Fondling her breasts was very comforting and quite addictive too, but it was time to let go of them. I set my mind on exploring her unconscious body, and that’s what I’m going to do.
First, I needed to find out whether she won’t wake up for real. “The fastest way to test it is…” I wondered while sliding my hands under her armpits, then stood up with her. Our height difference was big enough so that her feet were freely hanging a few inches above the ground.
Before I figured out the solution to my problem, I noticed something. The angel’s body was surprisingly light. I knew she was a petite girl, and her eyes were closer to my crotch than my head, but her weight still didn’t match that.
If I were to lower my grasp, maybe placing my fingers under her oversized breasts, then I could use her as a meat hole made for me to use. The thought of doing it seemed appealing, but I imagine she wouldn’t be happy to find herself being harshly fucked mid-air after waking up. Specifically, since I was her “slave.”
I pushed my boner in between her soft thighs and rubbed myself using them and her pussy for a bit, just to try. I moved my hips back and forth, doing the same with her body. While it was pleasurable, and I had enjoyed how her limbs and brests were dragging behind, I needed to move on. I didn’t know how much time I had after all.
I walked up to the place that looked just like a bed and lay her down there. I noticed that even though I had planned on pleasuring only myself, my cock had become wet in the process. She wetted herself quite often in the past, so I shouldn’t be surprised.
I turned her head on the side and forced her mouth open. Although forced may be saying too much, it didn’t take any force at all. Going back to my question, every human would wake up if their oxygen intake were to be stopped, so that’s a good start.
After blocking her nose, I used the other hand to insert a finger inside her mouth. I didn’t have long fingers, they were quite average, but compared to that angel, it might as well have been a third of her palm too. There was a better way to do it. Just covering her mouth should’ve been enough, but I had a feeling she won’t wake up, and my dick is larger than the finger anyway.
I knew her throat wasn’t a stranger to accepting guests, but I was still surprised at how easy it received my finger. I wiggled it around, which without a doubt should have caused a gag reflex, but it didn’t.
Not only had the angel no air, but I was poking her throat from the inside. She was definitely not waking up from anything I’d do. The only uncertain factor was the time, but I wasn’t going to figure that out anyway. The sense of time here is all over the place. It wasn’t worth stressing about.
I grabbed my cock and poked her cheek with it. Her skin felt as soft as always, but something was exhilarating about the position I was in. I got a little bit carried away and rested my dick on her face, thinking, “look at me, who’s the master now?” even though I didn’t mind our power dynamic. Her breath felt tickling and arousing at the same time.
I grabbed my cock once more and pointed it in her mouth. Inserting only the tip in, I enjoyed the delicate feeling her lips provided. Without her controlling me, it became way harder not to cum too fast. The moisture of the inside of her mouth, the softness of her lips, and the meatiness of the tongue. Even though those things didn’t compare to what we already have done, I was about to cum.
I have already fed her my semen, or at least she did so herself. While it was the safest option that wouldn’t provide “evidence” against me, I pulled out and unloaded all over her innocently sleeping face.
Panting, I looked down at what I just did. The angel’s face and hair showered in jizz. I thought, “There is no coming back now.” She was going to be drenched in the smell, no matter what. Even if I managed to find something other than her shirt to wipe it off with.
After calming down, I lay down and spooned her from behind. Grabbing the underside of her knee, I pulled her leg up. I tried to penetrate her without using my mouth, but she was just too slippery.
As I was about to do something about it, I felt a familiar sensation. The softest hand that ever touched me was enclosing on my cock again. Shifting my gaze at the face of the angel, I saw her looking back at me. My time was up.
“I don’t think that’s how squeezing boobs looks like,” she said while her grip kept on getting tighter, gradually beginning to hurt.
Without giving it too much of a thought, I slid my hand under her shirt. It was the first time that I had touched her bare breasts. While slightly squeezing her nipples, she eased up her grasp and guided me inside of her.
“Don’t think I’m getting you off that easily, my slave,” she said and closed her eyes. “You are allowed to continue for now, though,” a tiny smirk appeared on her face.
Because her shirt was pulled up for the first time, I was able to see that my cock was enough to create a bulge in her stomach. I thirsted my cock in and didn’t pull out for a moment. Almost as if she could read my mind, she placed her hand on it, which I could faintly feel on my dick.
“Don’t get too excited. It’s not that you’re that big. I’m just that small,” the angel said while massaging the bulge with her palm.
Even though it wasn’t what I was thinking, I saw this as a challenge. Letting go of her breast, I grabbed her by the hip while pushing mine as far as they could. I was going to give her every bit of my meat.
It wasn’t much, but her hand did get pushed by half an inch. “Huh~, did someone’s ego got insulted?” she giggled. Instead of responding to her, I started moving, which seemed effective at shutting her up.
Without her influencing my performance, I was already near the edge. My breathing became irregular, and she even started to move her small butt on her won. Cumming, I hugged her close and didn’t let go. She moved her legs together and rubbed her knees against each other. That smirk of hers has also disappeared, leaving a lewd face that I haven’t seen her do before.
“Could you turn around?” I whispered in her ear and saw her face return to her usual self.
“Aren’t you forgetting about something, my slave?”
“Please, my mistress, could you turn around for me?” I answered uncertainly.
She pushed me back and grabbed my balls. Being careful not to let my cock go, she got on top of me. Turning around it, she provided me with a sensation of exploring every ridge of her pussy.
Now facing me, she placed her hands on my chest and asked, “Why did my slave want to face me?”
“Please, I want to rest in between your breasts once again. This time under mistress’ shirt.” I said with a straight face.
Letting out a sigh, she crossed her arms and lifted the shirt, dragging her breasts along. They appeared to be larger than her head from the bottom. Lifting myself up, I submerged myself in her warmth once more.
She pushed me, making me fall on my back again. Aside from the smell of my own semen, I noticed a light scent of her sweet sweat. The aroma was surprisingly pleasant and reminded me more of a fruit than anything else. I fell asleep almost instantly.
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