The Bakery Girl (4)
“Aaaah!”
The cock thrashing of its own accord convulsed deep inside her, stretching her narrow passage taut. May’s pussy clamped down hard around it as she climaxed, milking every pulse. She finally lost the strength to stay upright and sank down—but still trapped in the hole, she ended up hanging there in an awkward, half-suspended sprawl.
“Kh…”
The man seized May’s hips while she was still riding the peak and began slamming into her without restraint. Her moans only spurred him on. Thick white seed flooded her insides the moment he came.
Gulp, gulp, gulp, gulp.
His cock twitched and strained, wringing out every last drop. Her pussy fluttered in the same rhythm, contracting around him as if answering the spill.
“Haa… haa…”
Exhausted, she collapsed further—and only then realized it wasn’t over. Even after that long climax the shaft remained rock-hard and began to move again.
“What… when does this end?”
Bewildered by the impossible situation, May started rocking her hips once more.
In the end it was three times.
Only after the third climax did the man finally release her.
“Hnnngh…”
Pop!
The moment he pulled free, the semen still pooled inside her began to trickle down her thighs. The stranger wiped her roughly with a scrap of cloth from the warehouse, pulled her panties back up, and slipped out as casually as he had entered. Fatigue crashed over her and she blacked out for a short while.
“Miss Blair?”
A familiar voice dragged her back to consciousness.
“Who…?”
Her reply came out half-asleep.
“It’s Crane.”
Crane… she knew that voice.
“Crane?”
“They said you’d gone into the warehouse and never come out, so I came looking…”
Something about his awkward fidgeting felt off.
“Haa… First get me out of here.”
Getting free was the priority.
“Just a moment. I’ll have to hold you— is that all right?”
“It’s fine, just pull me out already.”
Crane lifted her cleanly free of the hole.
“Ahh… I’m alive.”
She showed neither hesitation nor shame. The most suspicious person had walked straight into her, so it was time to demand answers.
“It was you, wasn’t it? Crane?”
She asked half in doubt.
“What? What are you talking about?”
Crane looked genuinely baffled.
“While I was stuck in that hole, someone did me from behind.”
“No! It wasn’t me!”
He answered as if the accusation were pure injustice. But May had her own sins to hide; she couldn’t trust him.
“Don’t give me that. Then prove it!”
She clenched her small fists and ground her teeth. Her blue eyes blazed.
“How am I supposed to prove something I never did?”
Crane even snorted. The way he shook his head made his feelings plain. There was no DNA test in this world, so she would use the simplest method. The culprit had come three times—so surely…
“Take them off.”
“Take what off?”
“Your pants. I need to check.”
Crane spun around in panic, ready to flee, but May shot forward like lightning and seized him by the collar. In the same motion she drew the dagger hidden against her thigh and pressed the blade to his throat.
“Drop the pants right now! Want to die?”
Feeling the cold steel at his neck, Crane began undressing with a face that looked ready to cry.
“Underwear too.”
When the last layer came down, his shy cock came into view. Not especially large, not especially small. He was dying of embarrassment, yet he had already steeled himself to marry May someday; showing her early wouldn’t change that. Still, he had never wanted it to happen like this…
An unexpected order shattered his thoughts.
“Do it.”
“Do what?”
His blank stare made May hesitate and mumble.
“You know… masturbate.”
“What?! That’s insane!”
Crane’s face went scarlet as he looked away. Masturbating in front of the girl he liked?
“I can’t. Not even for this…”
“Refuse and you die.”
The threat won. With trembling fingers he began stroking the head. But under this much tension nothing would rise. Sweat beaded on his skin; blood refused to flow.
“It just won’t get hard… hnn…”
“Useless.”
If she let him go home now she would never catch the culprit. A healthy young man refilled overnight. Was there any way to help him along…?
“If Miss Blair touched it with her hand… I think I could manage.”
The words burst out of him on impulse. After long hesitation the voice that finally emerged was strangely calm. Now it was May who froze, eyes wide.
After a long silence she spoke.
“I have no desire to touch your filthy cock…”
“Ugh…”
A choked sob reached her ears. Tears welled at the corners of his small, fat-swollen eyes. The sight of the chubby man sniffling in misery made her stomach turn. Listening to those wet sounds, May could only twist her lips into a bitter smile.
“If feet are okay, I’ll do it.”
“Feet?”
“Yeah…”
“Th-that’s fine! Feet are fine. Bare feet, though…”
Truth was, he had always been interested in May’s small, cute feet. Rubbing his cock with bare soles wouldn’t be bad at all. No—it would be better. There might have been a slight misunderstanding on her part, but still.
May kicked off her shoes and peeled away her socks.
“Stop dawdling and sit.”
“Yes!”
Her indifferent gaze flicked over Crane’s cock. Still limp from nerves, it hung soft. Feeling her eyes on him, she crouched and shyly offered her toes. The white, tiny digits looked as delicate as porcelain.
“Miss Blair… sorry, but may I lick them?”
“What? Why would you lick smelly toes?”
“It’ll be slicker that way… more exciting.”
He offered the odd reason with a pleading look. May stared at him with pure disgust.
What kind of absolute freak…
Watching Crane’s perverted smile, that was all she could think.
“Fine…”
Her voice was dazed. Crane gazed rapturously at her toes and brought his nose close. Sweat, skin, and some sweet, unnameable girl-scent filled his nostrils.
Sniff… sniff…
May watched him inhale with vacant eyes. She was still half-asleep and had been half-conscious until moments ago, so she hadn’t had room for other thoughts—but seeing this scene now twisted her insides. Wasn’t this less like catching a criminal and more like handing out a reward? His expression of pure bliss left a sour taste. Still, the culprit had to be found. She forced herself to endure.
Crane reached out, drew her foot to his cheek, and pressed the soft instep against his face. There was no special reason. He simply wanted to. The pliant flesh squished gently against his skin. The moment her smooth skin touched him, a memory rose unbidden: the shameful recollection that May’s entire body had felt this soft and sleek. His cock twitched in conditioned response.
I can’t let it happen yet.
If he got hard and finished too quickly, this precious time would end. Wanting to savor every second, Crane closed his eyes and let his mind drift.
Lick… lick…
He started with the big toe. When his tongue slid between the digits, a faintly sour-salty taste bloomed.
“Hah…”
Whether it was her imagination or not, May’s expression seemed to change the instant he began licking. She hurriedly schooled her face as if startled by her own reaction—yet the next sweep of his tongue made the effort useless.
“It’s too ticklish… can’t you stop already?”
She was clearly fighting back laughter, just as he had expected. She dipped her head and covered her mouth with a hand—one of the habits Crane had recently learned. That was the face she made when she was trying to hide that she felt good.
Slurp! Slurp!
Emboldened, Crane stuffed several toes into his mouth at once and sucked hard, using teeth and tongue the way a baby nurses. May finally broke and laughed out loud.
“Hey… stop… stop it…”
Just as predicted, her tension had climbed sky-high; the plea came out breathless. Judging the foot wet enough, he withdrew it from his mouth and guided the toes toward his cock. May’s face was flushed as she lightly brushed the saliva-slick toes against him.