Yukiko's Prone Ecstasy and Morning Devotion
I gently turned Yukiko's body so she was lying face down. Even though she was out of her mind with craving for pleasure, she accepted my touch without any resistance. Burying her face in the pillow, she lay prone, fully offering her rear to me.
"Hurry... please, do it quick..."
It was a shame I couldn't see Yukiko's beautiful face, but her hips were worth positioning her this way. The contrast between her massive ass and waist—less than half its width—was unrealistically lewd.
"I'm putting it in!"
Yukiko's pussy accepted my cock much more easily than the first time. It was only natural, given how much nectar she was leaking—enough to worry about dehydration.
"Ngh, heeek, so deep, it's so deep! My pussy... your cock's buried deep inside, I can't take it..."
As I thrust in and out, Yukiko let out endless screams of ecstasy. Seeing the white, firm, enormous ass right in front of me, I couldn't resist a bit of playfulness. With a sharp smack, her ass jiggled. The red imprint of my palm marked her cheek.
Yukiko's face shot up, her back arching like a bow. Her fine hair swayed beautifully.
"Heeeek! Ah, no. It feels too good, nooo!"
I could feel her pussy clench fiercely around the cock inside her. It was a pressure intense enough to nearly make me cum, but I clenched hard and held back. My cock wasn't the type to die after one or two loads, but pride kept me from blowing easily.
The slap-slap of flesh colliding stimulated my ears. Her thighs, ass, and pussy were slick with moisture, jiggling elastically with every thrust.
"I kept my body clean—no booze, no smokes—for purity... ngh, but now, getting addicted to cock here..."
"It's fine."
"Ugh, heek, I won't have the confidence to do my duties tomorrow. Once I know this, lewd thoughts will fill my head while cooking... or cleaning."
Even as pleasure pickled her brain, Yukiko's pronunciation stayed remarkably clear.
"My head full of Master's cock, ngh, getting crasser, hooook, dressing sluttier, more focused on taking cock than serving Master... heek! I'll definitely turn into a nympho bitch."
Honestly, I couldn't imagine her dressing sluttier than now. Finding an outfit that wasn't sexy on her would be harder. Unless it was a full spacesuit blocking her figure, she'd always be lewd.
"Sorry to say it, but I think that'd be hot too."
My cock pistoned endlessly in her pussy. Each time it hilted, her moans were adorable.
"No... say that, and I'll really become a useless fleshlight cunt only good for pussy... heek?"
She was self-deprecating again, so I gave her ass a light smack to tell her to cut it out.
"I'm already just a Master toy with no other use, right? Use me freely."
"Really... if you keep saying that to the end..."
I gripped her waist tight. Even without thrusting, anticipation made Yukiko shudder.
I slammed back in and started rapid pistoning.
"Heek! Hee, uk, uu... huuk!"
As I ramped up speed, nonstop moans poured out. Both Yukiko and I focused every nerve on the feel of our skin and genitals meeting.
"Huuuuk!"
We said nothing. Just fucked, endlessly. Only her occasional moans and the slap of flesh broke the silence.
When exhausted-sounding moans came with her pussy reacting inside, I knew she was cumming. After watching her tremble in ecstasy several times, I finally let go and filled her deep.
Yukiko's arms and legs could no longer support her. I pressed her down gently as she tried to rise, then stroked her hair.
I'd imagined Yukiko naked while she slept before. Not this disheveled, but this was beautiful too.
The sunlight blinded me, so I pulled the blanket over my head. It felt fresh and fluffy, like newly washed sheets. Pondering why I hadn't drawn the curtains last night led to memories of Yukiko.
Recalling every detail was more stimulating than any porn. My cock hardened fiercely—not just morning wood.
Lying there, I idly searched "first time experience" on my phone. Most posts were from women's perspectives, mostly jokes.
Others about real first times with lovers were like:
I wanted tips on post-first-time dos and don'ts, or ways to bond better with her, but found nothing. I'd heard "don't smoke after first time," but Yukiko passed out right after, so irrelevant.
Slave communities used native languages by country, unreadable. Men's private forums required face verification and admin approval—too tedious for a quick browse. I gave up.
I hadn't done wrong, but wasn't sure how to face Yukiko. Yesterday's shift happened too fast. Morning, she was packing to leave for freedom; one weird call later, I realized my misunderstanding. Then confession, mutual love testimonies, mood turned steamy, straight to sex...
Unreal, confusing. But after rolling around tens of minutes, I sorted it: Yukiko likes me. I'm not bad for her. Her staying beside me tomorrow and beyond is good for her.
Grinning like an idiot at that, the door opened—Yukiko entered. My worries felt silly; same outfit, same cold face as always.
"Good morning."
But her body screamed last night's beastly sex wasn't a dream. Plain suit, yet sexier than yesterday. Black suit, white shirt—impersonal, but hips twice her waist, voluptuous figure made it lewd.
Staring blankly at her beauty, she noticed my changed gaze and smirked mischievously.
"Miss Yukiko, you're thinking dirty thoughts right now, aren't you?"
Her cool facade held, but eyes flicked to my erection. Fun seeing this side. But her frozen silence made me anxious—had I overstepped? Sex once didn't mean lewd jokes were okay?
"Please prioritize breakfast for now."
"Ah... uh! Sorry. Don't mind it..."
She seemed deeply uncomfortable with my apology, kneeling before me.
"One night of favor won't make me overstep. I'm a slave; my body is Master's. No need to mind me."
"Huh?"
"If you desire service, I'll offer my body anytime."
I slid off bed, hugged her up. Yukiko's eyes widened, speechless.
"Sorry for the lewd joke. But don't draw lines as just master-slave. We're lovers, right?"
"...You using formal speech is the problem first. Of course I love Master, and know you cherish me. But... we can't be equals."
Her arms wrapped my back. Soft, warm breasts pressed.
"If I wanted to monopolize you, you'd allow it... but I don't."
"Why...?"
Yukiko kissed my chest lightly.
"First, Master deserves more women. I want the man I love to enjoy greater pleasure, become greater."
"Yukiko alone seems enough for me."
"Second, hogging your love alone feels cruelly selfish. From day one you loved me—others will be saved by you too."
"That's no 'salvation.' I did nothing special..."
"Third, practical issue. Beyond housework, nighttime service alone—I can't handle it solo."
Hearing "nighttime service" whispered by last night's partner made my cock throb unrelentingly. She felt it poke her belly but said nothing.
"We both enjoyed it... right?"
"Your cock stayed erect like this morning till the end. You're not satisfied yet."
No rebuttal. Bringing other women felt like betrayal, but she was right.
"I'll try harder ahead, but solo is insufficient."
Yesterday she pushed her limits, but my stamina had surplus.
"So I'll content myself as your first slave."
"Really okay?"
"Meeting you is my life's greatest fortune."
Her impassive praise made her newly beautiful. As she turned to leave, she glanced back.
"Oh, the dirty thoughts... I've had them nonstop since waking. Embarrassed I can't hide my lust."
Yukiko left with a sultry expression. I blanked a moment, then followed.