Humiliating Night (2)
I'm no foodie, so I'm not great at describing flavors, but if I had to put it in words, Jeong Da-jeong was like tangy orange juice, while Dok Sa-yeon was aged wine. Or maybe a toy that squeaks when you poke it.
Thwack!
"Eek...! ♡"
Pop. P-pop. P-pop. P-pop.
"Ahng, ang... haek... ang... aaahng... ♥"
Dok Sa-yeon's body wouldn't stay still for a second, bucking wildly as my cock smacked into her. Slosh, splat. Slosh, splat. Her massive tits went without saying—they bounced high and slapped against her chest. It was a majestic sight that even made me feel grand just watching, but that wasn't the only thing I liked.
Squelch. Squeeze. Sqqueeze.
"C-cervix... if you hit it like th-that... I'll... ngh..."
Sqqueeze.
"Uuuwaaang... -♥"
I pinned down her lower belly with my hand while stabbing deep at the end, and she shattered instantly. Shudder. Splurt. Chub-squish. Chub-squish.
"Ngh."
Her pussy clung to me, gooey and soft—the texture drew a groan from me on its own. 'Wonder if fucking a slime would feel like this.'
Squelch, squelch. Shlurp.
"Th-that... it's too muuuch... my belly, my belly's going craaazy. Hiiing, stop... ♡"
Squiiiish. Shluuuurp.
"Quit your whining..."
Her insides ground against my cock like they were melting it away. Felt great, but not quite enough to pull up my load, so I raised my hand and barked,
"Squeeze that pussy right!"
I whipped her huge, handprint-marked ass bright red. Smack!
"Kyaaang...! ♥!"
Pfshht. Splurt. Splurt.
Finally, her tender pussy tightened to my satisfaction. I savored every inch as I thrust my hips up relentlessly.
Plung, plung, plung, plung.
"Ang... ang... aaang...! It huuurts... huuuurts... it huuurts... ngh..."
"You're squirting like a faucet and whining about what?"
Thwack!
"Pain?"
"Aaaang... ♡"
Squeeelch. Splish, splish.
Water poured from our joined parts. The secret to that gooeyness was all the slickness—her pussy spat juices like a clam every time I plunged in.
Squeeze.
"Ack!"
"Hold still. Where do you think you're going while I'm fucking you?"
I yanked her hair back as she tried to squirm away and drove my hips harder.
Slam. Slam. Slam.
Shudder. Squeeelch. Slam...
"Ang... aaahng... it huuurts... inside... inside, it's echoing so much. It huuurts. Hurts... it huuuurts... ♡"
"Yeah. I like it."
Climax creeping up. I gripped her waist tight with my free hand and hoisted her up like a fleshlight, pounding away.
Plung. Pluuung. Shluuunk, plooooong. Plung, plung, plung, plung.
"Oog, guk... gruk... ook... ♡"
Impaled vertically on my cock, she couldn't hold her head steady, spilling sloppy moans nonstop.
Slam. Thwack. Slaaaam.
"Ook, oook. Goook, guk... gukuuk, ook, ogooook... -"
"Haa, haa, ngh..."
Those vulgar sounds from her innocent face had my backed-up load screaming to burst out.
Thwack-thwack, thwack-thwack-slam, thwack. Slaam...
"Guk... guk... belly... bel-lyguuk... breaking, ook. Breaking... t-ripping... guk.."
The limit now. I buried my cock balls-deep in her pussy and smacked her ass cheek.
Crack!
"Kyaaak...!"
Splurt, squiiiish, squiiiish- ♥
"Ngh, cumming...!"
"...! N-no. Don't... ♡"
Her spasming squeeze milked me, and I flooded her precious depths with my seed.
"Auuuuk... uk... ♥"
Squeeelch, gush. Gush.
"H-how... again, inside... "
Gloop, gloop. Gloop.
"I-if this keeps up, I might even get... pregnant..."
"What's the worry? If it happens, just have it."
Squish, squish.
"Your tits could feed a hundred kids."
Sqqueeze. Gush, guuush. Squeeech.
"Ook... uuook.. ♥!"
"Shut up and take it all."
I yanked her hair like reins, wringing out every last drop before finally releasing her.
Plop. Thud.
Gape, drool.
"Hic..."
Gape. Drip.
"Huuuk..."
"Doing a little performance?"
Her pussy lips fluttered in time with her sobs, spitting out cum.
"Fun to watch, but wasting what I just gave you? No point."
I scooped the leaking mess with my fingers and shoved it back in.
Squelch, squelch. Squelch.
"S-stop..."
"Got something to say after we're done?"
"...Thank you for using this worthless slave's free pussy and enjoying it..."
Grind.
"...Thank you. Please use it again next time..."
"That's it?"
"...Master Cheongun..."
Splat, splat.
"Yeah, a bit disappointing, but not unusable."
Shiver.
"Next time, squeeze better?"
"Yes..."
Grope, grope.
Overwhelmed by the humiliation, she instinctively reached for the cross necklace around her neck out of habit—but it was futile.
"Looking for this?"
Jingle.
I dangled the necklace I'd pocketed earlier while she was lost in orgasm.
"...!"
Lunge.
She reached for it, of course, but I dodged easily.
Zing.
"...Give it back."
Clearly precious to her—she glared venomously. And I loved that look most of all so far. Probably closest to her true nature.
I spun the necklace on my finger and sneered.
"Why should I?"
"...Please. Give it back, please."
"Why the hell should I?"
Jingle, jingle.
"Maybe if you do something fun, I'll consider it?"
"...! What more can I even do here...!"
"Huh?"
She gnashed her teeth.
"...What do I have to do?"
I hefted her massive tits like juggling balls, bouncing them up and down.
Thump, thump, thump, thump.
"Pray to my cock with these like you do to your god—nice and devout—and maybe?"
"...Understood."
Swoosh.
She slid off the bed, knelt between my legs, and positioned herself.
Smoosh.
Slick.
"Damn, these swallow it right up."
Her tits parted like the gates of hell, burying my cock between them in an instant.
"Thought only your lower mouth was a good eater, but any hole works for cock, huh? Real slut."
Zing.
I patted her head in praise, but she glared like she wanted to kill me.
My response? Slapped her cheek.
Smack!
"Guh!"
"Keep those eyes straight. Before I fuck 'em."
"...S-sorry."
She clutched her already swelling cheek and bowed her head.
Thus began her cock prayer. Slide, slide. Slide, slide.
Maybe the size, but the softness felt amplified. Still, as a newbie, she was clumsy as hell.
"What, you cold? Need a lighter?"
"..."
"Lube it up or spit—do something."
Munch, ptoo.
Finally, she spat a glob of bloody saliva between her tits.
Slide, tslick. Chup. Chomp.
Chop, chop, chop...
"Oh. This is heaven. Why bother with church? Just get a titjob slave."
"....."
That one hit a nerve—she sharpened her gaze again.
"What, got something to say?"
"...No."
"Then keep going."
Grind. Chop, chomp, chaaomp. Chop. Chop, chop, chop.
"Hey, don't just slide up and down—press from the sides too. Where's the effort?"
Squish. Squeeeze, chop. Chop.
"And use your mouth? I told you how to suck earlier."
Slurp. Shluuurp. Shlurp.
Chop, chop, chop. Chup.
"Yeah, yeah. Like that. Tongue in the tip too. Suck harder..."
Schlop. Schlop. Slup. Chop, chop. Squeeze. Thud. Shluuuurp.
"Huu-."
Weight class is king—her monstrous tits had pleasure shooting through me already.
"Not your first time, right? Bet you're not a real doctor—worked some handjob joint?"
"N-no... not at all."
'Hm?'
She averted her eyes—different from before. But rising climax overrode my thoughts.
Schlop, schlop. Slup. Chop, chop, chop. Schlop- ♥
"Haup... shlurp... slup... shluuurp..."
"Hey, that thing. Try it."
"What thing?"
"Saw you at dinner—clutching that cross, praying to daddy in the sky or whatever. Do it my way."
"How exactly...?"
Snicker.
"As vulgar as possible."
"....."
Jingle-jingle.
"Whatever. Skip it if you don't want."
She stared at the dangling necklace, then squeezed her eyes shut.
"C-c-cock... cock, cock..."
Jingle-jingle. Grind.
"The cock residing in my breasts..."
"Just praying?"
...Chop. Chomp. Chomp.
"May Master's cock stand firm and... rise..."
"What about a heartfelt kiss?"
...Schlop. Chop, chop. Chop...
"Shlurp... May Master's kingdom come... schlop... may Master's will be done on earth as it is in..."
Chop. Chop. Squeeze. Plung. Plung. Shlurp.
"Give me this day my daily... semen..."
Schlop- chup. Slup.
"Forgive the slaves who wrong Master, as..."
Ching, ching, ching, ching. Ching.
"Forgive my sins, shlurp. Slup... forgive me."
Schlick, schlack. Slup, slup. Beeeeep. Chopchopchopchopchop.
"Lead me, lead me, lead me not..."
Grind.
"Into temptation..."
Her face flushed crimson—I couldn't hold back the taboo thrill and erupted.
"But deliver me from eev— ngh. Shluuunk."
"Mmph... mmph..!"
Spurt. Spuuuurt.
"Mmph... hmmmph... mmph.."
Gloop, gloop. Squeeeeelch. Squeeelch.
Euphoria lifting my hips. I rammed my cock deep into her mouth.
Plung. Shlomp. Squeeze.
"Glug... kghk... guk... krrk..!"
"Hold still. You begged for your daily cum."
Zing.
Her venomous glare was the perfect side dish—I drained every drop.
Spuuurt. Squiiiirt. Gush, gush.
"Huuuu..."
Finally spent, I pulled out and looked down at her.
"Swallow it all."
"....."
...Gulp. Gulp. Guuulp.
"Guh..."
Whoosh—her exhaled breath reeked thickly of semen. I stroked her hair.
"Remember that taste. That's me."
"...Give it back now."
"Huh?"
"I did everything you said! Give it back!"
"Oh. Right."
Jingle-jingle.
I slipped off the necklace I'd worn and held it out—right as her fingers brushed it, I crushed it.
Snap-crunch.
"Ah...?"
Thud. I dropped the twisted metal lump into her stunned palm and smirked.
"There, I gave it back."
"....."
Dok Sa-yeon couldn't protest, just clenched her fist and trembled. It was all she could do.
The sadism stiffened my cock again, though inwardly I felt a twinge of regret.
'Hm, not enough?'
Dok Sa-yeon had more patience than expected. My provocations weren't cutting it yet.
'Fine, keep going till it works.'
Squeeze. Crash.
"Guh!"
"How long you gonna rest? Hands on the wall, now."
"W-what...?"
"You heard. Hands on wall, ass out. Shake it, spread your pussy, put on a show."
The night was young. And even if not tonight, there were days ahead. Plenty of chances.
"Like a proper slave."
She hadn't appeared in the novel.
A lying bitch from the start.
But breaking a bitch like that into a slave? That had its own appeal.
"Gotta earn your keep for saving and feeding you, right?"
Time would tell.