070. Final Day of the Flesh Toilet Creampie Punishment! Playing with Master's Tongue While Admiring Her Bloated Belly After 20 Rounds Till She Fucks Out
Night had fallen once again. Today marked the sixth day of Sylvia's flesh toilet internal ejaculation punishment period. Tomorrow would be the end of this week without any pussy sex. In other words, all I had to do was cum in her ass tonight and show off the bloated belly until tomorrow. Starting tomorrow night, we'd return to normal life, and I'd be able to creampie my master's pussy again.
During these six days, I hadn't creampied her pussy even once. It was a shame, but the only play her pussy got was during lectures—fingering her clit while she fidgeted. My cock had only gone into her ass for every ejaculation. It wasn't that I hated pounding Sylvia's ass, but after days without pussy, a bit of mental thirst was setting in.
On the flip side, every time I remembered this was punishment, a twinge of guilt hit me—but knowing it was almost over brought a sense of relief.
"Sylvia. Gotta wash up before the punishment, right?"
The punishment she'd given me: once night fell, treat her like a flesh toilet and inject semen. But first, we had to empty out last night's load.
—Can't fill it without emptying first.
I was floored watching Sylvia stroke her belly like a mother fussing over her unborn baby.
"Ugh... my semen... gotta take it out, huh."
"No way. Why regret it? I'll put more right back in."
"But still, throwing it away..."
It sounded like she was talking about abandoning a child... It was just semen. I snapped out of my momentary daze and scolded her.
"We had a deal, remember?"
"Hiiing."
Sylvia pouted and raised her arms obediently. Guess she got it. As her slave, I helped her undress.
Swish—rustle—
Her cadet uniform slipped off under my hands, revealing her naked body bit by bit. Once fully stripped, Sylvia's belly protruded like she was pregnant—beyond what "overeating" could explain.
"Look at this—doesn't it feel like your baby's in here?"
It's not a baby. It's not a baby. Master, please! I felt like I was going insane.
Sylvia stood naked, hands on hips, nose in the air, posing proudly without a hint of shame. Stripping down and striking that pose was so cute and arousing... but that belly made it feel so depraved.
"...Ahem."
"Heehee... acting like a boy again? Your face turns red at dirty talk like this!"
She grinned and poked my cheeks with her index finger.
"...My face is red 'cause you're historically hot right now, not your words. So damn sexy!"
"Heehee. I guess I am!"
Her upper body shook, making those two beautiful mountains jiggle. But below them loomed an even bigger hill. Her belly. I closed my eyes, opened them—still bloated. How can a bloated belly be such a turn-on? Am I a total fucking pervert?
"Ugh. My body's getting heavier... don't I look a bit piggy?"
"Piggy?! Not at all! It's just your rectum stretching with elasticity. Uh, yeah... not fat, just increased capacity."
"Right, right. That's it. My slave-exclusive cum pouch is just super full right now. The only thing that's expanded is the weight of the semen anyway."
"C-cum pouch...? You call it that?"
Sylvia pointed alternately at her ass and lower belly.
"Can't make babies through here, right? So it's a cum pouch. Baby pouch is here."
I smacked my forehead and shook my head. Treating her like a pregnant woman, I carefully scooped her up and headed to the bathroom. Nuzzled against my chest, she rubbed her face on me.
...Kinda ticklish, but I can't laugh like an idiot.
Click—the bathroom door opened. I brought the recessed bath chair and sat her down. Then I slipped my hand between the grooves and gripped the anal plug's handle.
"Gonna pull it out now?"
"Haguuuuk...♡"
...It wouldn't budge. Her sphincter was gripping it tight; every tug made her curl up and shiver.
"...Made it too big again. Could shrink it with mana, but why... Sigh. Sylvia, just yank it today too?"
"Hiiit. Of course! Love it when the big one's ripped out."
I sighed inwardly. I was always anxious it'd tear her ass, but she just grinned mischievously, wiggling in delight.
This is infuriating. She has no idea how worried I get, the perverted master!
Pop—!!
"Nngiiiit──♡!!"
Splurt! Drip drip—!
Gush gush...
With a cheerful pop, the huge anal plug came out, followed by a filthy flood of my semen pouring out like molasses.
"Hiiit. Hng. Hnguut♡"
Psssh—pyut—psshk—!
She farted semen from her ass while her pussy squirted in sync. She even hosed a long stream like she was peeing.
"Hak...♡ Haak...♡ Hak...♡ Heehee...♡"
A perverted expression unfit for her pretty face. Her facial muscles twitched as she savored the vulgar climax. And here I was, thinking it was just cute. Guess I've been corrupted too.
"Heuk...♡ Still bloated...♡"
Her belly hadn't fully deflated—some semen must still be inside. She stroked her lower belly lovingly, her eyes practically sparkling with hearts, thrilled for more cum-expulsion orgasms.
"Sylvia, you're such a pervert."
"Fuhi hi♡ Thanks for the compliment."
I moved behind her smug self and sat on my bath chair. Squeak—shooo...
Grabbing the showerhead, I rinsed her lower half and the floor, washing the cock juice down the drain. Sylvia watched wistfully.
"Hing... such a waste..."
"Hey now. We agreed fresh loads are fine, but old ones aren't."
"But... aged inside, it'd taste unique..."
"No. You promised to listen on this."
"Tch... I'm the master, but you won't let me eat semen... unfair."
What to do with that semen obsession. I couldn't say no when she slurped fresh backflow in the heat of the moment, but eating stuff fermented inside for hours? No way. Even if her body's clean, it's a mood thing. Maybe if I get more perverted later, but not yet.
Her pouty lips stuck out, so I smooched them—kiss. Her face lit up instantly.
"Then let's give your ass a break and wash up first?"
"Yeah! Sounds good."
Sitting behind her, I spread her legs wide, locking my knees under hers. She not only accepted but wrapped her arms around my neck, entrusting her limbs to me. As I groped her defenseless nude with obsessive hands, moans escaped.
Rub rub...
"Hyak—♡ Heung...♡ Hik♡!?"
Looked like foreplay, not washing—but with body lotion foam, it counted as bathing.
"Heuk♡ Heheuk♡"
How could attending her bath ever get boring? I'd love this forever.
"Cliii...♡ Niiiples...♡ Hiiit♡ Nooo♡ Goooood...♡"
"What? Can't tell. Bad? Good?"
"Heuuung...♡ Too muuuch...♡ Kng♡!"
Pshut—pyut—
Vulgar handiwork made her squirt through the foam. Pinching her clit made her asshole pucker, dribbling more semen.
"Heuk...♡ Hiuut...♡"
Lewd-faced, she shuddered in noble ecstasy from this climax-bath service, while I dutifully washed her. Nothing weird here.
"Asss...♡ Seems cleeean now...♡ Master's ass rested enough...♡"
"Yeah? Then I'll press your belly again."
"Yess... Hiiik─♡!!"
Gurgle—glorp—glorp—
Squeezing her protruding belly made her expel, hitting another vulgar cum-shitting orgasm while squirting from the front. Her face melted in bliss.
"Hnyaaa...♡ Hnyaaat...♡"
Pressed against me, her belly squished under my arm, steadily glurking out semen. As a faithful slave, I used my free arm to tease her erogenous zones even mid-climax. Helping her chain orgasms was crucial.
"Nnghiiiit—♡!! Nooo—♡!! Aaaang—♡!!"
"Hey, no thrashing. Stay put and cum nicely."
"Hngiii♡!! Pleeease♡ Nooo♡ Clit nooo—♡!!"
Cumming low from semen expulsion, she layered on multi-orgasms elsewhere. Watching climaxes stack was mesmerizing every time. Foreplay shower stretched endlessly.
She moaned weirdly and cutely under my hands the whole time. With her cum-stuffed insides emptied, Sylvia was drained from "bathing" service alone. But now the real start.
She'd emptied her back hole for nightly service—so time to refill. I carried her wobbly form to bed.
"Heung... tomorrow this punishment ends..."
"Why, sad? I'm sorry to you, so no more screw-ups... but maybe secret punishment play sometimes?"
"P-punishment play...!? Heehee. How do you think of that? You're a pervert like me!"
In this world, "pervert" wasn't an insult. Just meant horny. Totally normal word, no sting.
"They say lovers start looking alike."
"Eut...♡ My slave says pretty things. Sounds nice."
I'd cursed—not at her, but in front of her often. Never called out. One sweet line and she calls it "pretty words." Guess that's what matters to her.
Laying Sylvia on the bed, her post-climax tremors lingered as she assumed flesh toilet pose herself. Grabbing her legs, folding into a U—submissive perfection. I was insanely aroused.
That pose is too hot.
Sylvia spoke in a sultry voice.
"Now... refill me..."
"Got it. Right away."
Her body was scorching, already multi-orgasmed—maybe rest her? But good slaves follow routine. I pressed my glans to her asshole and thrust hard.
Squelch—...
"H-kkuuht...♡ Hak... Haak...♡"
"Rooted to the hilt in one go. Impressive, master."
"Het... Heaak...♡ Hoo... Hoo—... Whew—..."
"Wait more?"
"Hak... don't stooop...♡ Crush more...♡!?"
Squiiiish—
Before she finished, I leaned in with my weight. Her head snapped back, tongue lolling as she squirted like a water gun, splattering my belly.
Splish—spliish—!!
Last anal day—my cock felt bigger, harder. Her first sloppy orgasm hit fast, moans louder than yesterday.
Or maybe just from shower cums...
Whatever. I continued my confessional flesh toilet creampie.
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Managed a casual 20 rounds. Sylvia's belly bloated again.
"Hweeeee...♡"
Taking 20 consecutive creampies, she flopped like a frog, face spaced out. She'd fainted and woken repeatedly mid-way. Time to tease.
"Sylvia, you said no fainting orgasms—embarrassing for a noble. Gonna pretend you never said that?"
"Mheee...♡"
"Huh? Listening?"
"Huu...♡?"
No response. Out of it.
"Look at that lolling tongue. Sloppy girl, lemme fix it."
I grabbed her tongue to tuck it in—but toyed with it instead, shaking and kneading.
"Myuruberup...♡"
"Ngh... eyes cracked open, not asleep... weird how you're awake yet gone... Ah!"
Too much play. Time to plug the leaking asshole. I grabbed the prepped anal plug and jammed it into her gaping hole.
"Hweeeep♡!?"
—Her hips bucked like a drawn bowstring. Tongue gripped, her moans muffled weirdly.
"Nngmuut...♡! Uungmuu...♡!"
Pssshiiit—! Pshk—!! Pssshiiik—!!
I savored her pussy hoisted high, squirting pussy juice and tides in bursts. Limp as a ragdoll, yet bridging without dropping—mystical.
Oh... stands out.
Her rock-hard clit stabbed the sky. I pinched it hard.
Squeeze—!
"Hyuumaehet...♡!?"
Splish—! Splat! Spliiiish—!
Clit-grabbed, she trembled but held bridge, squirting into a pussy-multi-orgasm. No point counting her cums per fuck anymore. Impossibly precise, though.
"Humuaeee...♡"
Sylvia's face fully slack, idiot expression with idiot moans—made me proud. No reaction to words, but responsive to my touches? Hilarious.
"Myueee...♡"
"Kuh. Check that belly."
Releasing her tongue, I supported her waist from above. Letting go of her clit sapped her strength. Laying her comfy on the bed, I admired the mountainously bloated gut.
This transcended "bloated"—anyone would swear she was pregnant. Her rectum hit new expansion records nightly from my cum-fills. Some absorbed via mucosa overnight and daytime, but not enough. Hence nightly empties pre-fuck.
Seeing this special sight made ending tomorrow bittersweet. Maybe suggest it myself sometimes.