She unhooked the front-closure of the top and let the cups fall away, palming her big tits and mashing them together briefly while I settled between her thighs. The green-haired girl stared at me in eager anticipation while I blew a cool stream of air across her protruding clitoris. And then I leaned forward slowly, inexorably, admiring her pretty pink pussy with puffy lips already flowering open in obvious arousal, the tattoo of paired red cherries within her bikini area calling to me.

I apparently leaned in too slowly, because Holly suddenly reached forward to grab the back of my head and yanked it forward, not letting up the pressure until I wrapped my Lips around her clit and started hoovering.

Holly didn't really say anything coherent for the next fifteen minutes.

I played my Personal Slut Like my personal instrument, making her scream and screech exactly when and exactly how I wanted. I was familiar with eating all the girls, but Holly in particular was really easy to please despite my comparative lack of practice with her.

Everything I did set her off, and she thrashed around so much I finally had to pry her hands off my head lest she tear out my hair.

She came twice, and I built her up to a third but didn't set her off. I nibbled her clit and banged two fingers in and out of her juicing pussy, right up until her abs clenched in rolling shudders I recognized as pre-shocks to the “big one". But just before she got there, I pulled my lips off her little eraser nub and started kissing that cherry tattoo instead, just because. And while she whimpered and moaned at the edge of orgasm, I swiftly crawled up her naked body, notched my throbbing cockhead into her folds, and smoothly slid in like her pussy was made of butter.

“Ohhh... gaaaaawwwwwwdddd..." the green-haired beauty moaned as she felt herself suddenly filled with cock. Her mouth flapped a few times like a gaping fish as her chin elevated to the ceiling. At full depth,

I circled my pelvis counterclockwise, really bearing down on her, and she abruptly shuddered and came.

“Fuck-FUCK!" Holly exclaimed at first, but beyond that her jaw kept flapping noiselessly as her body quaked beneath me. She writhed and juddered for about a minute, during which time I kept grinding down on her clit. But then she finally went still beneath me, and I brushed back sweaty green bangs away from her forehead before dipping down to gently kiss her.

“Mmm... thank you, Matty," Holly moaned blissfully, still floating away on Cloud Nine.

I had been carrying a suspicion this afternoon, and her use of my name sealed it for me. Despite her greeting me as "Master" at the door, this was not a day for treating her Like my personal slut. And I responded in kind, giving her another tender kiss and murmuring, “You're beautiful, Holly."

She seemed surprised by my use of her name, and blinked at me curiously for a moment. I continued caressing her hair and tracing her cheek with my fingers, at least until she cinched her arms around my neck and started passionately Frenching me instead.

The next ten minutes can only be described as “lovemaking”. To be sure,

I wasn't in Love with her, nor did I even particularly “love her in the way I knew I Loved the original BTC six. I felt quite affectionate towards Holly, and of course I Lusted for Personal Slut, but we'd never developed the kind of bond I had with the others: simple as that.

Still, Holly and I made love this afternoon. I never growled nasty things about stretching her slutty cunt. She never referred to herself as my cum dumpster. We remained joined together missionary-style, more sinuous writhing in harmony than me just bending her over and having my way with her. She came once more, a quiet orgasm all things considered.

And after her peak passed, she held my face in her hands and cooed rather cutely her desire for me to fill her up. And after speeding up a bit down the final stretch to get that heavenly sensation, I slammed forward one final time and gave her what she asked for: my hot cum splashing so intimately deep inside her.

In the end, my eyes were closed as I slumped down against Holly's chest. She cuddled me close, slowly nibbling on my neck. And when I finally found enough strength in my limbs to get my elbows beneath me and hoist the bulk of my weight off her chest, I stared down at the beautiful young woman who had been my first oral experiences (in both directions), marveling at how far we'd come.

“That was nice," she sighed happily.

“Thank you, Matty."

I smiled warmly in response.

“I'm sorry it's not like that more often.”

She shook her head.

“Don't apologize. Personal Slut happens to really like it when Master just bends her over and uses her."

“But not always. Not today.”

She blinked and took a deep breath. Furrowing her eyebrows, Holly looked rather uncertain of herself. But rather than press her, I simply waited her out, returning to stroking her cheek and brushing back her hair with my fingers.