From Sex Friends to a Date
The more I worked her breasts, the thicker the moans spilling from her lips became.
Before long the plump nipples under my fingers had gone stiff and hard. Feeling the excitement climb as I toyed with them, I leaned in and whispered against her ear.
“How is it? Starting to loosen up a little?”
“Ah… still not sure. My back’s all tingly… but it’s not bad… nhh~♥”
The moment I tugged on a nipple she squeezed her eyes shut. Even so, the way her shoulders trembled told me she was feeling it sexually, clear as day.
That sent my own lower half rising thick and heavy. The moment she noticed the tent bulging through my pants, her trembling eyes flicked toward it.
“I-it got hard…?”
“Yeah. Touching the manager’s chest did this to me.”
“…Because of my chest.”
Her hand settled over the bulge. I quietly took my hands off her breasts, and as if she’d been waiting for exactly that, she pulled my pants down.
She stared at the thing standing upright, then carefully wrapped her fingers around it and began stroking up and down.
“You said when a man gets like this, he needs this kind of massage. Like this… is this how?”
The stimulation wasn’t bad. The shy inexperience still clinging to her only made the heat climb higher.
But even that was just a light appetizer. To really satisfy the hunger I needed something stronger.
“With your mouth… could you?”
“My… mouth?”
“Yes. Directly with the manager’s mouth…”
“…”
She looked down at my cock in silence, hesitation plain on her face. Before long she seemed to reach a decision. Her tongue carefully began tracing along the length.
That sticky, slippery tongue dragged over the surface, sending shivers racing across my skin until goosebumps rose everywhere.
“The scent’s strong.”
“Too foul?”
“No. Compared to sewer filth… there’s even something fragrant about it.”
She clearly meant it; her licking grew more eager by the second. At last she opened her mouth and took the shaft inside. A fresh, warm tightness different from the virgin pussy I’d forced my way into earlier filled my lower half completely.
“Mmph… hnn…”
Whatever reluctance she’d started with melted away the longer she kept at it. At the same time her already-bare lower half was drawing tighter and tighter. Lewd juices beaded and dripped from the slit. Unable to stand it, she spread herself open with her own fingers and pushed them inside.
Cock in her mouth, breasts fully exposed, fingers working her own pussy for more stimulation… she looked like the living embodiment of the word “slut.”
“Mmph… hnn… mmph~♥”
The more she continued, the harder her breasts bounced. Watching that mad rhythm, the stimulation on my cock turned frantic; every nerve seemed to focus there.
Fuck, this filthy little bitch. It wasn’t just her body anymore—she’d turned into a complete slave to cock.
-Splurt!
I couldn’t hold back. She took the first load in her mouth, then let the rest spill down her chin. When I kept pumping to finish the rest, she stuck her tongue out and started catching every drop.
“Haa… mmph…”
“You okay?”
“Yeah… this much is fine…”
Maybe the afterglow still lingered. She stared at my cock with a look of clear regret, then seemed to steel herself. She stood against the wall and presented her soaked lower half.
She wants it. Barely awakened to sex and already demanding my cock?
“Could I ask for a massage?”
“…Anytime.”
I gripped her waist and drove the rigid length straight into her. The fit was perfect—far better than when I’d forced my way into her virgin tightness. Her pussy was fully ready for me now. A full-body shudder ran through me as I started moving my hips, and lewd little breaths spilled from her lips.
“Haa… nh…♥ Aaahn~♥”
Every roll of my hips made her breasts swing hard. Just watching that overwhelming presence from behind poured more strength into my thrusts.
“Feel good?”
“Yeah… not bad… no, the inside’s being stimulated just right…!”
-Slap. Slap!
“Haa… aaahn~♥ H-harder…”
She was taking this size and still begging for more force. That sheer appetite made the word “slut” roll off the tongue by itself. I slammed into her with everything I had and pulled her body tight against me.
“Haa, Manager… Manager!!”
“Ahn… aaahn~♥”
Fierce moans tore from her throat. At the peak of them her walls clenched hard around me in climax.
-Spluuurt!
I couldn’t hold back and flooded her deep. Strength left her body; she leaned into me, panting heavily.
“Haa… haa…”
“…Feel good?”
“Yeah… really… mmph.”
I caught her chin and pressed my mouth to the lips that were still breathing out hot air, sliding my tongue inside. The act was probably still unfamiliar to someone so new to sex.
Even so she accepted it naturally. We stayed locked together for a while before she finally pulled back, a thin string of saliva still connecting our lips. Then she pressed her sex against my cock again.
“Once more… would it be all right…?”
Her voice still carried a note of dissatisfaction.
“Anytime.”
Using that wish like gasoline on a fire, our little session of affection continued for quite some time.
Maybe sharing that physical intimacy after the hardest work of the day had closed the distance between us even more.
From then on I kept taking on the dirty jobs alongside her, and whenever we had a free moment we used the excuse of “massage” to soothe each other’s sex.
My personal favorite was sixty-nine—feeding her my cock while I licked her pussy.
“Mmph… hnn…”
“Haa… Manager’s pussy is soaking wet.”
“D-don’t say such embarrassing things. You’re the one who’s gotten this hard…”
-Squelch, squelch.
“Nhh~♥”
The moment I pushed a finger in out of pure spite her back arched straight. I kept fingering her walls, and she refused to lose—taking my cock back into her mouth and matching me stroke for stroke.
A pure competition to make each other feel even better. And every time the heat climbed high enough, it always ended the same way: full penetration.
“Aaahn~ haaahn~~ I-it’s going in~ so deep~~♥♥”
No trace of hesitation left in those loud moans. I gripped her body and answered in kind until the excitement made her clamp down and kiss me.
“You’ve gotten used to kissing too.”
“Yeah… thanks to you… ahn~♥”
I sucked on a saliva-slick nipple while rolling my hips. Even that caress seemed familiar to her now; the look she gave me from above carried the same gentle warmth a mother might show her child.
“You really do love my breasts.”
“Of course. Any man who doesn’t is the strange one.”
“…Is that so.”
She stroked my hair and simply accepted everything I did. We only stopped after two more loads from me and four climaxes from her.
“Whew. We went at it hard again today. Want to rest a bit and then head home?”
“…”
“Manager?”
She dressed in silence and looked down at her own body. Something seemed to be turning over in her mind. At last she asked, carefully:
“Do you have any free time tomorrow?”
“Tomorrow’s a day off, right? Nothing planned…”
“Then would you come into the city with me?”
“The city?”
“Yes. I’d like to buy some clothes…”
The voice lacked the usual confidence of the woman who always barked orders at the cleaning crew.
“I’m hopeless when it comes to dressing up. It would help to have someone look them over with me.”
Even so she kept the invitation aimed at me. A single thought flashed through my head and I accepted at once.
“If you’re fine with me, anytime…”
Two people who already fucked without hesitation going clothes shopping together…
Was this a date request?
I arrived the next day still half-hoping that guess was right. The moment she showed up at the meeting spot, I knew I hadn’t been completely wrong.
“Manager… that look…”
“I-I heard men like… this sort of thing.”
The woman who lived in work clothes had actually put effort into her appearance. A clean, almost demure pure-white dress. Of course her natural body still made the curves impossible to hide, and the shy flush on her face gave her a charm I’d never seen before. It hit my male instincts hard.
“H-how is it? Does it… suit me?”
I swallowed.
“Yes. It suits you perfectly.”
Right then I genuinely thought she looked beautiful. The way she’d clearly dressed up hoping for a date with me, trying her hardest to look good… it carried the same earnest flutter of a girl in the middle of her first crush. For the first time my chest actually skipped a beat.
“Pfft, look at that woman.”
But the eyes around us were full of open ridicule.
“A body like that in an outfit like that? Did she want to look cute?”
“Trying to impress a man, but she needs to know her place.”
“With that build she should just stick to hard labor or adventuring.”
“She’d never make a proper housewife. Heh, the poor bastard stuck with a woman like that.”
Every comment dripped with contempt. That was when I finally realized the beauty standards of this world were completely skewed from the one I’d come from.
Thinking about it, a world that had never even heard of sex—where holding hands was enough to make a baby—would naturally prefer the quiet, demure “good wife” look over any woman with strong sexual appeal.
“Well… of course they’d react that way…”
She looked wounded by the reality of it. Regret seemed to settle over her; she hugged herself and stared down at her own ridiculously large chest with resentment.
“Most men prefer women who are good at supporting a household. A rough laborer like me putting on something like this just looks ridiculous…”
Ridiculous? Not a chance.
Not to me.
“Manager!”
“Wh-what?!”
I grabbed her shoulders firmly, determined to flip that idea on its head, and said exactly what I thought.
“I think the manager is incredibly pretty.”
“P-pretty…?”
“Yes. Extremely pretty. Pretty enough that I want to fuck you right here and now!”
“W-wait! Y-your voice is too loud!”
So what? Only the two of us understood what the words meant. I hoped hearing them would make her realize that, at least to me, her worries meant nothing. I took her hand and started guiding her through the streets.
“Come on, don’t just stand there. Let’s go buy clothes~ Preferably ones that’ll look good for the next massage.”
“C-clothes for a massage…?”
“Hmm? Weren’t you planning on it?”
I’d come along on my day off specifically for that. At my words her face turned tomato-red; she ducked her head and quietly followed behind me.
“F-fine. It’s not like there’s anyone else I’d show them to anyway. If I’m buying something, it might as well be outfits that suit a massage…”
Haa. She’s completely addicted to cock now.
Just what kind of clothes should I put on this filthy little lady to milk every last drop of cum out of me?