t taking his punishment lightly. I bet if she tried that again, she’d get the shit beaten out of her.” That made Sadayo pause. She kept working, but she had to fight the frown on her lips.
The more she heard, the more she ground her teeth, trying not to focus on the group of students.
“Yeah, or he’d just hold her down and get her ready for his human trafficking business…”
“God, I hope not. Sadayo’s too good of a person to be harrassed by that bastard…”
Sadayo tried not to let the anger and rage show on her face as she continued to teach the class. The pride her students had in talking about her made her happy. They approved of her, hell, they were loving the new her. They treated her like she was their friend and idol, a one of a kind teacher, someone to respect and look up…
Ironic that they were spitting on the person who made that all possible. If she never heard another rude comment about him, it’d be too soon…
Eventually class ended, and as the other students rose up to leave the class, Akira stayed behind. Sadayo packed up her things, pretending not to notice as she looked through her things.
Akira might have hoped to have a private conversation with her, but a few other students stayed behind, hanging by the door. They looked at the two, glaring at Akira, and Sadayo wondered if this group of students thought they were protecting her.
She would have found them cute, if they weren’t so exasperating. She wanted to sigh as Akira gave up waiting and approached her.
“Sorry again, Miss Kawakami. About sleeping earlier.”
“It’s alright, Akira. Like I said, just don’t do it again.”
He nodded his head, before he smiled and asked another question. “Can I have some help with my studies later? I had a few questions I’d like to ask you.”
Sadayo took a long, deep breath, before she sighed, exhaling for a good few seconds. Akira raised his brow, subtly asking her about the act, and she tried to hide her blush. She wasn’t the greatest actress, it seemed. Still, she played her role well.
“Very well,” she replied, giving him a ‘stern’ look. “I’ll help you, but just remember that I’m still a teacher, and you’re still my student. I won’t go easy on you.”
“I wouldn’t want it any other way.”
“Alright. See you after school later?” Sadayo ignored his question, but she did catch him winking at her. Her cheeks were a deeper shade of red as he walked out, watched by Sadayo’s self-proclaimed guardians.
000
“Oh, fuck! Fuck! B-be careful, Master!” ‘Becky’ screamed, laying on a table as Akira slammed into her pussy. “Yes, j-just like th-ahh! Master, please, b-be gentle!””
“Dirty little slut,” Akira growled, grabbing at her tits as her legs wrapped around his body, pulling him closer so he slammed his cock deeper into her cunt. Sadayo moaned loudly, shaking as the man fucking wrecked her, pounding her pussy as she laid on her back on a table at Leblanc.
“You want me to go easy on you?” he laughed, smacking one of her tits.
“Y-yes! Please, Master!” Akira seemed to laugh at the idea. He squeezed her tits, groping and playing with her breasts as she moaned loudly.
“Got to hand it to you, slut. You really know how to play the role of a diligent teacher. At the school, everyone actually buys your act. That you’re a wise teacher. A professional,” he teased, spitting harsh words at her that just enhanced the flavor of their sex.
“None of them realizing that you’re my little sexy maid,” he growled, pinching her nipples as Sadayo’s eyes nearly rolled into her skull. “The great Miss KAwakami… Fuck, you looked so sexy teaching the class.”
Sadayo moaned at his compliment. He was being a total perverted bastard about it, but they both knew it was for their mutual enjoyment. She loved her Master, especially when he could take his place above her here…
“I wonder how everyone would react if I decided I had enough. If I wanted to just pin you down on your desk and fuck your brains out.” Sadayo moaned in response, gasping and shaking as his cock filled her wet pussy.
“I’d break you in front of everyone. Let them all see the real you. I’d bet they’d love to see you become my little slut, especially after you humiliated me in class.” An exaggeration, but again, one they were happy to play along with.
“I heard what the other students said. What they implied. They talked about me raping you, turning you into a sex slave, selling you into my human trafficking ring… Well, they were wrong on nearly every account.”
He smacked her breast, making it jiggle. “Can’t rape the willing, and you want my cock.” So true. “I’m not turning you into a sex slave. You already are mine.” He pinched her nipple, pulling her tit up and making it sway around. “And selling you? Ha. I’m keeping you all to myself.”
Fuck, she loved it when he was possessive of her...
Sadayo played her role well again, panting as he thrusted into her. “I’m-I’m sorry, Master! I-I was a bad little slut! A bad maid! I’m sorry Please, please, forgive me, Mast-ahh! Oh, fuck!” she screamed, shaking as she nearly came on his dick. He stroked her clit, listening to her shudder and moan as he smiled.
Of course, this was all in the realm of fantasy. Akira would never endanger Sadayo’s livelihood, or her dream career. As long as they were at school, she was the teacher, and he was her mischievous student.
Besides, he wanted to help her be the teacher of her dreams. She wanted to be an authoritative figure, he’d help her, and he’d never undermine her. He also wanted her to keep her honest.
Akira was a good student, a great one. He loved bragging about his high test scores, but he wanted to always earn those grades. There was no point if Sadayo graduated him because of his role in bed. He wanted to work for his victory, not be a victim of favoritism.
Fuck, Sadayo loved how moral this hero was. She knew he would grow up into an upstanding, benevolent adult. A real hero, maybe even more than he was now.
Sadayo’s lovestruck thoughts were interrupted by Akira fucking her hard, making her scream in pleasure.
“Fuck, fuck, I-I love you, Master!” she screamed.
The two would have done anything for one another. They’d even pretend not to love and adore the other if they needed to, but it was like an explosion as soon as they were freed. Outside the school, in the sanctity of one another, they were free to be who they wanted to be.
Sadayo wanted to be Akira’s, and he wanted to be hers. Their love for one another seemed to build up while they were at school. Most of the time, the two were content with just kissing and cuddling with one another. A simple date together, a kiss that lingered for a few seconds too long, but other times…
Well, sometimes their hunger and passion for one another overpowered them. Akira’s hunger to be Sadayo’s dominant Master, and her longing to be his maid... They were overcome with a desire for the other, and now they were fucking the night away, moaning together as Akira pounded her pussy.
Akira grunted, fighting back an orgasm as he turned his stern and intelligent teacher into his dirty, cock hungry maid. Both sides were still her, and he loved every part of her as his body smacked against hers.
“Maybe I should take a few pictures of tonight,” he thought aloud, groping one of her large breasts. “Show everyone at school your true self.” He loved to verbally tease and torture his slut.
“Yes! Yes! Whatever you want, Master,” Sadayo replied, moaning as she quivered on his cock.
It was amazing seeing her fall. She was like an angel, falling from grace, right into his arms. She loved the insults he spat down on her, because she knew he’d protect her from anything that would really harm her.
It was wrong, she’d admit. Not just because he was her student, but what he was saying and threatening her with. The way his hands squeezed her tits, as if he’d kill another man for touching what was his.
Akira was a hero, and a good man, but he knew how to play the role of a villain. He knew how to talk to her, push just the right buttons to make her feel both humiliated and aroused. Fuck. She loved him.
“And when the students ask you who took those pictures? When they want to know who fucked you?!” He drove a thumb into her nipple, and she moaned as she came on his cock.
“You! You! Ahh! You own me, Master! I-I-Ahhh!” Sadayo imagined herself telling everyone who Akira was to her. She confessed her sins, told the whole world that this young man almost half her age had, broken her.
She would give up everything she had for him, because he would never ask her to..
Her orgasm shattered her mind. Or maybe it melted it. Sadayo wasn’t sure how to describe the euphoria that was rushing through her. It left her trembling, shaking as she mewled. She felt every part of her body burning, yet she loved it as her tired muscles spasmed.
Sadayo’s mind painted an image in her head. She had never been much of an exhibitionist, but hiding her relationship with Akira… It certainly did something to her. What if they took their love making to the school?
Not the over the top fantasies he was talking about, though she certainly liked the fantasy of it, but something a bit more subdued. A bit… She imagined sitting at her desk, talking to the class, lecturing them as Akira hid under it.
Her legs would be spread wide apart as his tongue licked her pussy, smacking against her clit. She would bite her lower lip, fighting off her orgasm as she tried to keep talking. Her legs pressed against his head, squeezing his face between her thighs.
She would cum all over his face, but he wouldn’t stop. He’d still finger her, and she’d tell the students to study quietly as his fingers pushed in and out of her cunt. She’d pretend to be resting, putting her face into her book as he pleased her. He’d lick her pussy clean, tasting her juices as she tried to hump his face.
Sadayo wanted to be pleasured in public, with an audience, trying to hide the fact that Akira was pleasing her. Not just with his tongue and lips, but with his hands, and his cock… His strong, thick shaft…
Akira’s throbbing cock brought her back to reality, and she moaned loudly, pulled out of her waking dream.
The older woman’s pussy tightened around his cock, squeezing it as drool dripped down her chin. She stared at Akira with loving eyes as he smirked. That might have been what finished him off as he came inside of her just as her orgasm was beginning to subside.
His semen shot into her, coating the inner walls of her pussy as Sadayo threw her head back and let out another loud cry of pure ecstasy…
000
Once the two were done, Akira left his lover on the table. He did his best to clean up their mess. To his surprise, Sadayo rose up and began helping him.
“You can rest,” he told her, but she shook her head.
“I made this mess. I’m going to help clean it. Besides, I doubt the owner will appreciate finding your semen on his tables.” Akira chuckled, and nodded his head, watching her clean up the mess with him.
He watched her, admiring her beautiful face as she actually acted like his maid. There was a scarlet haze to her cheeks. She took long, deep breaths, slowly recovering from the sexual heaven he had tossed her in.
God. He loved looking at her face when she was like this...
Soon the two were done, and he picked Sadayo up and carried her to his room like a husband would carry a bride. She gasped, blushing as he walked her up the stairs. If he found her heavy, he didn’t show it, and Sadayo couldn’t help but swoon as he carried her so easily.
The two laid on his bed together, cuddling against one another. Of course, considering how many times Sadayo had slept on it, it might as well have been their bed.
He held her, playing with her breast with one hand as she enjoyed how close and warm he was. Sadayo was still high on the euphoria Akira had given her, and it stayed with her for a few minutes.
It did eventually fade, though, and her content smile slowly began to show concern and even worry.
“You okay?” she asked, turning her head to look at her boyfriend. He smiled at her, even as she continued. “I was worried when you fell asleep in class today.”
The question did make Akira smile. Not just because she was concerned about him, but because she was asking as his loving, sweet girlfriend, not his school teacher.
“I know you’d never fall asleep in my class if you could help it,” she added quietly, a blush on her face as Akira nodded his head. She was right. She was Akira’s favorite teacher, and it wasn’t for obvious reasons.
She was a kind and intelligent young woman. After he broke her free from the Takase’s control, she showed her true colors. She was a wonderful teacher, and he respected the hell out of her.
Of course, it didn’t hurt that she did give him permission to sleep sometimes. Whenever his Phantom Thieves adventures got too tiring or too violent, she’d let him rest on her lap, and when that wasn’t enough…
“You’re right… Thanks for letting me sleep in class last week,” he chuckled, making her smile back.
“Well, you were out saving lives, fighting evil, making the world a better place. It was the least I could do.”
“You know, I only have the strength to fight crime because of you. By that logic, you’re the one saving lives. Sadayo Kawakami, Phantom Thief,” he teased, and she rolled her eyes as her cheeks turned scarlet.
“Funny. You haven’t answered my question yet. Are you okay?”
He chuckled at her concern, nodding his head. “I’m fine. Just a lot of things going on. Like you said, fighting crime, saving lives, doing what I can,” he muttered, trying not to let his exhaustion show on his face.
It was clear from Sadayo’s frowning face that his words weren’t easing her concerns at all. She was still worried, and Akira knew what was going through her mind.
Sadayo had slowly learned just how hectic her boyfriend’s life was. He was a literal superhero. A masked crimefighter, opposing the corrupt and twisted forces of the world. He led his team against real life villains, and though Sadayo didn’t know everything about his adventures, she knew how dangerous they were.
Akira was just a young man. Barely a man, really. Yet he carried the weight of this entire city on his shoulders.
And that didn’t even touch on everything he did as a ‘normal person.’ She had seen all of his jobs, and how hard he worked for his grade. He fought tooth and nail to be the best he could be, and Sadayo loved him for it, but still…
“I still can’t believe you do so much,” she quietly muttered. “Floral arrangement, serving drinks, aiding politicians…”
“I mean, floral arrangement is pretty relaxing. I’d probably still do that even if I wasn’t getting paid,” Akira chuckled, though Sadayo hardly found his words funny.
“And you still find time for me almost every night… How do you do it? How are you just not… dead from exhaustion?”
“I drink a lot of coffee,” Akira replied, and Sadayo sighed.
She loved her boyfriend, but he tried so hard to be some kind of superman. Maybe in his mind, he really did think he was invincible. That he could carry all this weight without someone to support him.
He protected his friends, and even saved the lives of complete strangers. A man like deserved to at least have some time for a break, but even at his school, somewhere where he should have felt like a normal teenager, he was treated like a delinquent by everyone else.
His classmates treated him like a criminal. Society stepped on him even harder than it did everyone else. Sadayo felt a twisting in her gut as she remembered how she thought this man, her savior and eventual boyfriend, was a bad guy.
She loved his strength and his kind nature. She loved the hero he had grown up to, and with every day, he just seemed to become more amazing. He was the perfect guy, but it was like she was the only one who could see it.
The dark-haired woman loved his strength and kindness, but the rest of the world refused to even acknowledge it. When was the last time someone even gave Akira a chance? Tried to get to know the person he really was?
The dork that loved Neo Feathermen, the gamer who Sadayo would watch blaze through levels, the normal teenager that worried about his grades… And most importantly, the virtues he embodied every day…
Again, she felt that same stab of guilt. It was like a stabbing pain in her back, right through her heart. Ironic, considering it was more a betrayal towards Akira than herself.
Even after all this time, Sadayo Kawakami felt nothing but shame for her former actions. Not just how apathetic she was as a teacher, though she still held a lot of shame in that regard… How different things could have been if she knew about Kamoshida’s sinful deeds. She could have tried to stop him…
Sadayo shook her head slowly. That was just one of her many mistakes. An equally painful regret she carried was how she treated her future boyfriend. She treated him like a burden, when really, he was a hero. Her hero…
Had she ever apologized for her actions? Really apologized? Sadayo didn’t know, and she felt another ache in her heart at that realization.
Wasn’t that the story of their relationship? She wondered that fact as Sadayo’s eyes fell to her feet. The whole time the two had dated, the entire time they loved one another, Sadayo could have done better.
Akira was the perfect gentleman, while still being her devilish bad boy. He was as kind as he was sensational in bed, and he was fucking amazing in bed. The way he made love to her, the way he made her body tingle rivaled just how much love and adoration she showered on her in their day to day life…
She tried to help him, she reminded herself, but she quickly brushed that aside. She could try to come up with excuses, but at the end of the day, all she could do was little house chores. Cook dinner, watch his laundry, tinker with his tools. Hell, the absolute best she could give him was a good time in bed.
That was it. Something he could easily buy, and with his wealth, he could probably afford a much better slut than her. Hell, he could probably seduce any girl his age… A thought that made Sadayo scowl with jealousy…
The point was simple and clear. Akira was an amazing boyfriend, and she was happy to be with someone as loving and caring as him, but what did she do for him? Had she… taken him for granted?
A shiver ran through Sadayo’s back. Guilt twisted her stomach. Shame plagued her mind. Was she taking advantage of him? Look at how they acted at school. She thought they were playing the role of teacher and student, but she was punishing him, pretending that she was facing a delinquent…
The students loved her, they thought she was a brave hero, but in reality, Sadayo had nothing to fear. Meanwhile, Akira’s already low reputation was only getting worse. She was sealing the lie that he was a bad person, and every time the students thought of him as a monster, they saw her as a hero.
Sadayo’s eyes widened as this realization hit her like a truck. Akira didn’t notice, his eyes having fallen shut as he rested. Sadayo bit her lower lip, stopping herself from hyperventilating as she trembled slightly.
What had she done…? Perhaps if this was the old Sadayo, she would have left it at that. Took her loss, accepted it, and hid away in some corner until the problem dealt with herself… But the new Sadayo, Akira’s Sadayo, had a bit more spirit to her.
Enough spirit to make right what she had done wrong.
000
Akira woke up in his bed alone. He yawned, rising up as he stretched. His body ached a bit from the sexual marathon he had with Sadayo, but he ignored it as he got dressed. He assumed Sadayo left for her own home already, though he certainly wished she had stayed for breakfast or something.
He got changed, planning on spending the day with one of his other friends. They had began to notice Akira spending his time with someone else, and Akira knew some of them had their suspicions on why.
The young man walked downstairs, finding Sojiro there, but someone else. Amongst the patrons of Leblanc, Sadayo smiled at him, sitting on a chair, wearing some of his clothes.
The tight shirt accented her chest, but his large jacket kept that hidden. She only unzipped his jacket when he approached her, smiling at his blush.
“Miss Kawakami?”
“Akira, good to see you again,” she smiled. She glanced at Sojiro, who was talking to some other customers as Akira leaned closer.
“I’m surprised you’re still here. I wish I had known. We could have eaten breakfast together,” he commented, glancing at her empty plate.
“Sorry,” she replied, before leaning closer to him. He gulped, noticing just how close she was getting. He averted his eyes, making sure no one was watching them as Sadayo whispered. “Let me know when I can come back, okay? I can’t wait to see. You. Again.” Her fingers walked up his chest, gently tapping the spot over his heart.
Akira blushed, surprised by how forward she was being. Usually she waited for him to summon her. His blush only burned hotter when he stared into her eyes, seeing a gleam of confidence in her shimmering eyes.
He had never seen her like that before, and his heart skipped a beat as he wondered just what his love had in mind.
As soon as Akira was home that night, he gave Sadayo a call. She arrived, bowing to him as he opened the door for his well dressed maid.
“Hello, Master.” There was something off about her, and Akira raised his brow as she smiled. “May I come in, Master?”
“Uh… Sure.” Her smile was warm, but there was just something off about the whole thing. She was acting like an actual maid, and Akira had no idea why.
“So, my love, what exactly are you plotting?” he asked, closing the door behind her.
“Plotting? Master, I would never think to plot against you. Such behavior is far above a servant such as I,” she replied with a sweet, innocent tone.
It just raised more red flags in Akira’s mind as she held a duster in her hand and began to clean the counter of Leblanc. He raised his brow, crossing his arms, and she giggled. She dropped the duster onto an empty chair, and held her hand out to him.
Akira took her hand and the two walked up his stairs, entering his room as she continued to play coy. “I want nothing more than to provide for my Master with only my best ‘services.’”
Something about how she said that word made Akira freeze up. He stopped halfway up the stairs, squeezing her hand. Flashbacks raced through his mind. He saw Sadayo on her hospital bed, calling herself a tart for him to own.
He loved Sadayo. He lusted for her. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t think about her beautiful body, tight pussy, and bouncy, large tits at least one a day. Yet even with his desire for her, seeing her hate herself like that… Nothing was worth that.
Akira wanted Sadayo to love herself, and he wanted that more than he even wanted her.
Was this something similar? Was she lowering herself out of self-loathing? Did something happen? Akira felt a rush of anxiety and fear as he spoke.
“Sadayo, stop.” She paused, looking at him with wide eyes. “I… I don’t understand what’s wrong, but you know you can always talk to me. A-and whatever you plan on doing, you don’t have to if you don’t-” He fell silent as she pressed her finger against his lips.
She smiled at him, her eyes bright with the love she had for the young man. “I know I don’t have to do this. It’s not about that,” she whispered. “I want to. Akira, do you have any idea what you’ve done for me?”
He gulped as she smiled at him. “You changed my life. You saved me. You’re the kindest, sweetest, smartest, greatest man I’ve ever met. You’re so unbelievably perfect, and everything I’ve done is thanks to you.”
Akira opened his mouth, only for Sadayo to shake her head. “You can try to deny it, but you have made me so happy. You’re my hero, and I love you so much…” Her kind words brought a smile to Akira’s scarlet face, before he noticed Sadayo’s lips falling into a thin frown.
“But… I realized something last night, and it scared me.”
“What is it? How can I help?” he asked, and she sighed.
“That’s the problem. No matter how much you try to hide it, I can tell you’re in a lot of pain, and I don’t blame you. You have the fate of the whole city, maybe more, on your shoulders. You go to school, people treat you like shit. You risk your life for others, and… when was the last time the people in this city said thank you? When was the last time I did…?” she whispered.
Sadayo’s eyes burned with determination as Akira’s own silver eyes widened. “It’s time someone did something for you, and I want it to be me. For all you’ve done for me, and everyone else in this city, and… and more!”
She pulled on his arm gently, and he stepped forward. He nodded his head as she led him into his room. Once there, she ordered him to strip down to his boxers. He obeyed with only a slight blush, and with a single gesture of her hand, he laid on his bed, lying on his chest.
Akira still wasn’t sure what was going to happen, but he trusted Sadayo with his life. He just closed his eyes and waited for her to begin whatever she was planning. The beautiful maid laid on the bed, sitting on it as she pressed her hands into his back.
He moaned quietly, feeling her fingers dig into his skin and gently unwinding the tension in his body. She was good at this, he had to admit. So good that Akira allowed his guard to drop. He just enjoyed the pleasure, letting her soft fingers melt away his stress as she took long, deep breaths.
Sadayo’s fingers seemed drawn to just the right spot, pressing down into him and eroding the knots that had built up over the last few days. The young man may have hated to admit it, but he did find himself feeling sore a lot.
He worked out almost every day, finding time in his already busy schedule to push his body to be the best it could be. His training often left him sore and exhausted, but he did it and powered through.
But with Sadayo… Mmm… She was just making him melt with her touch. She knew just how to make him relax, and he loved the sensation.
The young man was turning to putty in Sadayo’s hands, and soon, she knew she had him. She turned him around, and he obeyed. She sat beside him, watching his body and mind drift into a peaceful, almost sleeping state.
“I love you, Master,” she whispered. Her fingers slid down his chest, nails dragging along his skin. She gently clawed at his skin, and soon she heard his soft lips utter a moan. She grinned, and continued to play with her food.
“I love you so much. I love your big, strong cock. I love your perfect body… I love your silver eyes. I love everything about you. You’re just. So. Cute,” she teased, gently tapping her nail against his skin.
The young man always kept his cool around others. Even Sadayo barely got to see the dork that Akira really was. But tonight, Sadayo reveled in how cute her Master was. She whispered into his ear, letting her warm breath tickle his earlobe.
“You’re such a cutie, Master. Absolutely adorable. Such a big, strong man… I want you to take me. I want you to make love to me forever and ever.”
He moaned again, feeling his nails drag along his skin. She increased the pressure, just a bit, and Akira let out a shaky breath as he felt her fingers. Sadayo glanced at his crotch, and she smiled as she saw the tent being made from Akira’s boxers.
Sadayo pressed her lips against Akira’s cheek, leaving a subtle mark there thanks to her lipstick. She licked her lips, before kissing his cheek again as her hand slid down his chest. She reached the hem of his boxers, before slipping under and feeling his hard erection.
She wrapped her fingers around his dick, gently stroking it as she watched his boyfriend at peace. Her middle finger and thumb barely met around his shaft as she moved her hand up and down, jerking him off.
The young woman was no stranger to pleasing a man. Akira was far from her first boyfriend, but he was certainly her best.
Before him, many of her past relationships left her being the ‘giver’ in the relationship. She’d please her boyfriend, and what did they do in response? They came all over her.
While Sadayo loved Akira cumming all over her, all of her old boyfriend had been disappointing. They made her do all the work for them, and they never returned the favor. Things were different now. Akira was different.
Sadayo was willing to do anything for Akira. Anal, oral, creampies, tickling, whatever he wanted. She would happily be his little maid slut forever, and a big part of that was because Akira was willing to do almost anything for her.
Anything she did for him, if she asked, he’d return the favor. That made Sadayo want to please him more and more. This was the first time she had ever taken charge, and it showed, but she still tried, wanting to make him relax and let go.
She kissed his lips, a gentle and quick peck, but as she parted from him, she saw his silver eyes on her. He stared into her eyes, cognizant and aware as she blinked.
He wanted to take care. She could tell just from the way he was looking at her. He wanted to roll his body, get on top of her, and make her feel good. He wanted her to cum a half dozen times before he even came once.
It was sweet of him. Amazing, even. He was such a kind and considerate lover, but tonight was all about him. Tonight, Sadayo Kawakami was in charge of her Phantom Thief.
“Lay back and watch, Master,” she gently ordered. What a funny thought. A maid ordering her Master around. “Let me do all the work,” she whispered, pecking his ear, before kissing his cheek again.
Akira’s eyes glanced down to his cock. He could see her hand under his boxers, and he could feel her hand tightly wrapped around his shaft. He soon closed his eyes, letting go and enjoying the sensation as his precum stained his boxers.
Sadayo smiled, appreciating the trust he gave her, before she continued to kiss his face. His nose, his lips, his cheek, his lips, his nose, and then his lips again. She moved her body, moving her kisses down to his neck as she tried something new on her loving Master.
She returned a favor he had given her a dozen times over. Her hand gently touched his nipple, pushing and feeling the hard point. She pressed down on it with one finger, rubbing against it, before releasing it and letting it return to normal. She did that again, playing with his nipple as her lips gently pressed down on his ear.
The gorgeous teacher nibbled on his ear as Akira moaned, shaking as Sadayo rubbed a single finger against one of his nipples.
Akira had never been touched like this before. He was panting, shaking on his bed as Sadayo loomed over him. She wanted nothing more than to please him, and he felt her overwhelming love and adoration as she touched his body, making him feel things he had never felt before…
He found it hard to think. It was like a psychic attack from a Shadow, but… nice. Really nice. Maybe he should seriously consider bringing Sadayo onto the team…
The young man made jokes in his head, but that was only to find out… surreal it was to have Sadayo be the one to take control of the flow. She controlled how things moved, squeezing his cock with one hand and playing with his nipple with the other.
Her soft hand felt so good around his dick. She was pumping him, rubbing her fingers along the sides of his dick, caressing the tip, even fondling his balls, until he found his orgasm approaching… only to stop and slow down.
Could she really tell how close he was to cumming? Akira shuddered, moaning quietly as he felt the pressure fading in him.
Sadayo still played with his nipple, making him experience a sensation he had never before.
“Do you like my touch?” she whispered, her voice dripping with seductive confidence. “Do you like how my fingers squeeze around your big, powerful cock? Do you like how my fingers feel on your small, little nipple?” she whispered, before she nibbled on his ear, making Akira shudder again.
She was turning him on. Hell, she was lighting him on fire from the inside out. He was aroused, but that was like calling the ocean big. She was driving him crazy with her soft, sensual hands, and he finally began to see the experience Sadayo wielded.
Akira was a natural lover. Sadayo was his first, and as far as he was concerned, she would be his only. He had a natural affinity to pleasing his woman, but Sadayo wielded another weapon.
He knew that the older woman had been with other men before, and that experience came through as she touched him. The way she was working his cock alone was amazing, melting him melt inside.
She wasn’t just moving her hand up and down. She was an expert, pressing down on certain spots with her fingers, sending jolts of pleasure up into Akira. She massaged his cock like she had his dick, and it was making it hard for Akira to even think.
“How are my skills?” Sadayo whispered, blowing into his ear. The gentle and simple action sent a shiver through the young man as she giggled. “I think I’m doing quite well, but why don’t you tell me, Master?”
He didn’t reply verbally, only nodding his head as he tried to maintain his breathing. Sadayo smiled, before she rubbed the tip of his cock against her palm.
“Cum,” she whispered, and Akira’s eyes widened as he obeyed.
Sadayo bit her lower lip as she felt his warm cum spilling onto her hand. She felt it cling to her fingers, caught between them as he launched a stream of semen into his boxers. She stared at her man, watching her usually dominant Master cumming for her.
She had all the power. She called him Master, but she was in control. They both knew that as Sadayo wiggled her fingers together, feeling the sticky cum between each digit.
Akira’s eyes betrayed. She had seen him cum many, many times before, but this time was different. There was a sense of loss to them, like his eyes were glazed over and foggy. He seemed so out of place, and that just meant that he was more dependent on her.
She needed him, and they both knew it.
Sadayo nibbled on her lower lip, wondering if she would get addicted to this. This look of longing and confusion from her little boyfriend… This need he had for her. She was his anchor, and the one to give him the pleasure he so richly hungered for.
She felt a rush of confidence hit her as she stared into her eyes. Fantasies ran through her mind again. Different than the ones she felt when he fucked her.
These fantasies were not better than the ones she had of Akira fucking her before her class. They weren’t worse. They were just different, and that made them as special as her earlier ones.
A girl could have more than one fantasy, couldn’t she?
Sadayo shuddered, letting her imagination run wild for a moment. She saw her and her boyfriend alone together. He had detention, and she gave him his reward and punishment all in one package.
She made him sit at her desk, and she’d take his cock into her mouth, bobbing back and forth, letting him get closer and closer to his orgasm. She’d swirl her tongue all over his shaft, coating every inch of it with her saliva.
The older woman would bathe her student’s balls with her tongue, but when he got close to cumming, she’d stop. She’d keep him on the edge of an orgasm, watching him come down, before she began to lay down a rain of kisses on his glistening cock.
Or maybe when he was especially good, she’d offer to ride his dick. He would lay on his back on her desk, and she’d bounce up and down, letting her tight pussy squeeze his shaft. A good reward for her favorite student...
She tried to calm herself down, telling herself that tonight was all about Akira. She dragged herself back to reality as she took a deep breath. She wanted to make him happy, to give him everything he deserved and more.
Sadayo pulled her cum coated hand out from under Akira. She brought her hand to her lips, taking in a deep and powerful aroma from it. She savored the smell, before she stuck out her tongue and began to lick the cum off of her fingers. She’d push one of her fingers into her mouth, dragging it back and forth, before letting it pop out.
She’d slip her tongue between her digits, licking them clean, knowing Akira’s eyes were on her the whole time. Sadayo licked her hand clean, before she glanced down and saw the lustful look of desire in Akira’s eyes.
He didn’t act on his hunger, though. He relaxed, letting her take control. He was actually being… submissive for her.
Sadayo felt a rush of euphoria as she moved her head down to give him a quick series of kisses. She kissed his face, pressing her lips against his nose, cheeks, and chin, before she moved down his body. She kissed a line down to his crotch as Akira relaxed. He closed his eyes as the older woman pulled his boxers off, tossing the messy underwear onto the ground.
One orgasm wouldn’t be enough for her Master. She knew that fact clearly, so she began setting him up for his next orgasm. Inspired by one of her earlier fantasies, Sadayo began to pepper his dick with kisses like she had with his face..
Drops of cum slid down his shaft, and she made sure to pick those drops with her plump lips. She stuck out her tongue, dragging it along his shaft as she pushed his semen into her mouth. She swallowed, letting the thick cum slide down her throat, before she returned once more to dragging her tongue up and down his dick.
The last two times she had given Akira oral, it was mostly with him forcing his cock in her mouth, and they had loved it. Sadayo especially loved how he held her head in his hands and fucked her face, but this time, Sadayo tried to take it a bit slower. She was in control, after all.
She dragged her tongue up and down his shaft, listening to the steady beat of his breathing. His cock throbbed against her lips, telling her all she needed to know. He loved this. This little change of pace was truly a reward for him, and Sadayo fought back tears of relief and joy.
Instead she allowed a small giggle to slip out of her lips as she lapped up the cum and precum that had dripped down his cock. When more precum tried to leap out, she drew circles around his dick with her tongue, before she kissed the tip.
She gave the head a long, sensational suck, moaning at it throbbed inside her mouth. Her hands wanted something to do, and she used one hand to gently stroke Akira’s balls. He moaned loudly, louder than she had expected, and that helped her decide her next move.
Sadayo played with his balls, listening to him moan and pant as she bobbed her head up and down his shaft. She toyed with his testicles, rubbing her fingers against them as her other hand wrapped around the base of his shaft.
Akira looked and sounded so cute. He became a delicious treat for her, listening to his pants and moans grow louder.
“S-slow down,” he uttered, his voice low and almost quiet, but hearing him be the one to beg her was… It was exhilarating. It urged her to tease him more, as her fingers lovingly caressed her Master’s nuts.
She didn’t want to hurt him. No. She would never want that. She just wanted him to relax. To not have to worry about leading…
Sadayo’s pussy was soaking wet and dripping onto the bed. She was tempted to bring a hand down to touch herself, but she mentally smacked herself. Tonight wasn’t about her. It was about him. This was all about him. Her man. Her Master. Her student. Her Akira.
“Akira… I love you so much.” She kissed his cock, before licking it from the base to the tip. “I adore you. You’re always so devilishly handsome, but if I could be honest? Right now, you are so utterly cute!” she teased, and a glance to his face showed Sadayo that Akira’s face was bright red.
He averted his eyes as soon as he looked at her, blushing as she smiled. She spat on his cock, letting the saliva slide down his dick, before she licked it back into her mouth.
“I love your cock. It’s so huge. Bigger than any other man I’ve ever been with,” she confessed. “But it’s funny how when I do this…” She caressed his balls, gently kneading them as she wrapped her lips around the tip and loudly sucked on it.
Akira squeezed his eyes shut and moaned loudly, lifting his hips to push more of his cock into her mouth. She quickly pulled her head back, letting the dick pop out as she licked her lips. Her saliva clung to her lips, making them glisten as she looked at him.
“Whenever I do that, you moan just like all my exes. Well, not just like them.” She placed a hand on top of his cock, stroking it with her palm. “You’re a lot cuter than any of the other men I’ve been with… That’s why you’re my favorite, Master.”
The title of Master was a special kind of teasing remark. She kept calling him that, even when she had all the power. Akira didn’t know if he should be happy about that or not, but he didn’t care as Sadayo kissed a line down his cock, and back up again.
He opened his eyes again, staring at her. Sadayo pulled on her top, freeing her large breasts as she gave them a squeeze. He gulped, ogling her tits as she cooed.
“You so love playing with my tits… Are they your favorite part of my body?” She didn’t let him answer as she whispered. “I think it’s time they returned the favor, don’t you think?”
She rubbed her tits for Akira, before she got down and wrapped them around his throbbing erection. Akira drooled at the sight, panting as he felt the soft flesh wrap around his veiny shaft. Sadayo even stuck out her tongue, licking the tip as she moved her breasts up and down his rod.
The older woman stared at Akira as she worked, watching him tremble and shake as her tongue circled around his tip and her breasts stroked him. His hips moved again. He tried humping her as she soaked her tits in his precum.
Sadayo’s heart was racing. Watching her Akira so desperately want her… It was like a drug. She really was getting addicted to this intoxicating sensation.
His hard, hot cock throbbed between her tits as she giggled.
“A maid’s mission is to clean up after her Master,” she whispered, before pecking his tip. “I hope you think I’m doing a good job…”
“Ahh… S-Sadayo, I-I’m going to…” His hands dug into the bedsheets, wrinkling them as Sadayo smiled.
“Cum, Master. Cum to the tits you love so dearly. Cum for your naughty, little maid.”
This orgasm was one of Akira’s biggest. Like a geyser of cum, he launched his seed. It was fired into Sadayo’s waiting mouth, who took the entire load with only mild difficulty. She moaned at the taste and sensation, feeling his semen fill her mouth, making her cheeks puff out.
Sadayo lifted her head off of his dick as soon as he was done, and she swallowed, gulping down the load of cum. She panted, licking her lips, catching any semen trickling down her face. She glanced at Akira, opening her mouth for him to see his semen was all gone.
Akira lost control at that moment, suddenly getting up and pouncing on her like a lion would pounce on a gazelle. Sadayo squealed, giggling as she fell to the ground.
“N-now, Master, you should really let your maid take care of yo-oooh!” Sadayo moaned loudly as Akira’s knee rubbed against her sensitive clit, feeling how wet she was. She trembled, gasping as his lips kissed her neck, sucking on her flesh, leaving red marks as a hand groped and squeezed her large breast.
“I want you,” he growled, before he nibbled on her neck. “I want you so fucking bad, I can’t wait anymore! Please, Sadayo. I need you…”
He took control again, but it wasn’t like before. He wasn’t the dominant and suave Master. He wasn’t her submissive little lover. No, now he was showing off a third side to him, though it was still very Akira. Her loving and dorky boyfriend…
He slammed his cock into her, pounding her pussy as Sadayo moaned loudly in pleasure. Her arms and legs wrapped around him, holding him as he thrusted in and out, moving like a piston as he rocked the bed with Sadayo under him. The springs groaned under them as Sadayo cried out in pleasure, feeling his cock fill her once more.
The two fell into a natural rhythm. Neither was in power. They were equal in their depravity and desire. They both so badly wanted one another. They kissed what they could reach of the other, tasting and sucking on their flesh as their bodies pressed together. Akira’s balls smacked against Sadayo’s pussy as she screamed in pleasure.
His tip pressed against her G-spot, and that sealed it. She came on his cock, screaming in pleasure as her pussy juices spilled onto his dick and onto the bed. Her muscles spasmed, tightening around his shaft as Akira shot another load deep inside his lovely maid and teacher.
His cum overwhelmed her pussy, coating her walls and dripping out of her cunt. Sadayo and Akira moaned together, riding the aftershocks of pleasure together, before their bodies fell limp. They were both panting as Akira rolled off of his lover, falling onto his back.
They laid there for a few minutes, just basking in the glow of their orgasms and love. Eventually Akira rose up, used to the feeling of exhaustion from his life as a Phantom Thief. He helped Sadayo up as the two tried to clean up their mess with some nearby paper towels.
Akira had lost count how many times they had a mess like this in his room, though this particular time was special…
“I’m sorry,” she uttered, and Akira raised his brow. “For being… selfish.”
“I never thought you were selfish,” he replied. “I mean, I’m happy with what you did to me tonight,” he chuckled, and Sadayo blushed at his remark. “But I really never did. You help me in more ways than you know. You give me stability. A place to anchor myself. I always have to be moving as a Phantom Thief. One problem to the next, but with you? I can take a minute to just relax and have fun.”
Sadayo didn’t say anything. She just turned her head away, and Akira blinked. Had he hurt his love? He reached a hand out to her, touching her shoulder as she sniffled.
“D-don’t be silly. I-I don’t…” She hiccuped quietly, and Akira could catch the tears in her eyes. He chuckled, brushing some of them away as she blushed.
“I have to admit,” he added. “It wasn’t so bad having you take control. I think I liked it, honestly”
“R-really? I-I liked it too,” she confessed, blushing as his silver eyes looked her over. “That’s a relief,” she sighed, before embracing her boyfriend, letting him rest his head on her soft, pillowy tits. “You seem tired.”
“Nah… A little… Stopped a few criminals this morning…”
“My hero,” Sadayo teased, and she fell onto the bed with Akira, letting him rest on her chest. “Why don’t you get some rest?” She placed a hand on her head, stroking his dark locks.
Akira let out a mutter of protest, but he was asleep in a matter of moments as Sadayo smiled. As he slept, Sadayo played with his soft locks, whispering a message straight from her heart.
“Thank you, Akira… Thank you for everything you’ve given me. You gave my life back to me. You made me hope and love again, and nothing I ever do will make up for that, I think… But I’m excited to try. I’ll be whatever you need. Your Mistress, your teacher, your dirty little slut, your maid, your friend, and… and the woman you love.”
She kissed a lock of hair as she smiled, closing her eyes. “That last part is especially easy… because I will always love you.”
