The Attendants Chapter 23

AN: Hello everyone! I hope you have been enjoying my writing here on Patreon. I just wanted to provide a brief update on the posting schedule. As updated in my about section, I am going to increase my goal from 2+ works per month to 3+ works. You can expect these to come out every 10 days or so. The next upcoming work is a Harry/Ginny one-shot that will release on September 1. 

Thank you for supporting me and I hope you enjoy this chapter. It is a chapter which covers how Megan first became Dean's attendant and what their first time together looked like. The next chapter will return back to a Harry/Tracey/Daphne focus.

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“Now, we will begin to name the pairings,” Lily said as she pulled out a scroll from within her robes. The scroll unfurled before her and she began to read off the names. “Dean Thomas,” she said, addressing the first man in line, “you are assigned attendant Megan Jones.”

Megan Jones, a Hufflepuff in their year, stepped up from her house table and walked up to the front to stand beside Dean. The two students both looked shyly at each other as Lily nodded. The hall was filled with murmurs as the pair walked down to the Gryffindor table together.

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Another year at Hogwarts, another year away from football. It truly the most painful thing for Dean to only get to play and watch football games over the summer break. Occasionally, a few muggleborns would get together to play a match, but those were few and far between and most of them weren’t any good. Still, it was a nice enough reprieve from the seemingly never-ending Quidditch matches that Dean appreciated them nonetheless.

At least this year would be better. 

Dean was getting an attendant.

It had taken months of hard work for him to squeak in to the top twenty students of his year. He had always been around the middle of the pack, but he really made a concerted effort to work hard last year. And it had all paid off!

Seamus grumbled moodily as they waited in the Great Hall. The Irishman hadn’t made the top twenty students in their year, not that he had even bothered to really try. He had skived off all of their planned study session, leaving Dean to spend long hours in the library alone.  

As usual, the Great Hall was abuzz with noise as Professor Potter stepped up to the podium. “Can the top twenty sixth-years please make their way up to front of the Hall?”

“Good luck,” Seamus muttered as Dean pushed himself up from the table and made his way to the front.

All twenty students lined up. Dean wasn’t surprised to see Hermione or Harry there, nor Parvati. Naturally, there were eight Ravenclaws in the group. Five Hufflepuffs and three Slytherins rounded out the top spots. 

Professor Potter spouted of her usual speech, listing off the rules and regulations that they had heard several times before. None of the top twenty were paying much attention; there was too much excitement and anxiety for any of them to focus much.

“Now, we will begin to name the pairings,” Professor Potter said as she pulled out a scroll from within her robes. 

Dean took a deep breath as he watched her pull out a crisp, slightly yellowed roll of parchment, bound with a red ribbon. Professor Potter carefully removed the ribbon before unfurling the parchment. She looked up and met Dean’s gaze.

“Dean Thomas,” she began.

It was like time slowed as she said his name. He felt his body tense and lock up, his pulse heighten until he could hear the blood pounding in his ears, and his hands go all clammy.

“You are assigned attendant Megan Jones.”

Everything returned to normal in an instant. Dean heard the cheers and applause coming from all around the room as the first attendant was announced.

He knew Megan, she was a cute Hufflepuff in his year. Short, dark hair with a slim body and a smaller than average chest. But her best feature was her incredible butt that just begged to be squeezed. Dean could remember him and the other Gryffindor boys using any excuse they could to walk behind her up the stairs just so that they could see the lift her butt got with each step up. 

She was his attendant now. His to have sex with almost any time he wanted.

Merlin help him. It all felt so surreal.

The sound of approaching footsteps shook him out of his stupor. Dean whirled around to see Megan walking up to him. She was dressed in her nicest school robes, and he could see that she had just recently gotten her hair trimmed so that it hung just below her jawline. She had a nervous-looking smile on her face, but her beautiful brown eyes were sparkling up at him.

Dean wanted to say something to her as she got close. Even though they were stuck together, he wanted her to like him. What he could say to make himself seem interesting and cool?

He had waited too long. His brain had stalled out and now she was right in front of him. He opened in his mouth in a last ditch attempt, but regretfully turned it into a crooked smile.

Damn it, Dean saw Megan’s smile drop just a fraction of an inch. Seconds in and he had already blown it.

“We should probably go sit down,” Megan murmured over to him.

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Supper had gone by in a flash, and already it was time to retire to their rooms for the night. Dean had barely said a word to Megan over supper, not that she had been much better. Dean couldn’t blame her though, the whole thing was so much more awkward than he had imagined it to be. From what he could see at his spot at the table, Harry, Hermione, and Parvati’s first meetings with their attendants had been just as awkward.

Dean and Megan had split off from the rest of the group on the way up to their rooms. It seemed like everyone else in Gryffindor was up on the seventh floor, but Dean had been assigned a room on the sixth floor. It was far away from the Grand Staircase, about as far as one could get while still being inside the castle. That meant plenty of privacy, or plenty of awkward space all to themselves.

When they finally reached the portrait to their room, Dean felt like he had to say something. “Here we are,” he said, gesturing to the portrait of a sleeping giant laying on his back in a field of peonies. 

Stupid! Why had he said that?”

Megan gave a weak chuckle. “Here we are.”

She stood there expectantly, and Dean realized a second later that he was the only one with password thanks to the scrap of parchment Professor Potter had given him after supper. “New beginnings,” Dean said, reading off the password.

The portrait swung open to reveal a large sitting room. “Oh,” Megan sighed happily as she stepped through the threshold. The room was beautifully furnished with a straw-coloured couch and a couple of armchairs by the fireplace, a wide, circular table with four chairs, and a plush rug beneath it all. The real standout was the view though. They had a beautiful, tall, arched window that nearly ran from floor to ceiling. It overlooked the Black Lake, and several of the window panes could even be pushed open to let some fresh air in.

The last feature of the room were the two wooden doors on the opposite wall of the window. Dean walked over and pushed one open, seeing his new bedroom. 

It had the same style of four-poster bed that he was used to, but it was much larger than the one back in his old dorm. There was a nice desk to work at, a small bookshelf in the corner of the room, and an open doorway leading in to a bathroom. His trunk was already placed at the base of his bed.

“Everything looking alright?”

Megan’s voice made Dean jump. He quickly turned around to see her standing just a few feet away in the doorway to her own bedroom. Attendants were given their own bedrooms, though they could sleep with their masters or mistresses if they wanted to. 

Dean nodded his head. “Yeah. Everything alright for you too?”

“Mm hmm,” Megan hummed as she took a step out of her room.

Dean watched as she slowly meandered her way around the room. Her light skin glowed in the fading sunlight that streamed through the large window. Megan was just moving slowly, twirling around as she inspected every inch of the room. Only, she was doing that until she caught him staring at her. 

Megan gave him a bit of an awkward smile. “Maybe we should sit down and talk about all of this?”

That sounded like the best idea they’d had all night. Dean had been a nervous wreck, so unlike himself. He needed to get things back under control. So, he quickly made his way over to Megan. She had already sat herself down on one side of the couch. For a moment, Dean’s eyes flickered between the other side of the couch and the nearby armchair before finally setting in on the couch. It was time to be confident again.

“So, you’re my attendant then?” Dean figured it was best to jump right in on the topic at hand.

What he didn’t expect was for Megan’s lips to twitch upwards. “Really?” She drawled sarcastically.

Dean wanted to slap himself. This was going worse than expected.

His thoughts must have come across on his face because Megan dropped the sarcasm and inched a little bit closer to him on the couch. “Sorry,” she murmured. “I can be a little sassy when I’m stressed.”

Dean cracked a small smile. “I guess I get a little shy when I’m like that. And of course my brain turns off whenever I’m near a pretty girl.”

Megan lit up at the compliment. Good, Dean thought to himself. Things were getting back on track. 

“This is all a bit mad,” Dean said, gesturing to the room around him. While it definitely wasn’t close to the size of the Gryffindor common room, this sitting room was about the same size as his dorm room. “They pamper us just to get us to have a few kids and try harder at school.”

Megan chuckled a little at that. “I know, but isn’t it so fascinating?” Her eyes lit up as she spoke. “I mean, everyone knows how horny teens and young adults can get. Regulating sex through a program seems like the perfect solution to our low birthrate. Even people who aren’t in the program now get to see sex all around them, and who doesn’t get a little bit turned on from seeing that? I can’t believe the Ministry came up with such an ingenious solution!”

The whole time was speaking, Dean was focused on Megan. Her shyness had all but disappeared as she went on talking about this. She seemed so passionate about it; though, Dean couldn’t tell if it was about the Ministry’s brilliant program or just the sex part of it all. “So you wanted to become an attendant then?” Dean asked, though already having a feeling he knew the answer.

“Of course!” Megan exclaimed. “I mean, the perks are nice and all, and I’ll definitely be needing your help in Transfiguration, but don’t you think that sex is the most important part of it?”

“It is,” Dean answered, though he couldn’t help but blush a little under Megan’s curious gaze. She seemed pleased by his answer. Her rosy red lips parted slightly and Dean started to imagine what they would feel like against his own. 

“I volunteered to be an attendant just for that,” Megan explained. “I knew I’d never reach the top twenty students, not with all the competition to get in to it, so I decided to volunteer instead. Honestly, I was just hoping I didn’t get stuck with someone rotten like Malfoy or Corner.”

“Are you happy being stuck with me?” Dean asked before he could stop himself.

Megan’s eyes flashed again and she got up on her knees and leaned forward on the couch towards him. She had the first few buttons of her shirt undone and he could just barely see her cleavage as she leaned in. “I’m very happy,” Megan said honestly, her tone dropping an octave. “Are you happy with me?”

Who wouldn’t be? Dean could already feel himself starting to harden as Megan moved into his personal space. Her face sat just a few inches away from his, just out of reach for him to lean forward and kiss her. She was watching him, waiting for his answer.

“I don’t think I could’ve gotten anyone better,” Dean answered.

Megan’s face lit up with a bright grin. “It’s my ass, isn’t it? I’ve heard the boys talk about it before.”

Dean opened his mouth to deny it, but then he paused. Why should he deny it? It wasn’t inappropriate to say things like that to Megan, not now that she was his attendant. This was the entire point of the program: to have sex. If he couldn’t even talk about it with Megan, then how would they ever do the deed? There was no way that Dean was going to miss out on that, not after what he’d gone through to get here.

So, Dean leaned forward towards Megan and, with lightning-fast movement, reached around behind her and gave her ass a squeeze.

It seemed like that was the correct response since Megan lunged at him.

Dean fell backwards, completely unprepared as Megan pounced on top of him. He was about to push her off when, suddenly, her mouth was on his.

Fuck, she tasted sweet.

Megan’s rosy-red lips interlocked with Dean’s as she kissed him deeply. She didn’t seem to be one to take things slow as she quickly forced her tongue into his mouth. Dean did his best to keep up and respond in kind, but Megan was going wild. It seemed like she knew what she wanted and she was going to get it. Dean knew that he was supposed to be the master and she was supposed to be the attendant, but he couldn’t bring himself to care about all of that in this moment.

Dean brought his other hand around so that he could have one hand on each of Megan’s ass cheeks. Her flesh was supple and divine underneath his fingertips. The more he toyed around with her, the more she ground her pelvis down against him. 

Dean’s cock was starting to get uncomfortable in his pants, so he had to buck up against Megan to shift it into a more comfortable position. The relief was immediate, but a new problem came as Megan’s crotch settled right against his cock. His whole body stilled under the sudden jolt of pleasure he got as Megan ground her tights-covered pussy against him.

Megan giggled into the kiss when Dean let out a deep growl. She pulled back enough just to be able to look down at him. “Sorry, got a bit carried away there,” she sheepishly smiled. “I’ve been dreaming about this for a while now and I got a bit ahead of myself.”

“You won’t hear me complaining about that if this is what you’re going to do to me,” Dean said back.

Megan shook her head and leaned in close again, only this time she moved towards his ear until her lips brushed up against it. “You know,” she whispered, her warm breath sending a pleasant chill down Dean’s spine, “I’m usually much more submissive than this. I’ve spent a lot of nights touching myself to the thought about what my master would order me to do to him.”  

Dean’s eyes widened slightly as Megan slowly pulled back, watching his reaction. His hands stilled their movements on her ass. “So, if I told you to stand up right now-”

Before he could even finish, Megan was already moving. The warm pressure of her crotch left him as she pushed herself up and then stood up on the floor beside the couch. As Dean sat up, Megan turned back around to face him with her hands at her side, waiting for orders.

Dean could make her do anything. Well, anything she agreed to at least, but given what he’d heard from her so far tonight, he didn’t think that there was much she wouldn’t be interested in doing. His mind went wild with the possibilities, but he could think on those more later. Right now, there was a real-life woman standing right in front of him, not some silly fantasy.

“Take your robes off,” Dean ordered Megan.

She looked down at her clothes and then back up at him, batting her eyelashes as she did so. “Just the robes, Master?”

Dean wanted to get up and take her right then after she called him Master, but he wanted to be patient. He wanted to see just how far she’d go with this. “Yes, just the robes for now. Leave the rest on.”

“As you command,” Megan replied dutifully. She brought her hands up to the small clasp that held her outer robes in place and detached it before tugging the bulky material off of her shoulders. She let her robes pool on the ground at her feet before she kicked them away towards the corner of the room. 

Now, Megan simply stood in her white button-up shirt, yellow Hufflepuff tie, black skirt, and black tights. Dean took a minute to stare unabashedly at her, taking in the sight of the shape of her body. 

“Your shirt and tie now,” Dean said after a moment.

“Yes, Master,” Megan replied as her fingers rose up to make fast work of her shirt’s buttons.

“Slower,” Dean said after Megan had already made it through half of the buttons.

She wanted to say something then, but she held her tongue and simply nodded as she continued undoing her buttons. She moved more slowly now, taking her time as she carefully pulled each button back through the hole it had been fitted through.

It was incredibly erotic to see her getting undressed like this. As her shirt fluttered as she unbuttoned it, Dean was given glimpses of her creamy skin underneath. He could see the small valley in between her breasts and the black bra that covered them from sight. He wanted to get up and taste them right now, but he was too excited about what he could get Megan to do next.

After a moment, Megan finished with the buttons and then slowly loosened her tie around her neck. She lifted the tie off and threw it aside before letting her shirt slide down her arms and onto the floor.

“Gorgeous,” Dean muttered under his breath. Megan evidently heard him as she blushed lightly but still stood proudly in front of him. Her breasts were smaller than average, as he had gleaned before hand, but they looked to be enough to hold in his hand. He wondered what they’d look like when they were bare and she was bouncing on top of him.

The struggle to take this slowly was getting more challenging by the moment. “Your skirt and tights now,” Dean said quickly, noticing how his voice was deepening of its own accord.

Megan seemed to be getting tired of taking things slow too as she wasted no time in divesting herself of her skirt and tights. With one smooth motion, Megan yanked them both down her legs, leaving her in a matching set of black panties. 

“Turn around,” Dean ordered Megan breathlessly.

With a big grin, Megan spun around, already knowing what he wanted to see.

Megan’s ass was perfect, Dean decided. As she came to a halt, her plump behind jiggled slightly. It had a beautiful curve to it and it stuck out nicely. Each cheek was perfectly round, smooth, and slightly reddened where Dean had been grabbing them earlier.

Merlin, he couldn’t wait any longer.

“Crawl over here and suck me off,” Dean ordered, finally giving in to what he had been waiting for.

Megan dropped to her hands and knees in an instant, giving Dean a preview as to what she would look like bent over in front of him before she turned around and started to crawl towards her. She moved slow, letting her hips sway as she went, and her eyes seemed completely focused on the bulge in his trousers.

Just before she got to him, Dean raised his hips off the couch, quickly undid his belt, and yanked down his trousers and pants. His thick, black cock smacked against his belly as it escaped the confines of his waistband.

Megan’s eyes widened at the sight of it. “Oh my . . .” she said under her breath.

Dean’s eyes never left Megan’s form as she settled in between his thighs, running her hands up them until they reached his waist. She was staring down at his cock with a look of deep anticipation and excitement.

As she started to move her head forward, her big brown eyes looked up to Dean’s. Their eyes were locked on each other as she opened her mouth and took the head of his cock inside of it.

Dean couldn’t maintain eye contact, not with the amount of pleasure that suddenly just shot through him. He tensed up and closed his eyes as he felt her lips sealed around his shaft and her tongue press flat against the head of his cock. Then, he felt a bunch of warm saliva start to coat his cock.

It was absolutely heavenly.

Dean was no stranger to the fairer sex. Sure, he may not have had that much experience before, but he’d slept with his muggle neighbour earlier this summer, so that counted for something at least. But his previous experience was nothing like this.

Megan was practically slobbering over his cock as she spread her saliva down his shaft with her fist. She was breathing deep through her nose, only releasing her lips’ suction on the head of his cock whenever she wanted to add more spit to the shaft. She clearly enjoyed her work, humming as she lathered his cock with her tongue. And all the while her beautiful brown eyes kept looking up at him for approval. 

“Amazing.”

“Wonderful.”

“Beautiful.”

It was so hard to speak with Megan sucking his cock, but every time she looked up to him, he made sure to tell her how perfect she was. In response, she’d curl her tongue around the head of his cock, lightly teasing his frenulum as she went. Her hand pumped the base of his shaft slowly, and it was clear that she was just getting started.

Megan took another inch of his cock into her mouth and sucked on him greedily, eager to make him cum in her mouth. Her bra-clad breasts pressed up against his legs. Merlin, how did she know how to touch him just the right way?

After a few moments, Megan pulled back teasingly. Her gaze met his as she swirled the tip of her tongue around the head of his cock, just barely touching him. Her lips were puckered and her cheeks slightly reddened. He wanted to order her to put his cock in her mouth, but instead decided to take the reprieve. He didn’t want to finish too soon.

Just when Dean was finally starting to get himself back under control, he saw that damned sparkle in Megan’s eyes.

Without warning, Megan let go of his shaft with her hand and shoved her mouth forward.

Dean felt his eyes bug-out as Megan engulfed his entire cock in a single, smooth motion. She went all the way down until her nose was pressed against his pubic bone. She rubbed her face against him then, shaking up his cock around inside of her throat.

“Fuck!” Dean cried out. It felt incredible.

Megan held herself down like that for a moment before she came back up, coughing and spluttering a little bit, but that only added to the eroticism for Dean. She came off of his cock for a second just to give him a cocky grin. “Like that did ya?”

Dean simply laughed. “Of course I loved it!”

Megan’s smile grew even more as she brought her face back to his cock, but, instead of putting it back into her mouth, she simply nuzzled her face against it. 

Dean couldn’t believe his luck. He had gotten the perfect attendant: a natural beauty who loved sex and seemed to be willing to do anything. Seeing his cock laying across her face from chin to brow was just the cherry on top.

“You know,” Megan began, letting her tongue gently prod and run up Dean’s cock, “if you want more of that, you just need to order me to do it, Master.”

Dean wanted nothing more . . . well, technically that wasn’t true, but the sentiment was. It 

would have to wait for another time though. He didn’t know how long he’d be able to hang on at this rate, and there was more for them to get on to first.

“Not right now,” Dean said as he stood up, forcing Megan to scoot back on the floor. “Stand up,” he ordered as he started shedding his shirt so that he was completely naked.

Megan popped up to her feet immediately and presented herself for inspection. Dean ran his hand up her arm until it came to the bra-strap on her shoulder. He slipped a finger underneath it, relishing in the feeling of Megan’s soft flesh beneath him, and slowly dragged his finger down her back. He had to step a bit closer to reach behind her to take off her bra, making his cock press against her flat belly. Without prompting, Megan took a step closer, trapping his cock in between their bodies.

Face to face now, Dean and Megan stared into each others’ eyes as Dean unclasped her bra. Megan quickly divested herself of the material before taking a step back. Her breasts were amazing: perky and topped with beautiful, small, brown nipples. 

“And the rest now,” Dean prodded.

“Of course, Master,” Megan replied. She reached down and hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her panties before pushing them down her legs.

As Megan stood back up to her full height, the two of them took in each others’ fully nude bodies for the first time. Dean knew that he couldn’t have gotten luckier, and, based on the looks she was throwing his way, Megan was just impressed with him.

Once her eyes had given his body a thorough inspection, Megan looked back up at him. “How do you want me, Master?”

Dean’s mouth dried out as he imagined just how many ways he could have her. But there was one idea that stood out among all the rest.

“On your hands and knees,” Dean commanded.

Megan knew exactly what he wanted. She spun around and dropped to her hands and knees on the cool stone floor. Her perfect ass sat right there for him, and her cheeks spread apart just enough that he could see both her beautiful pink pussy and her winking asshole. 

“Well?” Megan prompted, wiggling her ass back and forth. “What are you waiting for? I want to feel that cock stretching me open.”

Dean wanted to laugh. The perfect nympho, all to himself.

Taking the cue for what it was, Dean practically lunged forward at Megan. She giggled as his hips collided with her ass. His cock stuck up towards the ceiling and got trapped in between her two beautiful, pillow cheeks. He immediately grabbed one in each hand and gave her a hard squeeze. Megan didn’t seem to mind the roughness of it at all, in fact, she seemed to like it as she squealed in delight and pushed herself back against him.

As wonderful as it was to be pressed up against her like this, Dean wanted to actually get inside of her. All former shyness gone, Dean grabbed the base of his cock and angled it so that he was prodding her sopping wet entrance. He waved his cock around it, letting Megan’s wet juices coat the head of his cock, before pushing inside.

Dean’s eyes nearly bulged out at the sheer tightness of Megan’s aching pussy around the head of his cock. He was barely inside of her and he knew it was going to be a struggle to fit more in. Megan let out a low groan, sinking down onto her forearms so that she could rest her head while her ass was in the air. “You’re so tight,” Dean growled.

“Yeah,” Megan moaned loudly. “And now you can fix that. Keep pushing it in, I can take it.”

So, Dean did just that. Even with her enthusiasm, it was slow going for the first minute. Dean pressed his hips forward, letting his cock probe another inch inside of Megan’s pussy, before he would pull back a little so that her natural lubrication could spread around his cock. Each time he did that, Megan would let out a little whine, but it would inevitably turn back into a sound of pleasure when he started pushing back in again.

Eventually, Megan’s needy pussy relented and Dean was able to slide all the way inside of her. His cock bottomed out with a satisfying prod against her cervix. Dean paused at that, not sure as to what Megan’s reaction would be considering how sensitive some women could be when someone was that deep inside of him, but, much to his relief, Megan didn’t seem bothered in the slightest.

“Fuck me,” Megan groaned. Her hot pussy pulsed around Dean’s cock, and the sudden burst of tightness made him involuntarily thrust his hips forward. Megan’s ass squished against his hips.

Grabbing onto her hips, Dean started to fuck Megan. He guided his cock back and forth inside of her pussy, losing his mind at how his cock ached with pleasure as he moved around inside of Megan’s hot hole. Though it was still incredibly tight, Dean found that he was able to saw back and forth quickly. He thrust hard into her, loving the dominant feeling he had coursing through him.

“Is that all you’ve got?” Megan panted.

Dean blinked. He thought he had been doing well so far . . . but then he spotted the playful and challenging look in Megan’s eyes and he knew that she was just egging him on. Still, he resolved to show her just how good he could give it. 

Without a word of warning, Dean started fucking Megan hard. His grip on her hips tightened as he started really railing her with powerful, quick thrusts that sent her moaning over and over again. Her pussy made delicious noises as his cock plunged in and out of her depths.

“Is this what you wanted?” Dean asked her as he slapped her ass. Megan cooed at the strike and her pussy squeezed itself around his cock.

“Yes,” Megan moaned breathlessly. “Yes, yes, yes! This is exactly what I wanted.” Her voice was flickering with each thrust Dean made inside of her. 

Dean grinned to himself. His hard work last year had most definitely paid off.

As Dean’s powerful thrusts continued, he felt Megan sagging forward under the incursion. She slide down until her breasts were pressed up against the floor and her arms were stretched out above her head. But still, she kept her ass up for Dean to continue to pound in to.

Megan’s walls pulsed around Dean’s cock at faster and faster intervals as he kept on fucking her. The visceral feeling of his balls smacking against her clit kept amplifying it, and leaving Megan a moaning mess on the floor.

It was getting harder and harder for Dean to control himself. His legs were feeling weak under the onslaught of pleasure from Megan’s pussy. 

Feeling tired, Dean slowed his thrusting and came to a stop inside of Megan. She whined and tried to push back against him to get him to start back up, but Dean held firm. “I want you to ride my cock,” he told her.

“Yes, Master,” Megan moaned as she started to move forward tantalizingly slowly. Megan’s lips gripped Dean’s shaft tightly as she moved away from him, but they slowly revealed his slick shaft. Finally, Dean’s cock flopped upwards out of her pussy. “Go and lie down,” Megan prompted Dean.

Dean rushed over to the couch and stretched out across it, resting his head back against the arm rest. Megan was close behind as she leapt on top of his lap, running her sopping wet pussy up his cock.

With his hands behind his head, Dean was excited to watch Megan put on a show for him. He wanted to see what she would do. The simple visual delight of her naked body was enough to keep his mind busy as Megan got settled and positioned on top of him.

Resting on her legs, Megan straddled Dean’s lap as she grabbed his cock in her hand. Looking down, she gently raised her hips just enough so that she could raise his cock so that it was right back at her entrance.

This time, they didn’t need to take it slow. Even though Megan was still impossibly tight, gravity won out as Megan dropped her entire weight onto Dean’s lap. His cock shot up inside of her until he was completely engulfed in the pleasure of her pussy.

“Fuck,” Megan hissed in pleasure. She ground her crotch against his, swirling his cock around inside of her. “You feel so good. Your cock is so fucking big,” she groaned.

Dean would be lying if he said the ego boost didn’t help. He knew he was well-endowed, but actually hearing it from your partner was another thing entirely. “It’s all for you,” he told Megan, “for as long as your mine.”

The possessiveness seemed to light a fire under Megan as she looked up to meet Dean’s gaze. The hungry look on her face told him that he had said just the right thing. “Well, then I’d better show you what your attendant can do,” Megan cooed as she slowly started to raise her hips.

It was heavenly having a beautiful girl like Megan riding his cock. Dean watched as she slowly got acclimated to the riding motions as her pussy glided up and down his cock. Her smooth but slow motions sent up constant sparks of pleasure in Dean’s cock. The entrance to her pussy was slightly tighter than the rest of her, and every time she reached the base of his shaft and started to climb upwards again, it felt like she was trying to milk his cum out of him.

Megan flipped her bangs away from her eyes and planted her hands on either side of Dean’s torso as she started to pick up the pace. Her small breasts bounced merrily as her hips moved up and down. Her pussy made the slightest squelching sound each time she dropped back down onto his cock.

As wonderful as it was to be able to lie back and just experience pleasure, Dean knew that he wanted his hands on something. So, naturally, he gravitated to his favourite part of Megan.

Megan let out a little squeal of pleasure as Dean’s hands roughly grabbed her ass cheeks, squeezing and molding the flesh in between his fingers. “You like my ass?” Megan moaned as she bounced off of his lap.

“Very much,” Dean groaned. Megan’s movements were becoming stronger and more confident. She was able to glide all the way up and down his cock in one smooth motion over and over again. Between that and the sheer tightness, warmth, and slickness of her pussy, Dean’s mind was starting to go blank under all of the delightful sensations.

Megan giggled at the sounds leaving Dean’s mouth. “Good, I’d hate for you to be disappointed in me.”

“No one could ever be disappointed in you if you rode their cocks like this,” Dean groaned again. Fuck, she just felt so good around him.

Once again, Megan’s pussy was pulsing around his cock. It kept tightening even more than it already was before loosening back up for just a moment, and then the cycle was repeated over and over again. It was happening in shorter and shorter intervals though, and Dean could feel himself starting to reach the edge.

“Oh Merlin,” Megan moaned. Her hands left the couch to instead plant themselves on Dean’s chest. Her back was arching more now, sticking out her breasts towards Dean’s face. “I’m close.”

“I’m right there with you,” Dean grunted, slapping Megan’s ass again. “Go on, make your master cum in you.”

“Yes, Master!” Megan cried out.

With her hips rapidly bouncing up and down, Megan’s pussy stroked Dean’s cock to the brink of completion. Just before he could cum though, Megan reached her point of no return first.

“Fuck!” Megan screamed as she slammed her hips down, taking every inch of Dean’s cock inside of her. Her pussy spasmed around his cock, and that set Dean off too.

With a low growl leaving his throat, Dean’s own orgasm hit. He felt his first spurt of cum rise up inside of himself before it fired out inside of Megan’s pussy, coating her insides. As Megan’s pussy convulsed, it helped to push the cum out of Dean’s cock and into Megan. 

Together, Dean and Megan rode their waves of pleasure until they were both spent.

With everything coming to a satisfying close, Dean let all of the tension leave his body as he sank down onto the couch. “That was incredible,” he told Megan as she wiggled on top of him. His cock was still inside her, and he could feel their combined juices starting to drip out around his cock, but neither of them seemed to be in much of a hurry to do anything about it.

“It was,” Megan sighed happily. She lowered her body onto his, resting her head in the crook of his neck. Feeling suddenly protective, Dean wrapped his arms around Megan’s back, holding her tight against him. “You treated me just how I wanted, Master.”

Dean chuckled at the name. “You know, you don’t have to call me that all the time.”

He could feel Megan smile against his neck. “No? I kind of like it.”

The tingle that ran through Dean’s spine told him that he liked it too. “I never expected you to be so kinky,” he told her honestly.

Megan just shrugged her shoulders against him. “It’s just who I am.”

“Well, I like it,” Dean smiled.

Megan snorted in amusement. “Good. You’re kind of stuck with me.”

The two of them rested together for several more moments, relishing in the skin-to-skin contact they had, before Megan spoke up again.

“So, wanna be the first ones in our year to fuck in class?”