Post-Play Guilt? - 3
I snatched her shirt roughly, tearing it off her as if I were raping her.
She froze for a split second, stunned, as my hands ripped the fabric away while she coughed and gagged from the shock of deepthroating me. But almost immediately she surrendered, quietly submitting her body to me entirely.
I hauled her upright, then gripped her tightly enough to bruise, stripping her like I was about to assault her. Her bra was right there, exposed.
The firm swell of her breasts proved that the D-cup size she had mentioned earlier was no lie. It was a massive chest among the top five percent of women I had ever seen.
It was not just size. Most women with large breasts droop, and I had not expected much.
I placed one hand on her back and unhooked the bra in one swift motion. The straps loosened and her breasts spilled free.
Her nipples were shorter than I expected, and her areolas were a nice, warm brown.
I wanted to suck them right then, but I held back and reached for her skirt and stockings instead. I peeled those off next, finally dragging her panties down.
“Uueet…!”
The moment I yanked her panties away, a long strand of wetness clung to them like a spiderweb, stretching and breaking.
“Wet already?”
The second the words left my mouth her face flushed crimson.
“Uuu…”
She looked embarrassed even while showing me how soaked her pussy was.
“You need a shower.”
I grabbed her wrist as she stood completely naked and led her to the tub. I turned on the shower and adjusted the temperature.
Then I suddenly blasted her with cold water.
“Aiyaa!”
She yelped cutely, startled by the sudden spray.
“Cold?”
“Uh… n-no…”
She managed to answer, clearly flustered.
Of course she was. Not even an hour earlier she had spoken to me politely, using honorifics, acting courteous. Now I had kicked open the motel room door and was ripping her clothes off while she deepthroated me, almost raping her.
Yet her body reacted honestly, water cascading over her skin as she shivered.
I washed every inch of her—neck, back, breasts, belly, hips, thighs, pussy, and asshole—thoroughly.
While rinsing her breasts, I let my fingers tease her nipples, flicking them up and down in a light, playful rhythm.
“Uueet… uuu…”
She grabbed my wrist, trying to stop me, but she was too weak.
Still, she let me massage them, squeezing and kneading each breast like it was clay.
“Haueet… ueeet… ♥”
Her lips produced lewd, involuntary moans as I groped and squished her tits.
I gave her breasts the same treatment I had given her mouth earlier, then slid my hands down her sides to her belly.
“Uueet… ueeet…”
The moment my fingers brushed her Y-zone and the cleft of her ass, her face turned red again.
One hand rubbed the space between her pussy lips in slow circles, the other squeezed her ass the way you would knead dough, then trailed lower between the cheeks.
I pushed two fingers into her pussy and one into her asshole under the pretense of washing them, still degrading her.
“Uuu… uuu…!”
She could not speak, humiliated beyond words.
I held the shower head between her thighs and rinsed her, but her pussy juices still leaked onto my fingers, warm and unmistakable.
“Ya.”
Smack!
“Haaaang!!”
I slapped her pussy hard. The juices sprayed out in long strings when my hand pulled away.
“Already dripping just because I touched your tits?”
“Uueee… s-sorry… haueet… I’m sorry…!”
She said the words, but her body betrayed her completely, pussy gushing freely.
I rinsed her pussy and asshole with the shower water, then let the tub refill to two-thirds full from the running tap.
After humiliating and washing her crotch and legs, I turned the water off.
“Kneel.”
“N… no…”
She obeyed immediately, dropping to her knees in the water.
The first thing in front of her was my angry cock, which she had already forced down her throat earlier.
“Uuee… uuu…”
Her cheeks flushed as she saw it.
Without being told, she opened her mouth and took me in again.
“Chuep… uuep… uuep… uuep… chuuep…”
She sucked with perfect, vacuum-like devotion, tongue swirling, cheeks hollowing.
I rested my hand on the back of her head, letting her set the rhythm, then suddenly grabbed her ponytail and forced her down until her nose was buried in my balls.
“Uuep… uuek… uuep… uuuuep!!”
Her eyes widened in panic. She gagged violently, coughing and retching into my shaft, her hand slapping uselessly against my abs.
“Uuek… uueeek!!! uueeeuek!!! uuek!! uueeeek!! kek kek!! kuek!!!”
I held her ponytail tight, keeping my cock buried to the hilt in her throat while she fought. After ten seconds I pulled out slowly.
She kept coughing and gagging, trying to breathe but failing.
“Ya.”
“Uuek… uueeeek… kek… kuek…!”
She could not answer yet, still choking.
“Couldn’t take it?”
“Kehek… ye…?”
I grabbed her ponytail and shoved her face back into the water.
“Gururuek!!! Koruek!!”
Only wet bubbling sounds came from her as I held her down.
She thrashed, hands clawing at my wrist, but I would not let her up.
After about fifteen seconds I pulled her out.
“Gueuek… kek kek!! kek kek kek!!!!”
She coughed harder than when I had been face-fucking her.
Her hair and face were completely soaked and tangled, but the sight only made me harder.
“Ya.”
“Gueeeek… kek… kek kek… ye… ye…!! yeyeyey!!!”
Terrified, she answered.
“Wasn’t sucking hard enough?”
“N… no… uuek!!!”
Before she could finish, I grabbed her ponytail and rammed my cock straight back into her throat.
I pulled out to the tip and pushed in again, repeatedly, gradually speeding up.
“Uuep… uuekuek… uuepuepuep… uuuuep…!”
Her ponytail was in my fist. I used her head exactly like a fleshlight, stroking my cock through the tight tunnel of her mouth at my own pace, as if I were fucking a sleeve with lube.
Then I buried myself to the hilt again.
“Uuek… uuuuuuek!!!!!”
She struggled wildly, trying to pull away, but my grip on her ponytail never loosened.
I kept her face down for twenty seconds this time.
When I finally withdrew, her retching was louder than before.
“Uueeeeeeek!!! kuek!! kuek!! kek kek!!!!”
Coughing and gagging, but no actual vomiting.
“Ya.”
Smack!
I slapped her cheek hard.
“Uueeeek…! kek!! kyaaat!!”
She jumped at the sound of my hand on wet skin.
The echo of the slap rang through the bathroom.
“U… uue…”
“Still not sucking properly?”
I grabbed her ponytail again.
“Uuee… a… an…!”
The words died before she could finish. I shoved her face back under the water.
“Koruerueruek!!”
The bubbling sounded louder this time.
She thrashed, trying to surface, but I kept her ponytail buried deep in the water.
After twenty seconds I pulled her up.
“Puaaaaaak!!! kek kek!!! kek kek!!!”
This time I yanked her by the ponytail, forcing her to her feet, then checked her pussy.
It was already dripping wet.
“Ya, you filthy slut.”
I grabbed her ponytail and pushed her back to her knees.
“Your pussy is soaking wet, huh? You like being tortured?”
“U… u… n-no… please… no…”
She shook her head violently in fear, but her body was dripping, clearly aroused.
“Wrong answer, crazy bitch.”
I shoved her face under the water again.
“Koruerueruek!!”
Air bubbles kept rising as I held her down.
She fought like before, but it was useless.
This time I only dunked her for ten seconds.
“Puaaaaaak!!! kek kek… y-yes… I’m sorry…!”
Even though she was begging in terror, her flushed face looked up at me with something darker, something hungry.
Then a thought crossed my mind.
“Ya. Get up.”
“N… yeyeyeye!!!”
The second she heard me, she jumped to her feet.
I checked her pussy again.
It was soaked. I could tell it was her own juices, not just water.
I felt how wet she was, then leaned her against the tub edge and made her lie down.
“Mount me.”
“U… u… ye…!”
She answered in confusion.
Why was she confused…? Ah! Right, the condom… I forgot…
“Ah… I’ll get the condom…”
“N… no…!”
She still lay there. I placed my cock between her pussy lips and rubbed slowly, spreading her folds.
“Uueet… uuuueet…!”
Even though it was wet, her juices made it slick, not painful.
I pushed my cock in slowly, starting at the tip, until the entire shaft was buried in her pussy and my balls rested against her ass.
“Hueueet…!”
She moaned from the stretch.
She was in the same position as when I had fucked her on the bed—legs spread, hips raised.
I grabbed her hips and began to rock back and forth slowly.
“Hueet… hueeeeng… hueet…! ♥”
Her body rocked with me, and the water in the tub sloshed around us.
I held her hips, fucking her, then slowly pulled my hands away.
She did not wait for my command. Her hips started moving on their own, lewdly rolling and grinding.
“Uueeet… ♡”
I watched her face as she fucked herself on me.
Her hair and face were drenched and messy from the water.
But that face was truly obscene.
Her eyes were already half-lost from torture and deepthroating.
Yet the emptiness in them quickly filled with raw, dripping lust.
In that moment she lunged at me.
“Uuep!!!”
I was startled. She threw herself against me in the water, kissing me as if she were in heat, even though I had not ordered it.
I opened my mouth and let her.
“Uuep… chuep… uuep… chuep… chuep…!”
In the water, after being tortured and then fucked, she was a vision of pure eroticism.
Her body trembled against mine, her moans lost in the wet sounds of our kiss.
I held her ponytail again and thrust upward, matching her frantic rhythm.
Her breasts bounced with every thrust, nipples hard and flushed.
She did not need to be told. Her hips moved faster, chasing her own release.
“Uueeeet… uueee… ♥”
The water sloshed violently around us as we fucked in the small tub.
Her pussy clenched around my cock, hot and slick, her juices coating me completely.
I could feel her heart pounding against my chest, her breath ragged and desperate.
The shame from earlier was gone. In its place was only this blinding, animal need.
She broke the kiss just long enough to look at me, eyes glassy.
“More… please… more…”
Her voice was hoarse, but the command in it was clear.
I smiled, a dark, satisfied smile.
I gripped her ponytail tighter and pounded upward harder.
“Hueeeet…!!”
Her whole body shook. She came with a broken cry, pussy spasming around me, flooding the water between us.
I followed right after, thrusting deep one final time before I spilled inside her.
We stayed like that for a long moment, panting, bodies still twitching.
Then, slowly, the guilt began to creep in.
The water started to cool. The steam faded. My hand loosened on her ponytail.
She stayed on top of me, still trembling, but her eyes slowly clouded with shame.
“Master…?”
I did not answer right away.
She tried to pull off me, but I kept her hips pinned.
“I’m sorry…” she whispered, voice cracking. “For… for everything. I was too… too much. I should have been more obedient. I… I didn’t want to make you angry…”
Her tears started to fall, mixing with the leftover water on her face.
I let her go eventually, but she did not move away. Instead she curled into my chest, small and fragile, like a broken doll.
The shame washed over me too.
I had forgotten the condom. I had let myself get carried away. I had turned her into something less than human just because I could.
The thought of how she had looked—eyes glassy, begging, dripping, lost—made something twist in my chest.
I had pushed her past every limit.
I had made her feel this.
My hands shook as I held her.
She was crying quietly now, shoulders trembling.
“Jian…”
I had never called her that before.
She looked up at me, eyes red and swollen.
“Master… please don’t… don’t hate me…”
Her voice was small, broken.
I did not know how to answer.
The guilt settled over me like a heavy blanket.
I had wanted to break her completely.
And now I was holding the pieces.
She pressed her face into my neck, whispering the same words again and again.
“I’m sorry… I’m sorry… I’m sorry…”
I stroked her wet hair, feeling the tremble in her body.
The shower was still running somewhere in the background, but the water had gone cold long ago.
The guilt was cold too.
I had forgotten to use protection.
I had forgotten the consequences.
I had treated her like meat, and she had let me.
And now I could not stop the wave of shame that crashed over me.
She was not supposed to feel this.
She was supposed to be empty, obedient, nothing.
But she was crying, and I was the one who had made her cry.
My arms tightened around her.
I should have stopped.
I should have pulled out.
I should have thought.
But I had not.
And now the guilt was here, heavy and suffocating, and I had no idea how to make it go away.