I Absolutely Don't Have That Kind of Taste (4)
Stimulating each other, getting stimulated in return. There must be dozens of positions for relentlessly mixing our lusts, even if I roughly counted them. Like facing each other and whispering sweet nothings while embracing like lovers. Or, as Dorothy put it, sitting side by side and gently fondling each other's genitals. Or focusing solely on pleasure, licking each other's privates with our mouths.
Out of those, we chose the second one. Not drowned in love, not lost in raw lust. Still, for a pet dog like me, it was luxurious enough.
"Our shoulders are touching right now. Is that okay with you, Dorothy-nim?"
"I touched your cock with my hand earlier—now shoulders are supposed to be a big deal? But it's hard and uncomfortable, so don't press too close."
"I'll try..."
What mutt in the world could knead an apprentice witch's breasts while receiving a handjob? ...No, wait. Honestly, this was pretty ecstatic even among human men.
I lightly scratched her cheek, then placed my hand right behind where she sat. Better for her to tease me first than for me to suddenly grab her tits.
Unlike me, who'd stripped off pants and underwear, Dorothy still hid her body under her white sweater. As I sat beside her, my erect cock twitching, she stared at it intently and whispered.
"To make that feel good, do I just grip and stroke it like Neria did? That's about all the knowledge I have."
"Since it's your first time, let's start with that."
"Understood. You're far more expert in this field, Mr. Nam Dowon, so I'll follow you as much as possible. Think of me as your sex apprentice and command me freely."
Freely command you? Fine by me. Caught by those words, I spun some weird fantasies while Dorothy moved one hand from her thigh to me. Her long, pale fingers stopped at my glans—the swollen, throbbing tip. She explored it with index and middle fingers, then thumb, finally gripping lightly.
It felt like I was a sex ed textbook now, no joke.
"The texture is bizarre for human flesh. Hard to compare it to anything... Ah, can I grip a bit harder?"
"Yes. As long as it's not too much."
"Not too much. Hmm. Vague and abstract—better with concrete examples..."
After pondering, Dorothy shifted slightly and spoke.
"Mr. Nam Dowon. You're planning to touch my breasts anyway, right?"
"...Uh..."
"That's exactly what you're thinking. Show me the strength directly—it'll be easier to understand."
At the same time, she groped around her side. Looking for my hand, apparently. Soon she found the one behind her back and guided it to her waist.
"You can touch under my clothes. Right now, I think I can handle it without much discomfort."
Dare to permit a lowly mutt like me to touch at will? I slipped the approved hand slowly under her white sweater.
"Your hand's a bit cold."
"...Compared to inside your sweater, of course."
"Ah, true... Sorry for being a dumb drunk, Mr. Nam Dowon."
Unlike her grumbling about the cold, her skin felt incredibly warm. From her lean waist without an ounce of fat, to the soft lower belly, then the firm upper abs toned from training. Enjoying the plush warmth, my hand reached...
"Does the bra get in the way...? Then the hook in front..."
"......"
"...You're already at it. Well, I'm not in a position to complain."
The bra struggling to support those massive tits. I unhooked the front clasp—probably there—and pushed it aside. Bulging traces moved under her sweater. ...And those cylindrical marks appearing late? Obviously my fingers.
"......"
"......"
Sinking into flesh as I squeezed. Kneading from the underboob with force to savor the weight. Soon Dorothy cleared her throat.
"Is that really the right strength? It feels stronger than I expected."
"It'll be fine. This is how I usually am with Neria."
"One more time: You're not just groping hard because you want to toy with my breasts, right?"
"...Not at all. Not at all."
"Unconvincing, but... I said I'd follow, so I'll do exactly what you did. Exactly."
One breast lifted made her sweater wrinkle, casting a short shadow. Somehow, this felt lewder than full nudity. As her soft nipple teased under my fingers, uneasy breaths came from beside me.
Handsome gorilla, earthworm, now big dog when drunk... But her lust was real enough. Good thing she wasn't numb there too.
"There. I groped your chest like you did mine. How's that? Say it hurts now, and I'll forgive you."
"...Feels like you could grip harder."
"Harder...? Are you a masochist, Mr. Nam Dowon?"
"N-no. I don't have that taste. Didn't you watch earlier...?"
"True. You shot beastlier cum when fucking Neria than when under her. So harder is better, then..."
Semen stench, roughly. I grinned awkwardly; soon more force entered her hand. Pumping hard to feed blood to my aroused cock—I could feel it. But to Dorothy, unfamiliar with the sensation, it looked worrying. She fidgeted, teasing the nipple erect. Finally, she nudged my shoulder.
"Tasting's over. Now I'll grip at that strength steadily. No regrets."
"Yes. And if you stroke up and down hard from there, it'll be just like this morning."
Hers was a lousy handjob, forgetting all she'd learned, but it was the basics anyway. Staring at me, then my cock, she muttered.
"Then that's today's goal. Endure the disgust and make you cum by hand."
"Fine by me..., but are you okay, Dorothy-nim?"
"Thanks for caring, but the buzz helps. And I've adapted a bit."
"...Glad to hear."
"Keep gaining experience like this, and someday I might even have sex with you."
Starting easy since it's first time. Confidently, she began stroking my cock softly.
"......"
"......Ngh, wait, Mr. Nam Dowon...?"
"What's wrong?"
"Well...... No, nothing. Foreplay naturally includes that spot."
"If you hate it, I'll touch your breasts again."
"It's fine. Do it like with Neria. ...I'll spread my thighs too."
...Not the breasts this time. Much lower. Inside her skirt.
"...Mm, ngh, ......"
Leaning her waist against my arm like lovers. Spreading her thighs herself.
"Hng....... Hek... "
Over black stockings and panties. The spot that got wet just from pretending to fuck.
Now bone-dry after time passed.
"Haa..., ......Hic, ...Huu......"
Until wet again. Leisurely stroked by fingertips.
"...So persistent. Foreplay is..."
"Preferences vary. Some dive in deep, some just set the mood."
"Ngh..., stroking the cli...toris over and over like you—definitely the former."
"I like it."
"......Still, not like a dog lapping eagerly, but precisely there, relentlessly......"
"......"
"I compared you to a big dog, so you're sulking...?"
"No way."
"Come to think, my nipple earlier—you flicked it like a pup begging milk."
"......"
"Imagining it really disgusts me..."
Squeeze, squeeze, squeeze. Her hand sped up vengefully—but too weak to make me cum. Better to move myself this time.
"But... ...Hoo. Actually, the one who likes that is you, Dorothy-nim."
"Likes? What do you..., wa-wait..."
Her unskilled hand wouldn't do. Those pretty thighs would help more than Neria-level.
I gently pushed Dorothy down, grabbed her thigh as she fell sideways. Wanted to pound her pussy raw, but that's crazy. Thigh-fucking? She could handle that now.
Pressing her lightly, I thrust my cock between her thighs.
"I'll cum like this, so could you lie prone on the bed? For reconfirmation too."
"...No. I don't have that taste."
"Best match for your tastes from what we can infer. But if you object? Weren't you the rational one?"
"......"
"Plus, you said you'd obey me earlier."
Covering her face with her hand, breathing hard. I pressed her thigh for pressure, thrust my cock more between them.
...Like that experiment in front of Neria. Dominating her atop, treated like a pup, now pinning Dorothy firmly beneath.
Rough breaths with thuds. Slaps. No peak pleasure visible, yet boiling cum until ready.
"......"
"......"
Her ear, flushed red as she lay sideways being fucked, couldn't be fully covered by her hand.
"Really hate it that much?"
After minutes of steadfast refusal, Dorothy's answer finally shifted slightly.
"......Mr. Nam Dowon."
"Yes."
"...If it even slightly displeases me, you're done."