First Condom Fuck: Lusalka's Athletic Onahole Awakening
My very first condom sex.
"A love hotel's got this kind of atmosphere, huh? Kinda intriguing."
Wherever I go turns into a total sex-free-for-all zone. The notion of renting a spot just to mess around with pussy already feels alien to me—and I haven't even been in this world for a full month yet. My adaptability's off the charts; maybe worth pondering sometime. Anyway, the vibe here's surprisingly decent. The soft, dim lighting and that faint sweet scent tickling my nose...
"Oh, condoms too. Neat."
I prefer dumping my thick loads straight into a girl's womb or mouth-pussy, so something common back home feels rare here. No pregnancy worries means I always creampie, but condoms have their own unique flavor. Tying off a bloated one and casually tossing it onto the girl? Doesn't that just hit different? In this ero-game world, condoms aren't really for birth control—they're for flaunting your virility and claiming sex trophies. Nothing beats the sight of a pussy-slut dangling a bunch of used ones. The raw freedom of bareback had me ignoring them, but trying one out now and then ain't bad. Perfect timing—gonna use 'em up today.
"All changed?"
"Ugh... Y-yes. It's a bit embarrassing, but..."
Lusalka stands before me in the slingshot swimsuit we bought at the shop. Mmm, perfect. Her original competition suit from our first meeting had its own appeal, but this pervy getup hits just right. Especially since she's a pro athlete risking her life for records, now prancing around in something utterly useless, fawning over me. The contrast is chef's kiss.
"Good. You know what comes next, right?"
Lusalka hesitates 'pretend'-style for a second. Deep down, she wants to debase herself in front of a guy, but she's scared it'll come off as try-hard cringe. She knows I'm the real deal—a man who treats bitches right. So the coy act doesn't last.
"P-please, help this toilet pussy—born to serve a cool senpai like you—fulfill its purpose."
She drops flat to the floor, forehead to the ground. Excellent, excellent. When true submission bubbles up from the heart like this, how beautiful is it? Way better than pointless pride-flaunting tantrums.
To honor her devotion to her bitchly duties, I step on her head.
"That's right, good girl. See, no matter how impressive a woman is, she's ultimately just a hole made to take cock. And the manlier and thicker the cock, the better. Smart, pretty, athletic? All just flavor text to stoke a guy's conquest kink. Burn that into your brain."
Back home, I'd get stoned to death for such blatant sexism. Hell, even here it's not that different on the surface. Common sense alteration or not, this ain't a world where one gender gets outright trampled—classism lingers more. Misapply male-superiority vibes and you could actually ruin your life. But all that world-building and moral crap? Useless against my massive cock. And anyway, Lusalka—pinned and trampled under me—is thrilled, so who gives a shit?
Ahh, Senpai's so tough. So manly... No matter how much praise I get for being amazing, he reminds me I'm just a pussy hole. So cool! My pussy's quivering! I wanna serve his cock and reaffirm my value as a hole!
Lusalka, insecure about her femininity, genuinely resonates with—craves—my girl-degrading talk. Getting toyed with by my dick is when she truly feels womanly.
"Alright, time to play. Last time at the pool was too rushed—no time limits here, so I'll savor you properly."
I rip open a condom and roll it on. The tight cling is nothing like pussy—feels weirdly clinical. This world's rubbers dull sensation less than back home, but still not as good as raw. Pure pleasure? Bareback wins.
"W-with a condom...?"
She's trying not to show it, but disappointment drips from her voice. She'd rather go raw so I feel her pussy best, get used properly. Standard bitch thinking.
I smirk and pat her thigh. "Relax. I'll use these up then keep pounding your pussy anyway. Just testing the condom vibe—no need to pout."
"I-I'm not pouting or anything..."
Liar. Fine, time to toy with this pent-up athlete's pussy hole.
"Spread your pussy and show me."
"........."
Lusalka silently parts her lips. Crystal nectar floods out, pooling like a little pond.
"Already flooding my private pool? Impressive. A good girl stays insertion-ready anytime—no foreplay needed."
Caressing is for my amusement, watching her squirm. Not to ease pain or prioritize her pleasure—that shit corrupts the purity of pussy play. My philosophy.
"Bon appétit."
I plunge my cock into her deep crevice. Slick, scorching walls part as I bottom out. Teasing her cervix tip makes the hole suckle greedily in joy.
"Hngggg♥"
Lusalka grits her teeth, fighting the pleasure. Futile. A casual hip swirl turns her face into a sow's lewd mask.
Word is, her stoic face earns her "emotionless robot" or "ice queen" labels. Weird, right? Just ram her pussy a few times and boom—endless expressions. Easy.
-Splash splash♥ Splash splash♥-
Her sopping pussy's my personal waterpark. One hip shake and splash—refreshing sprays make my heart race. Not perfect, though.
"Hey, squeeze properly. Condom dulls it—tighten up or I won't feel shit."
"Hik♥ S-sorry♥"
Her pussy clamps vise-tight at my scolding. That's it. She can do it, but needs a nudge. With rubber muting wrinkles, she compensates with grip—or the fun dips. Can't have that.
"Whew, athlete pussy lives up to the hype. That fierce clam grip. Swimming paid off, huh?"
"Aah♥"
Obviously, swimming's got deeper reasons—dead dad backstory in the game, probably same here. But...
Ahh, so that's it♥ All this time swimming was just to serve Senpai a tasty pussy.
A little dick-play evaporates her backstory. Years honing daddy-taught strokes? Poof—gone from her mind. She swam solely to please my cock.
I grab her jiggling red jugs and suck. Fragrant, salty sweat and flesh—delectable.
"These useless udders? Perfect for getting fucked. Grew 'em just for me, right? Prime bitch material."
Ahh...♥ I hated these huge tits—such a hassle, no help at all♥♥ But if Lazar-senpai approves... ♥♥
Squirt♥ Squirt♥—her tide sprays my abs. Eager bitch signaling.
"Mmm~"
I pin her down, relax my ass, and unload. The condom balloons in her womb. Pulling out with a shlorp♥, a hefty, semen-stuffed sack dangles from my tip—visual proof of my thick output. Impactful.
"Hm."
I knot it off and splat it on her belly. The wet smack amps the high.
"Round two?"
Wait—should I wipe the cock-snot for the next? Or just roll on? Eh...
"Whatever."
Not serious about protection anyway. She can't knock up without my say-so.
"Straight to round two? By the time we're done, you'll waddle out draped in bloated rubbers."
"With a guy... at a love hotel? Lusalka, don't tell me you've got a boyfriend... If that's all, fine, but that guy... something off about him. Better chat with her later, just in case..."
