004. Training (3)
I yanked her ponytail back. Subs had told me this position maximized the sense of submission, domination, conquest—the perfect one for getting pounded from behind with your hair pulled. What must Han Yu-ra be feeling right now as I thrust into her? Her pussy was far easier to penetrate than last time. I slid just the tip of my glans inside once more, then pulled out all the way before shoving deep. The thick ridge forced its way through her narrow entrance. Each deep plunge made her waist twitch. That reaction—or her snow-white ass—drove me insane.
“Hng... haa... it hurts... haa...”
The long valley running from her trapezius down between her shoulder blades was already slick with sweat pooled in a straight line, her red ponytail clinging to her nape and cheeks. In the mirror, Han Yu-ra's face was lost to a mix of agony and ecstasy. Her massive jiggling breasts heaved, and her thighs trembled as if she could barely stand.
Doggy style. As the subs said, it was arguably the most humiliating position. The naked female CEO looked like a bitch in heat, presenting her pussy from behind, legs braced wide just to take my thrusts.
“Ah, hng, nngh...”
Hands pressed to the mirror wall, Han Yu-ra forced herself to look at her own face—because I'd grabbed the end of her ponytail and yanked it up.
“Yu-ra.”
“Y-yes, M-Master...?”
Her eyes were glassy, unfocused. With my free hand, I slapped her ass hard.
-Smack!
I hadn't held back much, and a bright red handprint bloomed instantly. Han Yu-ra yelped in surprise—“Hic!”—her shoulders jerking. Her legs clamped tight, her pussy entrance clenching for a split second. Her thighs quivered, and a single strand of her dripping arousal trailed from her knee down to her heel.
“Can't you just negotiate with some play?”
“Ah, hngg. I'm s-sorry, Mas-ster...”
Tears welling up, she tried to pull her ass back. Pure instinct to flee the pain—but all it did was drag her sopping pussy closer, her pale labia softly enveloping me right down to the root.
“Hyaa... haaaang!”
-Smack!
“Kyaaah!”
This time, the other cheek. Both asscheeks now painted red, Han Yu-ra lifted her head and bit her lip hard. A thin line of drool escaped from beneath.
Does she like getting spanked? Her mouth said no, but every slap made her pussy twitch greedily. I tugged her ponytail back, arching her neck.
“Yu-ra. You're not in any position to negotiate.”
“Hic, s-sorry, Mas-ter... hng, p-please...”
-Smack!
This wasn't punishment if I went easy. I slapped her ass with real force.
“Hiyaaaak!”
Her thighs clenched as pain made her pussy spasm. The sensation of her textured walls—studded like a hundred tiny nubs—squeezing my cock bit by bit was exquisite. She tried to lift one leg, but my hand clamped her waist—no escape.
“Hng, sob, ahn... nngh...♥”
-Squelch, squelch.Squelch...
The mirror wall, already smeared with saliva and sweat. Han Yu-ra couldn't tear her eyes away, hair gripped tight as I pounded her from behind. She started crying.
“I-I'm, so sorry...! Mas-ter... haaang...♥”
Tears streaming down her flushed face—it was unbearably erotic. I couldn't hold back anymore and slammed my cock into her ass. Flesh slapped against flesh. Her thighs trembled with every full insertion of my rigid shaft.
“Hng... ngh... hngt... ah... t-too much...”
I stroked her ass with one hand; she flinched, shoulders hunching reflexively.
“D-don't hit... hng, it hurts...”
“But you have to be punished for doing wrong.”
“Haa, ngh... hic,”
Yu-ra stuck out her tongue, tears flowing, looking like an exhausted puppy. So damn arousing—and cute. As I ravaged her bitch pussy, I shoved a finger into her mouth.
“Hngg?!”
Saliva poured down my finger. Her mouth forced open by it, she took my cock deep in her pussy. Lips closing around my finger, she sucked instinctively.
Driving me fucking crazy.
“Ah, hng, hngg. I, did wrong... ha... ngh...”
Yu-ra was dying. Her drenched pussy clung like a living thing. Each piston stroke sapped her strength bit by bit.
“Hng...”
“Reflected on it?”
“I h-have... hng... p-please...”
-Smack! I slapped her ass hard.
“Liar.”
Whipping the already inflamed flesh made her drool-slick lips clamp shut. Her pussy clenched tight again. Felt incredible. I leaned my weight in, ravaging her depths. The sensation of forcing through the narrow passage—my iron-hard, scorching cock sliding through slick walls before thunking into her cervix.
“Heut...!”
And that wasn't the end. I gripped her hair tighter and kept thrusting.
-Squelch, squelch, squelch...
Drool spilling sloppily, she begged nonstop for forgiveness.
“Haa, p-please, Master... I was wrong, forgive... kah♥”
“What did you do wrong?”
-Smack! Smack!
I worked my palm until her entire ass was a uniform red. No mercy, just hard enough to sting deep without bruising. Her glowing crimson cheeks were hypnotic.
“Hng... ah... kyah... haa...”
Thighs quaking violently, her hands slipped from the mirror. I yanked her hair to keep her from collapsing.
“Maintain your position.”
-Smack!
“Hic! Ngh... Ma-ster... haa... s-sorry for slipping, please... it hurts...♥”
Half out of her mind, tears streaming, her pussy spasming around me. I gripped her ponytail and pounded relentlessly. Each forced breach of her twitching walls pressed her uterus, her thighs tensing visibly.
“Forgive me, hng... ah...♥!”
“Forgive what? Looks like you're enjoying the punishment.”
“N-no, not that, hng... hya... Master... ha...”
Her thighs shuddered harder. My own climax building. I wrenched her hair viciously, using her body like a fucktoy.
-Squelch! Squelch. Squelch.
Every slap of my abdomen against her pussy, Han Yu-ra—gazing into the mirror—flashed a fully bitchish smile, drool pouring. The smeared glass framed her massive tits bouncing wildly. Too aroused, maybe—just her cute pale-areola nipples seemed to jiggle.
I slapped her ass.
“You're a slave. Got it?”
“Hng, Master's... ha... slave...♥ hng, hic... gonna, cum... ha, stop...”
Her pussy spasmed like an easy slut on the edge. I ignored her, of course.
“G-gonna cum... hic...”
I smashed her tear-streaked face against the mirror. Then pounded her ass like rape, merciless. Reddened skin hypersensitive—my thighs slapped it without pity. She kept losing balance, so I gripped her waist with both hands and drove in.
-Thwack, squelch, squelch. Squelch.
Tip kissing her womb made her whole body jerk. Suddenly—a gush from her pussy. Thighs slick and warm. Waist buckling forward.
Infuriating.
-Smack!
“Think your orgasm ends it? Easy pussy?”
“Hngg... f-forgive me, hng... ah, sob... e-easy, pussy...”
“Tighten that pussy.”
-Smack!
I slapped her ass at its pain threshold. Tears flowing, she begged.
“W-won't negotiate, haa... p-please forgive... hng...♥”
That's when I saw it. Her reflection smirking faintly.
Masochist.
No mercy. I pulled her close. My limit approaching. Dizzy like low blood pressure, climax surging. Pussy walls milking me—I yanked out.
“Kneel.”
“Ugh... hng...”
She crumpled trembling to the floor, then crawled to me with glassy eyes.
...Perfect.
The view was stunning: CEO with pure bitch eyes, udder-like tits dangling, pussy drooling juices, submitting utterly to my cock.
No time to bask in her afterglow. I shoved my cock in her face.
“Open your mouth.”
“...Y-yes...”
Sweat-drenched tits and plump thighs in view. I laid my cock across her face.
“Haa...”
...Fuck.
I stroked myself over her face, unleashing thick ropes of semen—built up from three or four days' abstinence. It spurted, spurt, defiling her features.
Ah...
I came. Mind went white. No trace of humiliation on her face anymore. The half-mad bitch accepted my load like an animal in a daze.
“Haa...”
Emptied completely, I wiped my cock on her cheek. Using her face like tissue—the ultimate humiliation—and still, her eyes stayed locked on me. Makeup utterly ruined. Semen smeared messily through red bangs, streaks like tears. She stared blankly at my cock.
-Slap. I cock-slapped her dazed cheek.
“Clean it up. Yu-ra.”
She snapped to. Humiliation flooded back into that soft CEO face—now heaving ragged breaths after the slap.
“Y-yes...”
Reluctant expression, but she obeyed. Red, plump lips parted wide, slowly engulfing me. Glans hypersensitive, fully exposed. Her tongue began the reluctant cleanup. Cock filthy with her pussy juices and my cum—gradually purified in her mouth. Size hit her throat often; she struggled.
“Eyes on me when you suck.”
“...Gulp...”
“Good. Good girl.”
I stroked her red hair gently.
Always had a masochist streak.
Gentle petting made her smile loosely, sucking with more enthusiasm.
“Don't swallow till I say.”
She shot me a resentful glance. Felt good. She bobbed slowly; on my signal, pulled back languidly. Long white strand connected to her lips—mysterious cocktail of filth. Pussy residue, saliva, semen, precum. She swirled it in her mouth as ordered, then opened wide like a urinal to show me.
Pleading eyes for approval. Enough training for today.
“Swallow.”
She gulped it down. Kneeling naked, her throat bobbed visibly. Erotic as hell.
“Haa...”
Exhausted after the deed. I placed a hand on her head, petting like a good pet.
“Good girl.”
“...Yes, Master.”
She looked up: Satisfied? Huh? Satisfied? Face flushed with annoyance—so damn cute.
“Come here.”
I pulled her into my arms, collapsing onto the bed together. The crisp white sheets felt fresh and inviting. Without a word, we drifted off to sleep.