Livestock Secretary Exchange Meeting (3)
"To think I'd get to see such a beauty talking like that in person."
"Indeed. Chairman Kamijo's snagged himself something special."
"Enough teasing—get on with it already!"
Under Johnson's guidance, Shiori slowly spread her legs over the massive dildo standing upright on the floor.
"Shiori, we're starting the insertion now."
Johnson placed his hand on her thigh. At this point, all he had to do was press down, and the dildo would slide right in.
"How about it, Shiori? Excited?"
"Y-yes...♥️."
As he slowly pressed on her thigh, the tip of the dildo touched her pussy. The moment they met, Shiori's face twisted briefly.
Johnson wasn't one to let that slide.
"Shiori, what's wrong? Why are you hesitating?"
"...It's just... bigger than I thought. It won't fit in my pussy."
"It's fine. It's custom-made to your pussy's size. And the material's super soft, so it'll go in easy."
Despite his words about softness, it held its rigid shape. What choice did she have? Shiori had no options left. Even if it tore her lower body apart, she had to force it in somehow.
"Still..."
"Now!"
Shiori flinched at Johnson's sudden shout. But then she saw Kamijo glaring at her with displeasure, and she understood why. The longer she delayed, the more it damaged Kamijo's standing. These rich men's ego battles might seem trivial, but they often weren't. If she wounded Kamijo's pride too deeply, the fallout could spread to her entire family. She'd already betrayed them once in her mind, but she couldn't let real harm come to them.
In the end, Shiori slowly bent her knees. As her lower body descended, the dildo thrust upward into her pussy with piercing force. Of course, it didn't go in smoothly.
"Ughhh!"
As she tried to slowly push it in while gripping it, Johnson suddenly smacked her ass with his thick palm.
"Eek!"
"No hands. Put it in hands-free. Hands behind your head."
"Y-yes......"
She started pushing again, and her pussy lips spread wide. If she'd been a virgin or never given birth, it might have torn her. But Shiori was a married woman with childbirth experience. Her tightness was unbelievable for one, but that didn't matter. The key was she could stretch to accommodate shocks and had done so before.
Her pussy began swallowing the dildo's head. Sweat drenched her face.
Then, one of the spectators called out.
"Hold on."
"Huh......"
Shiori was already out of it, so Johnson responded.
"What is it?"
"Looks like we need to change things up a bit."
"For what reason?"
"Think about it. From what we can see, who knows if this secretary Shiori really wants that dildo in there, or if Chairman Kamijo's just forcing her?"
"True."
"Yeah."
It was a valid objection. If it was just coercion, most people here could do the same.
"Then, Shiori—from now on, while inserting the dildo, declare it's your own will."
"Pardon......?"
Shiori glanced anxiously between the dildo and the spectator, then at Kamijo last. He nodded silently. Seeing even that, she realized she had no choice. She had to do it—and say she wanted it.
"Shiori, you're inserting it because you want to, right?"
Shiori nodded at Johnson's question.
"Y-yes. I'm the kind of woman who can't be satisfied without a massive, thick cock."
"Exactly. That's why I gifted it to you."
As Kamijo clapped, Shiori nodded vigorously.
"Yes. I'm so grateful to Chairman Kamijo for giving me such a dildo."
Shiori's eyes rolled back as the dildo began entering her pussy entrance.
"Ohoooook!"
The overwhelming girth made her tongue loll out automatically, drool spilling down. Her body was already broken in response. Just the tip was in, but if it all went inside, she'd be ruined beyond repair. Her pussy seemed to scream that it couldn't take more. But Shiori pushed on. Incurring Kamijo's wrath terrified her more.
"When's it all the way in?"
The spectators started looking bored again.
"O-only the tip's in...... But I'll push through. I can do it...... Just a bit more."
Johnson, done waiting, pressed firmly on her thighs. Her barely resisting lower body sank, and the dildo plunged deep inside. Without warning, it filled her completely, stabbing right at her cervix.
She tried to endure, but having tasted the sensation of it poking her cervix, Shiori couldn't hold back.
"Ughk... Uguuk......!"
Her face was a wreck. Tears, snot, drool—all flowed wildly without distinction. Her mind might already be shattered. No coherent words came out—just babbling with drool streaming and eyes rolled back.
Fuji, watching, squeezed his eyes shut and turned away, unable to bear the pathetic sight.
Meanwhile, Shiori clung to her fading consciousness, fighting blurry vision.
The spectators shouted again.
"That's it? Just insertion? My secretary could do that."
"Yeah. Insertion alone? I could do worse."
"Chairman Kamijo couldn't have gotten anything better."
At the overt provocation, Johnson glanced cautiously. Sure enough, Kamijo trembled with suppressed rage. No telling what he'd do if his pride was hurt. Johnson's job was to stimulate Shiori as much as possible first.
"Hurry—start thrusting, Shiori! You're a pervert who loves masturbating with massive cocks, aren't you?!"
Johnson grabbed a four-tailed whip and lashed her back repeatedly.
Smack! Thwack!
Red welts striped her back, snapping Shiori back to reality.
"Y-yes. Shiori's a pervert who masturbates like this......"
Each grueling squat and rise battered her cervix with the rigid dildo.
My... pussy walls are being pushed up and down over and over... If this keeps going... I'll... break.
Her mind reeled from the clash of vast pleasure and pain. On the fourth rep, she broke. Fluids gushed from inside her along the dildo.
C-can't... hold it...♥️.
It wasn't passionate sex or joyful mating. Frankly, it wasn't arousing to watch. It felt like reluctant onahole masturbation. The difference? Usually men used onaholes—but here, it was reversed. And with each thrust, the onahole was breaking. Naturally, the onahole was Shiori.
She began shattering spectacularly.
Johnson didn't miss a beat.
"How is it, Shiori?"
"F-feels good...♥️."
"How good?"
"It hurts and it's agony, but every time it hits my cervix, I can't hold back...♥️."
Like hypnosis, answering Johnson's constant questions forced her to focus on her sensations. That focus amplified the pleasure. All her nerves zeroed in on the cervix impacts.
"Eek! Uheeek♥️."
Suddenly, far more fluid squirted out than before, soaking the floor into a puddle.
"Climax?"
"Looks like it."
"Cumming from something that huge inside—ain't something you see every day."
Shiori's face was unrecognizable—pain or pleasure, who knew? Definitely not normal.
"Can't... stop cumming...♥️ No, no more!!!"
Her body shuddered violently.
"Ughk."
Splat.
Shiori collapsed onstage, dildo still buried in her pussy. Her legs twitched like vibrations.
Only then did the spectators applaud.
"Can't beat Chairman Kamijo with that."
"Impressive. What was the size again?"
"Not sure exactly, but definitely not something you'd taste in a lifetime."
"Yeah."