Hello everyone, welcome back to another one of my Persona 5 stories. This time the pairing will be Akira and Kawakami, complete with pure fetish fuel. Obviously, this one is in the same continuity as my previous Akira/Sadayo fics, the timeline is of course post-game.
Chapter One-Her Master
"One day, you're going to make one hell of a lawyer."
In spite of the exhaustion tugging at him, Akira couldn't help at the compliment. Subtly encouragement like that helped move him along, that, and the smile of the person waiting for him back at home. "I certainly hope so, otherwise all this torture will be pointless. Not the sort of thing I want to go to my grave with."
The brown-haired youth chuckled before placing a hand on Akira's shoulder. "My friend, if the law doesn't work out, I can think of several other paths for you. Cooking for example. I've seen you whip up a few mean dishes, not to mention you're close with that coffee shop owner, right?"
Akira smiled at his classmate's optimism. Like him, Tetsushi had come from the countryside, relatively speaking. Unlike him though, he'd been much more nervous and jumpy, a fact that Akira and several others had picked up on. Unlike the latter, he hadn't jumped on the fact. It had resulted in the former Phantom Thief gaining his first friend in law school. Said friend made a habit of sticking by him, even when he could have taken off like the sixty-percent of their classmates.
Walking side by side, the eighteen-year-olds stretched their arms upward, not even bothering to wait until they were outside to feel the spring breeze. Upon getting outside, they spotted several gray clouds spreading across the sky. "Was it supposed to rain?"
"Forgot the forecast, didn't you?" The former country boy snickered pulling out an umbrella. "That said, your dedication is probably going to play out in the long run."
"Thanks, Tetsushi." Yawned the black-haired teen. In a way, he was a bit happy for the rain. Rain meant he cuddling with his girlfriend. Who also happened to be his former high school teacher. "I'm going to head off to the market to pick some stuff up before heading home."
"Then I guess I'm coming with you." Laughed the tree-bark-haired teen already walking across the courtyard. "Before you ask, it's no trouble. You were willing to stay behind to help me, so it's the least I can do."
Akira smiled, though there was a glint in his gray eyes. "Uh-huh, I believe. Now, are you helping to catch a glimpse of my girlfriend?"
"Can you blame me?" cried the shorter law student flailing his free arm about. "We've known each other for almost half a year and I've meant almost all your friends…except your girlfriend! I'd love to meet her! What sort of girl could win the heart you, Akira Kurusu? Up incoming legal star!"
Chuckling at his friend's antics, he mused on rather or not it was worth it to give Tetsushi a hint. He'd reacted rather well to meeting his former teammates, especially Ann. Akira could still recall the day he'd introduced them. It'd taken almost a full minute before the country boy to regain the ability to speak. That, and Ryuji's barely-repressed cough. The afternoon had been fun, but it'd ended with a broken heart on Tetsushi's part. Luckily, Leblanc was still open and Sojiro was more than willing to let him close up for old time's sake.
Though he could feel exhaustion tugging at him, he stayed focused enough to avoid getting run over or trampled. It would have been extremely anti-climatic for him, a boy who'd traversed a parallel world, fought off monsters born from the human mind, and even one-shot a god, to meet his end via a car accident because he fell asleep on his feet. Sadayo would have never let him hear the end of it, to say nothing of the rest of his inner circle.
At his side, his fellow law student did his best to keep him on his feet and his eyes open. A full day of studying, coming at the end of what had been a long and work-filled week that had left almost their entire class feeling like their bodies were made out of lead. Not even Akira, who'd distinguished himself, had been free of the strain. In fact, the same determination that drove him onward had played against him. Three times Tetsushi had had to snap him awake having fallen asleep at his desk after class or just before their teacher walked in.
By the end of the first semester, the pair of boys had mapped out the area surrounding Okakura University. Fortune smiled upon future law students as within walking distance were a number of food stands and markets from which food and snacks could be procured. Such a place was the first stop on their journey.
"Catch!" His senses were still sharp enough for him to react with cat-like agility. His hand caught the bottled soda-pop in a tight grip. Akira's gray eyes caught the soft bronze-color of Tetsushi's. In an instant, he knew the drink had been bought and paid for. Hard to believe there was once a time when I was…all by myself. Thought the former Phantom Thief with a smile. Little more than two years had passed since he'd risked everything to free humanity from the yoke of a false god hellbent on eliminating free-will. At times, it all still felt so…surreal. Still, it had happened, and the things he'd fought for were still with him. The people he'd fought for were still beside him.
His reflection stared back at him, golden necklace glittering around his neck. The source of the glitter was a ring, one he'd kept with him through thick and then. Throughout his first year of law school several of his classmates and teachers had asked him about the ring. He'd answered truthfully, to an extent. Akira had raised a few eyebrows and made himself the target of heavy speculation amongst his classmates over who his mystery girlfriend was. He was more than content with letting them all speculate to until graduation.
RING!
Akira smiled seeing as he pulled out his phone to check the latest message.
K: Are you somewhere warm and safe?
A: Yep, I'm at the market with Tetsushi. We should be back in almost half an hour or so if that's alright.
K: Take your time, but don't push yourself. You've been going pretty hard all week so I don't want to hear about you passing out somewhere. Not until you get home at least ;)
A: Someone sounds eager.
K: As you girlfriend, I see it as my personal job to tend to all of your stress and ills. I'll be waiting for you.
Just a few short messages, and Akira felt like a new man.
"Um, any chance you can at least let me hear her voice?"
Smiling, he spun on his heel to meet the somewhat flustered face of his classmate and friend. Naturally, a basket hung from his right arm. "Nope, but if you're lucky, I might bring you some left overs come Monday."
Tetsushi sighed, but accepted it none the less. "Sure, sure. Speaking of which, take it easy over the weekend, alright? No one wants you coming in with deeper bags under your eyes."
"Noted, in the meantime, could you help me look for some things?"
There was a sigh followed by a smile, one that Akira looked rather close to envy. "You know, whoever this mystery girl is. She's lucky to have you."
"More like I feel like I'm lucky to have her, not come on. That drink gave me a little bit of energy so I'm gonna use it."
He made sure to grab some ice-cream, Sadayo's favorite flavor in particular. Rather warm or cold, it'd become something of a favorite snack of hers. It didn't take much to see why; Akira himself had lost count of the number of times they'd spent curled up on the couch eating out of the same cup. And Morgana too. Speaking of which, he did some searching to find some more catnip for him. It slipped his mind if they were running low or not so he wanted to be sure. In what felt like no time, he and Tetsushi were standing in line at the register. Leaning to the side, he caught sight of the steady rain falling outside. In spite of it, he felt a bit happy. Sadayo's earlier text message indicated she was back home before him; such a thing used to be a rarity but as the year went on it was steadily becoming a semi-regular occurrence.
"It sure does look like the bottom fell out, huh?" Noted the brown-haired law student with a whistle. "Sure you'll be able to make it back in one piece?"
Pulling his hood up, the former persona-user grinned. "See you on Monday, and have all your mock cases in order, will ya'?"
The two shared a laugh before parting ways, knowing they each were going to make the most of their weekend break. In some ways, Akira and Tetsushi were rather different. The latter was quite shy, openly showing the unease he felt coming from the countryside to the big city. Akira was very much the opposite. Still, a friendship had blossomed between the two as they began the long and hard journey to becoming lawyers for reasons each was able to identify with.
Naturally, the subway was rather packed, but the black-haired teen was used to such things. The ride back gave him time to double check his groceries to ensure he had everything. Briefly, he toyed with the thought of texting Sadayo to let her know he was on his way back. He dropped it realizing it'd be a chance to surprise her.
Come to think of it, I've been so caught up in my studies I haven't had much time to…He let the thought trail off as he searched his memory for the last time he and his girlfriend had made love to one another. The answer he came up with was lose to almost three weeks. Crap, don't tell me I need sex a week or so to keep me going through law school! That said, once the thought crossed his mind Akira couldn't help but long to touch Sadayo's body, even if it was something as simple as a hug or kiss. Those were things he was going to give her as soon as he got back.
Sadayo was somewhat proud that Akira's above average abilities and skills had begun to rob off on her. Hearing for example. She was two rooms away, yet she heard the clicking of the door knob and felt her heart flutter in joy.
"Sadayo! Mona! I'm back!" Came his somewhat tired but still happy voice.
Inhaling a quick breath and putting on a smile, she walked the halls to the kitchen, where she knew her former student would be. No doubt he'd brought back groceries; she'd learned Akira rarely let an opportunity go to waste, even when he was running himself rigid.
She was right, and yet she still couldn't help but find something irresistibly cute about Akira. Several times she'd seen him looking winded, only after a spring evening opposite of this, did she find out the reason why. He'd pulled his hood down and loosened his uniform tie, actually removed it. His raincoat had been tossed aside along with his blazer revealing the somewhat wet white undershirt beneath. Though there were the makings of bags under his eyes, Sadayo planned on fixing that.
Starting now. "Welcome home, Master."
It was a good thing he'd placed everything on the counter. If not, Akira would have dropped all the store-bought items onto the ground possibly creating a mess. A mess, that's what his mind was as he processed the image before him.
While he did so, Sadayo giggled and walked right on over, her hips swaying with each step. Akira's eyes watched her until she was standing directly in front of him. Her hands went to his cheeks, not surprised to find they were cold as stone, but not for much longer. Sadayo saw him breath out before pressing her lips against his. As she planned, the soft kiss quickly evolved into something more, something that lit the fire in both their chests. The Wild Card's arms wrapped around her waist pulling her deeper into the kiss. Fire exploded from his lips and raced through his body driving away the rain's lingering touch. The younger male hungrily dove into Sadayo's mouth, which she happily opened up to him. As this was going on, Akira's right hand found itself moving beneath her skirt. A soft moan leaked out of the kiss as the brunette felt her lover rubbing her bottom.
"Where's Mona?" He was breathless when he pulled away, a slow-growing glint twinkling in his eyes like a far-off star.
"He's staying with Futaba for the night." Giggled the older woman sliding her nails down his cheek. A quick manicure had done wonders as evident by the heated shivering that broke out long his skin. "It's just the two of us for the rest of the night, Master."
Her words further stoked the flame burning within him. Silently, he reached out with his left hand, running it along her messy yet always so tantalizing hair. He was happy that she'd forgone her usual pigtails in spite of donning her maid outfit. It made her seem more…natural, and pushed away the lingering doubts and regrets he felt whenever she put on the black and white uniform. His girlfriend really had gone the full mile for him, from her obviously glossy lips to the eyeshadow she wore. Everything about her reminded him so vividly of those times almost two years ago when him calling her up was an almost regular occurrence. Now here they were, but with the constraints of teacher and student no longer forced upon them.
"Becky." Whispered the black-haired male.
She didn't wait for anything more; she eagerly initiated the next kiss. Akira almost immediately melted into it, his grip on her body growing tighter. Sadayo giggled while still attached to him as he took her by the waist and lifted her onto the counter. It was clear he was debating the same thing, rather or not to scatter the groceries across the kitchen floor and make a mess of things. She very much would have liked to move things in that direction, but she wanted to stick to her pre-set plan. That's why she gently pushed him away just enough to put her feet back on the floor. The space separating them was barely a foot.
Sadayo left fingers smoothly glided along his cheeks, her right slowly worked their way through his black curls. Little more than an inch of space separated their lips upon their separation. "I'm going to help you work out all of your stress. Use me as you wish." Almost a second after the words had left her mouth Akira's mouth was on hers' again. Sadayo framed his face using her hands, his own moving up and down her body with a slow and steady tempo. As the seconds ticked by the teacher-maid's hands moved from her boyfriend's face down to his neck where they lightly dipped beneath the rim of his shirt. With their bodies pressed so close together she could practically feel the Akira's goosebumps. She could hardly blame him, this was the most sensually kiss they'd had in weeks. Sadayo moaned into his mouth upon the feeling of her ass being caressed. She was so lost in the make out she'd completely failed to realize Akira's hands had been moving southward.
In the short window of time she was high on the pleasure Akira made his move. Often Sadayo had expressed joy at the fact he was able to so effortless pick her up and carry her as if she were a pillow. During the beginning of their relationship it had been a minor point of insecurity for her, but in what felt like no time at all she actually came to enjoy it-it simply showed her boyfriend was stronger than the average teenager. Softly kissing the nap of her neck, he began carrying her through the hallway toward the bedroom. Sadayo's moans and breathing tickled him as well as motivated him to get to their destination in a few short steps. Once there, Akira placed her on the edge of the mattress. Her soft brown eyes looked into his dark gray a mere second before her arms pulled him downward with her. The former Phantom Thief's maid happily embraced her position beneath him, running her stockings-covered leg up his sides while grinding her hips against his. Akira responded in kind.
In spite of wanting the luxurious tango to continue, Sadayo knew certain things had to be done. Putting both hands to his chest, she pushed her young lover away electing a slight groan of disappointment from him. Smiling softly at his pout, she stroked his cheek with her hand. Having gotten an idea of what she was going for, Akira blushed then sat up. Sadayo's fingers went to the edge of his shirt before rising upward, dragging it with her. Sitting up a little, she was graced with the sight of her love's well-maintained physique. Not much had changed regarding Akira's body since the end of his adventures as the leader of the Phantom Thieves of Heart, that said, those wild nights had left their mark on the black-haired youth. Scars, scars he'd marveled at and traced whenever she saw them, were peppered throughout his body. Lean muscles and scars, what woman wouldn't have been turned on by the sight.
With a gentle swaying of her hips she instructed him to turn over. Akira did so, ending with him lying against the sheets with the teacher-maid straddling him, a look of growing want in her eyes. Want mixed with sympathy. From time to time when she was on top, she would do this, pause in their love-making to admire the body he'd built up attempting to right the wrongs of society, and the price he'd paid in doing so. When she first saw them, they'd frightened her now realizing this young man was dealing with problems far beyond what teenagers were supposed to. In a way though, they had also increased her attraction to him. On one hand she never really was one for the "rough and tumble" types who got into fights and skirmishes and walked away with battle scars. Sadayo thought of those kinds of men as the worst; Akira was a different story though, his scars came not because he loved fighting, but because he was willing to sacrifice to do the right thing. Seeing them gave her an idea of what he was putting himself through for the sake of others, for people like her. It had furthered the want to be close to this country kid, be near him and nurture him.
Breathing shallowly, she traced the imprints along his skin, slashes and burns, stories she'd been told causing her eyebrows to widen in awe and worry. Akira's hands slowly crept up upon hers where they precede to guide them back to his chest. Both smiled as they lost themselves in the smooth rhythm that was his breathing. Akira's thumbs gently traced circles on the exposed skin of his love's thighs, sending small but pleasant goosebumps throughout her body. Giggling, the older of the pair leaned downward allowing her glossy lips to touch Akira's. Unlike their previous kiss which was sultry and passionate this one was soft and warming. Once they separated, she moved over thus giving Akira the chance to turn his body over so he was lying flat on his stomach. Grinning, she sat back over him and began to work her fingers along his back.
"Oooohhh, I forgot how good your fingers feel." Chuckled the young law student. Sadayo's fingers were like ribbons of silk lightly gliding over his back, purging him of the stress and anxiety that had accumulated over the last couple of days. If he didn't know any better, he'd almost say he was back in the Metaverse and Morgana had just cast a healing spell over him.
"Heh, just lie down and enjoy it. This is a break you've earned, maybe two or three times over." Those times he'd opened himself up to her and allowed her to de-stress him were ones she'd steadily learned to look back on with fondness. Of course, she had no idea what he was doing that caused his body to become so tight with tension. Once she found out, Sadayo made it a point to work out whatever it was that had been eating away at her beloved. Sometimes they talked and sometimes they didn't. The silence that came with her being the one to take care of him was rather blissful. Those moments had become their private little heaven, a sanctuary where the problems of the outside world were nonexistent and all they had to focus on was each other.
Even if the chances of new scares appearing on his body were next to nothing Sadayo always felt a ping of worry whenever Akira went shirtless in front of her. In the beginning, it was simply due to the fact the two of them were heading to a place they most definitely should not have been going but did so anyway. After some time, that feeling faded away, at least until she noticed how his body seemed to react to stress and ill-omens in ways that she quickly figured out. Lawyering was a different type of business than fighting manifestations of the human psyche, but the amount of effort Akira had to put in was just the same, perhaps more so since he was learning how to well and truly talk his way through instead of shooting it or slashing it. By the end of Akira's first week Sadayo was almost sure Mementos had come back and Akira had been stinking out and exploring its dark depths.
His soft moans of pleasure were sweet music to Sadayo's ears. They encouraged her to spread out her hands in an attempt to find where his new sore spot for the day was. Apparently, it was in his lower left side. Concentrating on that area she was rewarded with an extended cry of relief that made her heart flutter in proud joy. Her silky hands worked their magic on him, causing him to keep his mouth open in a near continuous sigh of never-ending relief.
"You aren't going to fall asleep on me, are you?" Sadayo giggled.
Somewhat embarrassingly, there had been times when Akira dozed off during Sadayo's treatments. Mostly it had been in the beginning of their "master-servant" relationship when he was still attempting to get use to balancing out his double life. In retrospect those moments were forgivable. "As much as I'd love to do that, staying awake seems to be the better option. Besides, if I fall sleep who knows what my sweet maid could get up to while I'm off in dream land?"
The smiles worn by both were impossibly devious and lustful. Those times that Akira had fallen asleep on her watch Sadayo had admittedly…gazed at his body longer than what could have been considered acceptable. On his end, when he woke up, he always subconsciously checked his body to see if anything had been done to him while he was out. Somewhat sadly, the most he'd find was a lingering heat on his cheeks, residue of his teacher-maid caressing his sleeping face, and maybe debating rather or not to kiss him.
Allowing a luxurious shadow to fall over her face, Sadayo moved her hands back up Akira's upper back. Minutes flew by like leaves in the wind until Akira felt he'd been completely and utterly de-stressed curtesy of his girlfriends' magic fingers. His back arched upward a minute before he pushed himself upright using his hands. Sadayo smiled in lustful pleasure as she watched her master and boyfriend stretch and turn. He knew perfectly well he was giving her a show as evident by the sly smirk that obscured his face. A low chuckle left his lips as he turned around to find Sadayo leaning in close; their lips gently pressed against one another while her body leaned against his. Akira allowed himself to fall backwards into the bed, his lustful maid putty in his arms. She was clearly enjoying the feel of his naked upper body against her clothed form. Her hands gently wondered from his face downward to his neck and chest, all while her lips continued teased his. Akira sat upright, looping one arm around her waist while the other supported his weight. Sadayo eagerly took the sign and put her all into their next kiss.
It was painful to part, more so for him than it was for her. She could see the naked desire burning in his eyes, probably greater than her own. Smiling softly at her love, Sadayo whispered a simple command to his face. His right arm fell away ending up adjacent to his head like his left. There was a light blush playing at his cheeks that made Sadayo giggle. She kissed her way down south starting from his cheeks to his neck. Sadayo lingered for a second longer on the crux between his head and shoulder, taking sweet pleasure in the sudden breathes she was making him take. His hips grinded against hers in a plea to move back upward. Grinning inside and out, Sadayo sat upright to leer at him.
"Be patient, my dear master. The night is young and we're just getting started."
Akira knew this was going to be one of those times she got back at him for always teasing her. Not that he didn't enjoy letting her take control, but she seemed to enjoy the teasing and foreplay more than him at times.
Her kisses continued their original course down to his waistline. A simple kiss sent an electric shiver throughout his body. Seeing him practically trembling where he lay Sadayo added another kiss, then a third. Smiling, she lightly drummed her fingers against his belt buckle. Biting his lip, the college-aged male let out a pitiful whine she recognized as a light-hearted demand. Mentally grinning from ear to ear, how could Sadayo refuse her master's wish. At the sound of his belt being undone and his pants zipper pulled open he let his head fall back in a relieved sigh of pleasure. Sensing her fingers brush up against his skin, he moved his hips allowing Sadayo to pull his pants and boxers down. The black-haired youth was now well and truly naked before his dearly devoted maid.
Child-like glee filled her seeing the meaty rod she'd allowed into her so many times. The sword that her former student had used to liberate her from the cocoon-like prison she'd been trapped in for years. Lust flickering in her eyes, her delicate hands reached out and began lightly stroking the fleshy rod. Seven inches of raw masculinity, and tonight it was all her hers.
"Sadayo," whispered the teenager feeling his cock becoming hard under his girlfriend's touch.
Smirking like a she-devil, she gave the first of what would be many tentative kisses to Akira's cock. An even stronger jolt ran through him, causing his back to arch upwards. Her pink lips left light imprints on his penis, subtle reminders of who he belonged to. The future lawyer's hands began to dig into the sheets; his right lip was bit down in an effort to contain the mounting desire simmering within him. All of his little actions further cemented the devious smirk on her lips. Every once in a while, she paused in her teasing to glance into his eyes. Sadayo felt her loins grow wet at the sight of his reddening face. If not for her years of carefully-practiced control, she'd have simply skipped the foreplay and impaled herself on him right then and there. Her name fell through his lips before he reached out to gently stroke the top of her head. Sadayo smiled placed a hand atop of his, then gave an extended kiss to the tip of his member.
The battle against a pre-release was perhaps one of the toughest Akira had ever fought. Everything from the physical touch of her lips to her soft breathing had him struggling to keep his cum suppressed. Yes, there'd been times he'd lost the battle and was…treated to quite a show as a result, but this night he didn't want to ruin all the work Sadayo had put into comforting him. That said, she was making that incredibly difficult. Akira's eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets as he watched her reach behind to undo the bow of her apron. In practically a heartbeat he knew what she was planning, and it took all his self-restraint to keep from reaching up and ridding her of her maid outfit all together. Evidently, she was well aware of his inner conflict, and chose to add more fuel to the fire.
Sadayo relished the look of absolute desire on her lover's face upon pushing the upper portion of her uniform down. As it'd been some time since her last relationship, she'd grown somewhat insecure about her body. Admittedly, the first time she and Akira had sex she'd been scared shitless he would reject her on account of not finding her attractive enough to make love to. That evening he made it abundantly clear he loved every portion of her. Since then, she'd steadily grown more and more comfortable with exposing herself to the point here she was, running her hands up her chest and sides in clear view of her young lover. Wrapping her arms around herself so that they deliberately pushed up her breasts, she whispered, "Do you like what you see, Master?"
In spite of the building tension, Akira returned her smile. "I always have, and I always will. I'm glad you kept the choker, it looks great on you."
Now she was the one blushing. One of the many kinks she'd discovered about Akira was even without the maid uniform he seemed to enjoy the choker she wore around her neck. It was perhaps the least stifling piece of her old uniform.
Ticking a single loose strand of hair behind her head, Sadayo gave his cock a prolonged kiss during which her tongue was added to the mix. As her lips pulled away leaving barely a centimeter between them, her mouth surged forward, slushing across the vein-covered rod like a mop. Her actions brought immediate results as Akira suddenly jerked upward, a hot moan leaving his mouth. Seeing the literal rise she'd gotten out of him, she continued swaying her tongue over his member for a few seconds longer before withdrawing her mouth. In their place, she took hold of his cock with her hands. Electricity raced from her palms, now gripping the saliva-covered rod, into the rest of her body. Staring down at her love, she flashed him a demonic grin before beginning to slowly but tenderly pump him.
"Sadayo…." Moaned the teenager. It felt like he'd been hit with a full scale Megidola attack, all his defenses down and his enemy putting their back into the attack. He tried his best not to look down for he knew she was smiling. One of his many devilish grins was now on her face, and the role of helpless victim was now him.
Sadayo kept her right hand attuned to his penis while she reached out with her left. She placed her palm atop Akira's shoulder while diving down so their lips could connect to one another. "Are you enjoying this, master?" Admittedly, she gasped a little feeling his somewhat cold hands touch her bare skin. Another jolt passed through her causing the teacher to speed up her hand job by sheer reflex. Clearly, they'd done this enough times for some things to become engrained. "I'll take that as a yes, simply lie back and let me pleasure you to your heart's content."
Despite intending to do just that, Akira held onto her for a few minutes longer. Not once did Sadayo's stop in her stroking of his cock. If nothing else, his teacher-turned-girlfriend was spectacular multi-tasking. A thin line of saliva served as a visual reminder for them of their heated emotions upon breaking apart. Feeling like he was on the stairway to heaven, Akira reclined into the bed, content in taking his time to reach his destination. He had complete faith that his dear maid would make the trip there well worth it.
Recording the image of the black-haired teen laid back, his face the picture of bliss and relaxation, Sadayo turned her full attention to his cock. It'd gone hard as a rock in her hands with the veins becoming visible. Just as she'd done to his body, her hands worked their mundane magic on his cock. Akira's mouthed hung open in a breathless sigh filling Sadayo with a feminine pride. He wasn't the only one who was getting excited, she could feel a wetness slowly but surely beginning to build in her loins. Once she pleasured him Sadayo was sure he'd return the favor to her, he always did. Running her thumb along the tip, she bent her head downward to plant another soft kiss on his rod. Akira jerked in her hands, a small spirt of cum just nearly making it to her face. With visible glee, she licked it up then turned to face her breathless boyfriend.
Intent on getting him to rock their entire apartment with screams, Sadayo removed her hands and mouth. Her palms went to her breasts, pushing them upward to give Akira a full view of them and implant the thought in his head. If it was possible, his cock further straightened and hardened right before her eyes. Keeping her devilish smile, she spaced them apart just enough for her young love's member to snuggly slide between them.
"Sadayoooo…"
What she was doing to him was sinful, it was amoral. Even if he was no longer her student a good ten years of age still separated them, not to mention both of them had worked hard to illuminate their futures after a long period of darkness. But they hadn't done so alone, each had greatly contributed to the other, pushing and pushing until at last, here they were. Safely tucked away from the rules and norms of the outside world Sadayo allowed her inner desire of her former student to take full control. Her breasts moved up and down in a steady rhythm she'd learned through trial and error. As far as she was concerned, she'd gotten pleasuring her Akira down to a near art-form. And her one and only critic always gave her high-marks, always.
Just as he relished the feel of his cock sandwiched between her breasts, Sadayo took pleasure in having his member occupying the space in-between her mounds. Lewd as the act was, they'd found they both…enjoyed it to a certain extent. Like any other guy, Akira had his fantasies such as having his cock squished between the breasts of a woman he loved. The day Sadayo decided to let him live out that fantasy had been engrained in his body and periodically refreshed almost every time they had sex. Each time seemed better than the last in his opinion, and he always made sure to tell Sadayo that. She always attempted to downplay his praise in a way that made him want to take her up in his arms, and from time to time that's what he did, throwing off whatever plans she'd made.
Akira's mouth was stuck in a permanent o-shape as the teacher moved her breasts up and down his rod. The pleasurable friction she generated sent tingles down both their spines. Admittedly, Sadayo never thought they'd be in this position as she not only never thought she'd get another boyfriend, but her confidence in her looks had lessened since her last relationship. As with many things, Akira brought it back. With visible pride, she leaned forward so that her breaths tickled her boyfriend's already rigid member. As always, his body jerked a little in getting a tease from her lips.
Her name fluttered through his lips like a ray of morning light through a set of curtains. He wanted to pull them back and allow the light in, but such a thing would only come once she gave her say-so on the matter. Gently pressing down onto his pelvis, she advised him to lay back and stop his struggling. Akira wordlessly did so, the former Phantom Thief stared absent-mindedly ahead as his cock was serviced by the woman who once was his homeroom teacher. Hot whispers left Akira's lips once he felt his girlfriend's sweet, sweet lips finally touch his cock. It was only because they'd made love so many times before, he was able to contain himself.
But Sadayo wasn't exactly making that easy.
Akira allowed his arms to lay spread out at his side making him partially look like a rag doll. Save for the near constant rising and falling of his chest, the breaths he sucked in and out, he was completely motionlessly. It felt like it'd been ages since he'd been able to do this-lay back and simply exist, not have to worry about anyone or anything. He almost felt like he was floating, not exactly on a boat, but just on an ethereal stream that pushed him along as if he were no more than a pebble. Granted, one that could feel. Each wave that overtook him was a shot of euphoria throughout his entire body. From the bottom of his heart he didn't want the ride to end.
Rather than end, it simply shifted to its second phase. The college student was pushed over the edge down a roaring waterfall by the maid taking his full length into her mouth. He screamed upon going completely under, a sound that the older woman relished to her core. Her soft brown eyes drifted upward to see the once-calmed teenager was now a trembling wreck. With his cock in her mouth, Sadayo smirked. This was the Akira she'd wanted to see, the one she'd missed. Wildly lashing out with her tongue, she slathered his cock in her saliva; her mouth bobbed up and down pushing the penis deeper and deeper thus giving her the opportunity to take more of him into her. Akira's member was just as she remembered it-hard, warm, yet oddly tender. Just as she was beginning to lose herself, something hot and moist shot into her throat. Sadayo quickly adapted and swallowed the pre-cum, making sure Akira's cock was licked clean as she pulled away.
He'd sat up using his hands. Akira's breathing was hard, but it was clear he was pleased with her actions. His right hand reached out and patted the top of her head causing Sadayo to blush. Without a doubt, the image of them was scandalous and some would have called outright criminal, but that was part of the charm to them. Sadayo basked in the warm feel of his hand atop her head for a few moments before resuming her pleasuring of his member. Akira's palm remained on her cranium as she got back to blowing him, a silent motivator and reward for her actions.
From an outside perspective, control had seemingly shifted. Now the former high schooler was sitting upright, his hips now active in the lovemaking. Akira's hand had a steady hold over Sadayo's head, his fingers softly moving through her dark chocolate-covered locks. The teacher made it known she was enjoying herself, not a second went by when she wasn't moaning in bliss. Once or twice, her eyes fluttered open and turned upward. Her beloved's stormy gray eyes stared back at her, their dark hues overshadowed by lustful flames just like hers'. While gently massaging her head, Akira's hand fell upon the rings holding her pigtails in place. A swift hush fell from his lips seconds before he removed the first one causing her left pigtail to collapse.
She barely felt her hair coming undone, all Sadayo focused on was the act she was currently engaged in. There was a sudden throbbing in Akira's cock. The teacher grinned and readied herself.
"Sadayo!"
Out came her lover's manly juices directly into her mouth and down her throat. Lewd as it was, Sadayo was glad that in the going on two years of their relationship, she'd lost track of how many times Akira had cum in her mouth. Long had she gotten used to the sweet taste of his cum, and long had she gotten addicted to it. She made no secret of the fact as she eagerly swallowed his cum. The black-haired youth's head fell back yet his hand remained atop his love's head, gently massaging her scalp as she enjoyed her "meal". It felt with every lashing of her tongue, he shot more of his manly essence into her mouth, as if he were a pump with her hand on the lever.
Akira was so caught up in the bliss of his release he hardly noticed when Sadayo removed her lips from his cock. It was her giggling that caught his attention. Re-focusing his vision he was greeted to the sight of his girlfriend laughing to herself as she licked up the residue cum that had leaked through and begun trailing down her lips. With her hair undone and in its natural curly state, she looked absolutely gorgeous. His lips froze in a soft smile with a colorful blush spreading across his cheeks. Sadayo continued to giggle seeing his expression, she rose upward, using her right index finger to wipe the cum from her lips. There was no other word to describe her following action besides erotic; her finger left her mouth with an audible pop that had the college student's cock twitching.
"Thank you, Becky." Akira whispered opening his arms to her. Without a moment's hesitation she leaned into his arms, their lips meeting in a soft yet tender kiss. Beneath her skirt he felt his member brush up against her panties. Getting an idea, he trailed his left hand down beneath her skirt, finding the black fabric and lightly massaging her bottom. Sadayo's proceeding moan told him all he needed to know about how she was feeling.
Less than an inch of space separated their grinning lips from one another. "Happy to be of service, master." His hands and penis were working in tandem to ensure she soiled her panties. Sadayo didn't mind it all too much, it wasn't the first time and it most definitely was not going to be the last. Two of his fingers dipped beneath her panties to touch her the naked skin of her ass, gently pressing down on a loose nerve. Akira's face buried itself in the crux of her neck while she moaned.
"I think it's time you received your reward, you've been so good to me, after all." Spoke the former Phantom Thief in a near enchanting voice that sent shivers down Sadayo's spine. He wasted not one second in picking her up by the hips then turning her over so that it was her back touching the bed. Hovering over her, Akira fixed her with a dark grin that she'd come to find ungodly arousing. His tongue tracked across his lips as he leaned in close enough to plant a soft kiss on her lips. From there he began to head downward, sprinkling the older woman's neck with butterfly kisses that had Sadayo filling as if lightning was running through her veins.
In-between her legs, Sadayo could feel what felt like a release coming. God only knew what would happen once Akira actually got there down. Ironically, that was the image she tried her best to block out, knowing if she embraced it, she'd lose control completely. That job was now in the hands of her beloved boyfriend and master.
With a surprising amount of delicacy, Akira pushed aside the top portion of her dress revealing her breasts, ripe fruit he'd fallen in love with the day he'd laid eyes on them. Speaking of that day, Sadayo still jumped a little whenever he teased her nipples, a little trait that went a long way in showing how much affection she had for her former student. Akira loved the fact that even as he teased her nipples, Sadayo tried to remain in a state of semi-control. They got so much mileage out of this little "game" every time they played it was almost ridiculous. Maybe it was Akira who enjoyed it the most; he liked to believe he had every reason to.
Sadayo was already lightly gripping the pillows behind her. She was beginning to sweat, which made her maid uniform look all the sexier as she squirmed and wiggled beneath his seductive touch. The teacher's mouth opened and closed in a series of muted and not-so-quiet moans and whispers, all of which Akira picked up with perfect clarity. Once did she dare glance at him and found him smiling back, all while lavishing her left nipple with attention from his tongue. Foolishly, she fell under his spell and struggled to break free; Akira wasn't going to let that happen without a fight. His entire mouth fell upon it, his left hand snaking its way to her right boob and began messaging it.
To the teen's surprise, his lover decided restraint was overrated. "Do whatever you please to me, master." Akira broke off from the breast feeding to stare at her. "I told you," she giggled. "Tonight, it's all about you. Anything you want to do to me, do it."
"If you insist." Grinned the dark-haired male before reattaching his lips to her breast. Like an appliance that just been plugged in, energy surged through the teacher's body. Though he was supposed to be the one doing the enjoyment Akira was making it a point to ensure Sadayo got some of it as well. Always the attentive boyfriend, something she loved about him from the bottom of her heart. His tongue lashed at her nipple while his fingers toyed with her other breast. Second by second, he could feel her body growing hotter and hotter beneath her outfit. The reactions she blessed him with was better than any piece of treasure he could have procured from a Palace.
In choosing to pleasure her chest Akira had created a bit of a…situation down south. Sadayo's legs continuously glided against one another as her boyfriend helped himself to her twin melons. He was quite verbal, and skilled at making love to her, so much so it was hard to believe at times she was his first time. Akira always said it was thanks to her, for guiding him through their first time and the many intercourses that came afterward. Over time, his words had gone from being just mere praise, she realized they were genuine, and that thought often made Sadayo's heart flutter in pure joy.
Akira mentally chuckled at the barely repressed moan she let out once he took his lips and fingers off of her breasts. She always seemed to enjoy him playing with her mounds, even when she tried to deny it. Even before he was face-to-face with her crotch, he could smell her juices, a sweet nectar that called out to him and awakened the primal animal that slumbered within his soul. Evidently, Sadayo's had already been awakened. "My, my, it looks like you're pretty excited yourself, my beloved maid." To him, there was always something almost magical about looking down to find her panties soaked to the brim. Perhaps it spoke to his masculinity, she certainly seemed to think so as from time to time she'd joke about it. "Let me have my fill of you."
The teacher's mouthed briefly opened in a sight of blissful release as she felt her pussy taste open air. Not a second later and it was being tickled by the hot breath of her overworked Master. Akira swiftly got to work in licking up the pre-cum that had escaped Sadayo. The act sent hundreds of tiny jolts through her body that were precursors to what was to come. Barely cracking her eyes open, she looked to the side spotting her soaked white panties lying on the floor; swirling back to her front, she was gifted with the sight of Akira hungrily eating out her pussy. Her cheeks completely and utterly flushed not just at the sight but the feel of her boyfriend's tongue vigorously lashing at her insides.
In spite of the tremors literally rocking her body like a boat in open water, Sadayo found it in her to sit upright. "My…my dear Aki," Here in the solitude of their home she could use her pet name for him. Surprisingly, he reacted to her placing a hand atop his head-a longer and much more tender stroking of her pussy ensued. Sadayo let her head roll back as the pleasure overcame her. Once she regained a bit of her strength, she looked back to him. "I know how stressful the last couple of days have been, so please, use me."
Her words caused him to pause. His hands still gripped her stockings-covered legs as he raised his head slightly to meet her shimmering brown eyes. In response to his cute stare, she giggled. In her eyes, it was infinitely cute seeing her boyfriend look to her with a stream of her womanly nectar running down the corner of his lips. Still holding him by the head, Sadayo generally caressed his sculp while leaning back with her other hand used for support. Sadayo knew perfectly well how she looked in his eyes; her actions lit the flame in his eyes causing him to dive right back into her pussy.
She might as well have been a scoop of ice-cream, tantalizing with every lick leaving him wanting more and more like a child. Firmly yet gently gripping her by the hips, Akira buried his tongue deeper into Sadayo's cavern, his mental grin growing wider and wider with each soft moan he exacted from her. As he did with her breasts, he slowly ran his thumb over her thighs, the sensual thunder boom around her was now being added by a luxurious gale.
"Ahhhhh…"
He wanted her to moan, to scream his name over and over again for the rest of the night. To ensure such a thing would happen Akira added his right index finger to the mix. The results were far from disappointing. Smirking even as he hungrily consumed her snatch, he added a second. Now the maid was under an assault from his tongue and fingers, which were going at near piston-like speeds. Sadayo's breaths were getting quicker and quicker; if he to guess, then her hands were also gripping the pillows for dear life. The bed creaked under the constant rocking of her body.
"Yes…yes…yes!"
I've been so stressed out and here you are, offering yourself to me. Thought the former Phantom Thief reacquainting himself with his brunette lover's fleshy walls. How many times did you touch yourself because I was too tired to pleasure you? Sadayo, you deserve this as much as I do. He felt her walls tighten and her lips suck in a quick breath. In the back of his mind, the Persona-user grinned then braced himself.
"Akira!"
The torrent came swiftly and with as much force as he'd been expecting. Happily, Akira opened himself up to it, not quite losing himself to the white tidal wave, but enjoying the sensation of his mind being washed over by her release. Sadayo's back arched off the bed, somewhat further pressing her vagina further into his mouth. Akira kept a hand on her right thigh, beneath his fingers he could practically feel the arcs of electricity running through her. He rather enjoyed the sensation as he always did. Having gone over a week without the sweet nectar, he helped himself to the gushing spring before him. He wasn't going to let one drop go to waste.
Sadayo felt her back eventually hit the bed, though the feeling of being suspended in the air remained. Her lover's fast and furious licks seemed to lift her higher and higher into the paradise they could achieve when together. She withdrew the hand that he maintained s steady grasp on his head and allowed it to fall beside hers just like the other. Sadayo stared at the ceiling through starry-eyes waiting for her love to finish. Given how she could still feel her own body climaxing she thought that might take a while.
Nearly lost in the haze of her orgasm time slipped through her fingers. How long it was she couldn't tell, but she was aware of one thing-it was time well-spent. Only when she felt a sudden emptiness in-between her legs did she have the urge to look up. Lustful gray eyes stared back at her complete with a charming smile that made the teacher-maid's heart melt like butter. Just looking at him made her pussy quiver as if another release were on the horizon. Smirking, Akira creeped upon her until they were eye-to-eye. He was just as wanting as she was in their lip-lock, his hands moved from beneath her skirt to her waist. Several times did she feel his cock, now at full mast, brush up against her uncovered pussy.
"My sweet maid, you're just as tasty as ever."
"I'm glad, it'd be a blow to my pride if I wasn't able to satisfy you."
He nuzzled her neck for a few seconds before pulling away. His face was becoming just as flustered as hers, and with good reason. The headdress was removed and her pigtails were done allowing her hair to return to its unkempt beauty. She squirmed in anticipation beneath him. Akira's hands found their way into hers, meanwhile, her legs sensually grinding against his sides. In naked view of her, the teenager's cock twitched giving her reason to giggle.
"Master," Came her honey-sweat voice.
"Are you ready, Becky?" He coolly questioned already knowing the answer he would receive.
Giving him a smile fit for an angel, Sadayo spread her clothed legs giving the black-haired youth an unapologetic view of her pussy. Her grip on his hands instinctively tightened, a tiny little go-ahead that she always did. Akira wasted no time in accepting her invitation.
"Ohhhhh…"
In unity, their cried out. It was as if a puzzle piece that had been missing had finally been found and added to the mix. The maid's body became rocked with waves of ecstasy at the feel of her core finally being occupied by a real cock after her fingers substituting. Seconds after he'd entered her, Akira felt his lover's pussy quiver then immediately begin to constrict his member. He too felt an euphoric rush at finally being back inside the woman he loved.
"So, tell me, Becky, how does it feel? To have my dick plunging in and out of you? Does it feel as good as you remember it? You certainly feel great, probably better than the last time." Even with minimal thrusts, he was getting rise after rise out of her. Now, she was gripping his hands tightly and her legs were tightening around his waist. Slowly but surely, the sound of flesh slapping flesh was growing louder and more vulgar as Akira took his time to enjoy being inside of his dear maid. She looked to him with lustful brown eyes that were slowly glazing over. "Becky, I asked you a question."
"Ahhh!"
Naturally, his question was punctuated with a thrust that hit her G-spot. White hot fire shot through her burning every organ and nerve in her body. Sadayo felt her legs quiver in excitement with the rest of her body falling shortly after. Akira loomed over her, his smirk as smug and sexy as it always was. "Y-Yes! I-It does feel good! It feels great!" Fueled by her growing lust, she rolled her hips. His cock managed to hit her G-spot again, earning another hot and passionate shout from the brown-haired woman. Slipping her hands from his grasp, she took him by the cheeks so their lips could make contact with one another.
Smiling in amusement, Akira picked up the speed and force of his thrusts. Just as her hands had found a safe haven around his neck, his arms looped around her waist. With her legs locking him in place and he doing the same to her, they were truly connected in the most intimate way possible, the way they'd longed for. Their mouths made repeated contact against one another to the point where they could barely get a breath in.
It wasn't long before Akira's speed overtook her, and Sadayo found herself on the receiving end of what was one of the best love-making they'd had in a while. Time after time, second by second, she felt his cock pushing deeper and deeper into her body making it feel as if she were ascending the steps to Nirvana. The way he held onto her added to the feeling, his grip, his breath on her when their lips briefly separated, all of it reeked of newly unleashed lust and want that had cackled beneath the docile young man. Sadayo completely and utterly gave herself to the growing fire. She feed it with her rising moans and pants, as well as tightening of her arms and legs.
"Sadayo, I'm going to…!"
"Yes, do it! Pour your cum into me, Master!"
Seconds before the end came, their eyes met one another. If only for an instant, they smiled at one another, it was not the look of a master and his servant, but of two people in love. The purest expression of their feelings came barely a heartbeat later.
"AKIRA!"
"SADAYO!"
Cutting through all obstructions, his essence came through, the liquid arrow striking hard and sending shockwaves through the terrain. Its effects became immediate in the thunderous cry that went up from the spirit of the land. Like a Biblical decree, the white liquid spread out, racing through every vein in the maid's body completely and utterly washing her away as if she were no more than another grain of sand on the shoreline. She'd spread her arms out as the waters took her, carrying her away into the sea of nirvana she'd longed to experience. On the "other side", the master let himself fall into the creamy and vanilla-scented valley that was bliss. He too eventually hit the water, finding his love in the carnal seas. Together, they allowed the current to take them further and further away, the world beyond their own little more than a distant memory.
Shot after shot, squeeze after squeeze, the couple continued the sensual dance they'd longed for until they felt their bodies had nothing left to give, for the moment anyway. The master fell onto his maid-lover, his cock pumping out the last ounces of his manly juices. With every shot the maid's body quiver beneath him, her body arching upward or to the side if only by a centimeter or two. Every action the dark-haired man felt, and every action brought him pleasure the likes of which he'd nearly forgotten about. As he felt his orgasm begin to come to an end, the master rose his head just enough for him to look his beautiful and devoted servant in the eye. A sudden and unexpected jolt ran through them, it spurned the older woman to act. Just as their juices clashed and melted into each other, so too did their tongues, muted whispers flying from their mouths during the brief periods of separation.
Neither was quite sure how they ended up in the opposite position: Sadayo on top with her Akira on the bottom, but neither were complaining. Outside the window, the cold winter air blew through Tokyo. Whereas before they couldn't hear it, they now could definitely make out the sounds of the city going about while they caught themselves and simply enjoyed the physical contact. Akira's hands gently glided over his maid's body and her hair as they always did when he felt he could get away with it. His fingertips were like charges that shot raw energy into the teacher's skin with every touch, no matter how miniscule. Twice did she roll her body against his for a reaction, and twice was she deeply satisfied.
"Sadayo, I don't know how I can ever thank you." Whispered the teenager as his girlfriend rose upward, straddling him in the process. "You've…you're always doing so much for me, even when you don't have to."
Following a soft giggle, she palmed his cheek with her right hand. "I'm just doing as you've done for me, and I'll keep doing so until the day I die, Master." His hand fell atop of hers while his other gripped her hip. Confident in his touch, she leaned downward connecting their lips again. Following several long seconds of the throaty exchange, Sadayo pulled away, though not by much. She moved her head toward the side of his so her lightly glossed lips was barely an inch from his ear. "We're not done yet, or shall I say, you're not done yet, are you, master?"
Mentally, she grinned at his reaction, having feeling it throughout her body. With the short rest his cock was recharged and ready to go, and he not had major incentive. Instinctively, his grip on her hip tightened, then glided toward her ass. Sadayo let out a low and very sexy moan as he began to lightly palm her buttock.
"Like I said, tonight I'm going to take care of your stress, like a good maid should."
Quickly, she sat about proving the validity of her words. His jaw sealed shut, the black-haired male watched as his flipped onto the other side of her bed coming up on her hands and knees. One hand stretched backward to her beautiful and flawless ass. Her white suspenders cut a thin line across the landscape which she ran her hand over. Quick as lightning, she turned her lustful gaze toward Akira.
"I know you want to take me from behind, do it, pound me until neither of us can move a muscle."
Little over two three years ago, no one would have ever expected such a line to come out of the mouth of Sadayo Kawakami. The fact that such a phrase had, with the addition of her wearing a very sexy maid uniform, served as proof that miracles could in fact happen.
"Don't think I'm going to take it easy on you, my dear." His smile was wicked and his eyes flashed with dark intent. That simply served to arouse the brunette beauty even more. "I've been away from this for too long, but here you are offering it to me." Akira ran his hands over her perfectly-formed butt. "Such a good maid."
SMACK!
Sadayo kept from crying out when her master's hand suddenly came down hard on her left ass-cheek. Rather than pain, she felt only an intoxicating sense of pleasure that quickly spread from her bottom to the rest of her body.
She did cry out when Akira forced his member back inside of her, that feeling was too much for her to keep quiet about. Matter of fact, after that point, silence became a distant concept. Akira's thrusts in and out of her came fast and heavy, like a piston that had been sent into overtime. Sadayo welcomed the feeling even as she felt her breasts shake back and forth; no, not just her breasts, her whole body. It rocked again and again courtesy of the cock pumping in and out of her vagina, and the sweat-covered masculine body that it was attached to. The sound of flesh slapping against flash filled the bedroom for the third and final time as its occupants put all they had into their final bout.
"You're as…tight as ever." Whispered the gray-eyed teen with a dark grin on his handsome face.
Through the raw bliss eating away at her, Sadayo found the strength to turn her head around. Sinful was the only word that could describe the way she looked at him. "And you're just as hard as ever, Master. Use that hardness to fuck me the way you've longed to!"
His grip on her hips tightened, and his thrusts grew all the stronger and faster. It was to the point where Sadayo felt someone had inserted a jackhammer into her love canal and turned the machine to its highest setting. Her body began to succumb to the pressure as her face hit the pillow sheets while her hands tightened. The pillows absorbed her primal screams of bliss while the sheets struggled to remain together under the strain of her hands. In some functioning corner of her mind she realized when this was over, they were going to have to be sown back together again; Sadayo considered that time loss acceptable.
But such a thing would never come to pass.
The speed he'd gathered from training and thieving served him well in moving his hands. Sadayo felt like she'd been ducked into a pool of water then pulled out, all in the span of a second. Her breasts were no longer simply wailing in the air, they were being palmed by a familiar set of hands. With a face redder than a tomato, she craned her head to find her master and lover waiting, his breaths coming out in quick bursts like hers. Their souls burning as their bodies were, they smashed their lips together in a sloppy embrace. Together, they walked the road toward heaven, their every step bringing them closer and closer to the sought-after destination.
"M-Master!"
"Sadayo!"
"MASTER!"
"SADAYO!"
They reached out their arms, and together they grasped the star that was sweet release. Cradling it in their arms, they let its warmth envelop them like a cocoon. Within the warm embrace, they held one another, letting the heat and love transfer from one body to the other. Nothing else in the world could compare to what they were feeling at the moment, this was their apple of Eden, and they would enjoy the fruits for all they were worth.
Minutes passed like seconds with neither breaking the embrace, their bodies seemingly frozen in the mood. Akira's cock twitched in the completely soaked pussy of his lover. He was well aware their combined release was dripping down from Sadayo's legs onto the sheets. At the thought, at the sound, he massaged her boobs again while deepening the kiss. His reward was her lower lips squeezing his member in gratitude before finally pulling back. Sadayo herself broke free of the kiss to lay her head back against his chest. Tears of joy glistened in her eyes as she stared at the man who'd changed her entire world. Similarly, Akira stared in amazement at the woman who'd become his reason for living. His hands drifted from her boobs down to her stomach, where her own palms met his.
Whatever Sadayo tried to say, he couldn't hear it. Briefly, he reconnected their lips before taking control. Their sides hit the mattress where they allowed exhaustion to run its course. Once they had the strength to, they moved onto their backs, or Akira did and allowed Sadayo to take up residence atop his chest. He never seemed to mind letting her rest atop his body, in fact, he seemed to enjoy it from time to time.
"I don't know where I'd be without you." The law student finally spoke.
"Actually, that's my line. In a way, I feel like I'm giving back all that you gave me." Laughed the brunette before shutting her eyes to listen to her love's steady heartbeat. God, I missed having him like this. "So, what did you think of the old uniform? Still fits, doesn't it?"
"Yeah, it does." A nervous chuckle slipped through his lips while he ran his fingers through her hair. "Sadayo, I-"
"Have nothing to feel ashamed about." In spite of the recent activities, the teacher found the strength to rise up so she was straddling Akira's waist. With the sweat layering her body giving it a somewhat surreal shine, the teen almost felt the urge to take her again overwhelm him. Since freeing her from the yoke of her tormentors she'd begun to wear a smile brimming with confidence. Her co-workers had commented on it as had her students. To Akira, it was a heavenly ray he vowed to safeguard. "Do you know why I kept that old outfit in spite of all the memories associated with it? Because I wanted to use it to help you, Akira." Giggling, she rubbed her hips against his, which had an immediate side effect on his body. "When I wore that outfit, I was pretty much a call-girl, or a step away from becoming one. Then you came along and I…I became something different, no, I regained something I'd lost. In a way…I'm glad I became a maid because it led me to you."
"It's kind of funny when you think about it though," he smiled before sitting upright. "It's just…I don't want you trudging up unpleasant memories because of me."
"Who said they're all unpleasant? Thanks to you, I found out an attic can be a happy place." Looping both arms around his neck, she leaned her forehead against his. Akira's arms tightened around her waist, a cool smile on his lips. "Before, when I put this outfit on, I was something pretty despicable, but thanks to you, not anymore. Now, when I put it on I'm just a woman having kinky sex with her boyfriend. There's nothing wrong with that, is there?"
There was a brief laugh that was followed up but a short but tender kiss. "No, there isn't. I'm really-" Of all the times for his stomach to blindside, it had to be now. That said, he supposed this was karma for all the times he'd teased his brown-haired lover.
Said lover didn't let the moment go to waste. "Really hungry? Well, we've got a fully stocked kitchen, so let's make use of it. The night's still not over yet, and I did make you a promise."
Laughing, the pair rose, sharing another brief kiss before searching for their clothing. Or at the very least their respective underwear. The night indeed wasn't over yet, and Akira still had some stress he planned on working off. Sadayo could hardly wait.
And there it is. The maid sex that I'm ninety-percent sure has been fantasized about since day one. Hopefully I added a bit of emotion into it since at this point Akira and Sadayo are pretty much in a committed relationship.