A/N: First lewd Blue Archive fic, and maybe the first fic in the world even~ Though that's probably a bit presumptuous on my part~
Either way, do enjoy~
Fundraising
''Haah... what are we gonna do...?''
''Not sure... maybe...? No, we've tried that...''
''Maybe we could try asking around?''
''Like anybody would fork over enough cash to get us out of debt...''
The low, mumbling voices of five girls fluttered through the otherwise empty classroom; troubled uncertainty clear across their faces. As members of Abydos High School it shouldn't be a surprise as to the source of their anxiety, as it was an ever-present problem their school had been facing for a while now.
Namely, funding. Following the desertification of the surrounding area many other students had abandoned the school and moved elsewhere; slowly reducing the number of students at Abydos High School down to just five – Hoshino, Nonomi, Serika, Ayane, and Shiroko. For ages now the five had been trying to raise money to fund the school and bring it back to its former glory... but, of course, such methods were limited. Few were willing to invest into the school no matter how well they performed; many wealthy investors had already written the school off as doomed.
''I'm not sure what else we can do...'' Ayane sighed, rubbing her temples as she thought. ''We've tried everything...''
''Don't give up hope, Ayane!'' Hoshino urged her friend, giving her a bright smile. ''We'll figure something out; we always do!''
The others all urged Ayane on too, earning a thankful smile from the glasses-wearing girl. ''Mm, you're right... what about you, Shiroko? Any ideas?''
''...hm...''
Sat with her back to the wall was Shiroko, one hand on her chin and blue eyes pensively staring at the floor, deep in thought. Grey hair fell down past her shoulders and a pair of animal ears protruded from her head, twitching slightly on occasion. Much like her fellow students she wore a white button-up shirt with a black jacket thrown over it, though she added a flair to her look with a long blue scarf that wrapped around her neck and draped down her front. Whatever extra insulation the scarf gave was off-set by the shortness of her skirt, her slim legs bare aside from a pair of shin-high white socks and neat black shoes.
Shoes that began to tap idly against the floor. ''...I'll come up with something. I need to think on it more.''
''Of course.'' Ayane smiled gently. ''There's no rush.''
''Well, kinda is.'' Hoshino added dryly.
Serika replied by bonking the pink-haired Striker on the head, unheeding of her squeak. ''Hush.''
Shiroko just smiled, quiet as she listened to her friends continue to plot and plan – an idea already forming in her mind.
An embarrassing... but necessary one.
X-x-X
Two days later Shiroko found herself back in the classroom; this time without any of her fellow students around.
The grey-haired girl shifted quietly, awkwardly leaning her butt against one of the desks and waiting, tapping her fingers across the wood. Her cheeks were warm and no matter how much she tried to distract herself she couldn't quell the embarrassment that bubbled up inside of her. Truthfully she had been considering this option for a while now; she just never thought she'd have to sink to such a point she'd need to do it.
But if it was for the betterment of the school... she was willing to do whatever necessary. Including selling her own body.
Just then she heard knocking on the classroom door, jolting her out of her thoughts. ''U-Um... come in...''
The person on the other side complied; the door sliding open with a metallic creak. An older man was on the other side, probably either in his late thirties or early forties, no later than his late forties. He wasn't too bad looking; dressed in a white button-up shirt and black slacks, with a shaven face and a slight smile seemingly engraved onto his fatherly face. His short hair was dark and starting to grey too, only reinforcing his older look.
''You're Shiroko?'' The older man inquired lightly, stepping inside the room.
Shiroko swallowed her embarrassment, nodding. ''Yes.''
He smiled; sliding the door shut behind him. A key hung on a hook next to the door and he took it, taking the time to lock the door so they wouldn't be interrupted; the thought making her heartbeat quicken. She kept up her quiet expression as best she could, the pink hue to her cheeks the only indication of her true feelings – eyes intently watching as the man approached. She took note of a briefcase in hand, a spark of curiosity igniting within her as he laid it down on one of the desks and popped it open, withdrawing a pen and paper.
''Sign this.'' He said simply, planting both on the table next to her. ''Then we can continue with our... arrangements.''
Shiroko nodded slowly, shifting off of the desk she was sitting on and looking at the document. It was a fairly standard contract, laying out what she was to do and what to expect in return; all of it wrapped up in clear, easy-to-understand wording. The man was a wealthy one from a nearby city so it shouldn't be a surprise he had a lawyer on-hand to write up such a contract, but the sight of it just reinforced what she was about to do.
One line however caught her eye. ''...the contractor can perform any manner of deeds upon the client 'Shiroko', barring killing, maiming or causing severe injury...?!''
''Easy.'' The man was quick to calm her, chuckling. ''Sorry, that's just for the lawyers. I don't have any intention of hurting you like that.''
Shiroko hesitated for a few more seconds, before realising that he likely didn't have a different contract – and if she made him go all the way back to his city just to get a new contract, he wasn't likely to come back. She'd taken up enough of his time just arranging for him to come to her city and spend a day here; he wouldn't give her a second chance.
Thus, with a nervous gulp, the animal-eared Striker signed off on the contract.
The older gentleman smiled, taking the contract and returning it to the briefcase, folding it up and leaving it on the floor. Each movement was done with careful slowness, his eyes locked onto her and making her stomach twist with nervousness, fully aware she'd effectively given him free reign to do whatever he wanted to her. She couldn't begin to imagine the extent of what he had planned... but she had a good idea of what he might want to do.
Shiroko was jarred out of her thoughts as the man finally approached her. He stood in front of her, smile not fading from his face as he laid a hand on the side of her head... and stroked her hair. The Striker blushed darker, intimately feeling his roughened palm slide across her hair several times, almost seeming to pet her. His hand then slid around to her cheek, cupping it and running his thumb across her lips. He dug his thumb in slightly, wiggling it between her pink lips and prompting Shiroko to hesitantly part them, allowing him to push his thumb into her mouth.
''Mmph...'' Shiroko felt his thumb touch her tongue, sliding along it and pressing it down against the bottom of her mouth.
Unsure of how to react she pushed back with her tongue, dragging the wet appendage across his thumb. He hummed in a low, approving manner and lifted his other hand up to her animal ears, pinching her right ear and stroking it – sending shivers up her spine. His touch was gentle but intense, his fingers running through the thin fur and tracing the curves of the ear, pinching several times and applying a slight amount of pressure.
Until he pulled his thumb out of her mouth, his hand leaving her ear too. With a slight smile he held her cheek and lured her close, a second passing before their lips finally touched – and Shiroko shuddered as the older man kissed her, deepening it quickly. His hand shifted around to the back of her neck as they kissed, keeping their lips flush together and stifling any sound that bubbled out of her throat.
''...M-Mmph...'' The Striker grunted out as their lips drifted apart. ''Hah...''
The older man stared at her intently, eyes flickering slightly as he soaked in the sight of her face. Shiroko's cheeks burned hotter at the staring, embarrassed, but made no move to stop the man – staring was far from the worst thing he could do after all. Mercifully he did so only for a few more moments before tugging on the back of her neck, luring her back into a deep, lip-sealing kiss that left her stomach twisting itself into knots, her lips meshing against his with a quiet popping sound.
Many more kisses were shared. The man took his time with her, kissing her slowly and deeply. Several times he pulled back just to stare at her, his thumb occasionally tracing her lips or spreading them, making her open her mouth enough for him to trace her teeth with a finger. Then he went right back to kissing her, the slow smooches almost intimate in their slow intensity.
''Mm...'' The man finally pulled back, smile turning into a smirk.
He stepped back, grabbing the back of a chair and pulling it out from under a table, planting it down and then taking a seat. ''Strip.''
''H-Huh...?'' Shiroko was taken aback, flustered.
''Take off your clothes.'' The older man said simply, gesturing at her. ''Leave the skirt for now. Just the top half.''
Shiroko hesitated for a moment before reluctantly complying. She lifted both hands up to her black jacket, awkwardly sliding it off of her shoulders. The fabric hissed against her skin as it came off and then hit the floor behind her, the air warm against her exposed, slim arms. Her lithe fingers went to her shirt buttons next, undoing them one by one, popping them out of the holes – intimately aware of how much skin she showed. First her collarbone, then some cleavage, then her bust entirely clad in a pale blue bra. She felt his gaze on her chest but kept undressing, flat stomach becoming exposed as she undid the last few buttons, finally shrugging her shirt off.
She raised her hands to take her scarf off too, but the man interrupted her. ''No, keep that on. It looks good like that.''
Blushing Shiroko nodded, lowering her hands behind herself and unclipping her pale blue bra instead, peeling it off. Briefly she covered her chest by crossing her arms but when he gave her a pointed look she stopped, arms falling to her sides as she laid herself bare to him. The man stared at her intently, gaze tracing down her collarbone and over her breasts, part of her scarf covering her left breast. He made a slight gesture and Shiroko demurely obeyed, tugging the scarf aside so he could admire her plump chest fully. With how hot the air was being topless wasn't uncomfortable normally, but she hadn't been topless with a man staring at her before.
Slowly the man rose back up to his feet, humming thoughtfully as he walked around her. She stood still, cheeks aflame as he laid a hand on her stomach and ran his hand around to her back, massaging her with his thumb. He walked around her a full circle, admiring her body and running his hands over her – continuing to walk around her until he was behind her once more. Only then did he stop, his hands snaking around and rubbing her stomach, his touch slow and exploring.
''Mn...'' Shiroko bit her bottom lip as his hands went up, tickling her ribs up and cupping her breasts. ''Hah...''
A kiss smooched her ear. ''Nice tits. It's almost a shame that you hide them beneath that shirt.''
The perverse words were said in a languid tone, tickling her ear with them. He gave her breasts a slow squeeze and pinched her nipples between two fingers, tugging on them and coaxing out a soft whine from Shiroko's lips; said lips pursing back together a moment late. He rubbed the nubs about slightly, tweaking them as he gave another grope and this time coaxing out a soft moan from her throat, her breathing getting heavier.
A sharp shudder lanced down her spine as wet lips touched her neck, sucking. She moaned and tilted her head to the side, eyes fluttering shut as the older man began to mark her neck with kisses, his teeth ever-so-slightly dragging along her jugular. He hefted her breasts about more, lifting them up slightly before releasing them, letting them bounce slightly thanks to their plumpness. His thumbs drew slow circles around her nipples and he tugged on them too, his slow ministrations melting her mind bit by bit.
Then his right hand went down her front, and dipped under her skirt. ''M-Mn...?''
''Ssh.'' The older man hushed into her ear. ''Easy.''
Swallowing Shiroko nodded, focusing on the fingers that slipped into her underwear. He tickled his way down her pelvis and ran his fingers over her folds, coaxing out a breathy exhale from the Striker as she felt his fingers tease her. He didn't put them in yet, just rubbing her folds gently and riling her up. Her breathing grew heavier and her eyes became half-lidded, unable to not get aroused by his slow touching, no matter how embarrassing it was.
An aroused shiver travelled through her when he took it further; two fingers laying on her pussy lips and spreading her open, allowing his middle finger to curve in and trace slow circles on her entrance. His touch, ticklish and feathery, left her quivering and tensed as she endured it – unable to stop the quiet whimpers that quivered off of her tongue, the soft sound making him chuckle.
Then the next thing Shiroko knew two of his fingers were inside her. They went in suddenly, eliciting a gasp from her lips before it melted into a moan, her back arching as the sudden pleasure jolted up her spine. The older man chuckled at that, kissing her neck more and using his other hand to cup her cheek, tilting her head towards him. Cracking her eyes open Shiroko found herself staring up into the man's eyes, her embarrassment heightening as she felt him add a third finger; pushing all three into her womanhood.
''M-Mm...'' Shiroko mewled – her voice stifled when they kissed. ''Mmph...''
The over-the-shoulder kiss was foreign, yet no less arousing in that instant. Despite her reluctance she couldn't deny it felt good, a shaky moan arising from Shiroko's lips as the man expertly pumped his fingers inside her sex, rubbing her sweet spots with surprising accuracy. The way he rubbed his fingertips in small circles left her toes curling and her lips pursing, muting her moans down into shy whimpers of pleasure, her sounds of bliss further stifled by the kiss.
''Mm- haah... hah...'' Shiroko panted as their lips broke apart. ''S-Sir...''
A jolt lanced through her and made her thighs tense as he scissored his fingers apart, spreading her insides apart as far as he could with his three digits. He relaxed his fingers a second later only to repeat the motion, the sensation coaxing out more embarrassing sounds from her throat, unable to quell the lewd sounds. Mercifully he went back to thrusting his fingers a moment later, giving her at least a brief moment to breathe, a moan escaping her when his hand curved down to her left breast and groped it; the rough squeeze making it harder to breathe in the best way possible.
Then his fingers started moving faster. He moved them in ways that Shiroko didn't know possible, a string of whimpering mewls fleeing the Striker's lips as he plunged his digits deep inside and spread her apart. Several times he swirled his fingers around her innermost parts, the circular strokes leaving not a single spot within her untouched, before going back to thrusting his digits and getting them sticky with her honey.
''Ah... ahh...'' Shiroko broke away from the kiss, lolling her head forwards instead. ''Mn, Mm...''
Wet sounds could be heard as he wiggled his three fingers about, stirring her insides about and making her dizzy with pleasure. No matter how tightly her insides gripped his fingers he moved them regardless, nearly touching her innermost parts with the tip of his fingers as he did so. She tried to resist, her stomach taut and her breath held, fighting back against the tightening muscles in her pelvis, but her orgasm was swelling far faster than she herself could make it – the feeling of getting fingered by the man so much more intense than doing it herself.
''Hah... haah...!'' The Striker tensed up, eyes screwing shut-
-when the man suddenly pulled his fingers out.
The absence alone was nearly enough to make Shiroko cum; the emptiness within her sex making her inner walls grip nothing but air. She practically convulsed on the spot, stomach seizing, before she managed to ground herself and hold back – sweat trickling down her forehead from how close she was to climax. Just a few more seconds and she would've soaked his fingers, and probably collapsed in the process from how intense her climax would've been.
Perhaps then it wasn't surprising she felt a little disappointed; wanting to endure the powerful rush she was so very close to achieving.
Chuckling by her ear distracted her from that thought, a renewed blush colouring her cheeks as she turned her gaze onto the older man behind her. He smiled, lifting his right hand up to her face and showing her the glistening digits coated in her honey. It took Shiroko a moment to understand what he wanted her to do, and after a second to swallow her embarrassment she did so – opening her mouth and accepting his fingers inside.
She sucked them clean, her tongue sliding over his digits and tasting herself on them. A slow grope of her chest coaxed out a moan from her in the process, the sound partially muffled when she had three fingers buried in her mouth, her tongue lavishing them with slow, methodical licks, trying to clean them up. Mercifully the man was satisfied after just a few licks, and pulled them out of her mouth shortly after.
''Mn...'' Shiroko was left panting, licking her dry lips. ''Hah... sir- Mm?!''
A flustered sound escaped the Striker as the man leaned down, kissing her ribs. His smooching lips trailed up her bare side to her armpit, forcing Shiroko to lift her arm – shivering silently as the man kissed up said armpit and along her underarms, working his way up to her elbow. He guided her arm down as he kissed, allowing the man to smooch his way along her forearm and to her hand; ending it with a single wet kiss on the back of her hand.
Then he let her go, chuckling. ''Put on a show for me.''
''...huh?'' Shiroko uncertainly tilted her head, unsure.
The man just smiled, easing himself down into his chair. ''Skirt and underwear, off. Make a show of it.''
Red-faced Shiroko could only obey, swallowing and dipping her head in a slight nod. She tucked her thumbs down into her skirt and pushed it down a tiny bit, jutting her hip out at the same time and showing off the slight curve of her pelvis, barely visible from beneath the waistband of her skirt. Embarrassment clawed hotter at her chest but she kept going; playing with the side-zipper of her skirt and making it jingle.
Skin tingling with arousal Shiroko pushed her arms together, pushing her breasts together and bending over – giving him a peek down her cleavage. She stared into his eyes and wiggled slightly, fully aware of how her chest jiggled slightly; enough to draw his eye at least. While his gaze was on her boobs she unzipped her skirt, peeling it off and holding it to her front, hiding her underwear from view.
''Mn...'' Shiroko then turned away, letting her skirt slip from her fingers
Hands now free she tucked her thumbs into the back of her panties, tugging them partway down her ass and slowly shaking her rear, hoping she was doing a good job. A demure glance over her shoulder told her she was; the older man leaning back against the chair and slowly stroking himself off to the sight of her. She quickly looked aside, blushing as she peeled her light blue underwear back up, only to twist around and face the older man and tug her panties down more – enough that he could get a look at her womanhood, her folds wet and needy.
Her underwear sprung back into place when she let go. She hesitated for a second longer, distracting him by rubbing the waistband of her panties, but after a moment Shiroko swallowed her embarrassment and peeled her light blue underwear down – her right hand diving inside and cupping her pussy, hiding it from view. With her one free hand she tugged and pulled her panties down, working her underwear off until it fell down by itself, allowing the Striker to step out of it.
And then finally she removed her hand, demurely tucking both arms behind her back; presenting her nearly-nude body to him fully.
''Mm...'' The older man stroked himself off to the sight, eyes tracing down her pelvis and to her sex. ''Come here.''
Shiroko obeyed and approached, coming to a stop in front of him. At his gesture she lowered herself down onto her knees in front of him, gaze drawn to his erect cock – only now noticing how big he was. While she didn't have much to compare to, his size was clearly above-average. The Striker looked up at him for instruction but he merely laid a hand on the back of her head, tugging her face closer to his erect shaft, his request clear.
With only slight hesitation Shiroko complied, leaning in. Her warm breath washed over his cock as she opened her mouth, soon wrapping her lips around the tip of his shaft – sucking on it. The man exhaled a pleased sigh and laid his hand on her head, encouraging the Striker to slide her lips down further – carefully keeping her teeth out of the way. His exhale turned into a moan of pleasure, and Shiroko's eyes widened as he pushed her down more.
''Ohh...'' He groaned as just over half of his shaft went into her mouth; throbbing against her wet tongue.
Shiroko coughed lightly; the thick girth in her throat foreign and bigger than she expected. Still she quelled any protests and obediently sucked the man's cock, sliding her lips back up to the tip and swirling her tongue around the tip, feeling it twitch against the wet appendage. She took him back into her mouth a moment later, feeling his girth slide along her tongue and touch the back of her throat, the impact nearly triggering her gag reflex had she not braced herself beforehand.
''Mmph... Mm... ghk...'' The Striker bobbed her head up-and-down, saliva sticking to his cock as she blew him.
A grunt bubbled up from Shiroko's throat as the man pushed her down again, causing his cock to go down her throat – her lips soon touching the very base of his cock. Just having such a thick thing in her throat made it impossible to breathe, forcing the Striker to hold her breath as he throbbed in her mouth, getting off on just seeing her choke. Seconds ticked by and she helplessly stroked his girth with her tongue, hoping to entice him to move.
It worked, and with a low groan of pleasure the man loosened his hold – allowing the student to continue blowing him. She held onto his thighs for support, cheeks aflame as she felt her own saliva smear across her lips, the embarrassing sensation failing to stop her from fulfilling her contract. When he threaded his fingers into her hair and began to push her down more roughly she took it silently, a string of soft grunts escaping her as she took it down the throat.
''Haah... good, you're good...'' The man groaned out, rocking his hips and thrusting into her mouth lightly. ''Keep sucking.''
Shiroko obeyed, wet slurps filling the classroom as she bobbed her head. She got used to the feeling of his cock down her throat and stopped gagging as much, enduring it and just focusing on sucking him off, trying to coax out his inevitable orgasm. She could tell he was getting closer by how he throbbed and twitched against her tongue, enticing her to run said tongue along his girth more, tickling it and smothering him with the wet warmth of her mouth.
''Mmph, Mmph...'' Shiroko screwed her eyes shut as he pushed her down more, forcing his cock down her throat over and over again – the tip sliding down her throat easily each time.
''Hah, yeah...'' The older man breathed, gripping her hair. ''Here it comes, girl. Don't swallow.''
Shiroko sucked in response, prepared for the inevitable. She felt his cock throb and pulse against her tongue as she sucked away at his wet cock, feeling how hot and swollen his girth was as it rubbed her tongue-
-when with a low, strained groan, the man came. He shoved her head down his cock all the way, squishing her nose against his pelvis and throbbing in her mouth, unloading thick ropes of cum straight down her throat. As per his order she didn't swallow it; feeling it pool in her throat and only swallowing enough to keep breathing, a shudder lancing through her body as she felt his hot seed stick to her throat.
A small eternity later he loosened his hold, and with a grunt Shiroko leaned back – popping her lips off of his cock. He grabbed her jaw the moment she did so, and at his silent request the Striker opened her mouth – extending her tongue and letting him see the cum she hadn't yet swallowed. He stared at it for a long moment, smirking slightly as he pressed a thumb down onto her tongue and actively smeared his seed into it, as if to engrain the salty taste onto her taste-buds.
Only then he did let go. ''Good girl. You can swallow now.''
With a gulp Shiroko obeyed, her animal ears twitching as she swallowed the thick cum. She could feel some of it stuck in her throat, forcing her to swallow several more times to wash it all down, though she hid any discomfort behind a mask of stoicism – or as close as she could get to it in the current situation. Even then she could still feel how her cheeks burned, and the taste of his cum lingered on her tongue despite how many times she swallowed.
''...what next?'' Shiroko quietly asked, knowing they were far from done.
A fact proven true when the older man hummed, rubbing one of her animal ears. ''Sit back on the desk.''
Curious Shiroko obeyed him, rising up to her feet and meandering backwards, soon leaning back against the desk and sitting on it. ''...okay?''
''Now masturbate.'' The older man's tone was casual even as his words dripped with lust. ''Do it until you finish.''
Shiroko swallowed, heat rising across her face. After a second of hesitation however she obeyed the man, demurely opening her legs so he could see and then sliding a hand down her front. Her folds were wet, a tingling need buzzing at her womanhood and enticing her to rub herself off, pursing her lips at the sensation. His prior fingering had left her sensitive so she didn't need to spend time working herself up, but that didn't make masturbating in front of a stranger any easier.
Exhaling softly Shiroko ran her fingers along her slit, and pushed three fingers inside of herself. She felt her inner walls clench around her digits, encouraging her to bury her fingers in deep and slowly swirl them around, moaning when she rubbed a sensitive spot inside of her. On instinct her legs tried to buckle shut but she resisted the instinctive urge to do so, pumping her digits inside herself more vigorously to compensate – using her fingertips to rub more forcefully, pressing on her weak spots.
''Haah... ahh...!'' Shiroko breathed, her fingers wet and sticky when she pulled them out – rubbing her clit furiously instead. ''Mn...''
Her other hand came up and held her breast, groping it slowly and using her thumb to roll her nipple around, the little bit of added pleasure amplified by the heat between her legs. She quickly jammed her three fingers back inside of herself with a moan, arching her back and scissoring her fingers apart, spreading her quivering inner walls as far apart as she could before going back to thrusting, intimately aware of how tight her pelvic muscles were coiling.
Pursing her lips Shiroko rocked her hip, pushing herself onto her fingers. She tightly squeezed her digits but forced herself to wriggle her fingers around as best as she could, pushing past the pleasure and bringing herself closer to orgasm – her breathing growing short and raspy. She curled her toes and held her breath, tucking her chin into her collarbone as she felt the heat build, her womanhood aching with hot, burning need.
''Ahh, ah...'' Wet sounds became audible as she jammed her fingers in-and-out, pulling out to the tip of her fingers and shoving them back in up to the knuckle.
Until with a spasm, Shiroko orgasmed. A gasp fled her lips before she shut her lips tight, shoulders jerking inwards as she squirted around her curling, spasming fingers. She humped her hand and bucked her hips, struggling to not shut her legs and just fold onto her side; powerful waves of pleasure pulsing up her body.
Bit by bit the intense pressure wilted, and with a sigh Shiroko relaxed, panting heavily. Sweat stuck to her body and her skin tingled from the force of her orgasm, a shiver running through the student as she tugged her fingers out of her dripping sex, blushing as she saw how soaked they were. As she came down from her orgasmic high she looked up at the older man across from her, a spike of embarrassment worming around her chest as she saw him stroking himself off – getting off to the sight of her fingering herself.
''Mm...'' The older man hummed, slowing his hand and standing up. ''Lay on your back.''
Shiroko obeyed, swallowing the saliva in her mouth and laying back across the just-big-enough desk. Her legs lolled open and she made no move to close them, biting her lip as she felt his gaze slide over her wet sex, her folds quivering for attention. He replied by pressing his meat against her slit, spreading her lower lips slightly as his girth rubbed against her core, the slight friction making her moan.
Then the man grasped his length, pushed the tip along her entrance – and slipped inside. Instantly Shiroko tensed up, a stilted sound squeaking from her lips before she pursed them tightly together, tense as she felt his meat push inside her. Her inner walls, wet and sensitive as they were, tingling from the mere friction of his cock spreading them apart, her stomach lifting off of the desk as pleasure wormed up her body, only growing more intense as his cock spread her open.
Until finally he bottomed out within her, knocking the air out of her lungs and sending her flopping back onto the desk, gasping. ''H-Haah, hah...''
''Mm... you're pretty tight.'' The man commented, sliding a hand up and groping one of her breasts. ''First time?''
Shiroko demurely looked off to the side. ''Y-Yes.''
''Heh. Don't worry, I'll give you something to remember.'' The older man smirked and grabbed her waist.
A short gasp escaped Shiroko as he began to pull out, her insides gripping his cock desperately – only for him to ram himself back inside. The hot friction made her convulse with a brief squeak, the embarrassing sound prompting her to cover her eyes with an arm – whimpering as the man flicked her nipple about, teasing her. His cock pulsed within her as it moved, rubbing her innermost parts and teasing her sensitive spots; spreading her apart far easier than her own fingers could've.
And by the second he moved faster. Flesh began to smack loudly together as his pelvis impacted hers, each impact accompanied by the feeling of being filled to the brim – his girth stuffing every inch of her pussy and pressing up against her deepest parts. Weakly Shiroko attempted to stifle the lewd sounds bubbling out of her throat but it felt too good, the feeling of having him buried inside her coaxing out a string of moans and gasps, her pitch rising when he rubbed or hit a sensitive spot.
''Mn- ah~! Hah, hah...!'' Shiroko gasped out – her sounds firmly muted when he leaned down and kissed her, devouring her voice.
The Striker blushed, hesitantly wrapping her arms around his neck and deepening the kiss, her body rocking in tandem with his strong thrusts. Her pussy tingled and ached the more he moved, his cock driving her crazy and coaxing out more embarrassing sounds, her breath growing short. Whether he noticed or not the man continued to ram himself into her; wet sounds escaping her sex as their pelvises smacked together.
A squeak echoed as the desk beneath them shifted from the force of his thrusts, prompting Shiroko to wrap her legs around his waist – locking her ankles behind his back. The man rewarded her by pounding her pussy harder, his pelvis hitting hers hard enough to make her jolt and buckle; waves of pleasure coursing through her body and leaving her moaning into his mouth. It felt wrong, it felt shameful – but it felt good. Sinful as it was, it just felt so addictive she couldn't muster any regret to feel.
''Hah, hah... yes... almost...'' The man murmured, groping her breast hard and making her gasp. ''Here it comes.''
Shiroko could only brace and prepare for it, pursed lips stifling her gasping whimpers as the pressure within her grew. She felt his cock slide faster and faster, her clenching insides failing to stop him from fucking her senseless and melting her mind with the stimulation.
Then he gasped, gripped her waist – and exploded inside of her. Like a ram his cock hammered her cervix, each hard thrust shooting a thick streak of cum deep into her womb. The sensation pushed her over the edge, eliciting a cry of pleasure from Shiroko's lips as she orgasmed on his dick, her insides pressing down on his pulsing meat and coaxing out several more thick splats of cum, undoubtedly knocking her up in the process.
''M-Mn...!'' Shiroko held onto the man tight, her lips pursed as she rode out her own orgasm – her juices leaking out around his hot meat.
Then he pulled out. The sudden absence of his cock made her gasp, shuddering when she felt him rub against her slippery folds and spurt a little more onto her stomach, his cum searing hot against her skin. Shiroko quivered at the feeling, unable to do anything but go limp against the table as overwhelming pleasure coursed through her body, her heaving breaths intimately audible in her own ears.
''Mm... not bad.'' He gave her thigh a light slap, jolting Shiroko out of her post-orgasm daze. ''But we're not done yet.''
Shiroko said nothing, but the burning heat in her cheeks spoke of her embarrassment, and her submission. With a smirk the man grabbed her waist and tugged, prompting Shiroko to roll over onto her stomach – able to stand on both feet, taking some weight off of her stomach. The man poked and prodded her cum-filled folds with his cock, the tip entering her but no more, and after a few seconds of teasing he pulled his dick away entirely – slapping her ass with his cock instead.
''S-Sir...'' Shiroko murmured, squirming. She didn't want to sound needy, but...
Mercifully the man wasn't going to just make her lay there forever, as after a few moments he grabbed his cock and pressed it against her ass – and then lined up with her asshole. Shiroko didn't have the time to tense up before he suddenly pushed forth; and a sharp gasp fled the Striker's lips as his cock buried itself in her rear. Pleasure hit her like a hammer a second later, stars nearly bursting to life in her eyes as she grabbed onto the table, spasming against it.
''Oh fuck.'' The older man cursed, gripping her waist. ''So tight... definitely a first for you too, huh...''
Shiroko couldn't muster a word; too busy riding out the sensation of getting fucked in the ass. The man didn't mind; spooning her from behind as he began to thrust, his cock pushing in even deeper before he pulled back until just the tip was left inside, her asshole ungodly tight around his shaft. The tightness only encouraged the man whoever to push back in, coaxing out a strained moan from Shiroko even as she tried to muffle it.
He started slow at first, getting her used to taking it anal, but within the minute his hips began to move more vigorously, forcing his cock in deeper. Shiroko gripped the edges of the desk in response, her whimpers turning into gasps and her moans become soft cries of pleasure, her back arching and making her bare shoulder blades all the more defined. As if in response the older man ran his hands around and grabbed her tits, using them like handholds as he pounded her.
''Mm, ah, ahh~'' Shiroko moaned out, eyes half-lidded and breathing heavy. ''...can you... move faster...?''
''Heh. Sure thing doll.'' The man kissed her cheek.
Shiroko quickly found the air gasped out of her lungs as he obeyed her wish, pounding her ass – and pounding it hard. His pelvis loudly smacked against her rear and his cock buried itself balls-deep in her ass, filling her tight hole to the brim. Her body jerked forwards with each thrust and her thighs squished against the edge of the desk, her boobs finding themselves squished beneath the man's squeezing fingers.
The resounding, echoing smacking carried on endlessly, not a pause nor slow to be found in the rhythm as he fucked her relentlessly. Pleasure curled and quivered through her lower half and it took Shiroko all she had to not get lost in it, a distinct pressure building within her pelvis. Her pussy quivered and tightened around air, her next orgasm rapidly welling up – yet the lack of anything inside her wet hole left her feeling needily.
Thus, with only a modicum of shame, Shiroko slipped an arm beneath her body and jammed three fingers into her sex.
''Mm!'' She bit her bottom lip, muting her whimpers as she took it in the ass. ''F-Faster...''
''With pleasure.'' The man gave her tits another squeeze, playing with her nipples at the same time.
Shiroko tensed up as he did just that, his cock railing her rear without stopping. The friction, the heat, the fullness – all of it nearly left her dizzy with pleasure. Her womanhood clenched tight around her fingers and pleasure burst through her when she spread or wiggled her digits, pleasuring both of her holes and melting her mind, the need too strong to be ignored. She wanted to hold on, to endure, but it was too much.
''I... I-I'm...!'' Shiroko gasped out, tensing-
-when the man suddenly slammed in hard, grunting. ''Crap!''
Thick, searing shots of semen spurted into her asshole; the startling sensation finally pushing Shiroko over the edge – eliciting a sharp cry from the student as she came in an instant. Her mind went white and she gushed around her own fingers, knees buckling inwards and torso flopping down against the desk, seizing up and trying to fold in on herself in pure bliss. More ropes of cum shot into her ass at the same time, each dollop of seed only adding to the searing warmth within her rear.
''A... Ah...'' Shiroko remained tense for another few long moments – and then went slack with a gasp. ''Hah... haah... hah...''
Another thrust smacked her ass, before the man then pulled out. ''Hah... wow, that was great. And I'm guessing you liked it too, heh.''
Shiroko just breathlessly nodded, resting her forehead against the cool desk. Her legs buckled and shook but she stayed standing, clinging onto the desk to do so.
As such she felt more than saw a manilla envelope get laid down by her feet. ''Here. The funding will be deposited electronically into the school; this bunch is just for you. Spend it as you will.''
A hand grabbed her ass and squeezed. ''If you ever need more money... well, I have some friends that might be interested in that body of yours. Give me another call if you're interested.''
He spanked her – the slap sharp and leaving her butt sore – before tugging his cock back into his pants and leaving the room, chuckling as he left.
''...haah... hah...''
Slowly Shiroko slid off of the desk and collapsed down beside the desk, her legs finally too weak to support her own weight.
''...I did it...'' She breathed, resting her head back against the cold metal leg of the table. ''I did it...''
She'd gotten the funding they'd needed. It might not be enough to get them out of debt, but it was a good start. A game-changer, even.
And if she ever needed more... she knew where to look.
[END]