I'll Make You Dirty
Click-clack. Click-clack.
Every time she crawled forward with my cock still in her mouth, her high heels struck the floor and sent a fresh surge of heat through me. A beauty wearing nothing but heels and stockings was on all fours like a dog, sucking me.
"Ah… Touch your pussy too. Rub yourself while you suck Oppa's cock."
At my order she shifted onto her knees, brought her right hand between her legs, and found her clit through the glossy sheen of her stockings. Even as her fingers worked, she kept sucking me with careful, devoted attention.
"Ah… Ah… It feels so good, Miho…"
"Mmm… Hmm… Mmph…!"
I turned my head and caught her profile in the mirror—cheeks hollowed as she frantically worked my cock, the soft curve of her forehead, the clean line of her nose, and my dark-red shaft sliding in and out between her red lips. Her heels lifted as she knelt, drawing the taut lines of her ankles and calves into sharp relief.
Her fingers sped up against her pussy. She was getting just as worked up as I was. I couldn't hold back any longer.
"Get up. Leave the heels on. Hands on the mirror, right here. Stick your ass out."
"Ah… Oppa…"
She obeyed, bracing against the mirrored wall and twisting her head to look back at me while she pushed her hips out. Her model-slim body made the small, neat curve of her ass look almost delicate. No panties—only the soft apricot stockings covering her. I stroked that bare, stocking-clad flesh. When she glanced over her shoulder, her eyes were already dark with hunger.
"Ahn… Haa… Oppa… Put it in… Hurry… Hngh… Put it in already…"
"Put it in?"
I trailed a finger down the cleft of her ass and watched her rock her hips restlessly.
"Yes… Please put it in… Haa… Haa…"
"Put what in? My fingers?"
I deliberately dragged it out, wanting to hear the words from her own mouth—the filthy, sensual things that would spill from those red lips.
"No… Oppa's…"
"Oppa’s what?"
"Haa… Haa… Oppa's c-cock… Put your cock in me! Haa, haa…"
"Where do you want my cock?"
"In my… in my pussy! Put your cock in my pussy!"
Hearing those raw words—cock, pussy—spill from Miho’s mouth made my blood pound. I slipped my hand inside the stockings, gripped the seam right over her pussy, and ripped. The fabric tore open and her pale ass spilled free. The contrast between the thin glossy sheen still covering her thighs and the soft down standing on end over her newly bare skin hit me hard.
She was already soaked again. Miho was always so wet. Or maybe, just like she once claimed, she only got this wet because of me.
Either way, I needed to feel her again—needed those walls wrapped around me.
I lined up and drove in deep in one smooth thrust. The heels gave her just enough height that I sank to the root without resistance.
"Ah-hak! Haa, haa… Ah… Ah… Ah… Ah!"
Her pussy clenched around me the moment I entered, tight and alive, the walls fluttering like they were trying to milk me. A true masterpiece of a cunt. There was no other word for it.
I pulled out slowly until only the head remained, then slammed back in to the hilt.
"Aah! Ah! Ah! Ah… Ah!"
The mirror showed her face twisting with pleasure. Still buried inside her, I stepped back until her whole body was visible in the glass, then caught her arms and pulled them toward me. Her spine arched like a bow even as her torso straightened, and I kept fucking her from behind.
"Ahhk… Ahhk… Ah ah ah ah… Ah… Ahhk!"
Moans poured out of her without pause. Her breasts swayed, her long legs looked endless above the black heels, and her face contorted with every thrust—every detail reflected back at me, feeding the fire.
"Haa, haa… Miho… Open your eyes. Look in the mirror."
She cracked her lids and stared at our reflection.
"How does it look? Watching Oppa's cock bury itself in your pussy?"
"Ah… Ah… Ah… Ah, Oppa… It's so dirty… I'm so dirty… Ahhk… Ah… Ah…!"
She shuddered as she watched her own pleasure-wrecked face and body.
"Memorize that face. From now on, every time we meet, I'm going to make you just this dirty."
"Ah… Ah… Ahhk… Ahhk… Oppa… You're going to make me dirty?"
"Haa… Yeah… You like dirty things, don't you… I'll… huff… make you filthy…"
"Ah… Ahhng… Haa… Haa… Make me dirty… Haa…"
"Dirtier than anyone… I'll make you that way… Haa…"
"Yes… My pussy feels so good right now… Oppaaa… Ahhng… Aaaaaah… Ah… I love Oppa's cock…"
The filthy words were tumbling out of her freely now. The change had come too fast to credit only to my skill; she had always carried this latent sensuality. She had simply never met the right partner. From here on, that lewd streak would only grow.
"Haa… Haa… Haa, haa…"
I slid my arms under hers, gripped her shoulders, and hauled her back against me. Bending my knees, I started thrusting upward, spearing into her from below. Her own legs bent, the muscles of her calves pulling taut above the heels in a dizzying line. The new angle made her pussy clamp down harder; the underside of my cockhead dragged repeatedly across the swollen ridge of her G-spot.
"Aaaaaaah! Aaaaaah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Mommy! Mommy! Uhh-hhhk… What do I do…"
Some women call for their mother when pleasure short-circuits their brains. Miho was one of them. Relentless pressure on that spot finally tipped her over; her whole body convulsed and she thrashed in my arms.
Her legs gave out and she crumpled to the floor. I followed her down, never stopping the piston of my hips. Even after the climax she just lay there panting, face-down, while I kept fucking her through it. I pressed her legs together, gripped both cheeks of her ass, and drove into her even faster.
"Haa… Haa… Haa… I… came… I'm coming again… Ah… Ah… Aaaaaah…!"
The continued pounding after her orgasm seemed to blank her mind. Eyes squeezed shut, mouth hanging open, she could only moan through the unbroken waves of pleasure.
Slap. Slap. Slap!
I spanked her ass hard.
"Coming alone like that? Oppa's not finished yet."
"Ahhk… Aaaaaah… I'm sorry, Oppa… Aaaaah… It's too much… Aaaaah…"
I pulled out just long enough to flip her onto her back, hook one of her legs over my shoulder, and slam back in. Her flexible body opened wide, exposing her clit. I fucked her with only half my length while I smeared her own juices over that swollen nub and rubbed. Creamy white fluid was pouring out of her, coating both our thighs.
"Aaaaaah… Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah, Oppa! I… I… I'm going to come again! Ahh-hhhk! Aaaaaah!"
She climaxed once more. The constant stimulation finally pushed me past the edge too.
"Ah… Huff… Haa… Miho… I'm about to come…"
"Oppa… Oppa… Come in my pussy… Come inside me!"
"In your pussy? You want me to fill this cunt with my cum?"
"Yes… Haaaaah… Aaaaaah… Shoot your cum in my pussy! I want to feel it!"
"Nngh… Mmph, mmph… Aaaah!! Miho, I'm coming!"
I buried myself to the hilt and flooded her.
Pulse after thick pulse. An enormous load. She had to feel every spurt hammering against her walls and the mouth of her womb.
"Haa… Haa… Haa…"
"Huff… Huff… Huff…"
We both gasped for air.
When I finally pulled free, a continuous stream of white—my cum mixed with her juices—spilled out of her.
"Haa… Haa…"
She lay on the motel floor, too spent even to try sitting up, just breathing hard.
"Miho… I think I'm getting addicted to you."
I stroked the sweat-damp hair back from her face as I spoke.
"Oppa… Me too… I think… I'm addicted to Oppa… Haa… Haa…"
She nodded, still panting. This was only the real beginning. The thought of slowly, thoroughly turning her into a slave to pleasure over a long, long time made a smile spread across my face all by itself.