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"Oh-hoook!"
Thrusting my cock into the woman bound in doggy position. The moment her plump, married milf slave pussy wrapped around my dick and sucked it in tight.
Out of nowhere, a childhood memory flashed before my eyes. Don't get your hopes up—it's not some sexy reminiscence.
It was back when I was really little, in the days of Tiger cigarettes. Pure innocence, no clue about porn or ruined orgasms or erotic stories. Hell, I didn't even know words like "sex" or "pussy." All I knew was "pee-pee," so with that naive kid brain, all I could do was search "adult," "grown-up"—over and over.
That's how I stumbled on something rare these days, barely anyone reads or writes anymore: the so-called sex column. For the uninitiated, these were short bits in magazines or news sites sharing sex experiences or tips.
But the site I read had some weird twists, like alternate history webnovels or documentary-style dramas. They'd weave in Kama Sutra with ancient India lore, or explain Greek pederasty trends, or detail Spartan sex culture alongside kids' education from infancy to teens.
Among them, the one that hooked me most—and the only one still standing tall in my memory amid the fog of forgotten trivia—was the Roman prostitute frescoes and the reasons behind their poses.
Roman whore murals show guys smacking the hooker's ass cheeks like they're caning criminals in Joseon dynasty. What the hell does that mean? At first glance, it looks like punishment. We know caning, and it matches perfectly.
But the sex columnist said: "It's prep for the sex to come."
Spanking heats up the pussy. Each smack makes the walls contract and release. Repeat it like stretching or morning calisthenics, loosening her up. Without it, if a mismatched or picky john shows up, her pussy might stay stiff and dry. Smacking the ass cheeks beforehand softens and slicks her up, benefiting both hooker and customer.
—That was the columnist's take. True or not, I decided to believe it. Lived by it ever since.
So for this married milf slave pussy sucking me in right now... "Gotta preheat her, right?"
I'd shoved my dick in first, sure. But she was already slurping it eagerly. Especially because of that, time to loosen her up.
Smack! Smack!
"Hoook! Hoooook!"
I slammed my palm into her plump, jiggly ass. Whipped it too. Handprints bloomed on her cheeks. Whip marks glowed red.
Her pussy clenched tight, then quivered, releasing with a ripple.
Thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack! Gripping her hips and pounding, her ass bounced. Juices flowed slick.
One more: Smack! Smack!
"Hooooook!" Her moan stretched long.
I felt it instantly—her pussy turning even softer, chewier. Like dough kneaded tender.
The more I spanked and thrust, the more her pussy bounced back elastically, hugging my cock.
So I gripped her hips again and thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack! rammed deep. That's when—
Smack! Smack! I heard it. Her inner walls clenched and rippled in sync.
But my eyes went wide. No way around it—I was still gripping the milf slave's hips, pounding away thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack!
"Hoook! Hoooook!" Smack! Smack!
So who the fuck was spanking this squinting milf slave's ass? Who was giving me this exquisite thrill, her pussy flesh clinging to my glans and writhing?
It was the slave manager plastered to my thigh, grinding her pussy against me.
"Hoo-eut! Hoo-oo-eut!"
Smack! Smack! Every time I smacked her ass, she followed with one of her own. I glanced back—she leaned in for a kiss. I didn't refuse. Deep, sloppy tongue work.
Her pussy flesh wrapped my cock. Her tongue coiled in my mouth. She slurped hard, then pulled back, reaching to knead the milf slave's ass.
The pussy churned. Like Pavlov's dog drooling at the bell, knowing the smack was coming, the slave's cunt leaked honey.
Then Smack! Smack! We alternated, one cheek each. After, she rubbed, then moved to the front of the sex chair.
"Hoooook! Hooooook!" Thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack! The milf slave moaned, head thrashing as I pounded. The slave manager grabbed her hair, yanked it up.
"Hoooook!" She smashed her pussy onto the milf slave's upturned face.
"Hoook! Hoooook!"
"Heu! Heuu-eut!"
Her pussy clamped my cock, churning wildly. Rough grunts erupted, followed by shallow whimpers.
I looked up: the milf slave, panting, face buried in the slave manager's pussy. The slave manager cradling her head, eyes shut in bliss.
Thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack!
"Hoook! Hook! Hook! Hook!"
"Heu-eut! Eu-eut!"
Slowly, the slave manager's eyes opened. Half-lidded, they met mine. Her mouth parted in an "oh," body leaning forward. Hand reaching down.
Suddenly—squeeze—her pussy gripped my cock tight.
The slave manager seized the milf slave's sagging massive tits, kneading, squeezing, smacking them. Her pussy went berserk, milking my dick.
Thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack! As I hammered harder, her face drew close. I leaned in too.
Our lips met, covered, sucked. Slurp-slurp! Smack-smack!Thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack!
Tongues tangled, coiling fierce. Her pussy did the same—clenching my shaft, grinding. Pussy walls dug into my glans, rubbing wild.
I lifted a hand from her hip, groped the slave manager's huge tits. Kneaded them, then freed a hand to smack the milf slave's ass.
Smack!
"Hoooook!"
Instantly, the slave manager's other hand flew—Smack!
"Ohoook!"
Now no hip grip—just raw power thrusts. The sex chair rattled clunk-clunk! Fuck it. She was blocking the front anyway. And limbs were bound.
So clunk-clunk! Clunk-clunk!Thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack! I pounded like I meant to shatter the damn thing!
"Hoooook! Hooooook!"
Harder thrusts, tighter squeeze. Electric tingles up my cock.
Slurp smooch smooooch! Schlop!
I broke the kiss with the slave manager. Hugged the milf slave's body tight.
Then thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack! Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom!
"Hoooook! Hooooook!"
Ferocious pounding. Pussy clamped vise-like. Sticky walls grabbed my cock, refusing to let go with every pull and push. Glans gripped, pleasure surging.
Balls churned below. Shaft throbbed. Her walls scraped and sucked my glans too intensely, too good—I couldn't hold back!
"Kruu-eut!"
Deep as possible, shoving inside!
"Hooooook!"
I creampied her.
"Huu... Huuuu...."
Right after dumping inside, I crushed her body to mine. Leaned way forward—the sex chair nearly tipped.
In that tilted pose, I exhaled huuu. My cock pulsed, spurting every last drop.
When I finally pulled out, thick white cum gushed from the milf slave's pussy in globs.
"Huuuu...."
"Hooo...."
Tap-tap. I unbound her limp hands and feet. She slid off the sex chair like jelly, collapsing to the floor.
She tried standing—legs buckled, down again.
Meanwhile, my dick? Not done. One load wasn't enough. It stiffened right back up.
Next up: the slave manager waiting in front.
"Lie down on your back."
"Yesss...!"
Slave Manager No. 1 lay on the sex chair, gazing up. Doggy with the milf, now missionary with her.
Bound her limbs, slid my cock shluck into her pussy.
"Hoo-ot...!"
Her warm pussy welcomed me, hugging cozy bliss.
My body was fired up. Her pussy slick and hot. No preamble—I hooked her legs over my arms and pounded.
Thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack!
"Hot! Hot! Hot! Hot!"
Lifted her pussy high, moans exploding. Hips bucked up. Juices squelched out.
Her pussy nom-nom chewed my cock. So tight, felt like her walls were nibbling.
"Hoo-ot! Hooo-ot!"
Face and neck flushed red, screaming. Watching her, my hands itched. The palms that spanked nonstop craved more.
But missionary—no ass in sight. I could see it bouncing, but not smack it. Frustrated, I clenched a fist—then unclenched.
Luckily, spotted something else. Something huge jiggling wildly with each thrust.
Her massive tits, flopping enormous!
Smack! Smack! I brought my palm down hard!
"Hot! Hoo-ot!"