Missionary Position
Slurp… slurp…
The room filled with the soft wet sounds of a saliva-slick tongue carefully, devotedly licking up over a glans already glistening with precum.
Selena’s meticulous, relentless tongue sent pleasure shuddering through my hips; I panted roughly through my nose and felt the raw urge to shove my spit-shined cock straight into her mouth.
If I just push it between those lips and thrust…
I pictured the unknown pleasure of deep-throating—irrumatio, irrumatio, whatever weird translation people used for it—and reached for Selena’s head.
Desire-laden fingers closed around the small head that kept bobbing, golden hair swaying with every motion.
Selena, still diligently licking the tip, suddenly found her head gripped and looked up at me with questioning eyes.
If I just shove it in like the videos…
I imagined those questioning eyes turning bloodshot, tears welling at the corners, and was about to snap my hips forward when a scene I’d always skipped with the right arrow key flashed through my mind—the one that always ruined the mood: the actress gagging, unable to hold it back, and throwing up around the male actor’s cock.
Ah…
Even experienced AV actresses struggled with it until they got used to it. Doing that to Selena would only end in disaster. I crushed the urge to fuck her throat and let go of her head.
Selena, not understanding why I’d grabbed her only to release her, asked in a voice full of doubt.
“Master? What’s wrong? Did I do something bad?”
I looked down into her faintly worried eyes and answered.
“No. I just wanted to get inside you already, so I was going to say we should move to the bed.”
I mixed half the truth into the excuse. Selena gave a bashful little smile.
“Heh. Okay. If Master wants it, a slave has to obey. Let’s go to the bed.”
Still smiling, she rose and walked toward the bed, her firm yet soft ass swaying with every step. I watched that rear view for a moment, then followed.
Selena climbed onto the mattress first, knelt, and lightly patted the center of the bed.
“Master. Lie down here.”
Once again she was trying to steer us into cowgirl—the position that made up most of my still-limited experience.
But if I wanted to be a proper master to my slaves, I needed to practice moving my own hips. I shook my head.
“No. You lie down.”
“Ah… okay…”
She answered the order and lay on her back, a little awkward.
Gulp.
I swallowed hard as my eyes traveled down her dazzling naked body: the golden hair fanned across the sheets; the beautiful face flushed with anticipation and nervousness; the long, slender throat that bobbed every time she swallowed; the arms slightly spread, hands fisting the covers; the large breasts that jiggled like soft, springy pudding; the waist already narrow and made even thinner by the contrast of full breasts and hips; the smooth lower belly completely filled by the slave brand—the womb tattoo; the tightly closed pussy still shiny with the juices from our foreplay; the plump thighs and firm calves.
I climbed onto the bed and gently parted her sleek legs. Selena, watching my every move with her head slightly raised, offered no resistance and opened her thighs for me.
I settled between those spread thighs and pressed the head of my cock against her closed folds.
The wet pussy and the still-damp glans—coated in spit and precum—met with a soft, wet sound.
Schlick…
Feeling the tip against her, Selena twitched and let out a thin moan.
“Haaah…”
At the same time the dual sensation of soft and firm flesh climbed up through the head of my cock.
Nngh…
I’d felt it many times already, yet it never got old. I marveled at the delicious texture and eased my hips forward.
The glans advanced with the motion, parting the tightly closed outer lips and producing another wet sound.
Schlick…
Selena’s moan rose a little higher as she felt the head push between her labia.
“Hnnngh!”
Listening to that lewd little sound that only stoked my lust, I pushed past the inner lips that had been guarding the entrance and slid the head into her hole.
The entrance, never intending to resist, opened smoothly and guided the glans into the moist interior.
Schlick…
A wetter sound than before accompanied the head as it crossed the threshold and was greeted by soft, springy vaginal walls.
“Hnnn!”
The tight flesh wrapped around my cock and began a constant cycle of contraction and relaxation. I barely managed to hold back the moan that wanted to escape and gripped Selena’s full hips, putting strength into my lower back.
Schlick!
With the help of my hips I forced past the clinging folds; the cock drove deeper, making lewd friction noises the whole way.
The glans, parting the juice-filled pussy, soon pressed against the cervix that marked the boundary between vagina and womb.
Part of my length still remained outside. I gently but firmly pushed against the wall that refused to yield any further.
Schlick…
Unable to withstand the soft yet strong pressure, the cervix gave a plaintive sound and was shoved inward.
Selena’s womb was crushed under my cock; the hands that had been gripping the sheets trembled as she moaned.
“Hhk!”
A few days of experience had taught me that asking if she was okay was less effective than gently caressing her and redirecting her attention. Every time her body shook I reached for the breasts that rippled with the motion.
I lightly squeezed the full, elastic softness. A heated voice spilled from Selena’s lips.
“Hyaah?! M-Master?!”
I didn’t answer. I simply kneaded the springy flesh that clung to my fingers and slowly continued the insertion.
Schliiiick…
As the penetration resumed, Selena panted, torn between the distortion of her breasts and the crushing sensation deep in her guts.
“Hnn?! Haaah! Hhk!? Hnnngh!!!”
I listened to the moans that mixed lewd pleasure with faint pain, savored the elastic flesh warping in my hands, and kept packing my cock inside her.
At last the cock that had been pressing the cervix deeper and deeper vanished completely into Selena’s narrow pussy.
Having taken every inch of that monstrous size, Selena gasped for breath and asked,
“Haaah… hnn… I-Is it all the way in?”
Still moved by the pleasure of her soft, writhing pussy wrapping around me, I gently stroked her tear-bright cheek.
“Yeah. It’s all in.”
She turned her head and nuzzled into my hand.
“Hnn… th-then… move… haa… as much as Master wants… hhk… a-all you want…”
Feeling the warmth and softness of her faintly flushed cheek, I lowered my upper body, covered her completely, and began to move my hips slowly.
Her springy breasts flattened against my chest. My still-awkward hip work dragged the cock along the clinging vaginal walls, producing filthy wet sounds.
Schlick… schlick… schlick… schlick…
Every time the cock slowly churned the wrinkled flesh and crushed her cervix, Selena’s body jerked and she panted out heated moans.
“Hyaah! M-Master is… filling my belly! Hnnngh!!! Y-You can move harder if you want! Hnnngh!!!”
Feeling the sticky inner flesh cling to my cock, I kept the slow rhythm and kissed the lips of this admirable slave who, even while moaning under the strain, still put my pleasure first.
Chuu…
Our lips met with a soft wet sound as she continued to pant through slightly parted lips.
The moment she felt my mouth, Selena released the sheets, wrapped her arms around my back and head, and pushed her tongue into my mouth.
I accepted the slippery tongue without resistance. The two tongues tangled, producing sticky sounds.
Chuuup… chuk… tsuup…
Of course I never stopped moving my hips even while we French-kissed.
Schlick… schlick… schlick… schlick…
Feeling her tongue move slowly and lewdly, feeling her breath grow more ragged, feeling her pussy chew on my cock, I kept thrusting until the urge to cum surged up.
Thanks to Potency S I could stay hard right after ejaculating, so there was no need to hold back. I released my lust without hesitation.
Bwurtt! Bwuut! Bwurrrtt!
Every time the cock buried deep inside her pulsed, thick semen shot from the tip that was crushing her cervix.
The instant the cum flooded her pussy, Selena climaxed. She locked her sleek, trembling legs—spread wide for easy thrusting—around my waist and hugged me tight.
Even while climaxing she never broke the kiss, her body convulsing in fine tremors. She only released the so-called “I love you hold,” the leg-lock, the leg-wrap, long after I had finished cumming.