3 Sam Manson

She's already halfway down the stairs when her mother's voice drifts up.

"Samantha! Your… friend is here!"

She groans a little, even as she hurries herself along. There, in the foyer of the Manson Mansion is Danny Fenton, a smile on his face. On the other hand, Pam Manson, Sam's mother, is frowning slightly with her arms crossed over her chest. But then, neither of Sam's parents had ever gotten along with the Fentons. Sam's friendship with Danny was seen as another part of her nonconformity, and often handled with the same amount of disdain that the rest of her attempts at expressing herself were.

"Mother. You know Danny is my boyfriend."

Sam gives her mother a pointed look as she says this, before going to Danny with a smile on her face.

"Good to see you, Danny."

Pam Manson just lets out a hmph sound, turning away as Danny gives Sam a grin and leans in for a chaste kiss on the cheek. Of course, he also reaches around and gives Sam a pinch on her ass, leading the gothic girl to yelp a little, attracting the attention of her mother back to them. But by the time Pam is looking back at them both, Danny's hand has left Sam's ass and they're as innocent as can be as she stares at them searchingly.

"… Right, l-let's head up to my room to study Danny."

And like that, she gets them out of there. Pam watches them go, but doesn't follow, even as Sam leads Danny by the hand into her room, shutting and thankfully locking the door behind her. Only once she's done so does she give a sigh of relief and look to her boyfriend. Their relationship was something of a new thing, but Sam couldn't deny that she was happy with it. Although… there was that one thing.

STILL. She'd always had a crush on Danny, and she was the only girl in the know as it were, making it absolutely perfect for her to date him. Both because she liked him a lot, and because he deserved a reward. After all, he was Phantom, the Savior of Amity Park. It was the duty of Amity Park's residents to serve Phantom in any way that they could. Sam could just serve him better than most because she knew about his secret identity.

"Don't you think you're wearing a lot of clothes, Sammy?"

Danny's voice is casual as it drifts over to her, but Sam blushes all the same at the insinuation. She also doesn't waste any time in reaching down and grabbing the bottom of her shirt though. Pulling it over her head is the work of moments and getting rid of her skirt is pretty fast as well. Then, she's just standing there before Danny in a matching black bra and panty set, fidgeting a little as he smiles appreciatively at her appearance.

"You look as beautiful as ever, Sam. Come over here."

She does as she's told, happy to do it if it'll make Danny happy. If it'll make Phantom happy. After all, he might be in his human form right now, but he's still the Savior of Amity Park. It's her duty, her responsibility to satisfy her best friend however she can. And maybe it's also what she wants to do, given how long she's harbored a secret crush on Danny Fenton.

Their relationship might not have taken this sort of path under other circumstances. Perhaps if Danny had never become Phantom, if he'd never become half-ghost, then they would have eventually had a more… equitable relationship. But Sam can't bring herself to mind all that much. In the end, what really bothers her is… the other thing.

"Heh, your mom doesn't like me very much. But then I already knew that, didn't I?"

Sam bites her lower lip as Danny takes her half-naked body in his arms. He hugs her close and sways her back and forth in some sort of mockery of a slow dance for a few moments. She rests her palms against his chest as he does so, leaning her head on her shoulder and looking up at him as he speaks to her, as he tells her his thoughts, his feelings, his desires.

She wants it all. She wants to be a part of his life for the rest of HER life, and she wants to be whatever he needs her to be. Luckily, so far, that hasn't meant changing much of what makes her who she is. While Sam would have given up a lot of what made her… her, she would have done it reluctantly. Maybe Danny knew that. Or maybe he just liked his goth-punk girlfriend for who she was. That thought always took a little sting out of the other fact of Danny's new existence.

"Maybe I should let her know who I am. Think she'd be a bit more respectful to the Phantom?"

And there it was. Sam's breath hitches as Danny all but says it. But then, he's never tried to hide it. The fact that he's essentially been cheating on her from day one of their relationship is something Sam knows intellectually, but it's not exactly something she likes being confronted with. And the idea that he might reveal himself to her mom… there's only one reason for the Phantom to visit Pam Manson. Sex.

Sam shudders and then offers Danny a slightly insecure smile.

"You don't need her, Danny. You have me. And I… I can do whatever you need me to do."

Trailing her hands down off of his chest, Sam comes to the belt holding up Danny's jeans. She continues to smile at him as she unbuckles his belt, undoes his button, and pulls down the zipper on his jean. He stares back at her, watching her in silence all while she draws out his cock and begins to stroke it up and down with both hands.

"Can you, Sam?"

Finally he speaks, even as she's growing his already half-hard cock to full mast with her technique. She was a virgin when Danny first decided they were going to date. But she's getting better now, more experienced. She's beginning to understand what Danny likes. That's why she sinks down to her knees, still staring up at him as she brings herself level with his cock and opens her mouth wide.

"Of course, Danny… let me show you."

Only then does she take him past her painted-black lips, her gothic lipstick smearing across his shaft as she starts to suck his cock. Bobbing up and down his dick, she stares up into his eyes all the while, never once breaking eye-contact, never once averting her gaze. Danny continues to watch her, seemingly unaffected by her efforts, even as she gives it her all.

"You're not half-bad Sam… but you're not the best I can get."

The words strike at her very heart, and Sam has to hold back tears. Danny smiles then, and it's not a kind smile as he reaches down and slides his fingers through his girlfriend's hair.

"But you are still mine, aren't you? The only woman in Amity Park who knows me, the real me. For now, anyways. What if tomorrow, I announced to everyone who I was? What if I went public with my identity? What claim to me would you have then?"

Sam shudders, but she knows that he's not expecting a response. Not with his thick, meaty cock lodged in her mouth as it currently is. So instead she settles for sliding her tongue back and forth along the underside of his length quite purposely. Trying to show Danny, to show Phantom… that no matter what happens, he'll always have her. Her gratitude, her reverence, her awe… and her loyalty. She's his, regardless of what might have been. She's his for as long as he wants her.

Danny smiles at that, his fingers massaging her scalp as she continues to bob up and down on his hard dick of her own free will.

"That's a good girl. My darling girlfriend… mm, why don't you go and get on the bed. On all fours this time, I think."

She slides his cock out of her mouth with a pop and does as she's told. She's still wearing her bra and her panties, but if he wanted them off, he would have told her to take them off already. So, with them still covering her sopping wet cunt and her hardened nipples, Sam crawls onto her own bed on her hands and knees, looking back at Danny over her shoulder once she's in position.

He watches her for a moment, stroking his cock and staring at her body. Sam knows she's not as developed as she could be. Sure, she's got tits and she's got hips and she's got an ass, but she's still an awkward teenager at the end of the day. Nothing like her mom, who she now compares herself to in her mind. Pam Manson is… all woman. The beautiful rich socialite is always eager to impress, and that means more than just having the latest fashion or the most expensive things.

Pam keeps herself in shape. Her body is a temple, and she maintains it as such. Sam… Sam does her best, especially now that she's Danny's girlfriend and Phantom's chief plaything, but she's still just a girl at the end of the day. She can never measure up to her mother, and knowing that, she can't help but feel some small level of despair even as Danny slowly approaches the bed as well. He phases briefly, becoming Phantom, and then his clothes fall to the floor behind him as he turns back to black-haired Danny, albeit an extremely naked Danny now.

"You're fretting, Sam. You're worrying about your mother and about me."

Sam shudders as he reads right to the depths of her soul in an instant. She hangs her head in shame, even as Danny crawls aboard and pushes her panties to the side instead of actually removing them. Sometimes he does that, and his cock slides into her just as easily as it has since he took her virginity. Her bra on the other hand is unclasped and pulled away in a second. Danny brings it up to her mouth instead of her chest, and he places the fabric between the two bra cups between her teeth, her mouth opening obediently.

Then, he pulls. He uses her bra like reins as he begins to fuck her like a bitch. He rides her like she's some sort of mare and he's her master, but then she did call him master just a bit ago, didn't she?

"You shouldn't worry, Sam. Despite what I said earlier, you'll always hold a special place in my heart. I love you, Sammy. You're mine… and you'll always be mine."

His words are a stark contrast from his actions. She can't even respond, though she desperately wants to tell him she loves him too. But he's fucking her hard and fast, pounding into her roughly even as he speaks in a remarkably even voice. His cock fills her time and time again, and he drags her head up, forcing her to arch her back as he continues to use her bra like reins all the while.

Still, his words do the trick nonetheless. A surge of happiness, of pleasure and satisfaction rushes through Sam Manson at hearing Danny say he loves her. Even if she's not the only woman he's fucked, even if she's going to be FAR from the last, Sam is still happy with just this much. She's happy because Danny is happy, and so long as he's happy, she feels fulfilled, content, and altogether satisfied.

And she's certainly 'fulfilled' right now. Sam's moans are muffled by her impromptu bra-gag, but her eyes still roll up in her head as she climaxes on Danny's pistoning prick. Her inner walls cling to his member as she bucks her hips back against his thrusting length. She happily pushes towards Danny as he plows her silly, happily gives her all towards his pleasure, knowing that it means her pleasure as well.

When he finally cums inside of her, it's not disappointing or a relief. It's the perfect culmination to this round of intimacy, the perfect finishing moment as she climaxes hard right alongside him, and he in turns fills her with his seed. Only once Danny pulls out of Sam, releasing her bra and letting her fall forward prone onto the bed does the young goth-punk girl feel a bit… empty.

But then, she always does after these moments together. When Danny is done with her for the time being, and she knows he won't fuck her again until he wants to. Times like this are… hard on Sam, but she manages all the same.

"Thanks Sam. That was some good stuff. I'm going to go patrol as Phantom for a couple hours. Be back later."

And then he's gone. No assurances that he'll be back soon, no telling her where he's going. But then, Danny is an independent soul. Phantom even more so. He needed her and Tucker's help more at the beginning, Sam remembers that… but things changed quickly, and Phantom grew into his own until he'd become… well, more than either of them could ever truly help with. But that was good, because Amity Park faced plenty of threats, and as their Savior, Phantom would defeat them all, no matter how difficult the battle.

He would also fuck anyone he found remotely attractive, be they ghost or living. Sam's smile falters a little at that, as she lays there on her bed face down with Danny's cum dripping from her pussy lips, staining both her pushed aside, bunched-up panties, as well as her bed sheets. Danny was probably going out to have some fun as Phantom now. He'd fuck some hottie, plow them senseless just like he'd fucked her.

And there was nothing Sam could do about it. It was his choice… it was his RIGHT, as Savior of Amity Park. She just had to accept that her boyfriend… well, he was larger than life. She had to share him. It was tough, but Sam could do it. Just as long as Danny didn't truly go after her mother. Surely… surely, he'd just been teasing.

Biting her lower lip, Sam turns onto her side and reaches down between her wet, sticky thighs. She begins to touch her freshly-fucked cunt as she pants heavily. Hopefully he'd been teasing… but the mental image of her mother being made to kneel before Phantom as he fucked her face… it brought Sam a perverse, embarrassing sort of pleasure all the same.

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