Childhood Friend's Exclusive Living Onahole: Episode 38
The kiss dragged on far longer than expected, and the uterus tattoo etched on the princess's lower belly hummed with a strange, tingling vibration. It wasn't the adultery prevention function activating—that could be manually disabled by the owner, and there was no way Shuga, who had sent her out on this special mission, wouldn't have taken care of it.
Instead, it seemed like the tattoo was absorbing a massive influx of yin energy in this unfamiliar bar, cradled in the arms of a woman she'd never met before, their lips locked in a lewd, slurping embrace. When she returned to her Shuga Mistress and confessed everything alongside the gold coins she'd earned today... she'd surely get heaps of praise... ♥
Even in the midst of her depraved acts, she pictured herself in her owner's arms, receiving punishment, and her pussy juices gushed uncontrollably. Her partner mistook it for satisfaction from her own caresses.
"I can't hold back anymore. But going all the way to a bed room... I don't trust myself to last that long, sis. The other girls are eyeing us like the fun's about to start too... What do you say? If you're cool with it, we could just fuck right here."
"Y-yes... I want it toooo... Don't go anywhere else, just rape me right hereee..."
"Ha! Talking like such a slut in that bunny girl getup—delicious!"
The moment the princess gave her permission, the woman's rationality snapped like a frayed thread as she suckled at those glorious tits. She flopped onto her back across the desk in the middle of the room, pulled the princess atop her, and raised her hands to knead and slap that bountiful ass.
This smack...! A sensation she'd never felt despite slinking in and out of this bar for years. The other girls' asses were too scrawny to spank properly, but this one's flesh wrapped around her palm so perfectly—it was exquisite. What the hell did she eat growing up to end up with tits and an ass like that?
With drug-laced booze in her system, she felt confident she could grind her stiff nipples against this bitch's for days on end. And hell, she wasn't one to keep her catches around, but this one? She wanted to claim her as her best pick forever.
As long as 'Gamma' coursed through her veins, the princess couldn't even dream of refusing the woman's touch. Her heart still burned with love for Shuga Mistress, but Gamma's influence had woven tender feelings for this stranger too, turning her lips fever-hot like a true lover's as she crashed them together in a colliding kiss.
It felt so good her vision spun in euphoric swirls. Just tongues and mouths sucking and slurping—yet it outdid any pussy-mixing with the other whores here. What was the boss thinking, not recruiting girls like this? Snag her, and the regulars and VIPs would double overnight.
The princess seemed to love the ass play too, rubbing her own nipples against the woman's perky tits, savoring the thrill of scraping over those washboard abs. Ah, aaah... Her moans escaped in breathy bursts, urging the woman to shake and slap her ass even faster.
The woman's hands grew bolder, gripping the princess's ass cheeks and spreading them wide to expose her pussy and asshole. Even the guests distracted by their own women swallowed hard and crowded in, taking turns smacking that ass. Everyone nodded in approval at the satisfying smack.
She lacked Kaldir's talent for ensnaring a woman in one go, but the princess's alcohol-and-Gamma-laced pheromones were enough to draw hands from guests and whores alike.
It was a damn shame the bar's entry rules banned dildos. Otherwise, she'd have plunged right into that defenseless asshole already...! No dildo on hand was bad luck for the guests—and a stroke of fortune for the princess, who'd already been creampied with real cum by Shuga.
Lucky for her, the woman who'd claimed first dibs wasn't letting go of this prime meat. She snatched the princess's ass and ground it against her own dripping pussy. With plenty of natural lube flowing, their one-night stand proceeded smoothly.
You bitches, staring at her asshole—what the fuck are you doing?! No hands for your paid whores? Just watching us fuck and jerking off?! If you're that hungry for her body, line the hell up! Line up!
Meanwhile, the other women had somehow sorted a rotation, fingering their pussies beside them while squirting pussy juice mixed with piss onto the princess's back. Her mission wasn't to serve one woman, but to collect every drop of cunt nectar here as a communal cumdump—and this played right into it.
Feet, calves, thighs, ass, waist, arms, shoulders, neck, hair... Every inch of the princess's body dripped with various women's piss and juices. Even the whores, duty-bound to please paying customers, joined the frenzy.
Caught off-guard but breezing through her quest, the princess started bucking her hips on her own. The pussy beneath her surged with even fiercer pleasure waves. Oooh...?! At this rate, she'll cum way faster than usual...?!
Schlup, schlup, sluuuurp... Their lower mouths showed no sign of parting, just like their upper ones. Mmm, mmmph... Lewd sounds erupted endlessly from their joined cunts, saliva swapped without pause, letting the uterus tattoo greedily suck up yin energy.
Swoosh, clunk. The princess's bunny ear headband finally succumbed to the vigorous motions and fell to the floor—but who had time to care? At this point, it was a race to see who squirted first.
"Ahihit... Sorryyy... Gotta pee so baaad... Can't hold it anymoreee... ♥"
They say lovers start to resemble each other—and like Kaldir in her arousal, the princess began leaking uncontrollably. The overflowing bladder signaled she teetered on the edge of climax. Her partner, who'd feared going first, gained confidence from the sight and crushed the princess to her with both arms, hastening the peak.
Unlike a man's cock swelling before eruption, a woman's body showed no obvious signs—but the quickening hip thrusts betrayed it. Both their orgasms loomed close.
Soon, piss-mingled cunt juice exploded from the princess's pussy. Confirming her win, her partner burst her own dam. Their simultaneous moans rang out like a bang, filling both their ears.
Whirrr! As their fuck wrapped up, the guests could wait no longer—they looped a rope around the princess's neck and dragged her down. The dog collar already on her neck proved a huge help for the women aiming to gangbang her on the floor.
It was much like what Kanelrian—currently shattered by Aurora, though now pieced back by Plang and Solt and sold to a fuckhouse—endured. No living cock or dildo, but drug-forced heat and a trainbang? Same difference.
One woman lay flat on the floor, the princess mounted atop her; another glued her pussy to the princess's, while three more claimed her mouth, right hand, and left hand respectively. (Tits remained public domain.)
The bottom bitch savored the sleek, muscled back and plump ass; mouth- and hand-holders enjoyed the princess's servicing caresses to the fullest. But none outdid the one dominating that priciest pussy.
How could ass, mouth, or fingers compete with clits grinding together? Plus, upright hip-grinding made those "public" tits easiest to grope—just stretch to the milk jugs and squeeze.
Bottom got to touch but not see them properly; others found them too close for a reach. In truth, those tits were "public" in name only—a de facto monopoly for one lucky bitch.
Psst, psssh...! Unknown fluids splattered atop the princess's body, already drenched in countless women's juices and piss. Atlanti piss? Or... something else? Her mind, paralyzed by crashing pleasure waves, lacked the capacity for such puzzles.
As the first gangbang crew climaxed and rotated out, fresh faces filled in. One out, one in—no respite for even a second. Lost in serving endless lust, hot wetness bloomed across her body, gold coins jingling by her head.
The second crew pissed even more, forcing the princess to lap it up body-wide. Liquid was liquid—after gulping so much so fast, her freshly emptied bladder refilled and burst again.
She lost count of leaks, blackouts, partners. Coming to, she'd see new faces, a different room—Ah, time's flown, she'd guess.
The princess filled her full shift and still couldn't leave. The bar owner, raking in rare profits thanks to her, turned a blind eye to whatever the guests did.
Only after eight hours of overtime did she clock out, body caked in cunt juice and piss stains. For a rookie whore, over a million dollars in gold wasn't bad—talent, maybe? She pocketed it all for her Mistress, then crawled back to the administrative building, propped by Plang.