While Showering
Pretty decent elasticity.
Warm jets of water poured from the showerhead as I kneaded the club girl’s breasts. She was busily soaping up my body the whole time. I’d just come, yet my cock was already swelling again, twitching with hunger.
Her soft hands slid from my chest down across my stomach and began stroking my cock. The soap made her fingers even silkier; they brushed the head with a dizzying lightness.
“Ah. There. Touch my cock more.”
The pleasure was so sharp I kept demanding she keep working it. This was no longer washing—it was pure fondling.
Slick. Slick.
I soaped my own hands and rubbed them over her body. Her soft flesh yielded without resistance, surrendering completely to my touch.
It felt good, but something was missing. I had the sense I’d overlooked something.
What was it? I looked at the hypnotized club girl’s face.
Ah.
Because I’d only given commands after putting her under, she was moving like a doll. Watching her jerk around like a puppet to my words was arousing in its own way, but still.
‘You left the club and came to a motel to have sex with me. You want to have sex with me.’
A revised hypnosis command.
Something like intelligence seemed to return to the eyes I was staring into.
“Ah, Oppa’s is huge.”
This was different from when the hypnosis broke. Back then she had paused for a moment, as if trying to grasp the situation. Now she simply acted without that hesitation. Probably because she was still under.
I lowered my head and sucked on her breast.
“Eut…”
I took the nipple into my mouth and rolled my tongue around it; her body twitched against my lips. Soft moans kept cutting through the sound of falling water.
I pinned her twitching body in place, sucking hard on her left breast while one hand worked the other and the other hand gripped her ass.
“Heung… Oppa… that feels good. Yeah. Just like that.”
My tongue circled and tormented the pink nipple while my fingers pinched and released the other one. The hand on her ass stroked slowly, then let an index finger brush near her anus.
“Ah! Oppa… not there.”
She flinched in mild surprise; I pulled her waist in tight and took a deep mouthful of breast, sucking hard.
Slurp. Suck.
“Heuang… heung. Good.”
Yes. That was what had felt lacking—these vivid reactions. The way she squirmed helplessly under the stimulation came through my body and my ears, raw and immediate.
I wasn’t giving this up.
I kept caressing her a while longer, then slid my hand down to stroke the mound of her pussy.
“Heuk!”
Just a light brush, but my finger grazed her clit at the end and the reaction was strong. Her heels lifted slightly off the floor.
I looked down at her mound—smooth and bare. She’d been waxed. No wonder nothing had caught on my hand.
That meant no resistance.
I stroked her side and thigh with my palm, then let my hand drift naturally between her legs. She twitched as if to close them, but didn’t refuse.
When I raised my eyes to her face, she was smiling slyly.
She stretched her neck forward, offering her mouth. I met her and sucked on her lips. Our tongues tangled at once, sucking at each other.
“Heung.”
My hand didn’t rest. I stimulated her clit with my thumb.
“Heup!”
It was already a little swollen. Every time I lightly rubbed that little bean with my thumb, then pressed down firmly, she stopped her tongue and sucked in a sharp breath.
She was busy too, reaching out to stroke my cock.
I slipped a finger into her pussy. She was already wet enough that it slid right in through the slick flesh.
One finger wasn’t enough. My own breathing had grown rough with excitement, so I immediately added another—index and middle together.
“Eung…”
Her eyes had already gone a little unfocused.
Something about that felt cheeky. We hadn’t even properly started yet.
I curled my fingertips upward against the roof of her pussy and kept working her with my hand.
“Heuaang.”
Squish. Squish.
I pumped my hand back and forth.
“Heuk. Ung. Ung.”
Slick. Slick.
I rubbed the rough spot higher up with my fingers as well.
“Ah, no… wait.”
Under that stimulation she could no longer keep kissing; she buried her face against my shoulder and just spilled moans.
Squish. Squish. Squish.
The more violent my fingers became, the tighter she clung to my neck with both arms, whimpering nonstop.
“Oppa… I can’t… it’s too much…”
She was spreading her legs little by little, as if racing toward the edge.
Stop.
“Eung?”
I halted the moving hand. When I pulled my fingers free they were soaked in her juices. A long string of fluid stretched from her pussy after them before finally breaking.
The sudden stop left her confused; the tension that had been building in her arms went slack.
“Oppa?”
She lifted the face that had been buried against me and looked up with a puzzled expression. I could see the faint resentment, the confusion, and the pleasure still drowning her features.
An incredibly arousing look.
“Turn around. Stick your ass out.”
She understood at once; her face brightened and she spun around, thrusting her hips out long and low.
A thoroughly bitch-like move.
Slap!
“Kyaak!”
I smacked her plump ass with my open palm. Because she was a bitch, the sound was deliciously wet and solid.
“O-Oppa!”
Her startled words didn’t match her pussy’s honesty; juices leaked out in a thick trail between the folds.
I gripped the ass of the girl who was trying to look back and pressed my cock against her entrance. She pushed her hips out even farther, offering a better angle for me to drive in.
Definitely a bitch.
Without hesitation I thrust my cock straight into the slit of her pussy. The well-loosened hole, surprised by a size so different from fingers, hurriedly clenched around me.
“Heueuk.”
As the thick cock forced its way in, her body tensed—apparently a size she had never taken before. To make her taste it properly I pushed deeper, feeding more of myself into that lower mouth.
When her pussy had swallowed about two-thirds of my cock I paused. The strain seemed to ease a little; some of the tension left her body.
“Oppa’s is so big. So this is what a huge one feels like.”
The casual way she still talked irritated me, so I pulled back a little, put power into my hips, and slammed all the way in.
“Heuaang!!”
Her pussy, now taking me to the root, twitched and convulsed, massaging my cock. That hungry spasm felt so good I wanted to stay buried like this all night.
“O-Oppa! If you suddenly go that hard—”
Pain and surprise made her try to pull her hips away, to get the cock out.
Where did she think she was going?
I seized the waist of the club girl trying to lean forward, pulled out, then drove in hard again.
“Heuaaaang!!!”
Still had the presence of mind to talk, did she?
The confidence I’d always had in my size, plus the absolute superiority hypnosis gave me, made my movements completely unrestrained.
“It hurts!”
I reached around and pinched the clit peeking out between her folds.
“Aang!”
Her strength seemed to leave her; I locked my arms firmly around her waist as she started to sink. The trembling that traveled through her ass told me she’d just had a small orgasm.
I kept the momentum, drawing my hips all the way back and then snapping them forward. I repeated it over and over.
With me holding her so tightly she couldn’t escape now. She gave up resisting, rested her hands on my forearms, and focused entirely on taking my cock.
“Euk. Euk. Eung. Euk!”
Slap. Slap.
The bathroom filled with the club girl’s moans—strained yet drowning in pleasure—my own rough breathing, and the wet sound of shower water running down her back to where her ass met my hips.
I kept moving roughly until the urge to come surged; I sped up.
“Heuang! Heuang!”
I reached forward, seized both breasts, and pounded into her; her moans grew louder and louder.
“Euk. Coming!”
I pulled out and shot my cum across her waist, her ass, and her pussy.
Brrrrt! Brrt! Brrrrrr.
She must have come too; she braced her arms against the shower wall and shuddered as the semen hit her.
I stared blankly at the cum washing away under the water, then gave her ass a casual slap as if brushing it off.
“Heuk. Oppa… I’m still sensitive right now.”
At those words I dragged my thumb across the still-gaping slit of her pussy.
“Ah, don’t…”
“Did you come?”
“Puhut.”
She laughed at the question.
“Come how?”
“Did you feel it?”
“Yeah… it was good.”
She looked at me with a shy face still full of heat.
I still wasn’t satisfied either, so this worked out perfectly.
“From now on, if you come, say you came. When you feel it, shout that you’re coming while you come.”
“Puhahat. What are you talking about, Oppa. Are you a pervert?”
Pervert. Pervert or not, I’d gotten hypnosis—I was going to try everything I could. I wanted to do the things that showed up in porn and manga. Even the hypnosis stuff I’d watched had always done it this way.
All the things people in real life said they were too embarrassed or unwilling to do—I was going to make her do them.
“That’s an order.”
“…Okay. If Oppa wants it, I’ll do it that way.”
No matter how naturally she acted like her everyday self, the hypnosis commanding her to obey my words and actions was still running, so she submitted.
I stroked her cheek in approval. She leaned into my hand and smiled bashfully.
Cute, for a bitch who came to the club just to get fucked by a man. And the inside of her pussy was nice and springy too.
The problem was that once the hypnosis wore off she wouldn’t remember any of this.
Wasn’t there a way to keep fucking her?
The club girl and I naturally started sucking on each other’s lips and tongues again.
The hypnosis time left was short.
Time to move to the bed.
We hurriedly dried off and headed for the bed.
But… could hypnosis make someone keep orgasming continuously?
I should test it.