Handpussy Service and the Most Satisfying Ejaculation
"Hah... hah... hhk— hhek— hheeeek...!"
The Master's fingers, which had been tormenting his ass and his cock, finally slipped free. As the seconds stretched, the violent orgasm that had swallowed his entire body began, little by little, to recede.
He couldn't hold himself up any longer. He collapsed onto the bed in a heap and lay there, riding out the aftershocks still roaming through his insides.
Then the Master's voice drifted down to him, faint and unhurried.
"Still no stamina, I see. One trip over the edge from your prostate, one little ejaculation, and you're already this wrecked. With a body this pathetic, of course you nearly died to that Gate Boss this afternoon. I've trained you and trained you, and you still don't improve. Tsk. How long are you going to lie there panting like a disgrace, Han Haon? Your Master went out of her way to grant you this blessing. The least a pathetic disciple can do is get up and service her."
Slap. Slap!
A searing sting bloomed across his ass. He forced his trembling body into order and dragged himself off the bed.
"Nnh— haaah. Thank you, Master, for granting such a blessing to your worthless disciple. I'll... hhnn— I'll service you now."
He slipped between the Master's legs as she sat perched on the edge of the bed, and dropped to his knees. Her thighs — taut, powerful, devastatingly attractive — clamped around him as if to make certain he couldn't flee.
And then his vision filled with it: a single thick, impossibly long club of flesh. The Master's massive cock throbbed and drooled, leaking sticky strands of precum in greedy abundance.
That futanari cock, so far beyond anything of his that comparison itself was a joke. Every time he knelt before this monstrous thing, the truth settled into him of its own accord.
This was a real cock. A true alpha male's cock — the kind that could make a woman cry out and leave her thoroughly, completely satisfied.
And in the same breath, he understood the rest of it. Just as the Master always said: he wasn't a man. He was a pussy-dick. A female who got on his knees in front of a real cock, who pitifully hardened his failed-male excuse for a dick, whose lower belly clenched and fluttered while he panted like a bitch in heat.
He cupped her heavy balls in both hands with reverent care and pressed a kiss to the fat, swollen head. His lips found the slit of her urethra. He flicked his tongue out, just barely, and teased it — exactly the way the Master had taught him.
He'd hated it at first. Truly, viscerally hated it. But the more times he performed this service, the thinner that feeling became, until it was barely there at all. At some point, servicing the Master's cock had started making his own tiny dick gush precum in thick, sticky pulses — far more than it ever did otherwise.
The taste of precum bloomed across the tip of his tongue, and at the same instant a dense, musky cock-scent flooded his nostrils. He drew it in deep, a shaky inhale, and kissed her again, wetter this time, a soft obscene little sound against the head.
"Hahh. Good. Your swordsmanship hasn't improved a bit, but your cock service just keeps getting better. Use that handpussy of yours too. Wrap both hands around it and stroke. Milk the cum right out of me."
"Hah... yes, Master."
Obeying the order, he took hold of the shaft with both hands. It was so thick his thumb and forefinger couldn't meet. So long that even two hands left plenty of cock uncovered. And on top of that — a vigorous pulse hammering against his palms, a heat so fierce it felt like it might scorch him.
He swallowed once, hard, and began to stroke.
The spit he'd left on the head slid down the shaft, and in the cage of his hands it produced the most vulgar, filthy sounds imaginable — wet, obscene, utterly shameless. He tightened his grip on the slicked cock and picked up the pace, pumping it hard from base to tip. And through it all, he never forgot to keep his mouth sealed to her urethra, kissing and kissing.
He lifted his gaze just enough to meet the eyes looking down at him. Whenever he knelt to service her cock, unless she said otherwise, he was required to hold the Master's gaze. Servicing a cock while staring into those eyes — while she kept licking her lips, looking ready to devour him whole — was mortifying. Humiliating enough to want to die. But he couldn't disobey.
He kissed, licked, sucked at the slit, and the wet slap of his hands filled the room, faster now, filthier.
"Hah, hah — that's it. Harder, Haon. Faster. Squeeze that handpussy tight and wring the cum out of my balls. Nnh— haaah♡"
The Master let out a pleased moan, caressing her thigh — a signal that his service was hitting the mark, that the urge to cum was rising, that he needed to pump her even harder.
He worked her with everything he had, the slick filthy rhythm of his hands filling the air between them.
"Nngh, hnn. Haaahn♡ Feels so good. I'm gonna cum. Gonna blow my load from my pathetic disciple's handpussy handjob. Gonna pump it all out♡"
He stroked her until his arms burned. The shaft swelled, throbbing violently as her climax crested, and the Master started pouring out the most shameful words imaginable. In the moment before she came, he looked up at her with desperate, pleading eyes.
"Hah, hah — here it comes. Hnnngh, at this rate I'll fill that mouth of yours, or maybe I'll just paint that pretty face. Hahh, what should I do? Should I ram it down your throat and pump your belly full of stinking cum until you're stuffed? Or should I ruin that pretty little face of yours with thick, sticky ropes until you're a mess? Hah — I want both. I want to cum so good I see stars. What about you, Haon? You want it in your mouth? Or on your face?"
"Mmwah— hnn— uuhh..."
"Pick. Now. Or I'll decide for you. Hah, nnngh♡ It's coming. That thick, heavy load is coming right now. Hah— I'm gonna— gonna dump a whole futanari load from my disciple's handpussy handjob♡ Haaaaahn!"
Spluuurt! Splurrrt! Spluuurt!
A massive volume of semen surged up the Master's long urethra and erupted into his cupped hands. The sensation of those hot, heavy gouts of cum flooding the space between his palms — wrapping the head, pulsing against his skin — sent goosebumps racing over his entire body. His heart hammered like it was trying to break out of his chest.
Instead of his mouth or his face, the Master had made him cup the head with both hands and catch it. And then she pumped that monstrous cock with both of her own hands, milking herself into his grip with brutal, mindless strokes — her lower lip caught between her teeth, her expression one of aching, frustrated want.
He'd made it through another day. Thank god.
Every time he performed this handpussy service, the Master always told him to choose — mouth or face — and take her load. And every time, just like now, she ended up spending into his hands instead. A small mercy, if you could call it that.
He drew in a shaky breath, and the smell hit him. The smell of the semen was incomparable to the precum he'd tasted, incomparable to anything he'd breathed in while stroking her. It was a scent so powerfully male it made his head spin. The mere thought of taking that load in his mouth, or across his face, made his eyes squeeze shut.
The Master was still moaning, still riding it — a long, rolling climax that seemed to have no end. How intense was the pleasure a futanari felt when she came, to put that look on her face, to wring those sounds from her throat?
If he ever had to catch that blissfully spent load not in his hands, but on his face or in his mouth... it hadn't happened yet. It hadn't happened today. But someday — he was certain — that day would come. And there was nothing he could do about it. All he could do was hope it arrived a little later. Just a little.
"Hah, hah. Open your hands."
The long ejaculation finally ended. The Master let out a deep, languid sigh and spoke in a lazy drawl. He pulled his hands from her cockhead and held them up, showing her the semen pooled thick in his palms.
"Hahh. That's a lot. Haon might be a failure as a disciple, but at least he's good at handpussy service. Though I didn't get to cum as good as I possibly could have. You know what I mean, don't you?"
"Uuh... yes, Master..."
"So. What should you say to the Master who gave up the most satisfying orgasm of her life — just for you?"
The corner of her mouth curled. A slow, wicked smile.
"Th-that's... Thank you, Master, for giving up the most satisfying ejaculation you could have had, and spending into my hands instead. You wanted to ram that big, magnificent cock of yours down my throat and cum, didn't you? You wanted to fill my belly with thick, sticky semen. You wanted to coat my throat and the inside of my mouth — especially between my tongue and my teeth — so the taste and smell of futanari cum would be burned into my brain. And you wanted to punish me by defiling this pretty, unmanly, useless-as-a-disciple face of mine until it was dripping with it. But you thought of your worthless disciple, and you contented yourself with cumming in my hands. Thank you, Master. I'll put even more of my heart into my handpussy service from now on."
"Heh. That's right. Train harder. Service harder. Because if you don't... well. Who knows where all this cum might end up. Heheh♡"
The Master took the back of his hand, then pressed his palms together and made him rub. The feeling of that massive load of semen sliding, squelching, smearing between his hands was, frankly...
"What, you don't like it? You're not smiling."
"Ha, haha. No, it's... it's nice. Warm and slippery. It's perfect."
"Heh. Right?"
Then she made him take those cum-slicked hands and stroke both cocks in turn — hers, then his. Feel the difference, she said. An alpha-male futanari cock versus a failed-male female's pussy-dick.
The wet, filthy sounds of semen-slick skin on skin filled the quiet. He'd already known. But holding them side by side, touching them, comparing them directly — the realization cut so much deeper. How pitiful his female cock was. How embarrassing it was to even call it a cock. How utterly inadequate it was for the role of a sex organ.
His was shorter than the Master's finger, even fully hard. Hers was longer than his entire hand, even after she'd gone soft.
Tears threatened to well up and spill.
Am I really a failed male?
A pretty-faced, pretty-bodied female who gets pinned under an alpha male and wails?
Is that really what I am?
Pussy plus cock. That shameful little word.
Just like the Master always says... is living as a pussy-dick really what I'm meant for...?