Yukiko's Forbidden Roleplay
The top floor of the motel—Feedback-6—was an entire floor dedicated solely to men's pleasure. Unfortunately, there weren't as many amusements as I'd hoped. The fake subway car for roleplay, sports car mockups, red lighting with handcuffs—they might be worth trying someday, but nothing caught my eye right now. I'd turned away the women trying to come in as "room service," leaving only the absurdly vast space behind.
"We've circled the whole place. Anything you want to try?"
Come to think of it, I knew nothing about Yukiko's sexual preferences. Her flushed expressions whenever she melted into my arms suggested she was always satisfied, so there'd been no reason to ask.
"I already feel like I've been spoiled by Master all day long."
"But at home, I always do things my way, right? Don't you want to call the shots for once?"
"A master tailoring himself to a slave's tastes? There's no need for that, and it shouldn't be that way."
As always, Yukiko was strict with herself.
"Besides, has Master ever truly molded women to his own sexual desires?"
"Yukiko's so beautiful that just holding you satisfies me..."
"I feel the same. Master's so handsome, charming, and virile that simply surrendering to you is enough for me."
Her words made me blush, but I had no retort.
"Even when Master holds me or Mikoto, you're always overly considerate. Saying you do whatever you want at home isn't entirely accurate. But..."
Yukiko took my hand and led me slowly between the rooms.
"If I don't take the lead with my own tastes, Master might never reveal his true lusts in this lifetime."
She stopped at a small mock subway car. It had been ages since I'd ridden a real one, but the seats and handrails looked impressively authentic.
"Here. I'll resist as much as I can, so violate me like a molester."
"Uh... what?"
I'd figured we'd just sit and do cowgirl position at most, but Yukiko's suggestion was far bolder.
"Is it too lewd?"
"No, Yukiko being naughty is great. It's just... unexpected. Why this?"
"Fetishes don't need reasons. If you insist... it's because I want Master to take me aggressively first."
Though she hadn't said it, she might have been dissatisfied with my passivity. I'd only wanted to cherish her, but perhaps she'd doubted her allure or my love, even slightly.
"Still, if it's too much or hurts, you have to tell me, okay?"
"I'll say your real name then. Until that happens, assume all my screams and cries are just acting."
With that, Yukiko turned away and gripped the handrail. I'd spent the day admiring her front and profile, momentarily forgetting how obscenely erotic her backside was. What had seemed elegantly beautiful from the front became pure cock-teasing slutwear from behind, no dirty talk or skimpy outfit required. The violent contrast of those hips and slender waist was enough.
I approached her like a man possessed and lightly touched the ass that asserted its presence explosively.
"Nnh...!"
A playful, satisfying reaction. I stroked it a few more times, then gripped it hard.
"Hyah!"
No way one hand could encompass that ass, and Yukiko's body wasn't soft and squishy—it was firm and springy, hard to squeeze roughly.
"What... the hell... are you doing...?"
She glanced back with fury in her eyes.
"Stop it right now. What do you think you're doing?!"
Seeing her cold glare berate me made my cock swell endlessly. Come to think of it, this was the first time Yukiko had spoken to me so casually and rudely.
"Resist all you want—no one's coming to help you."
I grinned as lecherously as possible and groped her ass again, smirking, this time lifting her skirt.
"Not going commando... but this barely covers anything. Your ass is fully exposed. You want this too, don't you?"
"Kgh...!"
Every gentle caress of her pristine white cheeks, uncovered by the thong, made her shudder in pleasure while she glared daggers.
"Stop... ngh, right now!"
"You're enjoying it too, aren't you? That tiny thong's already soaked."
"No... you!"
I yanked down my pants and underwear in one go, pressed against Yukiko, and prodded her ass with my cock. Her black skirt desperately tried to cover it but stayed hiked up, blocked by my erection.
"Hngh, stop, please stop..."
I hugged her tight from behind, groping her breasts. Kneading the mounds inside her white blouse intensified her struggles.
"You... filthy... stop it! Enough!"
She swung her arms and tried to stomp my feet—her resistance felt genuine enough that I paused. But if she truly wanted to stop, she'd have used our safeword.
"With a slutty body like this!"
"Kyaa!"
A sharp slap to her ass drew a cute scream.
"Please, stop!"
I tore off the thong easily, and her juices flowed out. She pounded my forearm desperately, but it didn't budge her.
"I'm going in!"
I pinned her body against the wall by force and thrust my cock deep inside.
"Hii, hiiiigh!"
My cock pierced Yukiko. Our usual sex let her prepare fully before I entered carefully. But this rough fuck gave her no time to brace herself for service. I pounded savagely right away, forcing her against the wall.
"Stop, please! Hnngh! No cock, no!"
She'd resisted fiercely while I groped her, but once impaled, she couldn't fight back.
"Leaking pussy juices like this and saying that—what a joke!"
"This is rape, molestation... from here on, I can't endure whatever you do..."
The subway car's window was a mirror instead of glass. As I fucked her from behind, I could clearly see her panting face.
"Hii, hiiik, s-sorry. A woman skewered on cock can't resist, but I pretended anyway—sorry!"
Each thrust and pull amplified her moans.
"I'm a pervert, hnngh, sorry. Cumming from being raped, such a slutty woman... truly sorry!"
Her posture kept crumbling, but as long as my arms held her, she'd stay impaled. The varying angles made her moan louder than usual.
"Cumming, cumming, I'm cummiiing..."
She climaxed on my cock, trembling on her own. I let her savor the aftershocks for a moment.
"Hah, hnngh, uuuu..."
Then I thrust again, and again. After she'd cum about four times, I filled her up.
Yukiko lay sprawled on the subway floor, blouse disheveled, her once-black skirt stained white with semen. The sight filled me with delicious taboo guilt.
"There, all done. You okay?"
"You're not the type to finish after just once, are you?"
She turned her head while collapsed, her expression back to its usual composed calm—not the berating glare, but flushed red.
"You have more talent for this role than I expected. Your acting's good, but honestly, it's that cock and those arm muscles..."
"Glad you liked it. So, call it a night? Or one more?"
"I confidently told Master I could serve him endlessly, as long as I don't think about tomorrow morning's duties."
Yukiko twisted her body and struggled to rise.
"Tonight, I'll prove those words true. The subway molester vibe's ruined, so shall we try the prison next?"
She smiled confidently, but staggered trying to stand—I had to catch her quickly.
"Oh... sorry. Until we get to the prison, haah... could you support me?"
"There's an easier way."
I scooped her up and carried her slowly to the prison area. Her limp body meant I had to cuff her myself, but her eyes burned undimmed. Teetering on collapse, Yukiko endured to satisfy me, over and over. She said the real hardship wasn't physical exhaustion, but her brain melting from pleasure.
That night, she fought valiantly, but drawing out my fifth load was her limit.