Body Painting (2)
Chloro in bed is a wolf in sheep's clothing. Her words are soft and devoted to me, but by the time I snap out of it, she's firmly in control. I'm held upside down in her hands like an empty soda can, shaken until every last drop of semen is wrung out. Just like sucking the lingering droplets from the rim of a can, her upper and lower mouths take turns slurping at my glans with wet pops.
Rose is the polar opposite. She craves total domination of body and soul. Or more precisely, she yearns to be commanded. Rose was bent over the desk. Her fully exposed anus gleamed snow-white without a trace of pigmentation, its delicate wrinkles etched like fine artistry. The tightly clenched labia were demure as a noblewoman from a yangban household, yet she wore a kimono. Poised to spread wide and welcome me at any moment. Kneeling on the desk and bent forward, she lowered her belly and thrust her hips up high. Perfectly adjusting the angle for my easy entry. More self-abasing than even doggystyle. It felt like staring at a pristine slab of flounder nigiri sushi. Submission. Rose embodied the aesthetics of obedience with every inch of her being.
"Really like this?"
"Yes. Please... come to me."
Rose spoke without showing her face.
"Your first time... from behind?"
How much did that first experience mean to a woman? A hundred out of a hundred would want to face each other, share that intimate connection as they climaxed.
"I... I prefer it this way."
Rose's voice was a hushed whisper from her prone position.
"It feels like I'm offering myself completely."
"..."
I approached from behind and wrapped her in my arms. I showered kisses from her neck to her shoulders, down her back.
"Hnn!"
Rose trembled. Her wiggling toes brushed against my lower belly, tickling pleasantly where they touched. Goosebumps erupted across her skin in seconds. As I soothed them with my lips, her soft whimpers grew louder. Far from calming her, I stroked her massive, pitifully goose-pimpled ass, savoring the texture. Drip. My instep suddenly felt cold; a clear droplet had fallen. Drip. Another one. The source was Rose's entrance. Like a toppled honey jar, her tight slit was oozing transparent nectar in thick globs.
My cock was throbbing wildly too, trailing a glistening thread of precum. When I brought it to her entrance, they drew each other in like magnets. Squelch.
"Hnnngh!"
Rose moaned. So slick already, it slid right in. But once it accepted me, her walls clamped down fiercely from all sides. I thrust powerfully into her, coiled to her limit. Rose couldn't hold the pose for long. With each piston stroke, she crumbled. From sushi slab to doggystyle, then to plain old rear-entry.
"Hnnk, deeper! Deeper inside me, please!"
I first thought she was begging for pleasure, but no. She just wanted to take me as deep as possible into her core. Past her depths, beyond the end of her channel, all the way to her womb. Hurry, come into my warm embrace. Even with plenty left before climax, an indescribable pleasure surged from my glans. Like an anemone in love with its fish, countless ridges and folds in Rose's cavern caressed my head and shaft.
In the glass display case opposite, I caught Rose's reflection. Eyes rolled back, unfocused; mouth agape with her tongue lolling out. Nothing like her usual self—an utterly disheveled mess. More bluntly, a crazed expression. Yet it wasn't ugly at all. Just utterly endearing.
"...!"
Rose noticed. Spotting her own reflection and my smile, she bowed her head deeply. Her hips, writhing to instinct, dropped low as she split her legs like a ballerina. A silent plea: Forget my shameful face. Just focus on ravaging me.
Squelch! I plunged down like a bombing run. Her lower belly was flush against the desk. My thick glans scraped from entrance to clit-bearing wall like a pickaxe tilling the field. From below, you'd see her mound bulging slightly. "Ahhaang!" Rose cried out. I kneaded her plump breasts while shaking my hips. Her meaty ass slapped against my pelvis with wet smacks. The impacts made her cheeks quiver, her cute anus winking tight.
"Eungh... hnnk."
Rose's moans poured endlessly. Sometimes shrieking like screams, other times high-pitched aah-aahs. Nothing like her usual stoic calm—she showed zero restraint in sex with me. More intense than Chloro or Nina, more than any woman before. Her clenched lips gripped my cock; as I advanced, they dragged along, retreating they pulled back. That mere millimeter stretch and shrink. Witnessing her most precious place dominated by my pistons gave ultimate conquest.
Suddenly feeling her gaze, I looked up—our eyes met. Legs splayed ballerina-style, bent over and pounded mercilessly, yet she craned her neck to stare at me. Her eyes brimmed with pathos. Her insanely arched back created a brutal curve of beauty. From this angle, her pupils skewed right, mouth slack and drooling. I'd never seen Rose so utterly undone.
"Something you want to say?"
"Ngh."
Her face twisted. Shame? Yet she opened her mouth to answer. That's Rose for you—she never ignores my words.
"I wanted to watch Manager's face... while being pounded so fiercely from behind."
Smack! Smack! Even as I hammered her relentlessly, she twisted to gaze at me. Her head bobbed unstably from the impacts. But her eyes never left mine. A desperate, pleading stare. No complex emotions—just pure longing to keep seeing me.
"......"
I wanted to ravage her even harder.
"Scoot forward a bit."
She shifted into standard doggystyle, propped on knees and elbows. I climbed onto the desk. Thrusting down from above. Squelch.
"Hnnk!"
Her feet dangled past my thighs off the desk edge. My wrists encircled her ribs; hands seized her full breasts, fingers twisting nipples.
"Heek!"
Rose flinched and wailed. Her bare feet thrashed wildly in the air with each downward plunge. She twisted back to look at me again.
"Manager... Manager..."
She called my name so pitifully. Fierce pleasure raced up from my prostate. Her upturned gaze flickered—she knew. Chloro too; these girls could always tell when I was about to cum.
"Please, inside!"
Rose begged. Thud. Thud. Splat. I answered with fiercer pistons.
"Hnnk."
She moaned. And I reached climax. Gurgle!!! I kept shaking my hips. Just the first spurt so far. Gurgle! Second. Gurgle! Third. Even post-peak, I kept moving, flooding her depths.
Swept in ecstasy's tsunami, Rose buried her face in the desk, shuddering. Her feet clenched wrinkled and curled tight. Pop! I pulled out my spent cock. Freshly cum, yet no urge to rest. My weary lower half stiffened right back up, eager to ravage Rose again.
"Rose."
"Yes."
She half-lifted her arm-buried face to look at me.
"Can I see those body paintings from the magazine earlier?"
"Understood."
She obeyed my request as always. Her flesh bloomed with gorgeous colors. What followed was pure madness.
"How does this look?"
Tiger-girl Rose asked. She lay splayed like a submissive dog, legs spread wide. Back, ass, and limbs in orange with black stripes; belly, breasts, and crotch pure white. Overwhelming visuals that could burst my heart. Squelch! No need to say I slammed my raging cock straight into that tiger pussy.
"Kyaaang!"
"...?!"
Rose bared fangs in a feral grimace and moan. Her hands clawed the air like rawr! Her face bore faint tiger stripes too, but they were meaningless against the flush of red.
"So that's the concept."
She was fully committed, in every sense.
"Kraaaang!"
I roared back and charged. Pounded her obedient missionary pose like an airstrike. Smack! Smaack! Amid the frenzy, I caught her baiting tongue—like fishing lure right at my nose—and sucked it between my lips. Lowering further, I devoured her mouth. Even as I pistoned, our lips ground fiercely. Slurp. Her long tongue slipped between, licking my cheek, tapping my earlobe, then caressing helix and conch. The heat and wetness felt incredible.
Switch to rear-entry, and Rose was a true lioness. Head thrown back, roaring moans. Sharp fangs, red tongue, silver saliva arcing in parabolas. Her repertoire was endless. Lingerie up top, black pantyhose below via body paint for doggystyle? Ultimate sexiness blending bare legs and stockings. She captured that denier density while keeping the nude feel vivid. Geometric patterns adorned her legs like constellations. Once, her whole body gleamed metallic gold, like dipped in molten gold. Metallic body painting, right? Insanely hot. It exaggerated subtle muscles and skin texture. Wrinkles in armpits, abs, navel, soles— all hyper-sexualized.
Thus I tumbled with Rose, over and over. Each time I erupted, her legs crushed my waist; arms stroked my back and neck. Never imagined that poised, calm girl was so starved. Exhausted, we rested right there on the desk. Her legs snaked around my hips and thighs like pythons; arms the same.
"Thank you."
Rose whispered.
"Keep leading me. Always."
I kissed her forehead instead of words. When I dozed and woke, Rose—now neatly dressed— was meticulously cleaning every inch of me. Cheeks, neck, hands, lower belly with wipes and towels. But my cum-and-juice-soaked cock? She cleaned it with her mouth.
"This is more thorough."
She explained her turbo-wash like it was pure duty—even as I'd already fired a load down her throat. She averted her eyes the whole time. Gulped it down, sucked devotedly for ten seconds. Pop! My glans emerged spotless from her lips.
And so our ecstatic first night with Rose passed.