142cm Onahole
A new day dawned.
I woke up, washed, tidied up the things I’d had delivered yesterday, prepared breakfast... After finishing a variety of tasks, I kissed Park Ayoung, who had just come out of the shower.
I stirred the inside of her mouth with my long tongue and poured my saliva into her. Park Ayoung’s mind grew hazy, and she became a naive little puppy.
The mundane routine repeated itself: feeding her semen for breakfast and praising her for a job well done.
"Are you going out today...?"
"Yeah, I have to go to the States."
"The... States?"
"To meet a friend."
After finishing breakfast, I got dressed. Black trousers and a white t-shirt. Simple, but that was exactly why they highlighted my beauty even more. I tied my long hair up and packed my wallet and toiletries into my bag.
"I can just buy clothes when I get there. I’ll stick with Jennifer for lodging. I’ve got my cards and ID, everything. Good."
Before leaving, I checked everything one last time. After giving Park Ayoung instructions on precautions and meals, I stood in front of the door.
"When will you be back...?"
"I’ll be back in about a week."
"...Okay."
Park Ayoung immediately made a sullen face. If she had a tail, it would surely have been drooping low. After I’d poured semen into her all day yesterday and treated her like a dog, she really seemed to have become one.
"I’ll be back in a week. There’s food in the fridge, so eat that, and there are toys, so feel free to use them as much as you want. Got it?"
"Yes..."
"Pfft, I’m off."
After patting Park Ayoung’s head as if tapping it, I opened the door and stepped outside. I pressed the elevator button and waited for a moment. The elevator was coming up from the 25th floor. When the doors opened, a small woman was inside.
"Oh... the owner of the house?"
"Ah, you’re the one who lives on the floor below, right?"
"Yes... Oh, hello. By any chance, what is your name...?"
"I’m Haeyeon. Seo Haeyeon."
The woman who introduced herself as Kim Haeju was incredibly small. She had large breasts that didn’t match her height of mid-140cm and her petite frame. She looked just like an onahole.
"Come to think of it, I didn’t pack an onahole."
"Yes?"
"By any chance, do you have some time?"
"Time... you mean...?"
I stood next to the onahole. She was so short she only reached my waist. Her waist was thin enough to be gripped by one hand, and her appearance was decent. Among the onaholes scattered on the street, she might be the highest grade, wouldn't she?
"I, I have a husband... And children... Uh... so... that... um..."
"So what?"
"Th-the chest... it’s touching, *hngh*, it is."
The elevator was an enclosed space. It was filled with the scent of a Futanari. Could a woman who had inhaled the scent of a Futanari—a powerful aphrodisiac and drug—possibly remain safe? Not a chance.
Even a woman who didn’t know what a cock was would crawl like a dog in no time. Could a married woman who already knew what one was possibly resist?
"I have to go to the States right now, but I forgot to pack an onahole."
"Ah, that... um, my passport..."
"Mm, no. You don’t need a passport. You’re an onahole, right?"
The onahole’s expression went blank. Saliva flowing from her lips soaked her chest, and the floor of the elevator became drenched. When I carefully wrapped my arms around her waist and lifted her up, she leaned her body toward me. She wrapped her arms around my neck to make sure she wouldn’t fall. I carried the onahole, who had shyly buried her face in my neck, and got into the taxi I had called in advance.
"...Where to?"
"Gimpo International Airport."
"...Yes."
The rattling car was suffocatingly quiet. The taxi driver, myself, and the onahole in my arms were all silent. Between the onahole’s legs, love juice continued to flow. The scent of the Futanari that filled the car was clouding her mind.
"Haa, haa, ugh... *sniff*, haaaa..."
"What’s wrong?"
"The smeeeell... it’s, it’s goooood..."
The onahole’s waist began to move. Slap. Slap. Slap. The sound of clothes rubbing together echoed. Her waist moved with a practiced, lewd rhythm. It was no wonder she was a married woman; that behavior alone made it seem like she was overflowing with sexual desire.
Creak.
My erect cock grew so large it felt like it would tear through my pants.
"Haa, is the onahole acting up?"
"*Sniff*, fuuuu. H-he. Eh...?"
SPLAT!
When I struck the onahole’s buttocks with my large hand, love juice erupted as if it had been burst open. The onahole threw her head back and let out a moan. Her whole body trembled as she leaked love juice.
SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!
Until we arrived at the airport, I slapped her buttocks several times. My pants and clothes were damp, and the taxi seat was a mess, but that didn’t matter. I had firmly corrected the stupid onahole’s bad habits, and that was enough.
I gave the driver ten times the fare and got out of the taxi. Airport staff in black uniforms approached from a distance. They greeted me loudly and began to guide me. They were beauties who looked great in their uniforms. They looked at me and the onahole in my arms with nervous eyes.
"Ugh..."
When I made light eye contact, the woman immediately turned her head away. Her reaction was quite cute. The reason I was being treated like this at the airport was simple. Because I am a Futanari. And not just any inferior clone, but an Alpha-type. It was only natural to receive treatment befitting my status.
"Seo Haeyeon-nim. We will now proceed with the security check. Is that alright?"
"Sure."
"Yes, bag, toiletries, wallet, phone, and... 142cm onahole. Is that correct?"
"Yeah."
"Yes, confirmed."
The check was nothing special. It was just a formality to confirm what I was carrying once more. It was a procedure that didn’t matter whether it existed or not.
"We wish you a pleasant trip."
The Futanari-only section provided on the aircraft. Plush seats, various snacks, and stewardesses waiting half-undressed. I entered, took off my pants and underwear, and sat in the seat. My fully erect cock twitched. Transparent pre-cum was dripping from the glans.
"I-if you put something like that in... it’ll, break..."
Said the onahole, who had climbed onto my lap while undressed. She gulped as she stared at the cock that reached up to her chest. The foul smell rising from the glans and the dense scent of the Futanari that had already taken over the space mixed together, making her mind reel. Her eyes unfocused, and saliva dripped from her mouth. I could feel her pussy throbbing and leaking love juice.
"Haa."
I lifted the onahole with both hands and aligned her pussy with my glans. With a squelching sound, the tip of the glans entered her pussy.
"Eh, o-oh."
I grabbed her thin waist, which fit perfectly in my hands, and pulled her down as if pressing her into me. My massive cock pierced her small body. The way it bulged out above her navel was exactly like something out of a cartoon.
"Ek, ugh, eh. Eh? U-ugh, eh?"
"Haa, you’re quite tight, aren't you?"
With a grinding sound, her insides were forcibly widened. Even though she knew she would never be able to taste ordinary pleasure again, her body couldn’t refuse. She trembled all over from the pleasure she was tasting for the first time.
"Oooooh?! *Knghh*❤︎ *Knghh*❤︎"
"Aaaah❤︎ It feels so good❤︎"
"D-don’t, pull it outttt❤︎ Tighterrrr❤︎"
I grabbed her waist and lifted her straight up.
"*Knghh*❤︎ Hu, fuuuu❤︎ *Knghh*❤︎"
Treating her like an onahole, I pulled her body down again. Up, down. Up again, down again. As I handled her by moving back and forth from top to bottom just like using an onahole, love juice flowed down in abundance.
Thwack, thwack, thwack. The sound of flesh hitting flesh echoed continuously. Her limp body went limp in time with my movements. Her navel rose and fell, and every time the onahole was lifted, love juice sprayed out with a squelching sound.
"Fuu, haa... I’m, cummingggg!"
"Ooh❤︎ O❤︎ Ooh, ough❤︎"
"*Knghh*❤︎ Ha, haaa...❤︎"
I sprayed semen deep into her womb. The sticky semen filled the inside of the onahole’s pussy. It was semen without seeds, with no worries of pregnancy, but as if it didn’t matter, her womb descended and ovulation began. Her insides began to tighten and twitch. The vaginal walls bit down hard on my cock and clung to it. If I tried to pull it out by force, it felt like it would pull her womb out with it; she clung to me that tightly.
Semen dripped out along with love juice. The more I thrust into the onahole, the more the semen that had been inside was dragged out. Then, new semen filled the space again.
"I-is it... *knghh*... over...?"
"Over? It’s only been an hour."
"...Heh, heu, hehe..."
After I had planted my seed deep in her womb twice, the onahole asked if it was over. When I told her that only an hour had passed, I heard a weak, hollow laugh. Fourteen hours from Seoul to New York. There were 13 hours left. Even if I did it once every 30 minutes, that would be about 26 times. Her womb was already full from one ejaculation, but 26 times? I became curious about what the onahole would look like when we got off the plane.
"I don’t really prefer silicone onaholes. They break too easily. That’s why I use kids like you."
"*Knghh*, h-hic, *huuuu*❤︎"
"Does it feel like your brain is melting? Relax your body. That’s it. You don’t have to force yourself. Your body will move on its own. You just have to enjoy it."
When I looked elsewhere for a moment, the horny stewardesses were poking their own pussies. When I gestured to one of them, she approached as if she had been waiting.
"W-what can I help you with, *hngh*❤︎?"
"Hmm, my pussy feels quite empty right now. Will you suck it for me?"
"Y-yes, yes!"
The stewardess crouched in front of my seat and stuck out her tongue. Between my crotch, past the baseball-sized balls, was my pink pussy. At the sight of it, clean without a single hair, the stewardess gulped. Her mind seemed to be breaking from the fragrant peach scent emanating from Seo Haeyeon’s pussy.
"*Heuuu*❤︎ *Slurp*, *sluuuurp*❤︎"
"Mm. That’s it. Use your tongue a bit more, *mmmmm*❤︎"
"*Sluuurp*❤︎ *Slurp*, *sluuuurp*❤︎"
The stewardess’s thin tongue filled my pussy. It was infinitely smaller than a cock, but her free-spirited tongue was stirring the inside of my vagina. Thanks to that, the urge to ejaculate rose quickly.
"Aaaah❤︎ I’m, cumming againnnn❤︎"
"*Knghh*❤︎ *Knghh*❤︎ *Knghh*❤︎"
I filled the onahole with semen. The stewardess, who was sucking my pussy from below, swallowed the semen that flowed down. With a *splat*, the stewardess’s love juice was sprayed everywhere.
The plane arrived at the airport. The doors opened, and people in suits came to find us.
"*Huu*, welcome to New York."
"*Ugh*❤︎ Are we here already?"
"Yes, um, how should we handle the luggage?"
People’s gazes turned toward the onaholes sprawled around me. Semen piled high on the floor, onaholes lying on top of it, their large, gaping holes throbbing, and breasts covered in bite marks. Since about halfway through the trip, the onahole had become too loose, so I had to use the other stewardesses as well. I had thought at least one would be usable until we arrived.
"Well, just dispose of them appropriately."
"...Yes. Understood."