The useless girl 4
The Secret
"I promise you that what happens tonight won't leave this room. What do you say? Tetsuo is completely asleep, tomorrow he'll be so embarrassed he won't be able to ask how our night was. We have a few hours until sunrise, no strings attached... Let me take off that ugly nightgown... And tomorrow it'll just be Gojo sensei and Kasumi-san. What do you say?"
Kasumi watches him with wide eyes. Satoru gazes at her carefully; he examines the long, dark eyelashes, the white skin subtly tinging with burgundy, the slight pink tint that paints her lips, the moisture that still lingers at the root of her hair.
"Is this the first time someone proposes something like this to you?" He questions her in a soft tone, amused by his own indiscretion. Then he smiles as he watches a strand of hair fall over her ear while she ponders the consequences of her next words.
"And... how would we do that...?" she answers, ignoring his last question.
Gojo's lips spread into a more pronounced smile. Excited by her curiosity he plops down on the pillow and stares unabashedly at the blush that is brightening her cheeks. Her dark blue, almost purple eyes wander to some corner of the room, though there's nothing in particular that catches her attention. She's terribly embarrassed that she doesn't have the strength to kick him out of her bed.
"For starters... you're not a virgin, are you?"
Each question seems to get her more uncomfortable and he knows that this is not the ideal way to convince her. But he doesn't take back any of his words.
"I think I should know that at least," he doubles down as he watches her uncomfortable gesture.
"N-no... I..."
"Never mind the details, I just wanted to be sure. Now, why don't you just lie down? It'll be easier to do this if you're not so far away."
"I'm not far away... the bed is too small..." she replies and mimics him, though reluctantly she heeds his request and plops down on the pillow. She sees him briefly before turning her dark gaze to another corner.
"Turn around," he orders her.
"Do you want me to turn my back to you?"
"Yes."
Kasumi is certainly puzzled, yet is obedient and slides her slender body under the sheets. Once facing the wall, she turns her face slightly towards Satoru waiting for some new indication.
"You don't seem to be very good at this casual thing, so let's make this a little easier for you," he says in a soft tone, "Why don't you pretend to be asleep? I'll do the rest."
"Mhm..." comes out of her throat, her lips pressed together in a strange gesture, then she nods and closes her eyes tightly, but can't help but open them again as she feels Satoru's hands grab her by the waist to pull her to him. The hidden air in her lungs comes out in a gasp, a shiver runs down her back like a whiplash.
Satoru's chest fits perfectly against Kasumi's small back who, out of breath, makes a second effort to obey and close her eyes. Not a millimeter of Satoru's hand on her manages to go unnoticed, but he doesn't move, doesn't drag his fingers over her but rather devotes himself to breathing with an enviable tranquility, as if what he is doing doesn't cause him the slightest shame. Satoru's warm breath brushes her neck, as he has settled behind her in a fetal position and seems to have made up his mind to sleep.
"My feet are cold Kasumi, could you help me warm them up?"
"Yes..." she answers, still embarrassed, although she doesn't know how. She deliberates for a moment, she shouldn't move since her task is to pretend to be asleep. She can't get up and use her hands so the only viable option is to use her own feet.
Miwa's small feet rest on Satoru's and her warm toes curl over his, which makes him smile so much that he almost lets out a giggle.
"Did you know how hot a gentle woman is? Right, you're asleep... don't worry... I'll do everything, don't worry."
He takes another deep breath of the scent of hotel soap that Kasumi has impregnated on her skin, mixed with the coconut scent of the cheap shampoo they both used in the shower. There is a distinct scent coming from her skin, probably the body cream she brought in that bag she carried into the bathroom. He breathes calmly, her chest on the other hand is a chaos that slowly calms down and soon after she moves to his rhythm. Just the way he wants her, calm, relaxed, it will be easier that way.
Satoru's fingers begin to move with deliberate delicacy. With the back of the fingers of his right hand he caresses Kasumi's navel over the cotton fabric of her nightgown. He settles his long legs and lets out a sigh, she is so warm.
With the tip of his nose he brushes her slightly damp neck. With half-open eyes he watches the small trembling of her body, the shivering of which she has fallen victim.
The flow of energy of which he alone is a spectator increases rapidly, wanders through her body in a dizzying, erratic manner. But Kasumi is already a sorceress with many years of experience under her belt and she can control it, she contains it within her small body and this conscious act takes her mind off what is happening now in that small room.
The subtle sound of her throat swallowing saliva catches Satoru's attention after the first rose of his hand on her thigh. He slowly and delicately drags his fingertips over the fabric of her nightgown dragging it down to reveal more skin. So slow is he in his eagerness to undress her that she can do nothing but wait as she trembles under the touch of his long fingers.
He is at least attentive in this regard, attentive to every little detail, every sound and movement of the body that pretends to sleep beside him, like an animal watching and studying its prey, waiting for the right moment to sink its fangs into her.
As the fabric rises and her underwear is exposed, he wonders if it will be opportune to slip a hand between her legs, or if it will be too fast for the trembling rabbit. He needs a hint, an invitation or something along the lines of what he meant when he said 'vigorous consent'.
"Ah..." comes out hoarse from his throat as he opens his mouth to touch her earlobe with the tip of his tongue.
"Ah..." comes unintentionally from Kasumi's sweet mouth. A whimper that hints at Satoru's early victory.
At this point Satoru would love to ask her a couple of obscene questions about what she would like to do now, how, in what position or what else she would like him to do with that same tongue. But maybe he should save that sort of thing for a next encounter, when she's able to let loose completely. For now he settles for the soft moans that emerge embarrassedly from her lips and continues to caress her earlobe, drags his tongue patiently along the back of her neck, unable to avoid the most natural and visceral reaction of his own body. He sinks his teeth into Kasumi's unblemished skin, a guttural sound comes from deep in his lungs, like an animal.
He's hard and Kasumi feels it, touches her ass through the layers of cloth separating them with a certain impatience he can barely keep under control. Satoru can't see all the blush that covers her cheeks, but he can imagine it as he touches with one hand the smooth skin of her leg to the crease of her ass. He runs his fingers over her underwear wondering what color they will be, white, red, light blue or peach. Until he finally makes up his mind and drags the fabric down with precision and utmost attention, so slowly that he can't help but anticipate his next steps. Any further movement at this instant could be fatal, but, to his surprise she has soaked up her role, lingers there, eyes closed and straining not to moan.
He knows perfectly well, more than any other human being on the planet, that her unbridled heart beats against her chest and that its throbbing expands like a wave over every inch of her skin. Kasumi has become his most attentive apprentice, the most obedient of them all.
If it were up to him he would have pulled down his pants by now, but this little game is quite entertaining and his ego implores him to prove to himself that he is capable of bending the purest soul. That this nice girl, so proper and polite, will end up begging him to fuck her in the crudest way imaginable.
Satoru takes hold of the elastic of her panties and pulls it down, torturously slow. She closes her eyes and feels his fingers stiffening on that delicate piece of fabric. His own body begins to groan at the whole ceremony, his biceps twitching and accentuating the muscles in his right arm. He smirks, on the verge of tearing the panties off with a jerk. At this point he needs a little cooperation, Kasumi must lift her ass off the bed if she doesn't want to end up losing an article of clothing tonight, in addition to that awful nightgown. But, if she doesn't cooperate, there's no point. He doesn't want to imagine himself as the animal he is, ripping off the clothes of a young girl ten years younger than him. This game is no fun if it has only one player.
Suddenly and with some hesitation, Kasumi moves her hips and he feels that he has suddenly reached the goal. He can almost taste the victory.
'Good girl,' he thinks to himself and drags her panties down to her knees. It's extremely arousing to feel her warm body, clinging to his, still pretending to be the proper woman she is, to have her there with her eyes closed wiggling her ass to help him remove her underwear.
Satoru buries his face in the curve of Kasumi's shoulder and joins her like two pieces of a puzzle. He gently and firmly pushes his erection against Kasumi's bare ass, over and over again until he feels her include herself in that back and forth and sighs delicately.
Second by second Kasumi's warm breaths come out of her mouth; at times she holds back, at other times she lets out a sigh full of desire and just a hint of dread. He for his part knows he is one step away from falling into a most unforgivable attitude, restless and unable to keep his mind focused. His own chest is hot and his moist breath permeates over Kasumi's neck. His heart forcefully pumps blood in all directions, preparing his boner to split this small body in half.
He cocks a smile as he convinces himself to wait a little longer, but patience is not one of his greatest virtues. It's hard to stay composed when Kasumi pushes her ass against his groin in such a gentle, enticing way. He wonders if that movement is all he needs to continue, as it would be in any other case. But this puritanical young woman seems capable of pulling back at the slightest false move.
His long fingers sink urgently over Kasumi's skin, his fingertips leaving a pink mark in their wake, trailing from her legs to her hip and then up impatiently across her belly to rest on the curve of her breast.
He senses that Kasumi has opened her eyes, can sense that she has gasped as she feels his fingers making their way over the soft, snowy skin of her breast. She moans suddenly as he squeezes, her swollen nipple trapped between his index and ring finger. He closes his hand and catches it almost completely, mentally grateful that she is not wearing a bra.
He premeditatedly welcomes her breast and squeezes it between his fingers again and again completely absorbed in the light moans that escape embarrassedly from her moist lips. He listens patiently as they become more of a plea, hoping she will be bold enough to discard his instructions to beg him to fuck her the hell out of her. But Kasumi doesn't.
Suddenly and without a second thought his hand goes up the narrow path between her breast and her neck and grabs her. He holds her by the neck until he feels the wild pounding of her heart under his palm feeling in total control of Kasumi's will.
But it's so hot, he's so agitated that he doesn't question a second longer and he sits up on the bed. The impatient grip on her neck unravels and for the first time she turns her face to see him sitting on the bed next to her. She stunnedly contemplates the way Satoru removes his shirt with both hands and sees for the first time every muscle carved like a work of art on his back. His tousled grayish hair, disheveled over the neat cut below his nape. She can't take her eyes off each contraction of his back as he undresses and then sighs to turn to look at her with a smile. He looks sideways at her with such haughtiness and smugness that it leaves her totally dazzled. The smile says too much on its own, the white teeth locked in the gesture of his flushed lips scream the truth to her, he knows he is the best she has ever seen in her life up to that moment, that he is a god among mortals and that he is willing to do with her as he pleases.
Satoru watches her completely proud, even petulant, contemplates her big eyes shining under the moonlight that is cast through the thin curtains of the room of that inn. She looks helpless for a second, seized by surprise, as if she can't believe what she is about to do, but then her expression relaxes and she squints her eyes full of shame for all the sinful thoughts that dwell hidden in her mind. Her face flushed, her lips pressed together, tirelessly breathing out the hot air coming out of her body.
He tilts his face and observes her with growing curiosity, Kasumi is as much a woman as all the others, and not a nun as he had believed a few hours ago.
"You woke up," he tells her in an amused tone and a small chuckle escapes behind his closed lips in a wide smile. "You must be hot, so what do you say if I take this off?" he asks and quickly brings a hand to her hip, but she turns back into a dazzled rabbit.
His shoulders relax, a little disappointed. But an idea comes to his mind like a flash of lightning and excitedly he gets out of bed. Kasumi sits up as she watches him withdraw and instinctively covers her chest with the sheets even though she is not naked. She still can't believe she has her panties hanging between her knees and is about to apologize to him for not being a bolder partner. Her apology, caught in the back of her throat, goes unspoken being struck down by uncertainty. Satoru searches through his things until he stands up victoriously with something in his hands that she can't see, then seems to see something else and turns his face to direct a lecherous smile at her that gives her the shivers. Suddenly he takes a couple of steps closer to a chair where she left her neatly folded uniform and picks up her tie.
"I want to try something."
She nods, as if she were in an test.
"Do you know what the 'Zeno' effect is?" He asks as he walks towards her slowly with a frightening cadence.
She denies. He, half naked, standing in front of her with a piece of cloth in one hand and her tie in the other, looks down at her attentive eyes that struggle not to observe in detail his chiseled chest and abs.
"Well, I don't want to be too technical about it so I'll be brief. An experiment showed that particles behave differently when they are observed. Interesting, isn't it? Then, just like particles, you will be my object of study since I believe you will show the same results, but in a different way. Hold still," he says and carefully places his black bandage over Kasumi's face. "You are too self-conscious, but I have a feeling that you don't behave the same way when you think no one can see you, so with the help of this blindfold you will try to forget that I am watching you, I want you to be yourself for once in your life. Without any shame, no matter what opinion I may have of you. If you like something, if you don't like it, I want you to be able to express it and not only to yourself, but to me. Do you think you can do it?"
"F-forget that you're here?" she says softly, her eyes blindfolded.
"Exactly, pretend you're dreaming or whatever it is that helps you not to think I'm watching you. I think you're repressing every cell in your body because you're afraid people will think badly of you, will you be able to do it?"
She hesitates, something remains hidden in her throat that she dares not say until he grabs her by the neck once more and forces her face in his direction. Although she can't see him, he can and begins to imagine reprehensible scenarios. His thumb wanders down her cheek to her lips and works its way between them.
"Lick it," he orders her.
This will serve as a pilot test and, after a few seconds of hesitation, Satoru feels Kasumi's trembling lips slowly open and her tongue touching his thumb. Gojo gently sticks his finger inside Kasumi's mouth, he hears her moan softly as she licks impetuously as requested.
Satoru's chest heaves, his theory so far has proven correct. Kasumi wouldn't be able to do it and make eye contact with him without turning into a hard bundle of nerves.
Releasing her face he removes his thumb, she chases it a few millimeters to end up with her mouth ajar awaiting further instructions.
This scenario is too convenient not to seriously consider the idea that now wanders through his mind. He looks sideways at his erection pointing directly at Kasumi and arches an eyebrow, afraid to go a step too far. But so what. He pulls his pants and boxers down just enough to give his erection freedom, wondering what she's thinking right now.
Maybe he should slow down a bit and not go from zero to a hundred in a matter of minutes. But no one could blame him for trying. Maybe he scares her, maybe she wants to do it.
Gojo decides not to be so bold, so he takes Kasumi's hand between his own and entwines his fingers with hers.
"Remember that you don't have to do anything you don't want to do. And that you don't have to feel ashamed if you want to do something you don't think is right. There is nothing wrong here and now," he says in a sweet tone and directs Miwa's small hand to his cock. He takes her fingers and with his hand helps her to take it completely from the base.
It is inevitable for Satoru to sigh when Kasumi's warm fingers are on his most intimate part. He wants to move and show her how to touch him and what pressure to exert, but to his surprise Kasumi uses her free hand to arrange a lock of hair behind her ear and after a moment of hesitation, she begins to touch him in a back and forth motion.
She can feel under her palm the blood moving tempestuously under Satoru's skin and seems to feel some satisfaction after Satoru's first moans. She concentrates on what it is that makes him moan the loudest and can feel himself hold back, his anxiety beginning to be felt throughout the room.
He opens his eyes, at first with surprise and then with some satisfaction as she opens her mouth and licks the tip a little at a time until she takes him almost completely into her mouth.
Satoru brings his hands to his head, grips his own hair tightly as he watches her, comes and goes slowly and saliva pools between her hand and her blushing lips. He would like at this moment to grab her by the hair and sink completely into her until she's out of breath, his self-control is reaching its limit.
A drop of saliva trickles down his leg, the soft, embarrassed sound of Kasumi's lips vibrating on his fully hard cock. Satoru covers his face with both hands, closes his eyes and feels her tongue encircling him with surprising aptitude. Who would have known Kasumi could suck it this well? Perhaps it is her diligent nature that compels her to do every task to one hundred percent of her capabilities. Surprisingly perhaps she is a better lover than she is a shaman.
He indulges himself by taking one more look at her, delighting in the detail of the way she tries to take him deeper and deeper into her mouth with each approach. His experiment has yielded excellent results and he can't wait any longer to take the next step.
He stops her with a gentle movement of his fingers on her shoulder and she lifts her face to his despite not being able to see his desperate expression. He takes her by surprise as he grabs her pajamas by both hands until he pulls them off her with a single tug. Sadly, she instinctively covers her breasts with one hand and the space between her legs with the other. But Satoru deftly anticipates this scenario no and takes an instant to grab her hands by the wrists. In the blink of an eye he has her lying on the bed, completely naked, with both arms over her head and with Satoru on top of her tying her to the headboard with her own tie.
"W-what are you doing?"
"Just because you can't see me, doesn't mean I don't want to see you. You see Kasumi, even though I wear that blindfold all the time doesn't mean I don't like to look, and right now I just want to see you completely. Forgive me, please, for not asking your permission... But I really want to look."
She doesn't answer, she doesn't struggle against her bonds either, she just waits for what her sensei's next lesson will be.
He straightens up on the bed, straddling Kasumi's petite body and remains there seated and pleased with himself as he religiously watches the movement of the girl's chest on which he sits. He records in his memory the shape and color of her nipples, her perfect tits, round and firm, bigger than he expected. Or maybe it's that they look bigger because of her small chest.
He wraps both hands around her waist and feels under his touch the way she contracts as she feels a shiver run through her body like an electric current. He runs both thumbs down the sides of her navel and then up to touch both her breasts. They both moan, his hunger increases and his cock pulses with anxiety that he must calm if he is to fulfill the ominous promise of watching her completely.
Satoru leans in, her breasts clutched tightly and sticks out his tongue to slowly savor the tip of one of her swollen nipples. She arches her back as he sucks and bites and moans softly until he makes her feel the vibration under his throat. A hoarse sound escapes his lips as he feels Kasumi's impatient hips moving beneath him, but she is completely immobilized. There is nothing she can do but feel Satoru's tongue nibbling at her tits, touching her and squeezing her hard until her skin is completely flushed.
There is little or no self-control left in Satoru's body, so he sits back up. He wipes his wet lips with his right hand and looks at her again for a moment before settling back down. He moves with his knees on the bed like an animal and takes Kasumi's legs that struggle to remain closed, not because she doesn't want him to fuck her, her face says it all, it's nothing more than mere embarrassment that forces her to bring her knees together.
He takes her legs after a slight struggle and arranges them on his thighs and shamelessly fulfills his promise. He is not only satisfied with looking between her legs, her sex dripping with arousal, throbbing as it begs to be fucked. Satoru takes his dick in his own hand and directs it to the spot that pulses waves of heat to the rest of Kasumi's body and she moans at the feel of it, as wet as she is herself.
Excited, he looks up as he strokes the folds of her wet sex with his own as he masturbates her until she writhes and twitches beneath him.
When self-control completely leaves his body he sees himself pushing the hard, firm head against the hot little space that eagerly awaits him. But she blurts out a word he can't quite make out and stops.
"Are you..." she begins, "are you using protection?"
He smiles.
"No, I had a vasectomy a few years ago. I'm sorry, I didn't bring anything with me..." he confesses in a defeated tone and waits patiently for an answer.
"It's okay..." she says to his relief. "But... could you... kiss me first?" she pleads in a tone that twists Satoru's chest.
"I'm sorry..." he says with a smile and an almost tender expression. "I'm so sorry, Kasumi," he whispers as he rests his hands on the mattress and stands over her, "I really have been the rudest man you've ever encountered, haven't I? I haven't even had the gentleness to kiss you before I fucked you. You're so good, you deserve my best tonight."
Satoru takes Kasumi's face again dragging her to his and lays a first kiss, tender and soft, almost unnatural for Satoru. But he doesn't waste much more time and kisses her desperately, kisses her hard as a hoarse moan leaves his throat to get lost inside Kasumi's soft lips. She reciprocates and plunges her tongue with his impatient one, he kisses her until her lips swell and leave her breathless and then he does it again until he sticks his chest to hers. He doesn't neglect the movement of his hips on her and raises a hand to grab one of her legs as he blindly searches for the precise spot where he should sink. Sliding his cock over Kasumi's wetness until he finds it. He thrusts carefully, attentive to the moans and almost unable to contain the urge to put it all the way in, deep inside.
Kasumi receives him with no hesitation. A moan comes from both of them in unison, one after the other as he works his way into Kasumi's warm, tender flesh. So wet and tight he slides smoothly all the way in, until they come together completely.
Satoru lets out a dark, husky moan over the arch of Kasumi's shoulder as he touches the end of her insides. Pleased to hear the way she lets out sighs of pleasure from her mouth, though he seems to have squeezed the air out of her in a single thrust.
Once inside he smiles to himself. He rests both hands on the mattress again and fucks her mercilessly. He doesn't waste a second, no questions or doubts. He has nothing more to say but to thrust harder and harder as if he were trying to penetrate her small body completely.
For moments he closes his eyes just to concentrate his senses on the feeling of his body soaking into her. She is so wet that he wants to say it out loud, to announce to her that he knows how much he turns her on. But he says nothing, for he is sure the feeling is mutual. He is so hard that he senses this one encounter will not be enough to satiate his hunger.
Kasumi, bent of will, lies moaning on the mattress. She doesn't object when Satoru sits up and grabs her legs to change position. Suddenly she purses her lips, trying desperately not to make too much noise for anyone to raise a complaint. It would be so embarrassing that she couldn't bear it, but it's really hard to do so when Gojo Satoru thrusts between her legs so skillfully that it leaves her completely devoid of mental activity.
Satoru thrusts, fucking her in and out so fast she doesn't even have time to breathe, sometimes so hard that he pulls all the air out of her lungs in a single thrust.
The bed cries, the creaks of the old wood beg for mercy as does Kasumi, but, like her, Satoru ignores them completely absorbed in the gripping sensation of this girl's hot, dripping pussy.
He's breathing hard too, he could train for a full week without rest, but sex is something else. His heart is pumping hard, drumming furiously under his chest while his eyes are glued to the way Kasumi's body jerks beneath him. Attentive to her flushed cheeks and her skin perspiring copiously. Kasumi's whole body has turned pink, hot and dewy and he holds on tightly to her legs to thrust hard in order to eventually hear her moan his name or beg him to stop, which he doubts he has the willpower to be able to do.
Suddenly Kasumi feels Gojo's hands taking one of her legs and then her hips to flip her over in a single, quick and precise movement, leaving her face down still with her wrists tied with her own tie. Satoru's long, thick fingers take her by the hips and lift her up, leaving her resting on her knees, her chest on the mattress.
She has no time to feel any shame at the way he has exposed her as a sudden, unexpected touch caresses her sex. Satoru's tongue wanders indiscreetly across her sex as he plays with his thumb over her swollen, throbbing clit, her body drips profusely and she hides her face on the pillow, trying to hide the rawest moans that have come from her body in her entire life. She has no strength to refuse as Satoru's hot tongue runs all over her and his thumb moves quickly and carefully over her sex. There is nothing to do now that Satoru has decided to taste even her most intimate flavor. He grabs her suddenly with both hands, both of them stretching their long fingers across the reddened skin of her ass, having found the exact spot where Kasumi will completely lose what little decorum she had left.
Kasumi sinks her face hard into the pillow, writhing, moaning with her face hidden, gasping with each labored breath. Her fingers pale from the pressure she exerts on the fabric, squeezing the pillow, surrendered, Satoru doesn't plan to stop until she's done.
His wet tongue flicks over her clit, his nose pushes against her sex and he moans as he presses his fingers against Kasumi's ass until he feels her tremble. Her toes feel the current running through her after her first orgasm of the night and she falls sprawled out on the bed like a rag doll.
As she tries to catch her breath, Satoru wipes his face and chin completely pleased with himself. Making a woman come with oral sex is quite a difficult thing, all women are different, but he knows well that it is a matter of patience and finding the right rhythm.
As Miwa struggles to normalize her breathing, he tilts his face and stares at her firm round ass, worthy of a woman who has spent the last ten years training. He bites his lips as he squeezes her ass again with both hands. With his knees he spreads her languid legs apart and as he does so, he notices a slight movement. Kasumi lifts her embarrassed face from the pillow and although she can't see him she directs her face to him.
The deplorable image of Kasumi, with tangled hair and reddened face gives him some satisfaction. Completely ruining her seems to have become his main goal and with that idea in mind he diverts his gaze to her ass again.
A mischievous smile tugs at his lips as he lies back down on top of her. Their wet bodies mold together and she still gasping turns to him, as if watching him over her shoulder.
"Have you tried it like this?" he whispers softly, as if trying to sweeten his words as he pushes his cock against Kasumi's ass.
She suddenly trembles and he takes this moment to slide his right hand across her waist to her cunt. Her clit still swollen, throbbing hard. Satoru doesn't wait for an answer and touches her again as he thrusts to own her ass in one night.
Kasumi surprisingly doesn't protest, she is so wet from Satoru's saliva that she feels no pain as he slowly pushes his boner through the tight flesh of her ass. When he reaches the halfway point she suddenly lets out a moan of pain but he offers her quick comfort. With one hand he presses one of her nipples, with the other he caresses the exact spot where her sex will make her explode inside. He pulls her close and kisses her to cover her moans, his tongue boldly intertwining with her hungry one as he thrusts again and again until she seems to enjoy it.
The moans change their tone, she drops relaxed on the bed as he rides her tight ass. The wet clapping of her butt cheeks is heard in the room along with the insistent clattering of the wood of the bed and the floor. The legs of the bed drag struggling to hold together in one piece.
Satoru's brow furrows, he sighs hot air copiously over Miwa's back as he fucks her hard. He holds on tightly to the sheets and gets a glimpse of Miwa's round ass cheeks receiving him fully until he can't hold on a second longer.
The rawest moan leaves Satoru's throat. The huskiest of all, lost on the skin of Miwa's back. His forehead falls surrendered over her, one hand holding Kasumi's hip as he finishes inside her small ass. He gasps, smiles to himself and breathes to catch his breath.
"I'm sorry..." he says in a sigh as he slowly rises back up on the bed.
His chest drips sweat from every inch helping him regulate his temperature. He feels the air in the room as if it were icy cold, swallows saliva and gently caresses Kasumi's body before leaving her as gently as possible. He feels so grateful for her cooperation at this moment that he takes his own T-shirt to wipe off the cum that has been smeared on Miwa's pink skin, even though she looks most embarrassed by this gesture.
Carefully, he stretches out on the bed and unties Kasumi's restraints, tosses the tie carelessly next to the bed and watches her as she rolls over on the small mattress.
"It's your turn," he tells her, to her surprise this isn't over yet. "I told you we had a couple of hours," he adds as he sees her eyebrows rising under her uneven bangs.
He carefully rests one shoulder against the mattress as she sits up, exchanging places. Kasumi's soft hands rest on his chest, his rock-hard abs under her fingertips. Kasumi hesitates for the first time in what seems like forever, until she feels behind her, coaxing against her butt cheeks, Gojo's dick pulsing again.
'Tireless,' she thinks to herself, surprised. Then she dismisses that thought by reminding herself who she is dealing with. A normal man would have to wait at least a couple of minutes, but Gojo can't waste a second.
Kasumi looks shy again, hesitating her every move as if she's going to be judged for it. Satoru can sense how negative thoughts invade her mind and raises his hands to caress her breasts in order to distract her from her own insecurity.
"I like your body," he says softly in a purr. I've seen it all... You're beautiful," he adds, rising up on his elbows and stretching his tongue out to touch one of her nipples. He uses both hands to touch the curve of her ass again and moves up to her back as he sucks on her tits, one at a time. He nibbles gently awakening from post-orgasm lethargy and catches the tip of her nipple between his teeth.
He wishes he could remove her blindfold and fully see her expression as he licks her tits, while dragging his nails, impatiently down her back, but he knows he would end up ruining his experiment and ends up smiling to himself and lies back on the bed. He leaves both hands behind his head and watches her pretending patience.
"Your turn."
She receives this instruction and after a slight deliberation seems to have taken it seriously. He watches her with the most amused gesture as she blindly settles herself on top of him and touches his cock with some hesitation until she settles it in the exact spot.
Satoru stifles a grunt as she wiggles her hips to get him all the way in. Kasumi moans softly feeling him pulsing inside her. She rests both hands on Satoru's chest and begins a slower but more precise thrust.
Satoru's smug look disappears after a few seconds, each thrust from Kasumi seems deeper than the last, it feels hot and wet, in fact she is completely soaked with saliva, semen and her own fluids. She slides hard to fall again and again on his pelvis until she brings him to the edge again. Satoru stretches out his hands and takes hold of Kasumi's hips. He stretches his neck on the pillow and lets his face fall as he moans to the accelerated rhythm she sets. He presses the skin under his fingers, bites his lips and squeezes between his brows listening to her moan softly to him.
He's not sure if she's fucking him so hard to return the favor or if this is the way she likes to be fucked, but she's certainly driving him into unconsciousness and he doesn't plan on coming so fast in their second round.
"W-wait..." he pleads without enough strength to reach Kasumi's ears.
She persists in her rhythm, maybe it's the sway of her hips, how wet she is or the force with which she moves on top of him, but Satoru doesn't have the willpower to stop her when he feels like his cock is going to explode at any moment.
Suddenly Satoru stands up and embraces Kasumi's naked body. His muscles completely contracted in every part of his body. His toes wriggling as he fills Kasumi with his cum once again.
He breathes deeply on her bare chest, again and again until the last drop comes out and is lost inside her. He lifts his face and meets hers, barely surprised by Satoru's outburst. In his defense he tried to stop her, not with the necessary conviction, but he did.
He decides to rest his face between Kasumi's bare tits and, with some hesitation and gentleness she embraces him as he catches his breath. For the first time she gives herself a minute to caress the white skin of his back, smooth, as if he was born among silk. Of course, the most attractive man in the world would have to feel this soft.
Now, not so embarrassed, she relaxes as she feels Satoru's hands touching her lower back, his defeated arms draped over Kasumi's snowy legs.
A small moan escapes Kasumi's lips. Satoru arches an eyebrow, his smug, cocky smile once again taking possession of his face. A second groan lets itself be heard and he looks up to watch her expression carefully.
"Did you think that was it? You underestimate me, Kasumi. I could keep fucking you until sunrise, but we have a flight to catch in a few hours."
At her incredulous expression, Satoru drags her onto the bed with him, secures her with his arms around her waist and lifts up his knees.
Kasumi feels him growing inside her again, hard as a rock, throbbing tirelessly. But she can't keep up with him, her flushed sex, her still swollen clit begging for a pause to recover.
Annoyed by his own blindfold, Satoru takes the dark cloth from Kasumi's face meets her shocked eyes. She watches him abashed, wide-eyed as he thrusts from below again and again with a different intensity.
She doesn't have a moment to recover, she watches him with her lips half-open until she loses consciousness. She's tired and wasted, but she can't deny that each stroke feels better than the last.
Satoru's impatient fingers tangle in her hair, pinning her face and dragging it to his to kiss her again and swallow all of Kasumi's rawest moans.
The feel of her tits pressing against his chest turns him on and makes him an animal who bases his behavior on instinct.
He turns Kasumi over on the bed, lifts one of her legs with one hand while with the other he chokes her to continue fucking her harder and harder. Kasumi's moans no longer make sense, her gaze is completely lost while his is absorbed in her face and her expressions of pleasure.
Morning light streams through the window as Satoru swings both of Miwa's legs over his shoulders and continues his back and forth, completely oblivious to the fact that the bed is about to fall apart.
She lies there, with round red marks adorning her tits, ass and abdomen. Scratch marks on her back and legs and a few spankings. But she's still there, struggling to keep up with him after three orgasms.
Satoru ejaculated inside her at least five times and might have done it a sixth time when Kasumi's alarm clock starts ringing. The cell phone vibrates on the nightstand but it doesn't distract him, he continues to fuck her after setting the alarm twice.
"I think we should stop," Kasumi pleads.
Completely stripped of her shame, she looks at him with tired eyes. She is no longer even able to remember that she's naked and that Gojo Satoru is the one looking at her. The same man who penetrated everything about her and licked every nook and cranny. Now she can look him in the eyes, without looking away, as if she has finally broken a spell.
She can't stop him from following her into the shower and fucking her there for ten more minutes, letting her come out feeling dirtier than she went in.
The modesty seems to return to her as she searches naked for her underwear between the sheets and under the bed, but Satoru is only touched by this. How can she possibly be embarrassed after all they did together? It's hilarious.
Once dressed, Satoru gives Miwa a few seconds in the room in case Tetsuo has woken up and sees them leaving the noisiest room in the entire inn together. He shamelessly walks to the front desk with both hands over his pockets and hands the landlady a check with the express intention of making no mention to anyone that he has shared a room with Miwa Kasumi, along with extra in case the bed has a short lifespan after the previous night's chores.
Once in the small family dining room of the inn, Kasumi seems to avoid him, and does so with the help of Tatsuo, who doesn't know how to explain to her that he will never drink so much again.
It's as if nothing has happened, just as he promised her.
They seem to be at the airport in no more than the blink of an eye. Tatsuo steps forward to deliver their bags and leaves them behind for a moment.
It's a little hard for Gojo to admit that he would like to see her again, he has long since decided not to get too close to anyone, but if he could spend one more night like last night maybe he would be willing to break his rule and see her once more.
Satoru takes his cell phone out of his pocket and glances at it, she's distracted and stretches her neck watching the airport screens and the arrival of the planes.
"Hey, could you give me your..." says Satoru feigning a sort of casualness.
Kasumi doesn't answer him, picks up her cell phone and answers a call with some urgency. Then she looks at him and smiles politely.
"It's my brother," she whispers and turns around. "Yes, my flight is about to arrive. I'll be home in an hour, did he do his homework? What did you have for dinner? Oh, you should have cooked. Today we'll go shopping at the store, prepare the list."
Tatsuo, at the boarding gate signals Miwa and she nods, turns to Satoru and bows cordially goodbye without neglecting her cell phone.
Satoru watches her leave behind the boarding gate and then glances at his cell phone with some disappointment. He smiles and reads Kasumi's name on the screen, about to save her number. He puts the cell phone in his pocket and sighs.
"Maybe another time."
Hello everyone! I hope you enjoyed the last chapter and that your imagination is running wild wondering what could have happened next. I wanted to write something short and without much backstory. Anyway, if you liked it, leave me a comment, it would make me very happy!