A Box of Condoms
I hesitated like a child standing before a feast, unable to decide where to start—until Song Yura flinched and offered a timid little protest.
"M-Master... please, just calm down a little first."
"I told you it wouldn't matter if you regretted it."
"But I haven't even washed yet. I've been running around all over the place, and I sweated so much..."
"I don't care."
I didn't have the patience to wait for something like that. And buried beneath that impatience was another desire I couldn't quite hide—I wanted to smell her, just as she was.
"Nnh... ahh...!"
Whether she understood what I was feeling or not, the moment I started licking her nape, Song Yura twitched from the ticklish embarrassment—and still let out sweet, pleasured moans.
"Ah—ahh! Nnh, nnnnhhh! M-Master..."
I sucked at her neck with wet, lingering kisses. I could have gone on like that forever and been perfectly happy. There was no smell of sweat at all—only a faint, sweet floral scent.
"Ahhh...!"
Song Yura, who had been trembling in little shivers, let out an excited moan and threw her arms around me. The feel of those slender arms wrapping around my body was deeply satisfying.
I can't hold back anymore.
I stripped her roughly. By the time I'd pulled off even her socks, Song Yura was left in nothing but a matching set of sexy black lingerie.
Women's underwear never looks like much once it's off. But on a body like hers—fitted just right—it made every line look devastating. Just looking at her was enough to stoke a man's lust.
Unlike the way I'd peeled her clothes off piece by piece, I shed my own in a single rush. Song Yura panicked and cried out.
"I-I have something prepared for what comes next!"
She said it with the frantic urgency of a child who'd rehearsed a talent-show act, and it was so cute I couldn't help but laugh.
"What is it?"
"First, please sit down and get comfortable."
Even through my underwear, the sheer size of me was on full display. Song Yura swallowed quietly. I did as she asked.
She knelt carefully in front of me and spoke.
"I'll serve you with my mouth now. I don't think I properly showed you how good my mouth can feel last time."
That wasn't true. Her mouth had been more than fine before. She'd swallowed every last drop of me, too. But the look on her face was so earnest that I decided there was no need to say so.
"Nnh... ehcuse me..."
She tugged my underwear halfway down with her teeth, just far enough to free my cock, then simply stared at it with burning eyes—long enough to make me ache—before parting her lips and slowly taking me in.
"Hhlk... hhlk... slrrp, slrrrp!"
She didn't swallow me all at once. She started at the head, letting saliva spill as she licked and licked, then gradually, so gradually, took more and more of me until her eyes squeezed shut and the whole of my cock had vanished into her mouth.
The pleasure and satisfaction that rose through me were staggering. The softness of her tongue, the warmth of her breath, and the simple fact that Song Yura had taken every inch of me and was sucking—it was almost too much.
"Haaahmm, hhlk! Slrrp, mmph! Mmph!"
And she didn't stop there. Unlike last time, she tilted her face this way and that, working every surface of my cock with a thoroughness that was hard to believe belonged to the same mouth I'd had three days ago. Delicate and fierce all at once.
"Mashter... doesh it feel good?"
The sight of her talking around my cock was so cute and so filthy that a low groan slipped out of me, and I turned my head.
"Kh..."
That reaction delighted her. She sucked harder, more fiercely. My lower belly felt flooded with her heat. The urge to come surged up all at once.
"C-cum... pleash. Fill my mouth..."
"Ngh!"
"Hnnnngh! Hnnh, ah...!"
As if it had been waiting for exactly this moment, my cock pulsed and poured. The satisfaction of release stole every word from me. I leaned back and simply let myself have it.
"Mmph, mmphh!"
At first she tried to swallow in neat little gulps. But when my orgasm just kept going, Song Yura made up her mind and pushed me all the way into her throat, taking every last drop.
She swallowed and swallowed, her throat working around me. I had gone so deep that the column of her neck swelled slightly. I could see exactly how far I'd reached.
"Glk... glk... nnh, nnhh! Gulp..."
A single tear slipped down her cheek, and still she didn't spill a drop. The fact that she'd taken all of it seemed to fill her with genuine joy.
And then—
"It was so delicious."
"Don't lie."
"I-it's true! Please believe me. I would never, ever lie to you, Master! People say semen usually tastes bitter, but it varies from person to person. Or maybe I'm just a pervert who likes the taste!"
"...Fine. I believe you."
If I kept refusing, she looked ready to burst into tears on the spot. That wasn't a sight I wanted, so I reached out a little awkwardly and stroked her hair.
"Ah..."
Tears spilled down her face anyway.
"Why are you crying now?"
"...I-I'm just so happy. And so sorry. You shouldn't be forgiving me, Master. When I think about the things I did to you, I have no right to enjoy this moment."
"Enjoy it."
"What?"
"I said enjoy it. I gave you permission. It's fine."
"B-but..."
"Song Yura. Who am I?"
Even through her tears, she smiled.
"You're my Master."
That smile was so beautiful my cock stirred again, lifting its head as if to say it wanted a different hole this time. Song Yura lit up all over again and pulled an entire box of condoms from her handbag.
I froze. I'd been reaching for a condom of my own.
"Master?"
With a movement that was more than human, I snatched the condom I'd been holding and flung it across the room, then answered as if nothing had happened.
"Just put one on me. Quickly."
"Ah—yes!"
She tore open a fresh packet. Without so much as wrinkling her nose at the smell of the lubricant, she put the condom in her mouth.
I'd thought it would be quite the feat. Song Yura didn't hesitate for a second. She simply lowered her head with the condom still held between her lips, and—
"Mmh... mmmh."
She rolled it down my cock with her mouth, so neatly I would have believed she'd done it with her hands. From above, watching her do it, the act was almost unbearably lewd. It was living proof that this woman had surrendered to me in every possible way—and that she was willing to go this far for me.
Haah...
It was so impressive I almost laughed. A gesture like that could seize a man's heart completely, and knowing how hard Song Yura had worked at this made it impossible not to be moved. My cock was already strained to its limit, screaming to be inside her.
"Spread your legs."
"Yes..."
She understood without my having to say another word. Song Yura climbed onto the bed and opened her legs.
"Nnhh... Master... this is embarrassing."
Embarrassed or not, her pussy was soaked. Through the black lace of her panties, I could see how wet she was, glistening.
I hadn't even touched her, and she was already like this.
"...So you really are that filthy."
I barely brushed my fingers over the fabric, and Song Yura's whole body shuddered as a moan spilled out of her.
"Hahh—I-I'm sorry. It's strange, just thinking about you is enough to get me this wet without anything happening... nnhh, nnh! I-I'm such a dirty slave, I'm so sorry. I go into heat at the drop of a hat. All I ever do is imagine you taking me."
I didn't mind hearing that. Her filthiness was deeply satisfying.
I slipped my hand past the already-soaked fabric of her panties and pushed my index and middle fingers into her at once.
"Hyaaaahn, hahh! Hnnh, ah, aahn... nnh, nn, nnnnh!"
My fingers slid in easily, and even just fucking her with them was enough. The moans she made were so sexy that the urge to come started building again, and I wasn't even inside her yet.
I thought it wouldn't be so bad to finish her with just my fingers—but Song Yura looked up at me with desperate eyes and begged.
"M-Master. P-please put it in. Take that huge c-cock of yours and stir up your slave's p-pussy as much as you want. Nnh—it's so embarrassing. But it feels so good... nnhh, nnnnh! I-I don't even know anymore."
She might not have landed a part-time job, but it was obvious she'd been working extremely hard at this. Which was, in its own way, a little worrying.
"If I ever get the sense you're doing this kind of work at some job, I won't let it slide."
"If that ever happens, I'll bite my own tongue off before I let it go that far."
"You don't have to go that far. Just run. I can at least protect one of you."
"Ah..."
My face burned for no good reason, so I pressed the head of my cock against her immediately.
"Nnnnhh—w-wait... Master. You can't say something like that and then suddenly—hahh, haaahhh! Hyaaaaaahn!"
I pushed in.
"Ngh!"
"Nnnnhh, nnh! Aahn, i-it's too big... hahh, hyaahn! Nnnngh! I thought I'd gotten used to it, but it's still so huge... hnnnh, every time you put it in it feels too goood..."
Even with her tongue already going slack, her pussy clenched and rippled around me, refusing to let go. Just staying still like that felt so good I could have come from it alone.
"M-Master... please fuck my p-p-pussy harder. You can do whatever you want to me..."
Staying still would have been enough. But hearing her say that while she squeezed down around me, I couldn't hold back anymore. I grabbed her slender legs in both hands and shoved them up hard.
"Kyah—m-my ass is lifting off the bed..."
Her hips rose into the air, her legs nearly at a right angle, opening her so I could drive into her harder and deeper.
"Ah, ahh..."
I hadn't even started moving my hips, and Song Yura was already dripping around my cock, her body anticipating the pleasure that was coming.
And then—
"...M-Master. P-please kill me... with Master's cock."
I slammed into her.
"Hyaaaaaahn! Nnh, nnnnhh, hahh, ahn, aaaahn! I-I didn't know it could feel this good. N-no, I knew, but... nnh, nnnngh! Ah, aahn! I-I'm going crazy. Haaahn, haahn! I-I can't—!"
The bed creaked beneath us.
"Master, it feels so good. It feels too good... nnh! I-I love you. I'm sorry. Hyaaahn, I-I'm such a worthless slave. Nnh—I'm feeling it too much. I think I'm going to keep coming. Aaaahn! Hahh, hnnnngh! Sex with you feels so good I turn into an idiot! Nnhh, nnh!"
"Hah—hhah!"
I was losing my mind too. I couldn't stop my hips. The only time I even came close was when the urge to come hit its peak—and even then, I couldn't quite stop.
"Heeeehh, heehn! Ahh, y-you're still moving while you come... i-it's too amazhing..."
Our coupling only came to an end because it was time for her to leave for her part-time job. If not for that, an entire box of condoms wouldn't have been enough.