7. I Absolutely Won't Have Sex With You (6)
After holding back my ejaculation several times by force, at some point my cock started oozing precum from the tip like a faucet. I lightly tapped her breasts with it, now a mess mixed with Yojora's saliva. I don't know much about cup sizes or whatever, but these were pale mounds of flesh so massive that one hand couldn't even begin to grasp them. Even when I pressed down hard from above, my thumb didn't reach my index finger. Watching them jiggle like pudding beneath me sent a shiver of conquest rippling through my brain.
I hadn't planned on fucking Yojora, but that didn't mean I hadn't eyed these tits. I had no intention of letting her fuck me, but that didn't mean I lacked ulterior motives entirely. Opportunities to use pretty breasts like an onahole don't come around often.
"…Hoo…."
"Eut…."
I gripped the soft flesh that yielded to my fingers with even the slightest pressure, pinching hard at the cherry-pink tip where my saliva had started to dry. …Maybe I pinched too hard. The areola was turning a bit reddish. Enough to look delicious.
Squeeze.
"…Stop it…. You trash bastard……."
Yojora spat out her awkward curse in that voice soaked with alcohol, just like always. I squeezed her nipple upward hard… and released it, watching the flesh wobble and ripple. It was kinda funny. A woman who could kill me in an instant if she wanted was playing the part of a helpless victim, lying under me pretending to get raped.
…She could pierce any part of my body with that tail sticking out beside her, waving lazily, and escape right now. But the dumb Yojora just let it sway in pleasure without doing a thing, and that made her cutely pathetic.
"Eut…. Don't, don't spit…!!"
For her sake, I hawked a glob right between her breasts, then smacked the valley with my cum-swollen cock until it got all sticky. …I swear I felt her heartbeat thumping under my rigid shaft, but I pretended not to notice, acted oblivious, like I just wanted to rape her and nothing more.
"You crazy bastard……."
I pounded until my spit mixed vulgarly with her sweat, then slid my cock deep into the sticky crevice of her milky-white tits.
"…Fuck……."
A tiny curse leaked from under the T-shirt I'd yanked up to her face. It wasn't a sweet moan. Not a pained one either. Just pure disgust. Disgust at her own breasts being toyed with like a plaything under a male's grotesque cock. Disgust at them being used like a masturbation toy. And the disgust of being powerless to stop it….
I'd thought her acting was shit earlier. But now? Not so bad. Makes sense—she'd fooled me for nearly ten years. If she couldn't act at all, that would be weirder.
"…Shouldn't have pulled up the T-shirt? I wanna see your face."
"Shut your mouth…. I don't wanna see your ugly mug…."
"For someone who hates it so much…."
"I said shut it……. …And that's 'cause you were biting it earlier with your teeth…."
"I didn't say anything? Biting what?"
"……Fuck…. Is that all you have to talk about right now……."
Yojora's grumbling trailed off. My rock-hard cock started moving—or rather, the moment I pressed my lower belly firm against the undersides of her breasts, the tip poked out and grazed her chin. She was imagining it. Where this would go in, and how deep it'd reach.
Deep in thought.
"T-shirt. Want me to pull it down?"
"……."
So make that face work, then. I hinted at my intent to Yojora, grabbed her tits tight around my cock with one hand, and started slamming my hips thwack thwack.
Her saliva-slick shaft rubbed raw against her equally slick skin, and the cum I'd been holding back pooled thick at the base. Squelch squelch—I drank in the sight of her breasts bouncing back and forth on the sides my fingers couldn't reach. Then, as promised, I tugged her face-covering T-shirt down a bit. Crumpled it up tight above her neck so it'd stay.
"…First time seeing that expression."
"……."
Every thrust buried between her tits made precum drool from the tip, ready for her to catch it.
"You're always grinning like an idiot when you're drunk."
"……."
Biting her lower lip hard. Eyes half-resigned, like she just wanted it over, staring up at me. No tears, just dry corners. Flushed ears peeking from her jet-black hair. My gaze lingered on every feature. Half deliberate artifice. Half what she couldn't hide despite trying.
…Maybe that's why she turned me on more than those sluts who blatantly called me "Master" and begged for attention. Lying under me, letting me use her tits like a jerk-off toy, mouth shut tight. Wondering if she had to resist roughly to get force-fucked, or stay still to make it happen—her head must be a tangled mess. It made me way harder.
On the other hand, I was curious what she'd do if I didn't rape her like she wanted.
"Not gonna talk to me anymore?"
"……."
Squish, squeeze. Belly fully pressed to her tits, I smeared pre-cum all over the white T-shirt covering her chin and asked.
"Just gonna stay still like that?"
"……."
"Until it's over?"
"……."
"Answer me?"
"……."
"…If you listen to what I say, I'll finish quick."
"……."
She'd been glaring daggers until that one promise of mercy, now pulling that cute face. I smirked at her and spoke again.
"Answer. Said I'll end it if you're good."
"……Uh, uhn…."
Dangling an outcome she didn't even want as bait. Cock stuffed between her soft tits, I threatened her in this ridiculous position. Would she keep up the rape victim act? Or get a little honest?
Her choice?
"Stick out your tongue."
"……Why the tongue…."
"Stick it out."
"……."
The former. To avoid getting raped further, she stuck out her tongue like beh.
If she'd held out without it, I'd have yanked her panties aside right then…. Whatever. The more lies she piles up like this, the harder the backlash when she crumbles.
I glanced down at her flushed tongue, slick with spit. Veins bulging on the back of my hand squeezing her tits, I went,
"Hoo……."
"Et…. Eh…."
Thwack, thwack, thwack. I rammed my cock hard between her tits. So the head would mash the T-shirt crumpled on her neck. So the crushed fabric would touch her slightly open jaw with tongue out. So she'd figure out why I told her to stick it out. No hiding my intent. Deep.
"……."
Finally getting it, Yojora cautiously tilted her head back. Her voluptuous breasts. My glans pounding the crevice with all my strength, past the tissue-thin T-shirt, past her meaningless chin-tip, straight to her tongue instead. …A weird conquest thrill made my balls twitch.
"Stay like that. Then I'll finish with this."
"……."
"Answer? Don't like it?"
"…Thanks… thank you…, you trash…."
"You know where I'm cumming, right?"
"…Yeah…."
"If you don't wanna get it on your face and hair 'cause it's a pain to clean, open wide properly."
"…You shitty bastard…."
She spat the curse laced with joy as the rape victim that it was ending, and regret as the rape hopeful that it was ending, then went quiet again. What if I broke the promise now and yanked her panties? Would she grit her teeth and lie that it didn't feel good? Mischievous thoughts flickered as I kept using her tits like an onahole, slamming deep till it kissed her tongue, right on the edge, thud thud.
"Ha…. Fuck…."
"……Mmph…. Ptheh…."
Every time my hypersensitive glans pressed and released her plump tongue, strands of clear silver thread stretched long between us. Her T-shirt, already soaked with my precum, got fresh wet spots piling up. Bonus: the glob slowly drooling from her tongue-tip. Which had more—my precum or her saliva seeping out? A trivial worry that'd evaporate from my head soon enough.
"Ngh…."
I slammed my cock root-deep into her underboob, and unleashed the thick cum I'd held back forever—spuuurt, splurt, spluuurt. It clawed through my narrow urethra, splurt splurt, spuuuurt, spluuuurt, my glans twitching in endless, blissful release.
"……. …."
…And every jerk of my hips made her shoulders flinch. My mark spread across her face. Her tongue caught the first sticky jelly-like load, of course. Stray ropes splattered her cheek since I was still buried between her tits. Cum trickled down her tongue. Even soaked into her white T-shirt busy absorbing it. I looked down at Yojora, one eye shut, dutifully serving as tissue.
"……."
"……."
Click, click.
I snapped several photos: her cum-drenched face, bare tits with nothing covering them, my hand clenched around them, my spent cock peeking from under my hand, all of it. Roughly focused, just enough to show how fuckable those tits were, how that face was sticking out her tongue at what kind of cock, how much cum she was swallowing. …Blurry enough that identifying her would be tough. I took a bunch and sent them off.
"Gonna be seeing these a lot from now on, Yojora."
"……."
"Swallow it all first. Before I send these to that Kwon Namho guy."
"……."
"…Good girl."
"……."
Bzzz, one.Bzzz, another.
Every sloppy "pretext" I sent made a tiny vibration hum from inside her black cardigan, right by my knee where I straddled her gut.