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Commission: Listening to Her Needs (Persona)
🕑 Added 2019-08-27 16:19:54 +0000 UTCSummary: Sadayo Kawakami's life changed when Akira discovered her job as a maid. She thought of him as this dangerous, cruel delinquent who didn't care about her. She was only partly right though, as she enters a secret relationship with the man she should be teaching. Includes: DomCon, Student X Teacher smut, Mind Break, and Romance.
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Sadayo knew something was wrong as soon as she entered the apartment. She never should have taken the maid job, but she needed the money. She needed to pay off her debts, and that made her desperate for any job she could take, while still working as a teacher.
That led to her becoming a maid for hire, and ending up here, in an apartment with a man who she had sneaking suspicion wasn’t actually being honest with her…
Sadayo Kawakami was ready to leave the young man behind, keeping the air of flirtatious teasing her character, Becky, had. That was when the young man turned his face to finally look at her directly. As soon as he did, her throat dried and sweat began to slowly trickle down her head.
This man, the one who had called for her services, was Akira Kurusu, her newest student, and apparent delinquent from out of Tokyo. She would have stepped back if she wasn’t stunned where she stood, watching his eyes slowly widened as he began to realize just who he was staring at.
Sadayo could see it in his eyes. He knew who she was. As his wide eyes began to narrow and sharpen with the revelation, her eyes widened, pupils as tiny as little pinpricks.
“You know, I’ve never done this before,” he admitted. “Do you want to ‘teach’ me how I should order you around?” he teased, raising his brow at her quivering figure. Sadayo opened her mouth, but he stopped her just by leaning closer. “Now, you shouldn’t talk to your Master without raising your hand, ‘Becky.’”
As he leaned closer, Sadayo stepped back, shaking where she stood as the young man grinned. “Now, ‘Becky,’” he repeated, singing her name with a tune of cruel joy. “What did the flyer say about what I can have you do for me?” he wondered. He lazily scratched at his chin as Sadayo glanced at her feet. “I can’t seem to remember…”
His leering eyes and confident smile told the older woman that he was expecting a quick response, yet Sadayo’s lips stuttered as she tried to answer. “Um… T-that you… That we can do anything you want...?”
“Anything, you say? My favorite answer,” he confessed, crossing his arms. “And yet, so vague. Hmm… What to do? It’s so hard picking when I have so many options.” He stepped closer to again, and when Sadayo tried to retreat, he caught her wrist in his hand.
She froze where she stood as he smiled at her. His silver eyes gleamed behind his glasses as he pondered. “Want to know something funny, Miss Kawakami?” he asked, dropping his facade in an instant. “I always thought you were pretty, but after seeing you like this? I’d dare say you’re gorgeous. Smart, pretty, and so adorable… I don’t think it’s any surprise that I like you quite a lot.”
His compliment would have made a younger woman blush and swoon. To a woman as old, paranoid, and worried as Sadayo Kawakami, not so much. His words fell on deaf ears as Sadayo thought he was just messing her.
She wasn’t stupid. She knew she was getting on in years. Meanwhile Akira was young, and had probably slept with many women in his life. The little delinquent was trying to mess with her, and his teasing made her cheeks turn scarlet.
Still, as embarrassed as Sadayo was, she wondered just what the young man was going to do to her. She had heard all of the rumors before thanks to her class.
Akira was a monster, the son of a gang boss, destined to lead his branch of the Yakuza into a war with the rest of Japan. Sadayo thought of the other rumors she heard surrounding the young man, and she shuddered as she wondered if he planned on blackmailing her, or even selling her off as a whore.
The very thought sent a shiver up Sadayo’s spine. She imagined herself bound and gagged in the basement of some seedy brothel, Akira looming over her naked body. He would lick his lips, before he forced his tongue into her mouth, and his cock was plunge inside of her wet and tight pussy, pounding away at her insides as her eyes rolled into her skull.
The imagined scenario sent waves of… disgust throughout Sadayo’s body as she felt a fire burn within her chest. She thought of it as her will to resist. She soon realized how wrong she was as she watched Akira took his glasses off and stared into her eyes unimpeded.
Sadayo’s fire burned hotter, but her will to resist crumbled as she realized she didn’t know what she could do. The students talked about how Akira could take on policemen twice his age. Full grown, adult men surrendering against the mighty of this mere delinquent. What hope did Sadayo have against him?
They weren’t on school grounds. She had no power. Just this stupid maid outfit and her body.
Wait...
Maybe there was a way out. It would take humiliating herself, but she was already wearing a maid outfit before her student. How bad would it be to sink just a little further? Depraved as it may be, it might be her only chance at safely escaping Akira’s clutches.
Any sort of heistation the young woman had was slowly torn from her as she thought of all the rumors she had heard about Akira. How he always had a knife on him, how he had attacked his previous teachers, how women either agreed to date him or suffered terrible accidents… Fear was the fuel in her heart as she came to a terrible, but ultimately her own own, decision.
Meanwhile, Akira was pondering just what to do with this little secret. Of course, what Sadayo didn’t know was how innocent most of his thoughts were. Contrary to popular belief, Akira was far from a monster.
In fact, most of his friends thought of him as a kind and just soul. Of course, no one was perfect, and there were two sins the young man was cursed with. Many referred to him as arrogant, and that was true. He preferred thinking of himself as simply confident in who he was.
His other sin was that he liked messing with people. That he accepted with a grin on his and a glimmer in his eyes. He loved watching his teacher, someone he should have looked up to, even feared, cowering in front of him, clearly unsure of what she could do now that he knew her dark secret.
Should he make her cook for him? Serve him food? Maybe make her clean the apartment while he lounged around and watch? All fun ideas, but none of which would come true. No, Sadayo Kawakami was actually the one to request what they did. What she said next stunned him, wiping his smug grin off his face for just a moment.
“I-I’ll suck you off!”
“Excuse me?”
“I-I’ll suck your cock. Y-you can fuck my face, and I’ll make you cum, a-and you can cum down my throat, but you have to let me go!” Sadayo was shaking where she stood, staring into the eyes of what she imagined a cold-blooded killer looked like.
She was really staring into the eyes of kind-hearted young man, who was currently blushing profusely. His mind imagined the scenario she described, and he couldn’t help but feel his dick throb inside his pants as his lips parted open.
Did she really just say that? He couldn’t believe. He almost thought he imagined for a moment, but the look in Sadayo’s eyes told him everything. She meant every word, and if pressed to, would make it a reality.
That was… very, very tempting.
Alright. So maybe he had another sin he was guilty of. No one was perfect.
“Really?” He asked, raising his brow. “You’d suck my cock, the cock of your own student, and even let me cum in your mouth?”
She hadn’t said that last part explicitly, but Sadayo wasn’t really in a position to negotiate her terms. She gulped, glancing at the ground, before looking up at Akira. “I-it’s not part of my job! You understand that, don’t you?!” She tried to stand up straight and come off as brave and strong, but her knees wouldn’t stop shaking. “I’m only doing this because I have no choice.”
“Of course.” Akira closed his eyes and hummed quietly. The silence terrified the young woman as she just stared at him, waiting for him to say… something.
The anticipation ate away at her. She glanced at the door she came in from, when suddenly Akira spoke and she jumped in surprise.
“You’ve got a deal, Miss Kawakami. Or would you prefer Becky?” he asked. Sadayo didn’t give him an answer as her cheeks glowed a light shade of pink. He chuckled, before his hands went down to her crotch and the reality of the situation hit Sadayo like a truck.
Akira unzipped his pants and pulled them, and his boxers, down. His cock was freed, and Sadayo gasped at the sight of it. He was… a lot bigger than a boy his age should have been. Sadayo wasn’t a virgin, but she certainly wasn’t a slut. She had been with only a few boyfriends in her life, and none of them were as big as Akira was.
He was hard and throbbing, and he stroked the base of the cock as he smiled at her. He raised his brow, but Sadayo refused to look him in the eye. She fell to her knees and decided to just rip the bandage off. She wanted to get this over with.
Akira was shocked by her speed as she knelt before him and opened her mouth. She took his cock into her, letting it rest on her tongue as she squeezed her eyes. The savory stick dragged along her tongue, plunging deeper into her mouth as Akira thought just how surreal and bizarre things had gotten.
The escalation went from, humourous to pornographic incredibly fast. Now here he was, watching his teacher’s head inch down his cock, trying to take the entire thing into her. She struggled even getting to the halfway point as tears began to pool in the corners of her eyes.
Her moans filled the room, muffled by the dick pushing down her mouth. The veiny, meaty shaft rubbed against her teeth, and the tip of it prodded her cheek as she struggled to breathe. Akira couldn’t help but admire just how hot she looked, impaled on his cock, trying to swallow it all.
She failed to swallow his entire shaft, and so Akira decided to be a gentleman and help her. He took her large, black pigtails in his hands, wrapping the long, black thread around his fingers, and he took control of her rhythm. He could have pulled her down his cock, but he wasn’t cruel.
He pulled her back instead, letting her head almost pulled off his penis, before he pulled her down it again. The wet slurping, sucking sound coming from his cock stretched her throat only made him harder.
He moaned in pleasure, slowly picking up speed as Sadayo’s arms struggled to keep her up. Akira moaned, sucking in air as her tongue dragged along the underside of his penis. He kept picking up speed, slowly letting her get used to the pounding.
The feeling of her lips dragging along his shaft made him feel amazing, and he couldn’t believe how lucky he was to get his dick sucked by the older woman. Ever since he met her, he knew she was the one. There was just something about her that captured his eye. Even when she openly tried to intimidate and bother him, he thought she was beautiful.
And now here he was, getting his dick sucked by the same woman who saw him as a burden. Akira would never be truly cruel to her, she wasn’t Kamoshida or anything, but he still wanted to take advantage of his good fortune.
He fucked her mouth faster and harder. Akira had seen plenty of pornographic videos before. Hentai where the woman got her face fucked by the man. He did his best to bring what he saw to reality, pounding her throat with wild, frantic fucking.
Drool spilled from Sadayo’s mouth, spilling onto the ground as her arms almost gave out. Her eyes nearly vanished into her skull as her haggard breathing could barely be heard over the loud wet, smacking sound. The worst part of it all, though, was how her body was reacting to the pounding.
She felt… good. She felt hot. She felt wet. Sadayo had never felt this way with anyone else in her entire life, hell, she had never felt this way period. She felt her panties getting wet as his dick stretched out her throat and stretched down her esophagus. By now, her nose was pressing into the base of his cock.
Sadayo Kawakami was taking her entire student’s cock down her throat. It was humiliating, it was awful, and yet she couldn’t deny how every thrust was sending a jolt of pleasure through her body.
Akira controlled Sadayo’s head by her pigtails. Even though she was wearing a wig, it was a specially made wig that had ties wrapped in her hair. When he pulled on her pigtails, he pulled on her real hair, and that left her without even an ounce of control.
Feeling so powerless to her own student… Sadayo felt a pressure building in her as her panties were left drenched by her moist cunt. She felt the cock throb in her mouth, and she moaned, sending vibrations up the thick rod.
Akira couldn’t keep it back. He started to cum. Sperm spewed out of the tip of his cock and down her throat, filling her mouth with his semen. Her cheeks blew up like a chipmunk, before some of the semen spilled out of the corner of her mouth.
She struggled to swallow the syrupy load, before Akira suddenly pulled his dick out of her mouth and fired a few more jets of cum onto her face. The shots splattered against her forehead and cheek, clinging to her skin as she squeezed her eyes shut. When she thought the facial was over, she opened her eyes to see Akira’s smug face staring down at her.
He felt a spark of mischief set his insides on fire. He picked Sadayo up, and she obeyed him on quivering legs. Her eyes widened as cum slowly trickled down her face. Without any warning, Akira began to rub his hand against Sadayo’s pussy, gently pressing his fingers against it through her damp panties.
“Oh my. So wet. Did you enjoy blowing your student, Miss Kawakami?” His voice was a smooth whisper in her ear. “Did you like having me control you? Someone younger than you, someone you’re supposed to be in charge of?”
He kissed her ear, brushing his lips against her earlobe. “Do you want me to take it to the next level? To feel my cock pounding inside of your tight cunt? I can’t deny the thoughts crossed my mind. Seeing you bending in front of you, looking at your beautiful body… God, you are gorgeous.”
His words made her heart skip a beat. When was the last time someone had touched like this? Years. She felt his finger grinding against her clit through her moist panties, making her shudder and shake as her legs almost gave out.
She thought her orgasm was imminent, or maybe Akira would tease her, before shoving his fingers under her panties, but neither option happened. Instead, Akira suddenly released her and she fell forward onto the ground.
“Well, thanks for the fun time, teach.” Akira gave her back a pat, before he moved his feet past her. “I’ll be going now. Don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me. I won’t tell a soul.”
Sadayo didn’t see him walk away, but she heard the door close behind him. She was left alone on the floor, moaning as she teetered on the edge of orgasm. She let out a quiet whine as she laid there, trying to catch her breath.
Sadayo laid there for a few minutes, before she finally wiped the cum off of her face and stood up on shaky legs. She felt the urge to masturbate, to touch herself and give herself relief, but she didn’t. She told herself it was because she didn’t want to waste anymore time here, that she didn’t need to cum. That she was in control.
The real reason, though she’d never admit it, was because Akira didn’t say she could.
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The night ended, and soon a new day had begun for Sadayo Kawakami. A new day filled with all the same stresses and annoyances yesterday had in store for her. Grading papers, dealing with annoying kids, and worrying about having enough money for Takase’s guardians. Of course, this day had an entirely different annoyance for her to deal with.
One of her fellow teachers was grilling her for answers. Miss Chouno glared at her, practically interrogating the dark-haired woman, asking again and again just what Sadayo had been doing during her off time.
It was getting harder and harder to avoid the question as Miss Chouno continued to drill her for answers. The other woman was angry at Sadayo for being late this morning, again. Sadayo knew she should have listened to the scowling woman, but honestly? Her mind was miles away.
Miles away, and hours in the past. Her mind returned to thinking about Akira and what he had done to her last night. His hands on her body… It was just… terrible. Of course.
Sadayo felt a familiar dampness between her legs, and she sighed as she tried to ignore that wonderful feeling inside of her. That build up, and rising pressure as her thighs rubbed together. She couldn’t stop thinking of her student.
His arms on her again, touching her, fingering her waiting and wanting pussy… God, just thinking about him was setting her off again.
Sadayo let out a tiny whimper as she wondered if she could somehow escape this situation. Her eyes darted up and down the halls, looking for an escape, but what she found was something else entirely.
Akira Kurusu was walking towards her, lips curved into a smile as he greeted the teachers.
“Miss Kawakami! I just wanted to thank you again for all of the help studying you’ve been giving me lately. You have no idea how much it’s been helping me.”
“Help studying?” Miss Chouno repeated.
“Yeah. Miss Kawakami’s been helping me. We tend to keep it a secret, what with my reputation, but honestly, Miss Kawakami’s really helped me realize my days as a delinquent are over.”
“I… I see.” Miss Chonuo’s scowl was replaced with a smile as she looked at Akira, then at Sadayo. “I see I was wrong about you, Miss Kawakami. Please, carry on.”
“Uh, r-right.” Sadayo watched the dark-skinned woman walk away, vanishing behind a corner. Sadayo didn’t move for a moment, but when she noticed Akira standing by her side, she glared at him. “Why did you help me?”
“I like helping damsels in distress,” he replied with a shrug. His casual response and friendly grin made her cheeks turn red as he chuckled. He leaned closer suddenly, and her blush only grew as he whispered into her ear.
“If you want me to help you some more, I’m always available. I’ll be calling for your services again soon, Becky.” The way he uttered her other name, the way he dragged out the word on his tongue. It made Sadayo’s pussy quiver, and her legs tremble.
She bit her lower lip, holding back a moan as he chuckled once more. His laugh was like honey for her ears as he pulled away and walked off. He vanished into the crowd of students as Sadayo’s body pleaded for her to touch herself.
It wouldn’t be hard to just slip into the bathroom and just… imagine Akira fucking her. Pounding her. Making her his new plaything. Her thighs pressed together, but she didn’t move. She just took long, slow breaths, before walking back into the faculty office.
Sadayo told herself she was being strong and resisting Akira. In truth, though, all she was doing was making herself more susceptible to his charm and touch.
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When Sadayo’s boss told her about her services being needed, she was almost hopeful. Even if she hated this job, the idea of forgetting about Akira and just working sounded great. She thought she could just forget all about her student for the night, but when she realized just who had hired her, well…
She knocked on the door of Leblanc, and her eyes widened as a familiar face answered the door. Her boss had told Sadayo that the customer had requested Becky specifically. She should have known, damn it…
“Becky. Welcome,” he grinned. “Come on inside.” She obeyed his command, though she tried to look as upset to be there as she could. For Akira, all she did was make herself look utterly adorable.
“You shouldn’t have called. Let alone requested me,” she huffed, glaring at Akira. She tried not to let him see her blushing face. From the amount he paid, she was stuck here for… hours.
“I guess I’m just a bad boy,” he replied. “Will you be punishing me, Miss Kawakami?”
Her words were caught in her throat and her lips almost fell open as he chuckled. She tried to turn away from him and glare at a wall, when suddenly a hand gently fell on her cheek. Sadayo’s eyes widened as the hand stroked her skin in a soothing, almost loving manner.
His touch was so gentle that Sadayo was almost unsure of what she should say or do in response. Akira’s silver eyes gleamed as he took his glasses off and placed them on a nearby counter. He leaned forward, she parted her lips. She told herself it was to speak out against him, but she wasn’t so sure when his lips met her.
Sadayo had never kissed someone like this. Akira’s tongue traced her lip, licking them, before he pushed his tongue into her mouth. She suckled on the tongue, moaning as his hands began to play with her body. One of his hands groped her chest, playing with one of her tits as the other hand gave her ass a squeeze, even smacking it. She moaned in response, right into his mouth.
He mauled her body, moving his hands over her skin as he broke the kiss. The older woman gasped for air, before he whispered into her ear. “Do you like my touch, Sadayo? I’ve never heard a woman moan like that and not like it…”
As if to prove his point, he gave one of her nipples a squeeze through her clothes, and she moaned from the pressure on her sensitive spot.
“Why don’t we take this to the bed? Put your arms around me,” he commanded, and like a good maid, she obeyed.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” she grumbled, squeezing her eyes shut, as if to escape reality. Akira just chuckled, before he showed her the level of strength he had thanks to being a Phantom Thief.
He placed both of his hands on Sadayo’s ass and lifted her off the ground. She gasped, and her legs wrapped around her student’s body as he carried her, walking up the stairs with her.
It was like something out of some cheesy romantic novel Sadayo had read, yet Akira was doing it. As he carried her up the stairs, his lips continued to peck and suck on her neck, not allowing her a single moment of clarity. His hands groped and massaged her butt, getting a feel of her generous rear.
The feeling of a man just so easily lifting her up made Sadayo’s pussy wetten. Her cunt quivered with need as her body begged her to submit and just… take Akira’s throbbing cock inside her again, and again, and again. She fought her instincts, trying to control herself. She refused to call it what it was.
A losing battle.
Soon the two were in Akira’s bedroom together. The young man allowed her to stand on the ground again, and she used the opportunity to pull herself out of his arms.
“E-enough. We have to stop, we can’t do this,” she argued. She tried putting up a wall of resistance, but Akira’s fingers stroking her back slowly eroded her will. She shuddered, trying to push him away as his hands groped and squeezed her tits, rubbing them through her clothes.
Clothes that part of her wished were no longer a factor…
“But don’t you want to feel good? To feel loved? To feel someone hold you, kiss you, and… fuck you?” He pushed her, a gentle tap really, and she fell onto his bed as he loomed over her. She gulped, trying to control her pounding heart as he slowly fell on top of her.
He kissed her neck again, and she gasped as he left a hickey on her neck. His hands grabbed at her clothes, and she gasped as she suddenly found her maid outfit being torn off of her. Emphasis on torn. Akira’s young body tricked her. She should have known as soon as he lifted her up off of her feet.
He was strong, and when he wanted to, he could easily overpower her. Yet all he did was tear her clothes off, and she didn’t even try to stop him. The maid outfit was ripped off of her body, and she gasped as he casually tore off her bra with it.
The sheer power he wielded, and the arrogant, confident smile he wore made her quiver. He Once only shreds of her outfit remained, he kissed her again, pushing his tongue into her mouth and swirling it inside her. She moaned, squeezing his shoulders as she tried to muster up the strength to push him away.
She failed to overpower him, though, as his hands stroked and touched her body. One hand played with her tits, pinching and rolling her nipples between his fingers as his other hand slipped down between her legs.
He touched her pussy, and she gasped as she felt a finger penetrating her. The tip of his middle finger rubbed against her inner walls, and it was coated in her slick, wet juices. She was so clearly aroused, yet she tried to fight still. Her hands clawed lightly at his chest, and he moaned at the touch.
It was the first time she really heard him moan, and… Sadayo found that she rather liked it. Maybe if she kept scratching at his chest, she’d hear it again… No! No, she didn’t liked it! She hated it. Hated his hand on her breasts, hated his finger pushing in and out of her wanting pussy, hated his touch, his soft, strong hands, his-
“Ahh!” Akira broke the kiss, suddenly, and Sadayo’s moans filled the bedroom. Without his lips covering her mouth, she continued to moan, gasping in pleasure as one finger became two pushing in and out of her pussy.
The sound of his fingers thrusting into her cunt filled the room, and Sadayo’s body tried to move in time with his thrusts, hoping to get his entire fingers inside of her. He seemed to realize her plan, and he made sure not to thrust all the way inside of her as she moaned in despair.
“P-please…” It took Sadayo a moment to realize that was her voice pleading to the younger man. She bit her lower lip, trying to silence herself as Akira grinned.
“Are you begging me to let you cum?” he asked, raising his brow. She shook her head, not willing to even open her mouth, but suddenly he was pushing four fingers into her womanhood, stretching her out. His thumb rubbed against her clit, adding more fuel to the fire as her body trembled.
“Now, now. Lying isn’t very nice, Miss Becky.” He moved down her body, kissing a line down to her tits as Sadayo watched him. He licked her glistening, sweaty body, before he made it to her heaving, jiggling tits.
Akira made sure to look Sadayo in her beautiful, awestruck eyes as he took one of her nipples into his mouth and sucked on her breast. The act made Sadayo cry out, and she lifted her ass off the bed. His tongue licked her nipple as his lips gently squeeze it. He sucked on her like he was desperate for milk, and Sadayo couldn’t keep herself from screaming.
For a long time, Sadayo fatanized about a man sucking on her tits as he pleasured her. None of her boyfriends were willing in the past, though. All of them seemed too focused on their own pleasure, never hers.
Not Akira. Not this young man who was probably half her age…
She cursed Akira. Cursed him for being so young, cursed him and his wonderful, strong hands, and his warm mouth and his slippery tongue, and-
“Please!” she cried, trying to hump his hand. He laughed against her breasts, almost pulling his hand out of her as she whimpered. “P-please, let me cum. I want to, I want to cum!”
Unlucky for her, Akira did not listen. He heard her, but he actually pulled his hand out of her and freed her tit with a pop. She fell onto the bed, gasping for air as he got off of the bed, leaving her alone and on the verge of tears.
“W-where are you going? I begged you! You son of a bitch, I-I begged-”
“Oh, I know. I just wanted to get some protection.”
“Huh?” She blinked, and she watched as he reached into his nearby desk. He pulled out a small box, and from there, pulled out a condom.
Sadayo remembered her first lover fumbling with the condom, struggling to get it around his dick. It killed her mood and she almost didn’t want to have sex after he finally got the damn thing on.
Akira showed no such clumsiness. He was quick and articulate, freeing the condom and unwrapping it, before pulling it around his cock. The red plastic soon covered his entire erection, as he walked back to his bed.
“Ready to be fucked, Becky?” he asked, and Sadayo found herself spreading her legs despite everything in her mind telling her not to.
He got on top of her, pinning her down below him as he aimed his cock for her pussy. He pushed his cock into her with a slow thrust, letting her slowly acclimate to the sheer size and girth of his erection.
“A-ahh!”
“You are… tight,” he grinned.
Akira went about halfway for Sadayo, before he stopped moving and just stared at her. Her face was red, eyes were wide, yet her pupils seemed unfocused. She looked almost intoxicated, too high to understand anything, but the pleasure his cock gave her.
For Sadayo, she felt like she was in heaven. Her heart pounded as pleasure coursed through her body like blood. She felt a trickle of drool going down her lower lip, though they might have been from the mind-meltingly good kiss Akira gave her earlier. His cock was big, but she was getting used to it, and soon her pussy was hungry for more as she tried lowering down his shaft.
Akira gave her a few more moments of peace, before he seized control and really fucked the young woman. He thrusted back and forth, slamming his penis into her again and again, letting her cry out in pleasure as he fucked her into his bed.
He pounded the older woman, and she was screaming in pleasure as all she saw her the blurred lights of the room. A smile formed on her face as she just enjoyed the sweet paradise, bouncing on Akira’s cock as the bed groaned below her.
One of his hands played with her tits, stroking her saliva-covered nipple as she moaned again. She could hear her pussy being filled with his shaft, driving her closer and closer to orgasm.
She was so consumed by the pleasure that she didn’t even realize what his other hand was doing. Akira was a Phantom Thief, after all, and a damn good lockpick. He knew how to many tiny precise gestures with his hands, and it didn’t take long for him to undo the already loose ties between Sadayo’s hair and her wig.
In one fell swoop, he made his move, and Sadayo was suddenly pulled out of her wonderful nirvana. Akira pulled her wig off of her head, and she gasped as he tossed the pigtails away.
It was like tearing a mask off, and unlike Akira, all that was left was Sadayo Kawakami in the shreds of a maid outfit. Not Becky, but Sadayo, terrified as reality set in.
She wasn’t just a maid. She was a teacher, Akira’s teacher, and yet he was fucking her pussy like a frantic animal. His cock was stretching out her pussy, and her juices were spilling onto her bed as her expression of fear crumbled.
Sadayo’s screamed in pleasure as she squeezed her eyes shut. She came around Akira’s shaft, and her pussy clenched tightly around his veiny shaft as her hands clapped against his chest. She mewled in pleasure, feeling her nerves firing off as her brain was fried from the wonderful pleasure he was giving her.
Her body shuddered as her hips rose up slightly, lifted off of the bed as Akira pushed his entire dick inside her. She was impaled on his cock, and it felt amazing. No, wonderful. Perfect. Sadayo’s lips curved into a beaming grin as she came under her student, before going limp on his bed.
She struggled to catch her bed as she closed her eyes. Shame would come soon, but for now, she rode the aftershocks of pleasure Akira gave her. That’s when she realized something.
He hadn’t cum yet.
Sadayo opened her eyes, and she saw Akira’s silver eyes gleam. He gave her a devilish grin as he uttered, “I’m not done with you yet, Miss Kawakami.” The older woman felt a wave of dread wash over her, before Akira began to fuck her again.
Ecstasy quickly replaced fear as Sadayo cried out her student’s name, trying to make him stop, though it certainly didn’t sound that way to anyone listening. “Please! D-don’t! Ahh, please, don’t! St-ah-p!”
He moved their bodies, eventually turning Sadayo around and forcing her onto all fours. He fucked her doggy style, swinging his hand down to spank her bouncy ass. He loved watching it jiggle, and every blow slowly began to turn her skin red. He didn’t even stop when her arms gave out, and her face was being pushed into a pillow every time he thrusted into her. Drool spilled onto the pillow, wetting Sadayo’s face as her eyes rolled into her skull.
After he fucked her doggy style for a few minutes, he moved their bodies again. Now Akira was laying on his back, bouncing Sadayo on top of him, his hands on her hips. It was as Akira watched Sadayo’s tits clap against her chest, that she realized something.
Somewhere in the deep recesses of her mind, Sadayo wondered if she deserved this. When Akira brought on her second orgasm, she entered a sort of peace that was almost… freeing. It felt so good to just cum her brains out, why did she fight the natural order of things?
Akira was her Master, and Sadayo… she was his slave. His servant. Maybe that was a fitting end for all the wrong she had done in her life? All the terrible things she turned a blind eye to.
She rode the aftershocks of her orgasm, squeezing his dick with her pussy. To her joy, she felt her Master’s cock throb inside of her, before filling his condom with a wave of semen.
Finally she could experience her Master’s cum. She felt his cock stir inside her, and she almost came a third time right there. Sadayoscreamed so loudly, Akira was almost worried someone would hear.
Sadayo had the greatest orgasm of her life as her Master filled his condom with seed. She so wished it was her instead... Her Master, a man she was supposed to educate and keep out of trouble. Yet here she was, riding his cock, being filled with semen till his cum was leaking out of her and onto their bodies.
The maid panted, trying to catch her breath as she looked down at her Master. She told her old self goodbye, believing her free life as a teacher was over. Now she was this man’s plaything. She could either fight it, or be honest with herself.
She chose the latter as she slowly bounced on Akira’s cock. “M-more, Master…”
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Hours had passed by now. The floor around the bed was littered with used condoms, some with semen still dripping out of them.
Akira and Sadayo made the former’s bed groan, springs squeaking as he fucked her once more. Every thrust pushed her down on the bed as she held him tightly in her warm embrace. Despite the passing of time, Akira had barely lost any speed since he began fucking his teacher.
“How does my cock feel, my pet? Do you like it?”
Sadayo had a wide grin on her face as she moaned, and when she heard Akira’s question, she nodded her head wildly.
“Love it! I-I love it! I love your cock, Master!”
“Good. Kiss me.” She obeyed, pulling him down, and lifting herself up, and their lips met halfway. The kiss was clumsy and messy, with her tongue pushing into his mouth as she moaned into his mouth.
She gasped for every few seconds, only to lean back into to kiss Akira. When his tongue pushed into her mouth, she sucked on it as his hips continued to pound against her body. Akira eventually broke the kiss, and he whispered in her ear as she mewled.
“Do you want me to cum inside you, Sadayo?”
God, hearing him call her by her first name drove her wild. She wasn’t his teacher anymore. Not even his maid. She was his lover, his fucktoy, his pet. His slave. Sadayo nodded her head again as the tip of Akira’s cock kissed the entrance to her womb.
The wet, fleshy pounding of Akira’s cock and her pussy, their moans of pleasure, and the groan of the bed springs melded with Sadayo’s voice. “Yes! Yes! Cum in me, Master!”
Akira didn’t need anything else. He slipped his arms under body. Her breasts pushed against his chest as slammed his penis into her. His cock throbbed within her, and she let out a silent groan as he came inside her once more. Despite the condom, despite how she felt after her first orgasm, Sadayo knew the truth now.
This was the greatest climax of her life, and honestly, the next time her Master made her cum might be even better. Such was the dark fate of one so sinful as her. She was doomed to be her own student’s sex slave. She didn’t fight it. She embraced it.
As her final orgasm electrocuted her body and made her thrash and convulse, she accepted this future. The peace and thrill of the orgasm took away all of her fears, before she went limp, slipping into a deep sleep.
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When Sadayo woke up, she expected Akira to still be fucking her. Maybe he was slamming into her butt, or maybe he would make it hard for her to breathe and fuck her throat.
But the truth was, she woke up on her own under the clean blanket of Akira’s bed. He must have switched the sheets around, because the pillow she was resting on and the sheets she slept on were clean, soft, and warm.
Sadayo blinked, slowly rising up from the bed as Akira walked up the stairs.
“Oh, you’re awake. Good.”
Akira had a tray in his hands, with a complete breakfast and waiting for her. Looking at him smiling at her almost made Sadayo believe last night was a dream, but it couldn’t have been, could it?
She would have to be one hell of a pervert to dream that…
“W-what happened…?”
“What do you mean?” Akira replied, a teasing smirk on his face. He sat on the bed, laying the tray on his lap, before handing her a bottle of water. “Here. Your throat’s probably in a bit of pain…”
It did feel sore, actually. “T-thank you.” She took the cold bottle and sipped at it. The cool water left her sighing in relief as it soothed her.
“I hope you like breakfast. I made it myself.”
Sadayo glanced at the omelette he had made for her, complete with a side of bacon and hashbrowns. She never would have taken the delinquent as a cook. “I…” She glanced at him, swallowing down her fears. “Is it laced with some kind of aphrodisiac? O-or a poison?”
She called herself stupid in her head. Like he would admit that to her.
“What?” He raised his brow and shook his head. “No. Just some salt and pepper.”
“Oh.” Sadayo blushed, and despite knowing who he was, she trusted him. He handed the tray over to her as Akira scratched his head.
“I got you a new maid outfit. It’s in the laundry right now. Sorry about ripping it,” he apologized. “I made sure to get the same kind your company uses. No one should be able to tell, and if they do, tell me. I’ll pay you back.” His cheeks began to subtly glow red, something his teacher and maid caught.
Sadayo took a spoonful of food to her lips, biting down and chewing on it as she stared at the young man. Was this really the same delinquent the school feared? She almost couldn’t believe it, especially after seeing him apologize and blush next to her.
“Why… why are you being so nice to me?”
“Isn’t it obvious? I already told you why. I really like you,” he explained, as if he was answering the simplest question in the world. “That’s why I had this whole night planned. I mean, originally, I was thinking of a bit more of a romantic scenario, but after I saw how you were after that blowjob, I just sort of… a-assumed…”
Did he just stutter? Sadayo’s eyes widened as she watched the young man avoid her eyes. When she leaned to the side a bit, she definitely saw his flushed cheeks. He turned to face her, blushing up a storm as he tried to smirk again. It was almost like trying to watch someone try to be cool, almost cute, Sadayo thought.
“I figured you were into this kind of stuff, and that it might be the best way to… win you… o-over,” he muttered, growing quieter and quieter with every passing moment.
Sadayo’s lips almost fell open. She barely caught her food and swallowed it as she ogled him. “Do… do you really care about me?”
“Huh? What kind of question is that? Of course I do. I just thought the only way to get you to listen would be… you know.” He was so bashful now, and Sadayo almost laughed at how surreal the change was.
“So, you’re not going to punish me for blacking out or something?”
“What? No! Honestly, I was worried, but I assumed you just needed rest. Why? Do you need something else?”
He seemed so eager to please her. Sadayo wasn’t quite sure what to say at first as she just gawked at him. “What if I needed medicine? Or a morning after pill?”
“I’d go get you whatever medicine you need. Already got you the pill, just in case you wanted it. Want me to get it?”
“I… N-no. That’s alright.”
Akira nodded his head, before looking at her. “Um, Leblanc doesn’t have a bath, but there’s a bathhouse close by. You can borrow some of my clothes, or something, if you want to go enjoy a bath. My treat.”
Sadayo just ate her food, unsure of how to answer. The young man had gone from teasing, tempting rogue to an utter gentleman? What the hell happened? She couldn’t imagine the delinquent setting this up as a trap. Maybe she was just naive, but… she believed him when he said he cared.
She looked at him, staring as she slowly uttered a question. “It’s Sunday, right?”
“Yeah.”
“We both have the day off?”
“Yeah.”
“Well… Can you take me out? Can we go do something outside, like go to a museum, or the park…?”
“Oh, sure! I mean, there’s a fishing spot nearby that I’ve always wanted to try.”
Sadayo blushed at the idea, mostly because she loved it so. Fishing was so peaceful, she almost leapt for the idea. Instead she took another bite of her food and looked away, her cheeks a deep shade of scarlet.
“S-sure. We can do that.”
“Great!” Akira replied, and if Sadayo looked at him, she would have seen his own blushing face.
