This is Cock! ~Hope Arc~ (Complete)
What's the first thing you want to say when you see a pretty girl? Normally, nothing comes to mind. But right now, I had one.
"Don't use your hands."
It was a day when spring rain drizzled softly. Inside the cramped studio apartment, Han Yu-ra crawled on all fours like a bitch in heat, her massive G-cup tits swaying heavily beneath her. There was no underwear to preserve even a shred of her dignity as a human being. All she could do was bare her ass and pussy completely, slinking toward me between my legs as if a collar tugged her forward.
Tension. Excitement. A thrill of taboo. Blood drained from my brain so fast I could barely think straight. And as it fled upward, my cock hardened just as fiercely. The vulgar thing asserted itself so brazenly it strained against my jeans, tenting them obscenely.
She's so fucking pretty...
Her face flushed crimson, Yu-ra glanced up at me with a helpless look—what was I gonna do?—then parted her lips while still on her knees. Glossy with saliva, they clamped softly onto the zipper of my jeans.
"Nngh..."
Ziiiip. Pulling the zipper down was easy enough. The real challenge was fishing my trapped cock out from inside. She worked tirelessly, rubbing her soft, plump lips and cheeks against my underwear in her desperate efforts. Was it the smell? Her eyes were half-lidded in a daze, but the way she furrowed her brows in concentration was adorable.
When she tugged at my pants with her teeth, my rock-hard cock popped out by sheer luck.
"Ah... nngh..."
It slapped across her face as it sprang free, smearing a trail of precum on her flushed pink cheek. I grabbed my shaft and tapped it against her face—pat pat—soaking the red bangs stuck to her forehead in cock slime until they were a mess.
"Eek..."
Humiliation. Getting slapped by a hand was shameful enough for a person, but a cock? How low must that make her feel? Her makeup had smeared a bit, but it didn't matter. If anything, it made her even hotter.
"Hey."
"Hic... Master...?"
"Why'd you stop?"
She shot me a faintly resentful glance, then started licking from the base of my shaft, working her way up inch by inch. She'd seen this somewhere before, clearly. Half-closing her eyes like it was gross, she stuck out her triangular tongue and lapped at the slit—enough to send a shiver down my spine.
But the stimulation was pitifully weak, and her attitude pissed me off.
"Han Yu-ra."
"...Yes."
"Chin up."
She flinched in surprise, then her eyes welled with tears. The way she looked up at me—like I was really gonna hit her—was pitiful, but she tilted her chin anyway. Sweat-dampened side strands of hair trailed down her cheek to cling behind her ear.
"Hic... I'm sorry, Mas-ter..."
On her knees on the cold studio floor, the naked CEO president had her hands clasped behind her back, offering her face up perfectly for punishment without a hint of resistance. I gave her exactly what she craved.
Slap!
Just hard enough to sting with shame and degradation. It was probably the first time in her life Han Yu-ra had ever been slapped. Tears streamed down her face as she stared at the floor like a naked slave.
"Hic... hic..."
She started to protest it was too much, but caught herself.
"Th-thank you... Master..."
"Good girl."
I stroked her hair, and despite the humiliation—or maybe because of the soothing touch—she melted into it with a languid relaxation.
"Come here."
Grabbing the back of her head, I forced her soft, red lips against the underside of my cock. When the iron-hard rod touched her face, she made a disgusted yet irresistibly aroused expression.
"Lick all the way up, then swallow from the tip. Slowly. Touch me with your teeth, and you're dead."
"Y-yes... nngh, mmph."
She engulfed the tip of my cock with her mouth-pussy. As the head—nearly as big as her face—slid inside, the hot, wet sensation made my skin crawl with pleasure.
Ahh...
Was this a dream? The CEO, stripped bare, knelt under the bed struggling to hold my cock in her mouth. It was thick, so she labored just to keep it in.
"Mmph..."
"Use your hands if you have to. Make it feel good."
Needing more stimulation, I gave her permission. She undid my belt and yanked my jeans down.
"Nngh..."
Soon I was nearly naked from the waist down. Surprised by the size? She stared at my crotch with a hint of fear, then gripped my balls in one hand and squeezed the base of my shaft with the other. Opening wide, she began swallowing it bit by bit.
"Mm... mmmph... guhmp..."
Her face twisted in agony. Unable to take it to the hilt, she bobbed halfway in and out repeatedly.
Schlick, slurp.Schlick, schlick...
Some unidentified white fluid leaked from the corners of her red lips, and her eyes glazed over in pain. Tears flowed as she tried to force it deeper, but her mouth-pussy clearly wasn't ready for full service yet.
"Guh... hack."
She pulled off with a wet pop, wiped her lips, and pressed her face to the side of my cock.
"I'm sorry... Master..."
Did she actually want to get good at this? For once, she looked dissatisfied with herself. She leaned in again, planting a smack of a kiss on the tip. Her lipstick had mostly smeared off, leaving a vivid red streak along the shaft. Seeing it glistening with spit pushed me to my limit.
I couldn't hold back anymore.
"Han Yu-ra."
"...Yes? Hic, eek..."
I seized her head and roughly shoved her onto the floor. There was a bed, but I didn't feel like using it. Her face burned red with humiliation as she stared up at me, looking mortified enough to die.
"At least... hic... Master... on the b-bed."
"Hey."
She glared through her tears, lips bitten in resentment. But her flushed cheeks betrayed uncontrollable arousal.
"The bed'll get dirty."
Treating her like an object. Hurt and resigned, she made a defeated face.
"Spread your legs."
She parted her thighs, squeezing her eyes shut. Her teardrop-shaped tits splayed to the sides but held their form, brown areolas perked up like they begged to be sucked. Her voluptuous body alone was enough to drive me wild just lying there.
Fuck... shit.
I buried my face in her neck, inhaling deeply. Shampoo and her sweat mingled intoxicatingly. The heat from our tangled bodies was perfect. Both of us drenched in sweat.
"Ahh... hic... nngh..."
Groping one breast roughly while biting her neck, she arched her back in delight, moaning like she loved being marked by a male. Was she a natural at this? I slid a hand between her legs. Her thighs clamped reflexively, but her sweat-and-juice-slick pussy welcomed my fingers effortlessly.
Schlick.
"Ahng! Ahng! Hng, hic... M-Master... sob..."
Her voice shifted from pain to ecstasy. Covering her eyes with one arm, she turned her head in futile resistance, but pinned under my near-90kg frame, she was helpless.
"Eek... ahn... hic..."
"Hands away."
"...Y-yes, M-Mas... hic... ter..."
She raised her arms overhead, exposing her sweaty underarms fully—hands behind her head. Every ragged breath made her sweat-slick tits bounce up and down as I fucked her one-sidedly.
Schlick. Squish. Schlick...
I kept fingering her relentlessly, kneading her plump outer lips, slapping her clit lightly to torment her. Her inner walls clenched tight at the entrance. I hooked my middle finger upward, scraping the top wall. Biting her ear at the same time sent her into a nasal whine as her hips bucked.
"Haaah... eek... hic... hngh... M-Master... ♥ Kyaa!"
Her thighs quivered, squeezing my waist. She must've been pent up for ages. I asked,
"Han Yu-ra."
"...Yes... hngh..."
"Do you masturbate a lot?"
"Nngh... Th-that's..."
I caressed her cheek softly, and with teary eyes, she confessed,
"I... masturbate..."
"How much?"
"Lately... with all the stress..."
"Almost every day?"
"..."
Blushing furiously, she hid her face and mumbled,
"Y-yes..."
I couldn't take it anymore. I crushed her sweat-glistened, curved body beneath my belly. Belly to belly. I stripped off my obstructing upper clothes and tossed them aside.
"Ha... haa... hngh... hngh..."
She panted at my chest. Liked the muscles there? Her hands wandered over my body like she was entranced. I almost told her to stop, but it felt good, so I let it slide.
I teased her entrance with my cockhead. Her soaked lips parted slightly, kissing the tip.
"N... nngh... Master..."
"..."
"Sorry... hic..."
Overwhelmed by the new sensation, she turned her head, mouth agape.
"Ah... eek... Really, sorry... could you... be gentle?"
"Yu-ra."
"...Yes."
"Am I your boyfriend?"
Coldly blunt, her tears fell as she looked down, utterly resigned. Sweeping back her damp hair, she whispered,
"...Yes."
"..."
"Master."
"Good."
I stroked her cheek, rubbing my cock at her entrance—teasing insertion. Her body, aroused to the brink, squirmed to escape, but her ample tits distorted under my weight. No chance.
"You're being punished."
"Nngh..."
"Virgin or not, doesn't matter. Your pussy's getting punished."
"P-Pussy... punishment... hic..."
"Spread 'em."
Lips trembling, she gripped her thighs with both hands and opened wide for me. Trembling from fear of the pain, no doubt. I thrust downward.
"Aah... eek...!"
She bit her lip, nails scraping the floor. Surprisingly, it didn't look that painful. Her hymen was flimsier than expected—no real tearing sensation, just something yielding softly. I pinned her tight, giving her time to adjust to my size.
"Haa... haa... haah... hngh... eek... haa..."
Her wide eyes stared at her belly. No mangaka-style bulge, but swallowing a cock as long as her face to the hilt was impressive enough. I moved my hips slowly, letting her adapt. As my writhing shaft scraped her walls on the way out, a trickle of blood followed.
"Ah... eek... h-hah..."
Little by little. I picked up speed. Each thrust back and forth made her tits jiggle lazily, a sight for sore eyes.
"Nng... haht... hngg... eek..."
Getting used to it? Pleasure crept into her moans. On her flushed pink cheeks, her brown eyes glazed with drug-like haze, adapting to the moment.
Schlick, squish. Schlick...
Bit by bit. Faster now, I drove into her depths. Her pussy twitched, taking my full length. It clenched and relaxed in waves, hugging me warmly. Time to go harder.
"Haaak...!"
She bucked to meet me. I slammed down again.
Plung!
"Grrk...!"
Her hips jerked like she'd been impaled. Lips clamped shut, she lifted her waist in agony. Her soft belly pressed against my navel—pure bliss.
Ha... fuck. This is insane.
Pinning her slave-like on the studio floor, drenched in sweat, raping her by force—it felt perfect. I ramped up the pace, crushing her beneath me.
Schlick, splick, schlick...
"Hng... ahh... eek..."
Each thrust kissed her cervix with my tip. First-time no-condom sex made every sensation hypersensitive.
So warm...
The entrance gripped tight on entry, then relaxed on withdrawal, enveloping me softly overall. Squeezing her tits hard, I pistoned into her hips.
"Hic... hngh... ahh, ahng... grrk... Mas-ter..."
She looked delirious. The sensations and pain from her pussy, the shame of floor-fucking—it tormented her. I gripped her tits and punished her hole relentlessly.
Splat!
"Eek...!"
Pussy juice squirted out with a splurt.
Can't hold it anymore.
Grabbing her hips like a fleshlight, I pounded wildly. More like a fight than sex, she wailed and thrashed beneath my slamming cock.
"Aah... eek... nngh... sob... hngh... Gonna go mad ♥... Master... I'm dying... hngrk! Ahng... haa... ♥"
Bitch-in-heat cries poured from her lips. I clawed her tits painfully, shaking my hips madly. Climax built fast.
"Cumming inside."
"Eek... hic... I t-took my pills... hngh..."
I hugged her waist, shoving her down as I thrust deep. She clawed my back, clinging tight. I buried myself to the root, flooding her insides with thick white cum. The cool rush up my urethra was euphoric.
Ah...
I came.