Chapter 27
As I stepped out of the convenience store, I said to the manager,
"If there aren't any people on the street today too."
"If there aren't?"
"We're heading straight to the park."
The reason we'd come out today was to show off all the graffiti covering her body to everyone else. A deserted spot would defeat the purpose.
The manager nodded at my decision.
"Yesss, Master~."
Then she flung open her barabari coat with a grin, hands on her hips to swing it back, exposing her graffiti-covered body as she strutted along.
I linked arms with her and walked down the street.
"Yep, no one's around."
As expected, the late-night streets were empty save for the glow of streetlights—no soul in sight. So we made a beeline for the park.
The park was the total opposite: packed with people. Maybe even more than usual.
"She's really here! Guess she took yesterday off."
"Now she's showing off her face and body outright! With graffiti to boot!"
"Too soon to start snapping pics, right?"
The crowd buzzed.
People's eyes poured onto us as we strode shamelessly toward the center of the park. A strange thrill and excitement surged through me from those stares. I led her to the spot I'd always had my eye on.
Under the bright streetlight glow.
The wooden bench smack in the middle, where every eye in the park could converge.
We approached and sat down.
"We're doing it right here."
I glanced at her, meaning strip.
"Just a sec, Master~."
She said that, then pulled something from her pocket: tiny cameras.
"What's this?"
"It's from Sexpro~."
"Sexpro?"
"They sell 'em at the adult shop~ Mountable sex cams that capture every shake-free second of the action~."
She swiftly set them up around the bench—east, west, south, north.
In the meantime, I casually pulled out my phone.
Moments later, red lights blinked on all four cams.
The manager stood before me again.
I raised my phone and hit record.
The instant the light on mine lit up too,
"Then let's get started~."
Shlrk. Thud.
She shrugged off her barabari coat, standing naked before me. She spun once front and back to show off the graffiti everywhere, then clack-clack approached on her heels and dropped to her knees.
Shlrk-shlrk. Down came my pants and underwear, freeing my cock.
Slurp-slurp. Her tongue wrapped around it, sucking away.
My cock hardened and swelled. She gripped the shaft, stroking as she blew me.
But tonight, I wasn't settling for just a blowjob.
"Use your tits."
"My tits~?"
"Yeah. Make sure the graffiti shows nice and clear."
She got it then, lifting her heavy breasts to envelop my cock.
In my eyes, and on the recording phone: the "I-cup" graffiti jiggled vividly as it swallowed my shaft.
She pressed them together and pumped up and down.
Poke-poke. The head vanished under her massive tits, then popped out, over and over.
Her tongue danced over the tip protruding from her cleavage, swirling licks, then sucking it in.
Back up with her tits. The head vanished again as she alternated sides, squeezing and sliding.
"Haaah…."
"Feels good?"
"Yeah…."
Staring straight into my eyes, she smiled sweetly at my answer and dropped her tits again—releasing, then gathering them to lift.
Just the sight of those heavy breasts hugging my cock had me raging hard. Sensing it stiffen even more, she didn't miss a beat.
Schlurp. Schluuuurp.
Mouth to the tip, tongue twirling as she sucked. Cheeks hollowed with chup-chup smacks.
I slipped my hands under her jiggling tits, making sure the "I-cup" writing was front and center, then squeezed and pumped them myself.
Doing it hands-on felt different, thrilling.
She beamed up at me while slurping away, that smug, confident smile rubbing me the wrong way for some reason. I pinched down hard on her stiff nipples.
"Ahng~ Master~!"
Pop. She pulled off my cock with a moan. I beckoned her.
"Get on."
"Yesss~."
She climbed up, guiding my cock into her pussy.
Her warm folds slid down, embracing it tight. Then plap-plap-plap! She slammed down hard.
Her pussy clenched fiercely. As it milked me squeeze-squeeze, I parted my lips with a groan.
"Mmm~ Slurp!"
She lunged, wrapping her arms around my neck and smooch, deep-kissing me.
I didn't dodge—grabbed her head and tangled tongues in a messy deep kiss. Churp. Schlurp. Schluuuurp.
While our lips and tongues ravaged each other, her pussy slowed, rising to tease just the head in and out.
Shallow but intense stimulation. Her walls gripped and released the tip alone, sending shocks through me. My eyes fluttered shut involuntarily.
Then I spotted the rear camera filming—and my eyes snapped open.
My cock throbbed harder. Remembering what that angle captured.
[PERMISSION TO TAKE CLOSE-UP PUSSY PICS]
The bold graffiti on her prominent pubic mound. Bigger and straighter than any other mark. Knowing it was on full display made my cock twitch with electricity.
"Ohok!"
Pfwoomp. I seized her hips and thrust deep.
Then ground slowly back and forth.
"Hoht…! Hoohht…!"
Her pussy clenched hard, but it meant nothing. Just some slow shakes to let the graffiti peek out clearly—giving the crowd time to read it, get it, and act.
After a bit of front-to-back rocking, the onlookers who'd been peeking started murmuring.
"Yo, is this some porn shoot?"
"Holy shit! She wrote 'permission for close-up pussy pics' on her body?"
"Means we can get up close?"
They edged closer warily at first.
"It's… real!"
"Let's get nearer!"
"Phone out! Snap it!"
Suddenly, they swarmed us.
Click! Pics. Ding! Videos.
And we fucked shamelessly right in front of them.
Plap-plap-plap-plap!
Like she'd been waiting, the manager lifted and slammed her pussy down harder than before.
Tip to base. Base to root.
Plap-plap-plap-plap!
I bucked up with full force too.
"Hoht! Hoht! Hoht! Hoht!!"
Each rise clenched her pussy tight.
She twisted her hips in a spiraling grind, sucking my cock upward.
"Krrgh!"
"Ohok! Ohok!"
Pussy juices sprayed.
Splat—click!
Squelch—ding!
I grabbed her tits, kneading the overflowing flesh. Sucked her nipples hard, then bit down.
"Hook! Hoook!"
Legs spread wide, she pounded her pussy down fast. Thighs slapped pang-pang. Labia tugged out schlurp-schlurp.
"Fucking right out in the open… badass!"
"I'm posting this! Straight to Sex Star!"
"That intense no-condom pounding! Dude's got no fear!"
The crowd had swelled. Now they gawked openly, cheering.
Did she feel it? Her pussy suddenly crushed my cock, grinding like it wanted to wring me dry. Inner walls writhed and twisted, massaging every inch.
Splortch! Splortch! Splortch! Splortch!
Each thrust pierced deep, her womb tingling as it clamped.
I raised my hand high—for all the watchers to see.
And for her squeezing pussy to hear.
Smack! Smack!
I slapped her plump ass.
Her jiggly cheeks rippled.
Instant reaction.
"Hoooht!"
Thud. She collapsed onto me.
"Hoht! Hook! Hoook!"
Her pussy clenched vise-tight as she thrashed her hips wildly back and forth. Juices gushed, body shuddering quiver-quiver-quiver.
Uwo! Uwooo! Animalistic howls as she bucked and trembled.
Hahk-hahk. Panting raggedly, pussy juice trickled down her quaking thighs.
I rubbed them lightly, gripping her waist.
"M-Master~."
"I haven't cum yet."
"Right~… sorry~."
Her thighs trembled as she tried lifting her pussy. It was struggling, so I considered just pinning it down and pounding—but I showed mercy.
To her flushed face, I said,
"Turn around."
"Yesssh…."
Thighs shaking, she spun.
But refusing to let go, she kept my cock sheathed as she rotated.
One leg swung over me. Clack-clack—her heels planted on the bench.
Her plump, spread ass filled my view. Red from the spanks.
Couldn't smack it easily now, so I grabbed the meaty cheeks and jiggled them.
"Hnggh…."
She moaned, steadying herself: hands back gripping the bench backrest, legs splayed wide.
I couldn't see it, but from the opposite side? Her pussy gaping wide. The watchers' faces confirmed it.
And my cock buried inside? Crystal clear too.
The thought alone rushed blood to my dick, hardening it like never before.
Twitch. It pulsed involuntarily.
"Hoht…."
Drip. Sticky pussy juice trailed down my shaft, soaking my balls before plip—hitting the ground.
Her pussy fluttered around me. I knew thrusting up would make it gush.
I exhaled, gripped her hips, and tilted her forward a bit more, arching her back.
Then craned my neck to sweep my eyes over the crowd.
The filming cameras.
All of them.
This view was theirs—but this pussy was mine alone!
I slammed my cock upward hard!