Isekai Milf Story - Saintess Arc (16): Under the Desk Indulgence
"Mm... If you hug me like that..."
"Nngh..."
As always, in the saintess's office. As our "education" session was wrapping up, I suddenly threw my arms around Serena from the front, acting all clingy and spoiled. It was all part of handing over the reins to her, of course. By sticking to her like this at every opportunity, she'd start giving more commands, bringing out that delicious dominant edge.
"I-I'm really in a bind here... Alright, that's enough for today. We need to get started, so... have a seat?"
"Yesss!"
Plop. The moment she said it, I dropped straight to the floor like a loyal pet, kneeling obediently and gazing up at her with wide, sparkling eyes.
Serena stammered in flustered surprise. "Ah, no, I meant... under the sofa... Nngh."
She cut herself off mid-sentence, clamping her mouth shut. After a brief pause, as if pondering something, she parted her soft lips again and said something adorably naughty.
"You're right. The sofa might get dirty. Let's just do it here today. Stay just like that."
Nngh, perfect. So she was starting to crave a position switch herself. As Serena slipped off her saintess robes and slid her panties down, her figure transformed into that perversely erotic sight—thick pussy lips accentuated between the pure white garter stockings gripping her plush thighs and the garter straps. The difference from before? Now, she only blushed a little showing off this slutty outfit, no longer too shy to even meet my eyes. The overall vibe had softened into something plush and cozy, making it easier for her to enjoy.
"Beeeef~"
"Haah...!"
Just like always, I flicked my tongue over her pussy flesh for foreplay, and Serena started panting in that sweet, needy voice. She had me on my knees while she stood, making me eat her out. Sitting on the sofa with her legs spread was something lovers might do tenderly, but receiving it standing? Totally different vibe. The former felt like being cherished; the latter screamed superiority, with her towering above and me way down low. Though those massive tits probably blocked her view anyway.
Standing over someone to satisfy these urges thrilled men and women alike, but the rush was definitely stronger for her. In this medieval fantasy world—not some gender-flipped matriarchy—most men took the lead sexually and socially. So having a man kneel and lap at your pussy like a dog? The thrill had to be double for a woman.
At least, that's what I figured. Serena wasn't cunning enough to consciously revel in it, but instinctively, she sensed it amplified her pleasure.
"Haaah... Hah. Haaaah... Nngh, ngh. Nnnngh...♥"
Squish... Squish squish...♥
Sure enough, her moans grew sluttier than usual, pussy juices drooling out in sticky streams. Her sounds were so sweet that as I lapped them up, I tilted my head inwardly.
A position where she couldn't see my face, but felt utter dominance. Moaning like this meant she wasn't just enjoying sex—she was getting off on using me like a masturbation toy, reveling in the satisfaction.
She'd been getting this creepy vibe lately. Most women I'd been with locked eyes, exchanged emotions... played cute and traded give-and-take. But Serena, fixated on endless pussy worship? Her focus felt a bit off-kilter. Still, prioritizing her own pleasure as the main event? Excellent news.
As ecstasy made her pussy gush, her ass and thighs quivered. She looked wobbly, so I sneaked my hands back to grab her cheeks. She shivered with a lewd "Hiiing...♥" and trembled all over.
Her soft, jiggly saintess ass. I kneaded those huge, firm globes relentlessly, and she didn't stop me—instead, she relaxed into it, letting me mash them like dough. No complaints about touching new territory meant she secretly loved my filthy hands.
I massaged her muscles thoroughly, adding subtle tingles of pleasure. Anyone would melt for this technique.
"Puhah... Saintess, am I doing good?"
"Hah. Hah... Ah. Y-Yes... You're doing great...♥"
Pulling back slightly, a thick strand of pussy juice stretched from her slit to my lips before snapping lewdly. Looking up, she stroked my head gently, her face flushed.
She'd gotten so used to petting me. Stroke stroke... Haaah, feels way too good.
"Aah...♥"
As I licked my slick lips and purred under her touch, her excited voice floated down. Her lips quivered dangerously, and though she tried to compose herself, her mouth twitched upward like it might float away.
After more foreplay, as she neared climax, she warned, "I-It's coming soon...!" helping me catch it all. She'd adapted—no more splashing my face. Or maybe she just loved watching me devour every drop for her twisted fulfillment. Who knew anymore.
"Haaaaaaaang♥!!"
Like always, her lashes fluttered as she squirted wildly into my buried mouth. I slurped it all up, ending our lovemaking.
Post-orgasm, her legs buckled. To steady herself, she gripped my hair tightly without thinking...
"Auuu... Hauuuh...♥"
Shudder shudder... So beastly and perverted—it was today's hottest turn-on.
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The very next day, in the office.
"...Come over here?"
Serena half-commanded me. She'd been awkward at first, but as I obeyed perfectly, her tone was shifting bolder. Soon, I'd see an even brattier saintess.
"Nngh. Here today?"
"Yes. The cathedral's crowded... S-Someone might hear... or walk in mid-way... Hiding here would be better... No, we'll do it here."
She rattled off excuses unprompted, but ended firm. Despite her soundproofing spell, total bullshit. Still, understandable—she was tapping her desk, ordering me under it.
Her first bold desire: this kinky setup. Had she developed a weird fetish? Adding "today" made it creepily cute. Tired of the same routine, craving variety tomorrow? Same difference.
"Got it."
She'd been nervous I'd call her out, but sighed in relief as I nodded and crawled under. Gulping, she started undressing—then paused. "Ah, right... For hiding..."
She awkwardly hiked up her rolled saintess robes to her waist and plopped her huge ass down, blocking my view of everything but her lower half.
One thing forgotten, though.
"Ah, panties too..."
As she spread slightly for the incoming waves, she felt the fabric. Before I could speak, she commanded, "Ah, take them off yourself?"
Out of sight, her tone turned brazen. Guess from now on, if she didn't strip, I'd handle it.
I tugged them down, and she moaned "Ung..." softly, lifting her legs to help. The shadows from the desk and robes made her crotch dimly erotic.
Grabbing her thighs, I crudely spread them wide. She just murmured "Ah..." with no resistance.
"Nngh, nngh... Nnnngh...♥"
Flicking her plump lips, sucking her slit—her muffled voice echoed from beyond the desk.
"Ngh. Nngh♥ Ahng, haah, haaaah! Hauuu... Nnnngh♥"
Face-down on the desk? The echo tickled my ears surround-style. Out of sight, she unleashed sweet moans freely, like she'd shed all inhibitions for pure bliss. Cutting visuals let her indulge guilt-free? Or was she treating me like a masturbation pet? Total pervert.
"Slurp. Suck suck... Schluuuurp... Gulp. Schloop."
"Huuung...♥ Hng."
For ten minutes, I teased her clit base feather-light, building stimulation... Her juices flowed heavier, then she squirted like a hose, drenching my face.
I jammed my mouth in, sucking the torrent. She wailed "Haaaaah♥!! Haaaaah...♥!!!" her thighs quaking dangerously.
After, she panted raggedly, tension gone. The gush was insane—like a broken faucet. No wonder; cramming a man under her desk to hose his face with squirt? Pure luxury for her.
Nngh, I could build a harem at the nunnery and live like this... But serving her filled me with bliss—no complaints, just a weird thrill.
Even after, she left me under. Why? Then her legs spread wider on their own.
"Ngh..."
Bulging♥ Her soaked pussy lips wriggled invitingly, clit swollen and begging. Like demanding her usual clit kiss.
"Nngh..."
Her nasally whine sounded like coquetry... Mesmerized, I leaned in and planted a soft "smack" on her erect clit.
"Ang♥"
Relief hit; her pussy winked "Peck peck♥" as her hips danced joyfully.
Aaah, so slutty. Late bloomers are trouble.