A Night at the Motel
A motel is, after all, for staying the night. I began to move my hips in earnest. Forcing my way into her dry vaginal canal felt like a brand-new sensation. Though my cock had shrunk in length, its girth remained the same; as it forced its way into Charlotte’s passage like a tumbler, a stifled moan leaked out. Her brow furrowed in pain.
“Ugh-nnngh—hngh, ahhh-----”
Even so, Charlotte faithfully obeyed my command not to move her arms. Even as she clawed at the pillows, she didn’t forget her role as an onahole. The panties she held in her mouth were soaked with saliva. It was a spectacular sight. A disheveled Charlotte, exposing her under-breast, her navel trembling, accepting my cock while the words 'Onahole for Sexual Relief' were scrawled across her lower abdomen.
The sensation of her vaginal walls tightening around my cock was different from usual, too. Before, they had wrapped around me softly, but today, they gripped me with a rigid intensity. Without any foreplay, her vaginal muscles were stretched taut. I didn't even hold her to comfort her, playing into the sadistic nature of the sex. I treated her as ruthlessly as if our date that morning had all been a lie. Without a shred of affection, I handled her just like an onahole.
When I grabbed her knees and spread her legs wide, Charlotte hung her head and sobbed. She was, for all intents and purposes, a butterfly pinned to a board. A surge of excitement rose within me, and I whispered words meant to humiliate her.
“Charlotte, you like being treated this roughly, don’t you?”
Charlotte forced herself to nod. But unlike her sorrowful face, her pussy was honest. I could feel the tip of my cock being coated in moisture. Pre-cum welled up from within her. Even while being forced, her succubus body was pumping out fluids to please her man and bring pleasure to her master. Charlotte bit her lip, perhaps resentful of her own body.
I felt like laughing. I explained to the camera just how lewd Charlotte’s body was.
“You see, Charlotte is such a pervert. When I ram into her like this, she cries and says she hates it at first. But if I tease her just a little, she starts leaking like a faucet.”
I spread her legs further to show the point of our connection. White foam, signaling Charlotte’s arousal, smeared against the shaft of my cock. Charlotte, mortified that she’d been caught getting turned on while being forced, squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head back and forth.
“No—nooo-ooo!”
A moan leaked out from behind the black lace panties. Charlotte squeezed her eyes shut, tossing her silky hair, and tried to pull her legs together. But I pressed down on her knees, pinning her thighs firmly to the floor. I wanted to show off the graffiti on her stomach and the milky residue coating my cock even more.
“Man, I don’t know how you managed to go without sex back in Canada. Look at you, leaking like this while being treated like an onahole. You’re so filthy.”
I pulled my cock out on purpose and laughed. The sides of my member were covered in a thick foam made of lube and her own fluids. Seeing the residue clinging to my cock, which reached all the way to her navel, Charlotte trembled with shame. Her neck had turned bright red. Even for a succubus, she must be weak to this kind of humiliating play.
Seeing Charlotte’s face flushed with shame sent a shiver of pleasure through my bones. I plunged my cock back into her onahole-pussy, and a sharp cry escaped her.
“Charlotte, you’re actually liking it now, aren’t you?”
As I scolded her and rotated my hips like a millstone, Charlotte’s waist jerked with pleasure. She was no longer in pain. I toyed with her lazily from above.
“Charlotte. You like it when I use you like an onahole? Whose pussy is this?”
“Ummph—uuuuuuu—”
She looked at me with desperate eyes and said something. Because her mouth was blocked by the panties, I couldn't hear her well, but it sounded like my name. Hearing that made me want to ejaculate inside her.
“Charlotte, I’m going to cum inside, so tighten up.”
I placed my thumb on her erect clitoris and rubbed it back and forth. She must have liked the side-to-side motion, as her pussy tightened around me. Moaning at the tight grip, I pressed my cock deeper and rocked my hips from side to side. A beast-like cry flowed from Charlotte’s lips. And then, the climax surged up my spine.
“I’m cumming inside the onahole—!!!”
I shouted, thrusting my hips deep. Throb, throb—! I could feel thick, yogurt-like semen being pumped into Charlotte’s vaginal canal.
“Hngh—hnnngggghhh—”
Charlotte reached her own climax at the same moment, her body trembling violently. She had screamed so intensely that the panties fell out of her mouth and dropped to the side. Perhaps ashamed of climaxing while being treated like an onahole, she desperately buried her face in the pillow. But the aftershocks of her orgasm remained; when I prodded her a little with my cock, her arms and lower abdomen twitched. Her fish-like reactions were so amusing that I prodded her pussy a bit more before pulling out.
Even after such intense sex, Charlotte’s pussy stayed tightly shut, not letting a single drop of semen escape. Still, the signs of her long torment were clear. The skin around her pinkish-white pussy was flushed red, making it obscenely erotic. But to film the second half of the video, I needed some semen to leak out.
I smiled mischievously and warned her.
“Charlotte, this might hurt a little. Can you take it?”
Then, I pulled back my middle finger and flicked her clitoris, letting my fingernail graze it. Charlotte’s waist, still lost in the afterglow of her orgasm, snapped upward.
“Hiiik, hiiiiik—”
It was the same flick I’d used on Young-sun before. With a bewildered expression, not knowing what had just happened, she writhed in pain. Then, seeing my hand, she understood the situation and tears began to stream down her face.
“Sob, Oppa—that’s too mean—”
Even so, she kept her arms buried in the pillow. It was a posture she seemed unlikely to abandon until I told her to pull them out. Her pussy twitched repeatedly, as if it had been electrocuted. Semen began to leak out from within her, thick like cream pie.
I explained to the subscribers, “See, if you cum inside an onahole like this, cleaning up is a hassle. In times like these, using a condom is a good way to go. Charlotte, get up and put a condom on me with your mouth.”
Even after being teased so roughly, Charlotte reached out and tore open the condom wrapper with her teeth the moment I commanded her. But she kept dropping it. It seemed she was struggling because it was an item that didn't exist in the Demon Realm.
“Charlotte’s having trouble because it’s her first time using a condom. This is a problem.”
Making a girl who’s never used a condom before put one on with her mouth... Even as I said it, my cock trembled with excitement. Charlotte looked at me with tear-filled eyes.
“I asked you... to use a condom earlier, too... You’re mean...”
I looked at the camera’s position and grinned. “Ah, that’s right. Charlotte asked me last time. She said she takes birth control but is still worried, so she wanted me to use a condom. But honestly, it feels better for both of us without one, so is it really necessary?”
While I was talking, Charlotte finally got the hang of it. She took the condom into her lips. She kissed my glans carefully, pressed the latex rubber against the mucous membrane with her lips, and tightened her mouth into an 'O' shape to slowly roll the ring down. Perhaps because it was her first time, the speed at which it descended was sluggish.
“Charlotte. Tighten your lips more and roll it down. You’re going to kill my erection.”
Charlotte squeezed her eyes shut and pushed the ring with her lips. The ring reached the base of my 21cm cock. Then, she gagged and coughed, as if she’d poked her throat. Charlotte’s eyes had turned bright red.
“Good job, Charlotte.”
I stroked her hair and pulled it out of her mouth. The calm luster of the rubber shone around my thick cock. Come to think of it, this was my first time using a condom, too.
“Since it’s Charlotte’s first time using a condom, she’s a bit clumsy. I ask for your understanding, everyone.”
Saying that, I moved into the second round. This time, I had her hug me from behind and told her not to let go, then I put on the condom and thrust into Charlotte’s passage. Honestly speaking, it felt strange with the condom on. I didn't think I’d have any reason to use one unless I was filming lewd photos.
The second ejaculation took a bit longer, and Charlotte was similar. She whispered into my ear, “It feels strange with the condom on.”
After the second round ended and I turned off the recording, Charlotte blankly took off her dress. Then, looking at me, tears began to stream down her face.
“Oppa. Do you really think that...? Am I just a cum-dumpster onahole to you?”
Charlotte asked, sobbing. The words 'Onahole for Sexual Relief' written on her stomach heaved with her breath. I was flustered and hugged her.
“Charlotte. That’s not it. Have I ever said things like that when we aren't doing this? I only say those things because I get excited during sex, you know?”
“...Still... it’s scary...”
“I promise, Charlotte. It’s really not like that. You know how much I love you.”
“Do you... really love me?”
Her tear-filled eyes stared straight at me. She was so beautiful it was suffocating. And it was exciting. To think she’d ask if I really loved her while being hurt by my dirty talk. She was cute enough to die for. I hugged her waist tighter and whispered.
“Of course, Charlotte. I love you so much.”
“I love you too, Oppa...”
Charlotte buried her face in my shoulder and let out a breath. “Hold me tighter.”
As I held her, she hugged me back and whispered in my ear, “If you really think those things, I won’t forgive you...”
“I’m telling you, I really love you.”
Only then did Charlotte feel relieved and hold me even tighter. We started as a contractual relationship where I would do whatever play she wanted, but now that we’d built up some history, she seemed to be afraid of my words. This was just a game! It wasn't that I hated Charlotte. It was just my preference...
But Charlotte, seemingly unable to believe me, stared at me intently.
“Does Oppa really get excited when you say mean things? Like calling me a sex-slave, a cum-dumpster, and writing things like this on me...”
Yeah, I get excited. Even now, seeing you sad makes me even more excited. I want to see you cry more. At my words, Charlotte covered herself with the blanket.
“Beast. Pervert. Oppa is mean. I don’t know. I’m sulking.”
“Alright, Charlotte. I was wrong.”
I crawled under the blanket, hugged Charlotte, and comforted her. “You’re so gentle when we aren't having sex, but you become violent and mean the moment we do... which one is the real Oppa?”
She asked with red-rimmed eyes. Well. I’m not really sure about that myself... I don’t know. Since we’re staying the night, I should just enjoy it.
After that, I enjoyed tormenting Charlotte a bit more. In particular, the play where I made her go to the front desk in just her dress to get another pack of condoms was incredibly fun. The motel clerk was flustered and insisted he couldn't give us any more, but when Charlotte said, ‘Then Oppa says he’s going to... do it without a condom and cum inside me...’, he handed them over right away. He can go jerk off imagining Charlotte by himself.
I left dozens of hickeys on Charlotte’s breasts and fucked her until her lower half was covered in semen. I also enjoyed pouring body wash on my cock and violating Charlotte’s anus. We filled the bathtub with water up to our ankles, showered together, and then I had her get on all fours like a dog for anal sex. Even while muttering that I was mean, she eventually grabbed the edge of the tub, leaking fluids from her pussy, and climaxed through her rear.
Charlotte didn't forget to clean the semen that had entered and exited her ass with her mouth, cleaning my cock—which was covered in soap bubbles and her own fluids—with her tongue. Seeing Charlotte rinse her mouth with tap water was so exciting. The finale was fake condoms made by filling them with shampoo and tying them off.
I placed five used condoms on Charlotte’s stomach and took a photo, including the filthy words written on her. It was truly a magnificent night at the motel.