Kim Haerin - Treatment (4)
Haerin kept her grip on Mora's ass as she panted for breath. She stopped rocking her hips and narrowed her eyes.
Past the slope of Mora's propped-up torso, a hand had slipped into view. A phone sat in that hand. Still face-down with her elbows braced on the bed, she had quietly opened a card game at some point. Her thumb tapped the screen in silence — she must have muted it, because not even a sound effect escaped — and just beneath her bob, her head hung slightly bowed.
Playing a smartphone game while her pussy was getting pounded. The corner of my mouth twisted at the sheer disrespect. Was she phone-addicted or what? I started moving my hips again. Standing still here meant losing, plain and simple.
Creak—, creak—
Deep inside that tight pussy, the glans was being scraped in a steady rhythm. Rasping over the ribbed ridges spaced at short intervals, one after another, a vivid stimulation piled up along the length of my cock.
Haerin dug her fingers deeper into the ass beneath her. The line running down from Mora's waist was thin and taut, and the tip of her tail kept swaying gently in midair, stopping, then swaying again.
Then Mora's thumb gave the screen a light tap — and something in my head snapped.
Smack!
My palm cracked across her ass. A clean report of impact rang through the treatment room.
The thumb stopped, but she didn't look back. The non-reaction only made my blood boil hotter. It's nothing, right? Let's see her ignore this one.
Smack—! Smack—!
This time I alternated cheeks. The lean flesh of her butt sprang back springy under my palm, and I watched the red handprints rise to the surface.
"Is that game really that fun?" The end of my sentence quivered — whether from anger or from the pleasure climbing up my cock, I couldn't tell.
Mora only tilted her head slightly, eyes still locked on the phone. "You're doing just fine even without me saying anything."
"Wow, seriously…!" Haerin seized the ass with both hands and drove her hips forward with everything she had.
Slam—!
My groin smacked against firm skin as Mora's pussy swallowed my cock to the root. The depth was shallow, but her walls hugged the shape of my shaft without leaving a gap, ring after ring of folds rasping rough and tight just beneath the glans.
"Ngh…!" Haerin gritted her teeth.
Slam! Slam!
I moved faster. Doggy style really was the most comfortable way to do this — just grip the built-in ass handles set at exactly crotch height and swing the hips back and forth, done. Plus that firm, springy rump snugly absorbing every impact.
Creak—!Slam!
Her inner walls pushed my cock out and swallowed it back. The slick, sticky sounds sharpened and grew louder. Shlub—uup, slam! My palm, still slapping her rump, carried its heat. This time I pulled my hands off her ass and took hold of Mora's waist. Yeah — this is what taking charge looks like. I had no reason to be pushed around by some succubus nurse who played on her phone on the clock. I move, I thrust — and I decide when I come, too. Maybe not quite full-on mesugaki-breaking, but this much was enough. I'd chalk up what I was doing now as plain "discipline."
Then her pussy clamped down hard, once. "Ugh…!" The sudden stimulation scattered my thoughts. With my glans snagged on a ring and the whole sheath squeezing down, the urge to come rushed in within seconds. I'd thought I was setting the pace right up until then, but she'd changed the pressure inside without warning. Had she done it on purpose, or had the squeeze simply crept in while she focused on her game?
Anger made me grip harder. I dug my fingers into Mora's ass and brought my hand down again. Smack! "Don't squeeze while you're playing a phone game…!"
"My opponent's cheating and it's pissing me off. It happens without me noticing."
My hips sped up. Squelch-squelch-squelch—Slam! Slam! Slaaam—! Her narrow pussy rubbed relentlessly over my short cock, and every time I crested a fold, the semen welling up from my balls pushed higher. I thought I'd lasted longer than the first time, but the end was starting to show. "Nghhh…♡! Ha—haah…♡!" I couldn't close my mouth with moans spilling out in a stream. Inside, Mora's pussy scraped down over my glans, rough and relentless, and the hand on her waist slipped with sweat — but I refused to let go and squeezed even tighter.
Suddenly the phone lit up bright. Her game looked to be in full swing. The instant her thumb lifted to press the screen, Haerin hauled her ass back with both hands and buried herself deep.
Slam! "Ohhooh…♡!" Semen spread through her depths.
Splurt— spluuurt—! It was a thick, sticky release. My cock writhed in her pussy's depths, pumping out its second load, the seed clinging into every crevice between her folds.
"Ngh…! More♡ i-is coming…!" Splurt— splurt—! Short ropes followed one after another. My balls cinched up tight, wringing out whatever was left. The cramped interior refused to release my climaxing cock, its ringed folds tormenting the glans, and every spurt set her walls trembling — a shiver that rolled through Haerin's entire body.
Finished, Haerin sagged forward, gasping for breath, her forehead dropping against Mora's back.
I won. At least this time I'd wrung it out of her by moving of my own will — nothing like the first round, when I'd been dragged over the edge against my control.
But when I lifted my head at that thought, Mora was looking back over her shoulder. Eyes narrowed to slits. Gone was the usual tired, can't-be-bothered expression — what met me was pure annoyance. Her lips had set in a crooked line, the phone still hung in her hand, and on its screen the card game looked to be unfinished.
"I told you — no violence, remember?" Mora's voice was flat.
Even panting, Haerin fired back at once. "A few swats on the butt counts as violence now? That's just you getting your fetish off on a patient."
"You never got consent."
"And you posted my junk in the chatroom captioned 'actual cock.'"
"I apologized for that."
"And an apology butt-dance was supposed to settle it?"
Mora glanced down at her screen once, then back up at Haerin. "It was a ranked match. You startled me and I misplayed. I've lost this one." With that, she set the phone down beside the bed — face-up, the misplayed card floating in the middle of the board.
"Brace yourself."
No sooner had the words landed than Mora planted her hands on the bed. Holding her upper body fixed in the face-down position, she rammed her hips sharply backward.
"Ngh—!" The half-slipped cock was swallowed back inside. Fresh from coming, my drained sex twitched with raw, exposed sensitivity.
She didn't stop there. Mora loaded her lower body with heavy force and shoved back again, her ass driving against Haerin's pelvis and toppling her balance.
"Wait—!" Haerin's knees slid out from under her. The sheets, slick with gel and sweat, offered no traction, and she went over backward. Whump. Her back hit the mattress, knocking the wind out of her for a moment. Her view flipped, and the fluorescent glare filled her eyes.
"Hey, what do you think you're—" Before she could gather herself, Mora twisted around with quick, practiced ease and climbed on top. Slender legs slipped between Haerin's thighs, and small hands caught the backs of her knees, pushing them wide open. The Amazon position. Haerin found herself pinned flat, legs folded back and spread.
From above, Mora held her legs captive and gazed down between them. The limp, spent cock gleamed with gel and love juices, and her blue eyes settled on the shrunken equipment.
"Treatment isn't over yet. You can't die on me this early." The voice of someone chiding a child: Is that all you've got?
"I just came…!"
"You were told multiple sessions are required."
"Can't I at least get a breather?"
"That's nurse's discretion. It's absolutely not because I lost the game."
"Why is that such a big deal?!"
Instead of answering, Mora lowered her hips. Her wet pussy came to rest on the limp shaft, and without penetrating, she dragged the length of it along her slit. Squeelch—
"Nngh…" The freshly-spent glans grazed her wet lips and my whole body flinched. My dying cock gave a faint shiver, as if asking what more it could possibly want.
Keeping her grip on Haerin's legs, Mora rolled her hips, rubbing the entire length up and down. Schlick—, schluuurp— Her slit seemed to wrap around the shaft as it ground against it, and within moments the cock had vanished between her lips. Love juices, cum, and gel mingled into a sticky, obscene chorus.
"Stop… come on…!"
"This barely counts as penetration."
"I'm telling you I'm sensitive right after coming!"
"Right. Which is exactly when you get it up again fastest."
Mora remained perfectly matter-of-fact. The patient's objections slid past as meaninglessly as the notices posted on the treatment room wall. The pace of the grinding was slow, but she worked with maddening persistence — catching the glans between her lips and releasing it, over and over, stroking down the full length of the shaft. The dead cock stiffened little by little.
Heat flooded Haerin's face. This is insane. It's actually getting hard again. Two loads already and it's standing up a third time. No wonder she's a succubus. Yeah — in this particular field, she's a pro. That offhand, idle rubbing was dragging my cock back upright by force.
Mora looked down and spoke. "Oh, quick recovery time."
"I told you not to grade me."
"I have to chart it later."
Once the cock was hard again, Mora shifted her hips, roughly aligning her pussy with it. Already drenched and well-broken-in over multiple rounds, the entrance meshed with the head without any trouble.
"Inserting now."
"Hey, watch the tone—"
Her hips came down.