004. Training (6)
I hugged Han Yu-ra from behind. She'd fallen asleep naked the night before, so of course she was still naked. As I sniffed the scent clinging thickly to her neck—her body aroma from yesterday—she giggled like it tickled.
Han Yu-ra looked up at me with her fox-like eyes.
“Haah... Seong-u. Gonna do it?”
“...Yeah.”
“It's morning...?”
I ignored her. Wasn't a languid morning the best time for sex?
She really likes hugs, huh.
Yu-ra's body slipped perfectly into the space between my shoulders. Holding her soft form, I could feel my usually tense shoulders, neck, and waist relaxing.
“Like being held?”
“Ung. I, I don't know...”
Was she trying formal? Or casual? One hand seized her massive breast; the other freely toyed with her soft belly. It felt so damn good.
“Eut! Where're you touching?!”
Women were weird creatures. They'd take breast or pussy gropes in stride, but belly fat? Off-limits.
I looped one arm around her neck.
“Euk...”
I choked her lightly with the crook of my elbow—not tight enough to block breathing, just threatening. Flexing my shoulders and biceps, I yanked hard. She broke a sweat and got dragged back against me.
“Stay still.”
“Eu... ut...”
Yu-ra tried to squirm away, but the size difference made it impossible. No breaking that hold.
Nice... this position too.
My chest pressed flush to her back. She couldn't escape, couldn't even move freely. Her back molded to my chest; her plump ass wedged between my thighs. Yu-ra twisted in shy embarrassment but ended up leaning into me.
“R-really gonna do it? M-Master...? We did yesterday...”
“Told you, we are.”
“But it's morning...”
She blushed faintly, gazing up at me. Those eyes, teary just moments ago, were adorable. Ten a.m. Like she said, it was morning outside. The motel had great natural light; chilly sunlight poured in. Distant car horns and voices drifted from afar. A bit early for sex, sure. But today's whole point was lounging like this.
“Haa-ut...”
“Yu-ra.”
“...Y-Yes?”
“Said spread 'em anytime.”
I clamped her breast hard. Pain hit her, but she bowed her head, face flushing crimson. Her breaths grew ragged. Our torsos touched—her heartbeat thrummed right through to me.
You feel it too, don't you? My heart pounding.
Thump, thump. Arm still around her neck, I slid the other between her thighs. Instinctively, she clamped down, shoving at my arm.
“Spread your legs.”
But my whisper in her ear made her relent. Plump thighs parted; her pretty pussy, already slick, came into view.
“Wet already.”
“Ah, seriously... ha-ut, Master... so embarrassing...”
-Smack.
I palm-slapped her pussy. She yelped “Kyaaht!”, hips bucking. Shot me a resentful glare.
“Eyes stay sweet.”
I mauled her pussy roughly. Thumb teasing her inner lips, middle finger hovering half-inserted. Broad palm strokes made her lower body twitch, juices leaking uncontrollably.
“Huu... th-that way... haa...”
Her face was melting. Lips bitten tight, forcing her wandering gaze steady. Pitifully cute.
“Hm?”
“Huu... huu... haa, Mas-ter... too mean...”
-Smack.
Juice splashed; her hips quivered.
“Hik...”
Tears trickled. Chokehold firm, I kept working her pussy. Our twenty-centimeter height gap left her awkwardly leaning—pussy on full display. That slight belly fold near her navel? Gorgeous. Trimmed pubes above the thick slit. Hand back in, fondling relentlessly.
“Huu...”
Shallow moan; she peered down at her own pussy. Squish, squelch. Couldn't resist—I shoved my middle finger in two knuckles deep, tormenting her.
Was the in-out so fascinating?
Driving me nuts.
My cock was rock-hard now. Her ass ground against my thighs and balls; sweat from her shoulder blades slicked my chest. Her scent flooded my senses. I clamped my teeth on the side of her neck— she screamed like she might break.
“Kyaa-huut... good... right there...”
Likes the bite? Our eyes met. She grinned ticklish-happy, then winced pained—repeating.
Kept caressing till the sheets soaked; then pulled away.
“Hahk... heuk...”
Yu-ra panted hard. Yesterday was too rough—today, gentler. I lay back on the bed, called her.
“Yu-ra.”
“...Yes, Mas-ter.”
“Today, you ride me once?”
“Me...?”
Eye-smile, but tense. She'd never topped before.
Some women never cowgirl in their lives.
Tense-faced, she eyed my cock rising between my legs. Blue and red veins bulging rigid. Smaller than her face, kinda gross—at least to me.
She approached, gripped gingerly like hazardous waste. Still all clumsy.
Her hand was warm. Held the throbbing shaft, stroked up-down, toyed like self-pleasure. Cat-with-new-toy face.
Getting annoyed.
“On top, I said. What're you doing.”
Stern; she snapped alert. Peeked my face, dropped her flushed gaze.
“Embarrassed... Master.”
Rubbed up my lower body climbing on. Legs splayed wide, shameful parts bared—pussy fur nudged my slit. Clit contact? Rough breaths; slowly prepped to mount.
“Haa...”
Hand on shaft. Stark naked, she danced seductive atop me. Clumsy, but bearable. Aligned glans to her entrance. Slick warm juice drenched it sensitive.
“Ah-ut...”
Feels it too? Thick labia parted—squish—glans briefly engulfed, slipped out.
“Ah-hat...!”
Startled? Deemed full insert too much first; sat on shaft unsheathed. Pussy atop supine meat, rubbed front-back.
Good...
Yu-ra trying so hard? Adorably cute. Make her do this sometimes. Awkward-beautiful. Huge vulgar tits jiggled below deep collarbone; sweat-pooled navel trailed neat triangle pubes. Below iliac crest, juice-smeared thick pussy teased front-back over cock.
Patience fraying.
“Yu-ra. You're servicing.”
“Haa... Mas-ter. Huu... right.”
Looked down clueless. Thinks topping makes her boss? Cute—let it slide.
Held cock upright, knees lifted hips. Kneeling over it. Shy from my stare? Shame-faced eyed tip, aligned to her hole.
“Ah-hat...”
Aroused moan leaked. Warm squish enveloped—tip sank in.
“Ah, ah-heuk...”
Pain? Pulled off; paced glans dipping in-out.
Slowly, her pussy devoured my clone.
...Good.
Inexperienced too cute. V- legs lowering bit-by-bit, pussy swallowing cock.
“Ah-ut... euk...”
Hand clamped mouth; ass plunged down. Pussy engulfed to hilt. Glans crushed uterus—felt it; her eyes glazed, spent already.
“Move. Yu-ra.”
“Ah-u... Yes, Mas-ter...”
Hand fondled jiggling tit. Gripped my wrist, but shoved it deeper. Even rough-painful.
“Ah, like that, huu... your touch... good...”
First time voicing like in front. Soft smile, thrust tits for harder.
Both hands out, obliged.
“Ah-geut...!”
Squeezed brutally, mauled messy—sweet nasal leaked anyway. Hard-pinched tan nipples; hand over mouth.
“Like this?”
“Haut... Yes, feels good... heuk...”
Eye-smiled it. Naked, cock-kneeling, pussy drooling. Our sex slow, blissful.
-Squelch. Tiny pussy shifts. Tough insert? Slight blood shaft-base. No pain though—slick pussy up-down.
-Squish, squelch. Squish.
“Ha, haa, huu...”
Pussy winked, hilt-embraced. Eyes blissed-out enjoying, ass shaking steady.
Slow good—but teasing me.
“Faster. Han Yu-ra.”
Slapped tit. Huge—solid thwack. Startled, hands on my chest, hips wild.
“Eu-ut... Got it. Know... hu-wik... Mas-ter...”
Plump red lips leaked harsh sighs. Drenched pussy twitched, hugging every crevice.
Her pace ramped.
“Ah, hu-ut... aa...”
Fascinated sensations? Front-back glans tease; hilt-pull then uterus-slam. Pussy juice gushed balls-flooded each time.
So much juice.
Cute, self-breaking from experiments.
Torso up slight, kneaded ass.
“What're you doing?”
“...Haa... haa, sorry, Mas-ter... too good...”
Thump. Why so sweet hearing her say good. Pride surged.
Stroked ass—then smack hard.
-Crack!
“Huu-ut...!”
Near-scream; hips frenzied. Faster.
-Squish. Squelch. Squish.
Her weight slammed my pelvis—lightning pleasure streaked from balls up. Raw, no rubber.
Loved big strokes. “Hahk” moan, pussy to glans-lift, uterus-pierce drop. Entrance-rupture to womb-bash repeat.
“Huu, eu-ut, haa-uk, ha-uk...♥”
-Squish, squish, squish.
Peak aroused? Kneeling, hands headboard, hips pistoning. Clavicle sweat trailed jiggling tits before my eyes.
She was lost in it.
-Crack!
“...Faster.”
“Kyaa-hat...!”
Eyes rolled half-gone. Smacked till ass fire-red.
“Kyaa, kya-heuk, aha, u... aaaa! Self, hu-wik, Mas-ter... ex, kki-heuk...”
Laugh-cry blur, clung desperately. Not too brutal? Pleasure torrent blissed her.
Mindless hips. Pussy flood soaked sheets; I ogled bouncing tits, prodded on.
“Ah... hu-ut, haa...”
Drool streamed. Clinging in ecstasy—perfect.
Gently stroked blazing ass.
“Sor, sorry, heu-wik, hu-wik...♥ Mas-ter...”
“Slow down? More smacks.”
“Ah, got it...”
Hugged my neck, up-down hips. Pistoned my speed.
-Squelch, squish, splurt...
“Ah-hu... hu-wik... huu...♥ Tired...”
“Stamina issue, huh.”
Laughed, smacked ass. Limit hit—trembled, spasmed first climax. Sweat-drenched, cock clenched convulsing, collapsed atop me.
Bad slave.
“Haa... sor-ry... hu... came, first... Mas-ter ok...?”
Gazed at my face. Obviously not.
I hadn't cum.
Face beet-red, heaving. Lips saliva-smeared; eyes tear-streaked.
“Can't even service this?”
-Crack!
“Ha-geut...! Mas-ter...”
Teary-eyed hug. Pretty ass now red-tender-touch.
Told her.
“Off. Grab the table, ass out.”
“Yees...”
Out of shape, Han Yu-ra.