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8. *Everything*
It was a deep, hungry, voracious kiss which found them devouring each
other’s mouth for minutes on end. Her tongue would dart forwards,
tasting, licking, probing as he eagerly sucked on it, only for her to
return the favour moments later as he pushed back with his own tongue.
All the while she kept grinding her hips, pressing hard against his
bulge, pre-cum staining his pants. She held his head tightly, pulling
it against her face, while he gently placed his hands on her waist,
feeling her writhe on his erection. They panted as they gasped for air
every so often during brief releases, only to then frantically consume
each other with renewed vigour.
“Wait, wait,” said Seung-hee, pushing herself up, barely fighting
off the urge to dive into him again.
“Are you OK?” he asked, breathlessly.
Seung-hee gave him a sweet smile.
“I’m fine, I just want to try something,” she explained.
She paused, reconsidering her proposal.
“Better yet, I want to try everything,” she said, in an eager,
husky voice.
“I… I don’t have condoms Seung-hee.”
“It’s OK, I promise,” she said, with tenderness. “Wait here for a
couple of minutes.”
She got up and headed for the bathroom. Just before entering she
turned towards him.
“I’ll see you later tonight.”
He was just about to ask when the door closed behind her.
9. *Catherine*
He was unsure about taking off his clothes. Making out with Ai had
left his pants a mess, but he decided to let Seung-hee take the
initiative. Instead he simply set the camera aside on the nightstand,
as he was pretty sure the photoshoot was over. The couple of minutes
became fifteen, and he wondered if Seung-hee was having second
thoughts.
“Hi sweetie, did you wait long?”
He looked up, his expression a mix of surprise and awe. The wardrobe
was simple, essentially a short, tight-fitting white dress, the hem
just barely reaching her upper thigh. It hung from two shoulder
straps, the top generously exposing her cleavage, lace trimmings
adorning the edges. A large red bow cinched her waist, while silk
lingerie leg stockings in white approached, but didn’t quite reach,
the bottom of the skirt. A lace collar, also in white, was wrapped
snugly around her neck. High-heeled white pumps on her feet, and a
blonde wig with two large curls, one on each side, completed the look.
“Catherine?”
“You’re still dressed? Well aren’t you a shy boy, let me help you
with that.”
She demurely approached the bed and sat next to him, placing her hands
on his chest and running them down his torso until reaching the hem of
his t-shirt, making him sit as she pulled it off and threw it on the
floor. She then proceeded to unbuckle his belt, and starting tugging
at his pants, underwear included. He thought it fortunate he was soft,
allowing for the clothes to easily slide past his waist and down his
legs, they too ending up on the floor. She pushed him back as she took
off his socks, tossing them aside. He was again lying down on the bed,
though this time completely naked.
“Isn’t that better, baby?” she said, taking off her shoes and
climbing on top of him on all fours, her ass in the air, hovering
above his hips, the low-cut dress allowing him a view deep down her
cleavage, her face mere centimetres from his.
He simply nodded, still unsure of how to perform the roleplay.
“Oh darling, looks like you’re cold,” she said, looking down
between her legs, “let me warm you up.”
Slowly she began to lower her hips, her dress soon covering his groin.
He felt the softness of smooth flesh press against his member, and his
cock immediately responded.
“So you are happy to see me after all,” she teased, with a smile.
She leaned forward, grabbing his head, her lips nearly bushing against
his.
“Did you miss me?” she asked, giving him a soft kiss and gently
biting his lower lip.
“Yes,” he replied, in a hoarse voice.
“I missed you too baby,” she whispered, lasciviously licking his
lips, leaving a trail of saliva.
He felt her hips start moving, the folds of flesh hugging his
stiffening penis, sliding from the base to the tip. His pubes were
damp, the contact between their genitals by now nearly frictionless,
lubricated by both his pre-cum and her secretions.
“Ngh,” he moaned, turning away from her, eyes tightly closed.
“What’s wrong sweetie?” she whispered into his ear before darting
her tongue inside, making him shiver.
She wasn’t quite fucking him, but just kept rubbing her pussy lips
against his member, grinding her labia along its length. His cock was
stiff, covered in her juices, aching to penetrate her but at the same
time beholden at the entrance of her cunt.
“I’m going to come, Seung-…”
She suddenly stopped and leaned back, sitting up on top of him.
“Still thinking of other women? That won’t do sweetie,” she sternly
said, undoing the large red bow around her waist and reaching behind
her, the sound of a zipper being opened soon following.
“I’ll make you forget.”
She deftly removed her dress, leaving her naked save for her stockings
and the lace collar around her neck. He remained mesmerized, seeing
her for the first time in the nude, the smooth pale skin of her body
dotted by tiny moles here and there, the soft curves of her hips, her
full breasts drooping slightly, betraying their softness, crowned by
small, dark pink aureole, surrounding even darker nipples, her
recently-waxed sex a lightly shaded triangle pointing downwards
towards the crevice of her slit, unusually large clitoris peeking out
from between the upper folds of her pussy lips, his cock snugly
sandwiched in the middle.
“You like my big clit, honey?” she cooed, noting his stare linger
between her legs. “Let me give you a closer look.”
She crawled above him, dripping, leaving a trail of cunt juice over
his stomach and chest, until her groin hovered over his head and she
eased, pressing her slit against his face. The moment her engorged
clitoris touched his lips he opened his mouth, eagerly sucking it in.
“Auuungh!” she loudly moaned, her entire body trembling.
“Gently, sweetie, gently,” she pleaded, grabbing two fistfuls of
his hair as he flicked the hard nub with his tongue.
“Yeah, suck it babe, suck my clit,” she groaned.
Minutes passed, she writhing, moaning and mewling while he discovered
new ways to milk the hard bundle of nerves with his lips, his tongue
and, very carefully, even his teeth.
“Fuck, baby! Uuungh! Fuck… I’m coming! I’m… nnnnnngh!”
Her entire body tensed as she arched her back, clutching her tits as
they jutted out of her chest, eraser-hard nipples bulging between her
fingers, pointing towards the ceiling.
“Stop, darling, stop,” she begged, as he kept suckling, forcing her
to free her tormented clit by lifting herself up and kneeling next to
him, trying to catch her breath. She looked down at him and noticed
the lower half his face covered in her slimy juices.
“Look at you honey,” she remarked, as she leaned forwards to lick
clean the grool around his mouth and on his chin. While she did so she
glanced at his raging erection, pre-cum dripping from the tip of his
pole.
“Oh babe, you’re so hard. I’ve been selfish, let’s try something
else,” she said, again straddling his face, but this time facing his
feet in a sixty-nine position.
She gently sucked the head of his cock for a few moments before giving
it a kiss, leaving a thin strand of saliva and pre-ejaculate dangling
between his glans and her lower lip. He in turn wasted no time burying
his face into her pussy, shoving his tongue deep in her slit,
savouring this new access to her gooey cunt.
“That’s it sweetie, eat my pussy, drink me up.”
She again began her blowjob, though at a leisurely pace. He craved
more stimulation, eagerly licking her labia and probing the insides of
her vagina as far as his tongue could reach, swirling it within her
canal, desperately trying to coax her into returning the favour. She
in turn would softly suck his dick, drenching it in saliva, only to
release him moments later. He moaned in frustration, but was unable to
stop himself as he voraciously kept eating her out, his fingers
digging into her hips as he forcefully pulled her sex against his
face.
“Ungh! Almost there babe, don’t stop,” she groaned, giving his
straining penis a lick or a kiss, but mostly focusing on riding his
mouth.
“Aungh! Keep… nnngh… fuck! Babe, don’t stop! I’m… coming…
hard…”
A powerful spasm rocked her frame while she shrieked in orgasmic
agony, her head snapping back as her fingers clawed into his thighs,
nearly drawing blood, her legs pressing tightly against his ears, her
toes curling which such force her nails nearly ripped the fabric of
her stockings. Her seizure lasted for nearly a minute, and then slowly
began to ease.
She rolled off of him, panting, her chest and stomach, moments ago
glued to his, soaked in sweat. He too was heaving, his face again
drenched in her juices, his member now painfully erect, his balls
aching for release.
“Please… I need to come,” he pleaded, in between laboured
breaths.
She knelt next him, not unlike a huge kitten sizing a big ball of yarn.
“Oh poor sweetie, let me help you with that,” she said, laying at
his side, feeding him a tit while she inserted two of her fingers deep
into her wet pussy.
He engulfed her breast, suckling, but moaned in frustration at the
lack of stimulation.
“I need to come,” he repeated, licking the dark circle of her
aureole.
“In time, sweetie, in time,” she said, lowering her hand between
his legs, her lubricated fingers tentatively touching the rim of his
anus, gently massaging the puckered entrance.
“Uuuungh!” he loudly moaned, his body tensing.
He nearly bit into her nipple as his back arched. She had inserted her
middle finger deep into his rectum, which clenched in response.
“Shhhh… relax honey, relax,” she whispered, twisting and curling
her finger, probing, exploring.
“Aunngh!” he groaned, releasing her breast, grimacing as she
pressed her fingertip against the bump of his prostate.
“It’s OK baby, I’ll take care of you, just take it easy.”
His head fell back against the mattress while she sat next to him, one
hand pressed against his groin, her middle finger deep inside him,
rubbing the sensitive gland, as her other hand tightly wrapped around
his cock, jerking it slowly, deliberately.
“Oh fuck,” he wheezed, tensing.
“You need to come, don’t you?” she teased him, her fist drenched in
the pre-cum oozing from the tip of his dick.
“Please… faster…” he begged.
“Patience, darling, patience.”
She took her time masturbating him, changing the rhythm of her strokes
according to his response, quickening when he eased, slowing when he
tensed, edging him over and over, skilfully keeping him at his limit.
He moaned and groaned and pleaded to no avail, squirming in response
to her ministrations, trying to will an orgasm that never came.
After half an hour she finally released his cock just as she began to
vigorously rub her finger against his prostate, curling it so that it
pressed even harder against the fleshy bump. His entire body
stiffened, arms and legs trembling, toes curling.
“Come on baby, you can come now, go ahead,” she goaded him.
“I… unngh…. please I’m… augh… trying… my cock…” he
whined, as he twisted his head side to side.
“Do it sweetie, shoot your seed!” she huskily ordered.
“Nnnnnngh!” he groaned, arching his back, his pole swaying up and
down in the air.
“I… can’t… please… uuungh!”
He growled in despair as the prolonged anal seizure kept him at the
very edge of his ejaculation but without release.
“Please… I’m… ungh… begging you…”
She smiled.
“Oh, honey, you need help?” she asked, grabbing his cock and
leaning forwards, sucking the purple head of his massive erection, her
lips pressed against his shaft as they slid up and down its length.
“God yes… suck me… almost there… I’m… coming…”
He desperately bucked his hips off the bed, frantically trying to
unload without avail. Though she was still fingering him she had
stopped nursing his cock and instead pinched the base of his glans
between her fingers, squeezing her thumb against his frenulum, halting
his impending orgasm. She then took him in her mouth again, sucking
him into a frenzy, pushing him to the very edge, before sabotaging his
release with a press of her thumb. Two, three, four more times she
fellated him towards the explosion that she would invariably deny.
“Why… why won’t you let me come?” he finally panted, his muscles
taught, his entire body drenched in sweat.
“Oh? You wanna come sweetie?” she huskily asked, as she gripped his
cock and began to quickly jerk him off, her middle finger still
rubbing the insides of his rectum. “You wanna come?”
“Nnnngh! Yes! Don’t stop! Ungh! Ungh! Don’t stop!” he yelled at
her.
“Come for me, give me your jizz, spurt it out! Spurt it!” she
hissed at him in response.
“I’m… com… auuunnnngh!”
He arched his back, heels digging deep into the mattress. The first
blast of semen formed a long strand which splashed against his neck and
his right shoulder, then a second powerful jet reached his chest, a
third shot raining on his stomach.
“Keep going baby, empty your balls for me…” she coaxed him,
weakening bursts erupting from the tip of his cock as she kept jerking
his shaft, milking him while he writhed in continuing ecstasy. She
withdrew her finger from his rectum and used both hands to massage his
member, slathering his dick with the ejaculate which was still oozing
out. Finally, at long last, she let go and he began to soften as he
lay on the bed, exhausted and spent, his breathing slowly easing.
“You did good, baby, you did good” she said, in a gentle voice,
“but you’re an absolute mess right now.”
“I… never imagined…”
“Take it easy sweetie, I’ll call the help to clean you up, OK? Give
me a few minutes,” she said, getting off the bed.
“The help?” he groggily asked, as she headed towards the bathroom.
“Don’t worry honey,” she assured him, “she’s a bit shy but as long
as she doesn’t say ‘I quit’ I guarantee she will fulfill all your
needs, just you wait babe.”
She closed the bathroom door, leaving him to wonder what she had in
store for him.
10. *Tsubaki*
“My name is Tsubaki Rurikawa, Master. I was told you needed my
services.”
He looked up, having dozed off for however long it had taken Seung-hee
to change. Even after his previous ordeal, his penis twitched when he
saw the girl standing just outside the bathroom.
She wore a pair of medium-height heels, glossy black charcoal shoes in
patent leather which stood out against her short white socks. The
latter reached just above her ankles, exposing her long, bare legs,
right up to her thighs where the edge of a white petticoat was just
barely visible from underneath the black skirt of a two-piece maid
uniform. The lower half, a puffy skirt, was cinched at the waist by a
white apron with frilly edges. The top half consisted of a tight, long
sleeved button-up blouse in black, lace trimmings adorning the wrists,
impeccable white gloves on her hands, starched collar loosely wrapped
around her neck. The blouse was short, and would have exposed her
midriff save for a second dress shirt in white underneath which was
fitted under the skirt. A white frilly lace headdress arched over her
raven-black bangs, this time her natural hair. She held a couple of
dampened hand towels in one hand, a box of tissues in the other.
She diligently approached him and placed the cardboard container on
the nightstand, taking off her gloves and extracting a few tissues
before proceeding to wipe the sperm off his body. He couldn’t place
the name, unsurprisingly so as there are thousands of maid characters
in manga and anime, but the eroticism of her uniform suggested a
hentai doujinshi. Her demeanour, however, was strictly professional,
avoiding eye contact as she cleaned the pools of semen on his torso,
delicately folding the used tissues and placing them in the
wastebasket.
“With your permission, Master,” she said, grabbing a damp hand
towel and carefully blotting the vaginal secretions smeared on his
face. Once done she used the second small towel to wipe his neck,
chest, and abdomen. By the time she reached his pubes he was fully
erect, though she seemed to pay no notice, gently wiping down his
cock.
“Thank you for your patience, Master,” she said, bowing. She began
to fold the used clothwipes, readying to leave.
“Clean it properly,” he said, with a hint of hesitation which he
struggled to overcome.
“Master?” she replied, a slight quaver in her voice.
“I said, clean it properly,” he ordered, notching up the firmness
of his tone.
“Master… I… I can’t,” she stammered.
“Are you saying ‘no’ to me? Do you want to quit?” he had to make
sure.
She looked at him, her expression a mix of confusion and
concern. After a few moments she shifted her gaze down to his groin,
and slowly shook her head.
“No, Master, of course not, please forgive me,” she said, as she
leaned over and took his cock in her mouth, pressing her lips around
the stiff shaft, her tongue gently swirling around the bulbous head.
He closed his eyes, focusing his senses on the extraordinary blowjob
she was giving him, the perfectly-timed rhythm of her head bobbing up
and down, the way her lips slid along the length of his member using
just the right amount of saliva to lubricate but still providing the
necessary friction, her tongue, turning and twisting, occasionally
darting into his urethra just enough for the tip to ever so slightly
push open the tight opening. Under normal circumstances he wouldn’t
have lasted more than five minutes, but clearly Seung-hee had planned
for this, her previous persona having made sure he wouldn’t orgasm any
time soon. Incredible as it was, after ten minutes of head he needed
more.
“Go and lean on the counter over there,” he commanded.
She stood up, mix of saliva and pre-cum dribbling down her chin, and
looked behind her. The long table was on the other side of the room,
upon which the TV, now near the window, was seated. It also doubled as
a desk.
“Master, please, no,” she begged.
“Lean over and spread your legs.”
She hesitated for a moment, giving him a pleading look, but quickly
lowered her gaze.
“As you wish, Master.”
She placed her hands flat on the counter, leaning forwards, her legs
apart, forming an inverted “V”. The puffy petticoat underneath her
skirt bobbed upwards, exposing her behind, a pair of white cotton
panties providing minimal modesty. He noticed a large stain on the
crotch of her underwear, the dampness making the thin fabric nearly
transparent, revealing her bulging vulva pressing against the cloth.
He approached her from behind, shoving her panties aside with a
powerful tug while his other hand grabbed firm hold of one of her
hips.
“No! Master! Plea… nnnngh!”
He rammed into her, making her entire body lurch forwards with the
force of his entry. Using both his hands now he rocked her back and
forth, pulling and pushing her by the hips as he jerked his pelvis in
counter-motion, pistoning her cunt as her labia slid in and out,
hugging his cock.
“Ungh! Master… unngh! Please… aungh! Stop fucking me…”
He continued his attack unabated, feeling her cunt juices starting to
foam and ooze down the length of his penis and on his testicles,
dripping on the rug below.
“Master… ngh! I’m… ngh!”
“Don’t come yet,” he said, feeling her pussy beginning to clench.
For a few minutes the room echoed with the sounds of sex, his hips
slapping against her ass, their groans intermingling. His control,
however, was steadfast, and soon began to break her.
“Nngh! I… can’t… Master! Ungh! Please! I’m…”
“Don’t!” he commanded, pounding her harder still.
“I’m coming Master! Augh! I’m sorry, I’m cominnnngggh!”
She arched her back, grimacing as her entire body tensed and shook
uncontrollably under the spell of a massive orgasm. He held her
tightly, buried to the hilt, feeling her cunt spasm around his dick,
concentrating on holding back his own urge to come. After a minute or
so he sensed her loosening and let her go, withdrawing, a wet fart
escaping her slit as she fell to her knees, panting. He took two steps
back and looked down on her.
“You came.”
She lifted her gaze, still breathing hard.
“I’m sorry Master, please forgive me.”
“Strip,” he replied.
She slowly got up, leaning against the counter for support, and
started unbuttoning her shirt.
“Yes, Master.”
The blouse fell on the floor, followed by her apron and the skirt.
She then took off her undershirt, revealing a light pink bra with lace
trimmings. Upon removing it she tried her best to cover her plump
breasts with one arm, using the other to slide her panties down her
legs before placing them aside and then concealing her sex with her
free hand. She stood in front of him, naked save for shoes, socks, and
headdress.
He wasted no time approaching her, lifting her up by the waist and
sitting her on the counter, forcing her to lean back as he grabbed her
ankles and spread her legs. He looked down, aiming his cock towards
her gaping slit, her engorged clitoris completely exposed, beckoning
him.
“Master! Please, no!”
He eased into her and they moaned in unison. Once his cock was
completely buried inside he remained still, savouring the moment,
taking the time to feel the walls of her vagina pressing the length of
his penis. He slowly began to pull out, fixated on how her pussy lips
hugged his member, trying to suck him back in until they kissed the
purple head of his cock, only to fold inwards as he pushed back in.
His thrusts kept gaining speed until he was again pistoning her in
earnest.
“Master, too hard! You’re… ungh… fucking me… hard…”
He was having trouble maintaining his grip of the socks, as they kept
slipping against her skin. Without missing a stroke he placed her
calves on his shoulders and removed her shoes, letting them fall
behind him on the floor. He then pulled off her socks, baring her
dainty feet, nails painted a light shade of pink. He grabbed her by
the ankles and, much to her dismay, kissed her feet and sucked on her
toes as he increased the tempo of his jabs.
“Ungh! Ungh! Master… that’s… nnngh… dirty…”
In one swift move he forcefully pushed her legs apart and rammed his
dick hard into her, grinding his pelvis against her clit once he
bottomed out.
“Auuunnnnngh!” she loudly moaned, watching him deeply penetrate
her, grimacing as he began to stimulate the sensitive nub with his
gyrations.
“Master… please… my clit… stop!” she groaned between gritted
teeth.
“You know what’s dirty? That huge clit of yours,” he replied,
pressing against it harder still.
“Please… don’t say that… unnngh… don’t look at it…”
“It’s massive,” he continued, “must… ngh… feel good.”
“I’m… ungh… embarrassed by it… Master, please, let me go…”
“I want to see you jill-off with that thing,” he continued taunting
her, mercilessly rubbing against the tormented bundle of nerves. He
again felt her pussy squeezing his cock, unmistakable sign she was
close.
“Master… aunnngh! Master please… my clit… nngh… I’m
coming… now…”
He felt her legs tremble and suddenly seize, her thighs and calves
becoming hard as rock, toes on both feet spreading out, those on her
left foot curling backwards, those on the right forwards.
“Nnnnnnnnngggh!” she grunted, brows knit, tightly closing her eyes,
fists clenched behind her.
He allowed the wave to pass, her legs relax, her features calm.
“Hold on,” he told her, sliding his hands below her buttocks and
lifting her up as she instinctively wrapped her legs around his back,
his cock still buried inside her.
“Master,” she murmured, still dazed.
They held each other tightly as he carried her across the room, both
pairs of hands slipping on each other’s sweat-drenched skin. He laid
her down on her back near the edge of the bed and fucked her for a
bit, ignoring her weak moans of protestation. As he did so he noticed
Catherine’s bright red sash on the mattress and had an idea.
“Get up and turn around,” he demanded, pulling out of her, a long
strand of slimy grool bridging the space between the tip of his
erection and her ravaged pussy.
She did as told while he sat on the bed behind her and reached for the
strip of cloth.
“Hands behind your back.”
“Master?”
“Hands behind your back, now,” he reiterated.
She hesitated for a moment but then complied, crossing her wrists
where the small of her back met the crevice of her ass.
“Master, I beg you, don’t tie me up, I’ll do whatever you ask,
please!” she pleaded, feeling the fabric against her skin.
He ignored her, tightly fastening the sash with a knot, her hands now
helplessly dangling behind her. He turned her around so that she faced
him, sitting on edge of the bed, standing between his legs.
“Kneel.”
She understood, needing no further guidance, fully aware of her duty
as she lowered herself, leaned forwards, and took his cock in her
mouth, tasting the salty mix of his and her fluids. She then began
expertly sucking him off as before while he lay back, closing his
eyes, enjoying her ministrations, the sound of her slurping echoing
throughout the room.
“Fuck you’re good,” was all he managed to say, feeling her lips
travel the length of his member, tongue swirling around his glans,
coaxing his ejaculation. After twenty minutes he found himself at his
limit.
“I’m going to come and you’re going to swallow it, understood?” he
said, in a raspy voice, sitting up and trying to hold back as long as
possible. She lifted her gaze and nodded as her head bobbed up and
down, increasing the tempo of the blowjob.
“Coming!” he hissed, clenching his buttocks as his penis exploded
in her mouth, flooding it with briny jizz. She continued sucking him,
milking his ejaculate, feeling the contractions which kept flushing
jets of sperm slowly weaken until they stopped, only then swallowing
the large load. She released him, gasping, saliva and sperm soaking
her lips and her chin.
“Get on the bed,” he instructed her, he himself scooting towards
the middle, laying on his back, legs slightly apart. “Spread your
legs, I want to take a close look at that huge clit of yours.”
“Master, please no,” she begged, laboriously getting on her feet,
unable to use her arms for support. He noticed a thick strand of pussy
juice streaming from her slit down her inner thigh.
“Please… it’s ugly… I hate how it sticks out… please,” she
continued, as she struggled to get on the bed to his side, then
finally managing to sit, facing him, legs apart, her feet and knees
digging deep into the mattress, her sex completely exposed to him, her
naturally large clitoris further engorged by her arousal, stiffly
peeking out from under its hood and between her labia.
“Unnngh!” she moaned as he reached out and began to massage the nub
between his fingers. Though he had already tasted it earlier that day
he now took his time to feel its smoothness, the sponginess of the
flesh, the oily texture of the sticky grool which drenched it.
“Let… ngh… go, please… ngh… sensitive…” she mewled.
“You must be popular, it’s quite a monster,” he remarked.
“Try… ngh… to hide it… don’t shave… Master please, I’m…
nnngh… embarrassed…” she said, squirming, clenching her fists bound
behind her back.
“Must feel fantastic when you rub one out, yes? Like jerking
off a little cock,” he said, giving it a try.
“Nnnngh! Master, no… stop, please… let it go… I’m… ungh…
begging you,” she pleaded, her entire body shivering.
He released her, feeling his dick to be fully erect again.
“Ride me,” he commanded.
She clumsily crawled on her knees, lifting herself above his waist and
then slowly lowering her body, trying to engulf him. Though her hands
were tied he offered no help, and it took her three attempts until she
managed to impale herself, quickly bottoming out, her clit sandwiched
between their pubes. She then started to move her hips, her tits
jutting outwards due to the position of her arms, bouncing with every
thrust, hardened nipples making a circular motion.
“Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!” she cried as she rocked back and forth,
beads of sweat forming on her knitted brow, straining under the
effort.
“Aaaauugh! Master! No!” she screamed as he reached out and squeezed
the turgid nubs protruding from her breasts, twisting each between his
thumb and index fingers. In spite of the shock she nonetheless began
to fuck him even harder, making the whole bed shake. After a few
minutes he felt her pussy start to clench his member.
“Master! I’m coming! I’m coming on your cock!” she screamed as her
neck snapped back and her torso formed a smooth arch, her bullet-like
nipples pointing upwards, the spasm having freed them from his
grasp. A small spurt of vaginal secretions erupted from her slit as
she squirted for the first time, drenching his testicles.
“Still… coming…” she grunted, while his hands took hold of her
waist and firmly held her down, a full sixty seconds passing by before
she finally collapsed on top of him, panting and heaving.
He gave her a couple of minutes to recover before rolling her over on
her stomach.
“Master, I can’t,” she weakly pleaded, as he positioned himself
behind her and lifted her ass so she was on her knees, her ear and
left cheek pressed against the mattress, her back sloping downwards at
a steep angle, her gaping pussy at his disposal. With her hands still
tied behind her she was helpless and completely under his control. He
grabbed her by the hips and slowly began to penetrate her slit.
“I haven’t seeded you yet,” he said, pistoning into her.
“Stop! Please!” she screamed, in a panicked tone. “Please Master,
don’t come inside me, I’m begging you!”
He paid no heed, focusing on his cock sliding in and out of her cunt,
which was now starting to foam as he settled into a quick, decisive
rhythm that had him grunting with every thrust.
“Ngh! Ngh! Getting… ngh… close!”
“Master… unngh… please don’t… ngh… breed me,” she pleaded,
desperately pulling against the tightly wound sash, trying to free
herself to no avail.
“Coming!” he shouted, forcefully pulling her ass against his hips
as his cock began to twitch inside her, spurting jet after jet of
ejaculate into her womb.
“Master… you’re… filling… my pussy,” she groaned, her body
rocking as he pushed into her a few more times, emptying into her as
much semen as he could muster.
After a few seconds he collapsed next to her, exhausted, his erection
finally subsiding. She lay besides him, on her side, facing away from
him. He could see her vulva peeking between her legs, jizz dripping
down the back of her thigh. Her shoulder was moving ever so slightly
up and down in unison with her breathing.
They remained in silence for a few minutes. Looking out the window he
noticed it was already getting dark. He felt Tsubaki stir.
“Master,” she said, in a low voice, “it’s time for me to leave.”
It was over, he understood. Without saying a word he turned towards
her and untied the sash. Once free she sat on the edge of the bed for
a few moments, turning on a nightlamp and rubbing her wrists. She
remained still, seemingly lost in thought. He realized she was still
wearing the headdress, the only remnant of her cosplay.
“Master,” she finally said, turning towards him and leaning close,
as if to confide a secret.
“Master, please pay close attention to what I’m about to tell you,”
she whispered, “it’s important you remember.”
He nodded, confused by her sudden change in demeanour.
“You need to be careful, Master. The safeword is ‘Fidelio’, do you
understand? Please repeat it Master.”
“Fidelio,” he said, in a hushed tone.
“If you can’t say it just snap your fingers, do you know how to do
that? Snap your fingers?”
“Yes, of course,” he replied, giving her a demonstration.
“Very well, Master, I must leave you now,” she said, getting off
the bed. “Remember, ‘Fidelio’ or a finger snap.”
He watched her head towards the bathroom, a perplexed expression on
his face. She stopped after taking a couple of steps, hesitating. She
then suddenly turned around and ran back towards the bed, leaning over
and giving him a quick peck on the cheek.
“Thank you Master,” she said, a sweet smile on her face, only to
immediately scurry back into the bathroom afterwards.
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