The Cat Rides on Top
Miyeon straddled me, rolling her hips with desperate little movements.
“Ungh! Haang! This thing… hngh…! It really is too big…! Ha…!”
Since it was her first time, her motions were clumsy and basic. But that was more than enough. Miyeon’s stunning face and perfect body were designed to drive men wild. Add in the cat ears and collar she wore right now, and the effect was overwhelming. I was no exception—my cock stood rock-hard, throbbing upward.
The pleasure she felt was just as intense.
Even though I’m the one moving… my insides keep twitching and it feels way too good…!
This was humiliating, degrading cowgirl service sex. Being forced to climb on top of a man and shake her hips for him. But the pleasure itself wasn’t fake.
“Aht! Huht! Ahh…! Haang!”
Her waist kept pumping faster and faster. Her body was falling into the rhythm of sex all on its own. She had been ordered to do this, yet before long she was moving by herself, frantically hunting for the spots that felt best. Miyeon seemed almost startled by her own behavior.
Wearing cat ears and a collar, moaning like a whore on top of a man. How the hell did I end up like this?
In Miyeon’s life, men had always been kept at a distance. She was a model, so caution was necessary, and her personality had always been that way. She didn’t like lewd things and had zero interest in them. Men became idiots the moment they saw her body. She looked down on them and felt superior while doing it.
But being with me was different.
“Whoa. It’s insanely tight. Feels like my dick is getting wrung out.”
“Please, stop saying things like that…!”
“Hey now. Watch the tone.”
“Kya-nyang!”
I gave her ass a sharp slap. A strange, electric pleasure shot through her.
“You didn’t forget about the photo, right?”
“Ugh…”
Miyeon forced a smile and started acting cute again, using an expression she never imagined she’d show a man.
“Haa…! Huah! D-does it feel good, Master?”
“Oh, look at those hips move. At this rate I might actually delete the picture.”
“…You promised you would.”
The sex had started because of that photo. For some reason the bikini picture I held over her head made her so anxious she couldn’t stand it. She kept telling herself it wasn’t that serious—if it came down to it she could just claim it was practice with a classmate. Deep down she already knew I wasn’t the type to actually spread it. My threat had been pure bluff. It was obvious.
It had nothing to do with being timid or calculating. I simply wasn’t the kind of guy who would do something like that. On that point, she trusted me.
Then why did I think the photo had to be deleted?
What if it got out? What if it spread online? In reality it wouldn’t be that big a deal. She was a model. Plenty of people posted far bolder shots on their socials. Yet the fear still wrapped around her like chains. Once the worry took root it grew uncontrollably. She had to get rid of that photo. She had to make me delete it. Otherwise she’d never feel safe. That single thought had completely filled her head.
“Hmm. It feels good, but just fucking gets boring after a while.”
“Ahng! Hng! Please enjoy Miyeon’s pussy as much as you want, Master.”
“Good. Now shake those tits more.”
In the end she was serving me in full cat cosplay. Obviously the situation should have disgusted her…
Then why does it feel this good…!
If she was being forced, she should at least hate it. When I first made her wear the ears and collar, disgust had flooded her. But the moment sex started, everything changed. From start to finish the pleasure was overwhelming. When I groped her breasts and pussy. When I tormented her and made her cum. Even now, as she actively rolled her own hips. Every time my cock speared deep inside her, ecstasy exploded outward. It was stronger than any joy she had ever known.
“Yes! Haang! Ung! Ahng! Uhhng…!”
These weren’t moans performed to please me. They were real sounds spilling out because it felt so fucking good. Before long she stopped trying to hold them back. Her lewd movements already laid her soul completely bare anyway.
It really feels too good. Masturbating doesn’t even compare…!
If she had stayed completely indifferent it might have been different, but once the switch flipped, her hips refused to stop. The toned, elastic body she maintained every single day was now being used for nothing but sex.
“Those moves are incredible. Does it really feel that good?”
“N-not really… I just want to finish quickly…!”
“Your hips are moving like a total slut. Is it good right here?”
“Ahng! Ung…! Ah, inside… huht! When you press there… uhhng…!”
It wasn’t just sex with any man. It felt good because it was sex with my cock. Even as a virgin she understood that clearly.
His dick is just stupidly huge for no reason…!
She could feel the head grinding against her deepest spots. Was it really okay to feel this good? Even though she was the one moving, she couldn’t control herself. Honestly, at this point the photo didn’t even matter anymore. That was how good the sex was. She even started subtly adjusting her angle to hit the best places.
This is basically showing him every single weakness I have….
Of course my cock was huge to begin with. Even so, she didn’t want to become a girl who came this easily. She felt like that would mean losing to this pathetic loser. The problem was that the sex felt way too good. The pleasure was so intense she could forget the pride she had protected her entire life, even if only for a little while.
“Haang! Ahng! This feels so good…! Ahhhng!”
Squish, squish.
Obscene wet sounds kept echoing from below. Every time her ass slapped down, more juice sprayed out. When had she gotten this wet? Was it all because my cock felt so good?
“Don’t worry about the sound or the mess. Just do whatever feels good. I like everything.”
“Ung…! Haa…! Huang!”
Bastard. Giving such perverted orders and then acting kind. How the hell did he read her mind so easily?
The strange thing was that hearing those words from me changed how her pussy felt.
This is insane. Every time my ass collides with him it feels too good.
Squish! Slap! Slap! Slap!
Before she knew it Miyeon’s movements had turned fierce. Her head was blank, drowned in pleasure. My permission had unlocked something inside her. She slammed herself up and down with wet, filthy sounds.
“Does that spot feel good?”
“Ung… when you hit there… it feels good… ht!”
“Just enjoy it. When you feel good, I get that much harder.”
“Hang! Ung! Haang!”
That’s why I told you to stop saying that. Her body was already out of control. Those words only made her move even more desperately.
No. I want it. It already feels so good I think I’m going to break. My body wants more.
Even while she shook, her waist and ass moved with subtle little circles, searching for better angles. Every time my glans rubbed her inner walls, lightning raced up her spine.
“Huaa… haa…! Ahh…! Hue…!”
Slap! Slap!
Her mind grew steadily numb with pleasure. Her face melted, completely lost in sex. Nothing existed except sex. Except cock. She ground the wonderful dick that made her feel this good against every inch of her insides. She was already shaking her ass like a whore.
“Hue…! Hang! It feels so good… Jihun’s cock… feels so good…! Haaang!”
Using her trained model’s body, she rode me with everything she had. No one had taught her, yet instinct told her exactly what to do. Because it felt better that way. Because my cock reacted more strongly that way.
After shaking her ass with frantic effort—
“Haang! Huang! I-I’m… cumming…! Uhhhuuuung!”
Her whole body shuddered as she came. The sudden climax gave her no time to prepare or hold back. Her back arched, head thrown back, drool spilling from her open mouth. A pathetic, sloppy defeat to a man’s cock. Her expression had completely melted into pure bliss. And yet she was definitely wearing a happy face.
“Hak… heh… hueee…”
She didn’t feel frustrated or embarrassed. The pleasure was simply too overwhelming. It felt like her brain had been drenched in paint called happiness. This spreading satisfaction could not be replaced by anything else in the world.
“Haa…! Ung…! Haa…!”
“Tired?”
“Huu… heh… ung…”
She had moved so frantically in her pleasure that her entire body was soaked with sweat. Someone once said sex is the best workout. This was harder than any workout. Her stamina was completely spent.
“Come here.”
I pulled her into my arms and held her gently. Our bodies overlapped naturally. My embrace felt surprisingly safe and warm. She unconsciously surrendered her exhausted body to it. Just being held like this felt good.
Even though it was me. The loser who used to grovel at her every word. The guy who had nothing to brag about except his cock.
“Want to rest like this a bit and go again?”
“Ung. This time… you get on top…”
You’ve lost it, Seong Miyeon. What the hell are you saying? But she didn’t want to leave this cozy feeling.
“I’ll lie down… so be gentle.”
“Then that’s what we’ll do. Just relax for now.”
“Huuung…”
My hand stroked her body—head, waist, back, ass. The touch sent shivers and ticklish pleasure through her. Her body, which had just come, started heating up again.
This can’t be happening….
It had clearly started as blackmail. Yet the fact that I was on her side, the fact that we were having sex and then cuddling like this… felt so good. She wanted to keep feeling it. For a moment she genuinely thought that from the bottom of her heart.
****
The cowgirl session with Miyeon was honestly the best.
At first the stimulation felt a little weak and disappointing. But there was a special thrill that came from the woman moving on her own. Watching her gradually change was even better. As she got used to the pleasure her movements grew faster. After several rounds her face melted with ecstasy. By the end she was shaking her ass like she had lost her mind.
The sight of a woman drowning in pleasure on my cock. What could excite a man more?
Of course it’d be disappointing if it ended there.
Just looking at Miyeon’s cat ears made my dick hard again instantly. After a short break we started fucking once more.
“Ang! Huang! Wait…! Too fast…! Uhhhuuung!”
This time I took control with doggy style. I pinned her tired wrists and pounded the helpless girl from behind.
“Y-you liar…! You said you’d be gentle!”
“I’m in the mood to fuck you rough right now. Shut up and milk me with that pussy.”
“Haaaaaaaang!”
Despite her complaints, Miyeon seemed to enjoy it a lot. Her satisfied face and voice made that obvious. Maybe her pride was so strong that being forced like this turned her on even more. It let her lose herself in pleasure and sex more easily.
“Chup… slurp… glup…”
The finale was, of course, a Cleaning Fellatio. With her exhausted body Miyeon diligently cleaned my cock with her mouth. I had threatened to fuck her again if she refused, but once she started she looked up at me and sucked with real effort. She had done it so many times now that her technique was excellent.
“Whew. That’s nice. Nothing beats a girlfriend’s cleaning blowjob after sex.”
“Who are you calling your girlfriend? You never even confessed.”
“You’d turn me down anyway.”
Miyeon glanced at me.
“…Honestly, I still think I’m too good for you.”
It was a fact, so I had nothing to say. A model at Miyeon’s level would be out of reach for most guys. The fact that a girl like her was slurping on my cock was exactly what made it hot.
“But you like my dick, right?”
“…When that’s your only good point.”
“For a man, that’s the biggest point there is.”
People say if your dick is big you can rule the world. Obviously an exaggeration, but maybe I really could build my own personal harem. Living a life where I received this kind of service from Miyeon every day would be incredibly thrilling.
“Damn it. Why is it getting hard again?”
“Because watching you suck my cock is too erotic.”
“You’re blaming me?”
“Since it’s already hard, how about one more round?”
“…”
In the end we did it again. This time Miyeon even volunteered to get on top once more. The Pregnancy Skill’s effect should have worn off by now, yet she was shockingly obedient and eager.
Who Forced You
The lingering subconscious imprint from that passive was apparently stronger than I expected.
With this… if I play my cards right…?
It looked like I could fully train Miyeon into my personal bitch. With pleasant thoughts like that, I enjoyed the sight of her firm, bouncy ass.