2-1 — Sect
Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap.
"Hnn… hnnngh… hah…! Hyaang… hhk…!♡"
Vulgar sounds spilled from the computer speakers.
Those filthy noises crawled up through my ears and lit up my brain. Instinct had already crushed reason underfoot, and my cock had sprung up on its own like it was pissed off about something.
My eyes locked hard onto the monitor, glued to the lewd, filthy act unfolding on screen.
Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap.
"Ahh… wait… good… so good… hnnngh…. hah…!♡"
"You like getting fucked, you perverted bitch?"
"Yes… I like it… hnnngh… hah… hhk…! Hahk…!♡"
The wet slap of skin on skin and the cheap, dirty lines of dialogue had me rock hard.
Smack!!
"Haaaahk!!!!♡"
Something cracked through the speakers — the sound of a man spanking a woman's ass, hard.
"Look at that. Her pussy clamps down every time she gets hit."
"Haaaahk…!! Hyaaat…!! I… I like it….!!!♡"
She wasn't lying. Her answer came out loose and thick, like her tongue had gone soft.
Smack!!
"Ahk!!!"
Smack!!
"Haaahk!!!!"
Smack!!!
"Ahk… hahk… hnnngh… haang….!!♥"
The man on screen hammered her ass three times without mercy. Three solid hand-spanks, hard enough to sting — and he never once slowed his thrusting.
"Getting your ass smacked makes that cunt drip like a dog in heat, doesn't it?"
Smack!
"Haaahk!!! I… I like it… I like it…!♡"
Again, that same loose-tongued answer.
Of course, neither face ever appeared on camera. Not once. But it didn't matter — her body was that good.
The video framed her from behind: deep, carved erector muscles running like a valley down her back, hair just long enough to brush her shoulders, and a thick, full ass that filled the frame.
Squelch. Squelch. Squelch. Squelch.
"Haa… haa… huu… hnn… hnn…!"
Moans started leaking out of my own mouth, same as the woman on screen. My hand was locked around the onahole I'd shoved down over my cock, pumping it hard up and down — half deliberate, half mechanical.
The thing between my legs stood straight up like a surface-to-air missile, hard and proud, and the onahole wrapped around it, stroking the length with every stroke of my fist.
I was jacking off to the video, onahole sheathed over my cock, working myself raw. The filthier the footage got, the faster my hand moved. The lube-slicked shaft under the toy grew hotter by the second.
Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap.
"Hnn… ahn… ….ngh…!!"
Right as the heat peaked, the man's hand fisted a thick handful of her long hair and yanked. Her head snapped back, forced up, and a short, pain-laced moan tore out of her.
"Nngh…!! Hhk…!♡ Uuugh…♡ Uh… huh… hah….!♡"
She started moaning louder, like a bitch in heat. Whether rough was her preference or not, her sounds after he grabbed her hair went… deeper. Dirtier.
The footage looked like it had been shot from a personal point of view. Neither the woman getting slammed hard enough to rock her whole body, nor the man filming while he fucked her raw, ever showed their faces. Just her back and hair thrashing through violent sex, and the barest flash of the man's abs.
Not seeing their faces didn't matter at all. What little of their bodies you could catch — and that cock — looked solid. When his shaft slipped halfway out mid-thrust, even on camera it looked thick and hard enough to make your throat tight just watching it.
And the woman taking that cock from behind, getting pounded without mercy — even from the back alone, she was beautiful. Watching two people with bodies like that fuck was as good as any full porn video.
Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud.
"Hhp… hhp… hnn… hhp… hah… haaat…!! Hnn….♥"
The wet crash of his pelvis against her ass, mixed with her moans, was filthy in the best way. Every time she tried to hold the sounds in, he drove into her harder on purpose. And every time, she broke back into a shameless bitch in heat, dumping those vulgar moans out raw and unfiltered.
Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud.
"Hnnngh!!! Hnn…!!"
She tried again to swallow the moans, like she'd adapted to the heavier pace.
Smack!
"Hyaaaat…!!! Haaahk….!!!♡"
He cracked her ass again — that same ass thrashing left and right under the doggy-style pounding. The second the hit landed she flinched hard and spilled another lewd cry.
Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud.
"Hah… hyaahk… hah… haaangh… hnn…!♡ Nngh…!♡"
Spanking into thrusting without a pause, and she stopped even trying to hold back. She just moaned and took his cock openly, greedily.
"Hhk… hnn… hyaat.. hnn…!! Haahk….!!♥ Ugh…!! Ugh….!!♡"
"That cunt's clamping down, you toilet-slut bitch?"
"Ahk… aahk… good… I like it… I like… I like it, Master…..!!♡"
"If you like it that much."
Thud!!
"Hiiik…!! Kyaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!!!!!!♡"
He pulled his hips back once — then drove in like he meant to rupture her womb. The slap of flesh was louder and sharper than anything before it. A scream ripped out of her mouth, and her whole body shuddered like she'd been hit with electric current.
"Ah… aaa…. aaaaa…♥ Hnnnngh… huuuh….♡"
She was just making noise now, like her brain had shorted out — zombie sounds, nothing else. You couldn't see below her legs on camera, but I knew for a fact her ankles were lifted off the bed, trembling.
And then the video stopped.
"Haaa… why's it so short…"
The complaint slipped out under my breath.
What I'd been watching was a video from a Sect account posted on Blow — a personal SNS platform. Accounts that uploaded SM clips, sex videos, training footage, that kind of thing, were called Sect accounts.
Why call them Sect accounts when the SNS itself was named Blow? Because posting on Blow was called "tweeting." It didn't make much sense front to back, but that was just how it was.
Either way, watching those Sect accounts was my one real pleasure. The reason I bothered hunting them down on Blow was simple: taste. Finding amateur porn that actually matched what I wanted was hard. Blow, being personal SNS, had every kind of kink under the sun — situations and play you never saw in regular porn, all of it filmed and uploaded.
From where the video cut off, the rest was pure imagination.
Squelch. Squelch. Squelch. Squelch. Squelch. Squelch.
"Huu… hnn.. hnt… hnn… hnn… hnnngh…!"
The rest of the scene painted itself behind my eyes, and the hand that had frozen with the video started pumping the onahole again.
"Haaaaaaaa…!! Haaaaa… haaaaa…!♡"
"I'll stab that womb with the head of my cock."
Sliiiide.
"Haaaang!!"
Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud.
"Haang!! Hah!!! Hnn….!! Hnnnngh!!!!"
"Clamping down and drooling cunt juice like that — fucking vulgar, just like the bitch you are."
"Haaa… v… vulgar bitch… I… I'm… I'm sorryyyyy….♡"
Squelch. Squelch. Squelch. Squelch. Squelch. Squelch. Squelch.
"Haa… huu… hnnn… hnn… hnnnngh…!"
Their filthy lines rang through my head like auditory hallucinations, and the thrusting in my imagination got faster and faster. My hand on the onahole matched the pace, grinding the head and shaft without rest. The only real sound filling the room was lube getting crushed against my cock inside the toy.
Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud.
"Ahn… aaa… uwaa… haah…!! O… oppa… opp…. M… Master… if you keep… if you keep going…!!!"
"Huu.. hwaa.. hyaaa….!"
Climax was coming. In my head the man started fucking her like he meant to break her body apart. Every thrust shook her hard.
Squelch. Squelch. Squelch. Squelch. Squelch. Squelch. Squelch.
"Huu.. huuuh… hnn…!! Hnnngh…!! Khhnn…!!"
I matched his pace. The surge started climbing from below, that thick, rolling pressure that meant I was about to blow.
Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud.
"Haa… haaaaa…. haaaaa…!!!"
Thud!!!!
"Hyaaaaaaaaaat!!!!♡"
"Hwaaaa…!!!"
He drove into her pussy like he was planting a blade — deep, all the way. She screamed a cry that was almost a shriek; he let out a short, breath-caught sound at the same time.
Squelch. Squelch. Squelch….
"Hwaa… huuuuugh….!!!"
My own cock hit the wall. That surging pressure burst open, and I felt myself pumping white seed into the onahole like I was pissing it out.
"Huu… huuuh… huuugh…!! Hwaa…!"
The jacking had been hard enough to leave a faint tingle in my arm. I caught my breath, shallow and shaky.
"….Haaa…!"
And with that short exhale, post-nut clarity started settling in.
"….I want to do it too… like that…."
Watching the Sect girl Nabi's video, the thought just spilled out of me — that I wanted sex that violent, that raw.
"Ah…."
Then, suddenly… depending on how you looked at it, something close to forbidden territory crossed my mind, and I let out a short breath.
"…I want to fuck Nabi."
I said it out loud, alone in a house with no one else to hear it.