Melissa couldn't wait any longer as she waited her turn to enter the private stall at the end of the hallway. What was usually the utility closet for the Support Department during school hours turned into a quaint and cozy speakeasy after hours. Speakeasy was a safe word only certain individuals knew. The kind of individuals who had the funds and the sense to keep things mum in case of prying ears.
"I'm at my limit." The blonde gaijin said to herself. What was taking so long? Hatsume told her that he would be finished at seven and it was half past the appointed hour. Granted, word through the grapevine that an interaction with him felt like heaven, thus why it took Melissa a few weeks to save her pocket money just for the deposit alone.
As she reconsidered her options, the door opened.
Hatsume stepped outside with a sly grin on her face. Counting the money she recently obtained from her previous investor, she exhaled deeply. The look showed as if she was the one putting work in him but she was just the proprietor of this operation. Just flicking the cash and flaunting only acknowledged that she ran things, she was in control, and at the flick of a switch, she could easily deny those who feel impatient. All the reasons why Melissa knew better than to complain.
"Izuku was definitely a wicked kind of spice. When's the next opportunity I can get him again." A tall raven-haired woman with a large bow spoke —a girl that Melissa didn't recognize. As she walked out, looking apparently refreshed. "I'm only in town for the next couple of days before heading back home. I must assist my father in his chieftain affairs."
Hatsume adjusted her goggles. "Deku has a busy schedule and to be frankly honest…not for a while."
"What if I offer the finest rapier wasp jam? Could go great with your 'babies.'"
"Throw in the autographed copy of Love Ninja and I can pencil you in tomorrow night."
The neko teen gave a worried glance but decided to give in. "Fine." She shook hands with the goggle-wearing gadget maker and departed for the night. Mei pocketed the money and then approached the teen.
"Melissa." She looked at her watch. "Right on time."
The blonde bowed. "Yes."
"You're the last call of the night." She whistled. "Deku had a full schedule and would need some proper rest. To be frankly honest, the girls tonight left him in quite a sticky mess."
Melissa shook her head in disagreement. "No, no. I need this. I've waited long enough and it doesn't matter how he looks."
She knew the stories. Girls all through the land wanted a taste of him. As if he was the rarest item and everyone would take advantage of the limited offer. The latter considering that it was his senior year. Hero agencies were constantly running through the school like a subway, picking any prospective heroes to join them. With that being said, getting a taste of him was now or never. And no way she was going to miss this opportunity.
As it wasn't long before she, too, would solidify her relationship with her boyfriend. A young boy she met at school. Bright kid, nice guy, planning to attend a prestigious science and math university in America. He came from money and considering the circumstances surrounding her father's situation with the police, financial security was a must.
In the eyes of Melissa, this would be a farewell to debauchery, or lack thereof. She wasn't sure visiting strip clubs, host clubs, and jerking off to various live sex chats counted.
After all, she was still a virgin.
At least with her penis.
"Suit yourself." Hatsume said, chuckling. "Because I didn't get a chance to clean, how about a discount?" She reached into her pocket and pulled a condom. "In case you wouldn't want to share another woman's cream." She giggled.
The gaijin denied. All the more reason for easier entry into his ass, she thought. Wouldn't be the first time she witnessed encounters of gangbangs involving women like her and men.
She withheld from masturbating for a week, craving for the release of that build up she wanted to do to him. Just the thought of cramming a week's worth of spunk into his womb titillated her. If only she could get the boy pregnant. With science progressing nowadays, it wouldn't hurt to try.
"You've an hour," said the gadget maker. "Room is padded, noise-free, so holler as much as you want. Well…more so of him, tee-hee. Anyway…" She handed her the keys to the closet. "Lock up before you leave and toss the keys back to Power Loader's desk. No need for him to come after me."
Mei delivered her a peace sign before heading out for the night. She whistled a tune that sounded similar to the nurse that was humming from the movie, Kill Bill!
The blonde entered the closet and quickly closed the door. The lights were already on and not even a few seconds inside, the scent of old watered chestnuts and mackerel filled the room.
There he was — a rope hanging from the ceiling adorning his hands. His body swung and swayed in a back and forth motion. His nakedness was compensated with permanent marker, petroleum jelly, and without a doubt — cum!
"She wasn't lying when she said he had a full day." Melissa said as she noticed the amount of cum spouting out of his ass, creating a trail down to his leg and onto the floor.
Groans and murmurs were coming from him. Beads of sweat dripped and pitter-pattered onto the floor. His skin was a ghostly white color with the exception of reddened palm prints from the girls who coated his body, if not coveted his body.
As much as she wanted to feel sorry for him, she didn't. There was a boyfriend waiting for her as soon as she got off from work. She chuckled, to think this naive man who could become her husband was thinking that she was spending after hours performing research. Why wouldn't he believe her? They were lovers. They were to trust each other.
Instead of test tubes and pestles and mortars, her rod in between her skirts were hardening like a pestle — nothing more than to grind into Izuku's mortar.
"Wakey, wakey." Melissa said in a not-so-sincere voice.
Izuku lifted his head. It felt heavy, as if an anvil was pressed against his neck. His voice cracked when he recognized the voice. "M-m-melissa?"
She slowly approached him, took her time to get a great look at him — a huge sloppy mess. It did nothing more than excite the kink in her. "Jesus, did that neko girl did a number. What ruffled her litter box."
Labored breathing came out of his mouth. Did…did he get excited, she thought.
"So that kitten did make you purr." Melissa chuckled as she stepped in front of him. She took hold of his chin. "A rabbit like you took all the cream from your precious kitten?"
"..." He couldn't answer. Why would he? Even if he came with a rebuttal, he was quite discerning of the consequences.
"Yeah, yeah. Quiet and docile." Melissa said, tightening her grip and licking chin. "That's what I like in a man. No, no…a boy! Because a man wouldn't allow a woman to do such things."
There was an amused glint in her eyes. Tearing down a boy who did nothing to deserve it. Nevertheless, none of her concern. He had what she craved and he was offering nothing in return. There wouldn't be commitments, falling in love, and saving him. He was already damaged goods. This was nothing more than a stress reliever. And since her boyfriend wouldn't be the type to engage in these kinds of lascivious activities, she needed to find her release elsewhere.
Her pink tongue slipped and placed a kiss with his. Their eyes were closed as she gathered a taste. The taste of his breath, which was probably filled with his own juices, sperm, and pussy juices that has probably fermented inside for quite some time. Even when grabbing his cheeks, she felt the stickiness. The girls before her really pulled a number on him.
And boy, did it turn her on.
Izuku groaned, desperately trying to control his erection. Another faceless girl. Another girl to soothe an appetite that can never be filled. It would never be enough. He wanted to decline, telling her to go away. Do this to the person they love and not lusted. Lies, all lies! However, it was human nature for a man to breed, no matter how the circumstances were weathered.
Especially when a much lower part of his body was vehemently disagreeing.
"Did they have you hanging like this all day? Like a piece of meat?"
Melissa scanned the area in search of a boxcutter or a pair of scissors. She walked over to a nearby desk and saw a toolbox. She opened it and saw a serrated knife. She grabbed it and used it to unhinged the ropes.
He immediately slumped over and dropped to the ground. His wrists were red and he felt the tension of hanging like this all day.
"Mmm…does it feel good to not be like that anymore?" Melissa smiled. "Kinda know how women have endured situations like these for many centuries." The response wasn't sympathetic as it was a statement of facts.
Izuku was too tired to respond. He just wanted to sit down. He just needed a minute to rest. Would it even hurt to get him a glass of water?
"Who told you that you were on break," she asked him sternly. "Just because I let you go doesn't mean your job is finished. A job isn't done until the job is done. After all, what about my needs?"
The blonde gaijin removed her glasses, showcasing her sparkling deep sea eyes. She took pride in her looks as she slowly disrobed her outfit. One-by-one unbuttoning her blouse and dropping it to the floor. She licked her lips, getting aroused by the exciting as she continued shedding her clothing. It didn't take long for her stiffened dick to protrude through her stockings as she was now in her bra and panties.
Izuku's eyes widened as his gaze dropped to her cock.
"Why look surprised. Should be all familiar to you." She laughed again. She removed the thin, cheap fabric that separated her cock from Izuku's mouth. "Ah! Much better."
She felt she could breathe as her stuffy cock was met with the cool air. "I've been waiting for this moment to partake with this exquisite body of yours. Word about you traveling the realms of discord. Young fillies such as ourselves with uniqueness dangling between our legs who wanted to sate our needs with a pussy such as yours."
Izuku's eyes followed the dangling of her cock, dripping and pulsating her precum out of its spout. It looked at him like a feral creature, but a creature who wanted to surround, corner, and breed. This didn't go without notice from the gaijin.
"They say no matter how much you 'protest,' the eyes don't lie." She chuckled, inching closer and closer to him. "You got what I want and I got what you need. So, why lie and say that is nothing more than a 'transaction.' Please! I don't even think you get a single penny from this. I think the reward is the possibility of girls impregnating you."
His resistance crumbled like an ice cube left in the sun, making her ruby red lips spread into a wide smile as she saw his shoulders slump.
"Let's proceed, shall we? Come now, open those pretty lips." On cue, his mouth parted like Moses parted the Red Sea. But instead of a staff, it was Melissa's cock that spread his mouth. Smeared precum embedded onto his tongue, his wettest muscle accommodating her shaft as she pressed further and further, inch by inch.
The victorious expression on her face indicated happiness. A cocksleeve fit for a queen. Stories she heard through murmurs and whispers in the locker room or in front of the water cooler at the lab. Or the comments she has read through 4-chan and reddit. No wonder there were reservations for weeks and months on end. His mouth alone was enough to make her erupt.
Tears stained his cheeks. His mouth forced yet again itself to accommodate her thick rod. As if his previous suitor was nothing more than foreplay. At least she played her role as being sweet.
He frowned at the musky taste, trying to adjust his tongue, but that only served to make her groan in appreciation. The pungent odor that filled his nostrils. No matter how much he wanted to resist, his brain only alerted itself to adjust to the tingling sensations that radiated in his own cock.
She was growing impatient. As if this was a tryout or playing a game of scrimmage. She paid Hatsume for an experience and she was taking sheer advantage of it. She cupped his cheeks and pushed his face toward her shaft.
Choking noises filled the snugged tin box. He protested, drool was pushing itself out of his mouth and dripping down to his tender flesh. Fluids of her cock created a river down his throat and her balls containing her precious milk were set for its release.
He placed his hands on her smooth thighs, trying to fight against her, but found himself completely powerless against the strength of her hands. The previous bouts of slamming hips, pelvis bouncing, dick teasing, hickies, whips, tails end, you name it, he did it. Brain was filled to the brim of exhaustion and the autopilot was getting set into surrender mode. What little will he did have left was displayed when he dug into her skin with his nails.
"Hmm…" She giggled, feeling the intensity of pain that came with the pleasure of debauchery. "Getting a little 'rough,' I like that in a man. But we can't have that in a boy now, can we?"
His throat was now crammed as her phallus met his uvula and into the esophagus. Feeling like it was a pocketpussy, she was hot to trot and was set to release her inhibitions. "Hmm…that's it. Light my fire, Deku baby."
She quickly developed a rhythm, flicking her wand back and forth, making him continuously deepthroat her with wet slurping and choking sounds, drool slipping down his chin as she practically used him as an onahole. "Your mouthpussy is sucking me so greedily. You like it that much?!"
Smacking noises made her hips thrusts filled the room. She wanted this, she needed this. This was the pocketpussy of her dreams. Her boyfriend wouldn't allow this to happen to him. A dick was made for a pussy he said to her. He accepted the fact that her dick was nothing more than mere decoration, an extra tool due to an abnormal hormone. Even when they engaged in sex, he wouldn't touch it, let alone get near it. As if by touching it, he might like it.
"Take it, Deku! Take it, Deku! Take it, Deku! No need to beg for it so much. I know you want this." Melissa could be her true self in this room. This "abnormality," this "decoration" was her dick, her dick. So why should she be ashamed of something that she didn't ask for? Well, screw him. And as for Deku, it was a pleasure to definitely screw him.
"There! Savor it properly!" Melissa's pace suddenly became even faster. This was it — the build up! Grabbing a chunk of his messy, semen-soaked, unkempt hair, she clenched her ass and up the pace as she knew that great load was upon them.
"Here it comes, Deku baby. About to coat this mouth with some yummy milk."
Izuku could feel her thick seed travel through her long shaft before exploding down his throat. Melissa let out a loud, relieved sigh as the build up came to close. Her dick continued spurting more and more of her spunk, filling his mouth to the brim.
"Don't be rude. Swallow my precious milk," she said to him. "It was made especially for you."
Over and over her cock twitched, depositing one load of thick sperm after another, being spurred on by Izuku's frantic swallowing as he tried to get some air again.
The blonde gaijin finally released her grip from his hair and Izuku dropped to the floor. As he coughed, trinkets of her sperm came out. The muscles in his throat and jaw were aching as he crawled to the nearby chair, having to grasp the desk to get back on his feet. Never had simply being able to breathe freely felt this good.
"Aren't you such an awesome wonder to make me feel good," she murmured. "Good boy, Deku. It's definitely worth the wait."
He wasn't looking at her but he could feel her staring at him. Melissa knew that Hatsume kept a bin that supplied towels. Once reaching for it and wiping the remnants of her spunk with it, she made her way back to Izuku.
"For all it is worth, you have talent. Certainly made my day tonight." Melissa approached him and hugged him, pressing her cock against his stomach. He wasn't even surprised anymore that it was hardening again, her stamina was simply incredible.
"A pity. To think you could be someone's girlfriend but instead you're nothing more than a mere dutch doll." She clicked her tongue, nibbling his ear and stroking his hair. "If I felt if you were more worthy than this, I would say let's get parfaits after this. But alas, I wouldn't think my boyfriend would approve or even know of my lifestyle choices."
She kissed his forehead and then patted his head. "Good boy. Now stand up for me and show me that ass."
Obeying her command, he stood up. Her eyes roamed his body and he shivered when she ran her hands down his chest before grabbing his narrow waist. Her soft hands slipped behind him, grabbing his ass, giving it a nice, supple squeeze.
"Turn around and place your hands on the table."
He did as he was told. He shivered in anticipation, expecting the inevitable.
"It's widening up so indecently. Just knowing the desire to commit carnal acts is deeply etched into your body, Deku." She said to him, using her fingers to spread into his asspussy. He groaned as she worked her fingers in. Although accustomed to the many hands before her, it still didn't get easier as each cock and each thrust were extremely different.
"Your greedy pussy is hungrily accepting my fingers. God, what a naughty little slut!" She giggled. "You want me to put it in already? Can't wait anymore?" She too couldn't wait anymore. Knowing she was this close to graduate from her virginity, it was making her nervous. Rightfully so as she was giving it up to a boy that wasn't her boyfriend.
"Well then. This white girl is gonna shove her thick American cock into an Asian twink's tight pussy," she said with a grin as she inserted her rod into his greased, tight rubberband.
He hissed by the contact. She immediately grabbed him as his body was slumping. She took the opportunity to thrust deeper into his ass and positioned his body against the desk.
"This is what it feels to fuck someone." No wonder man did what they did to exhibit their power. This primal tool was a tried and true method for control. His cries and moans meant nothing to the teen. She felt his folds clenching around her cock. He was practically begging for it and then, instinct took over.
"Holy Esdeath does this pussy feel so good," she cried. "This is what fucking a boy like you can do. No, wait. A girl. No, girls would know how to have a sense of pride. You're just nothing more than a boy maiden. A boy maiden made for women like us to be a cumdump."
"..."
"Just admit it. Look at yourself. No self-righteous person would allow themselves to be treated like this," she said as she continued thrusting him. "You have tits like a boy maiden. Even your dick is girly. No one would want to date you. You're just nothing more than a fleshy onahole. That there is your greatest talent. Embrace it, slut!"
Izuku didn't respond as his grunts and moans were compensation. Melissa didn't want to stop, she wouldn't stop. Her pace increased even further, leaving him a whimpering mess before she hilted herself, not a single inch of her shaft remaining visible as it was all buried in his clenching anus. If her dick could come out of his mouth, she would. She thrust as hard as she could and for long as she could.
"Oh, I can't wait to tell the others about you. So many onee-chan's are going to train you to become nothing more than a perverted dutch doll," she said to him as she bit into his ear. "Your only mission in life is to go into heat just from the smell of our cocks."
She was getting close. She was ready to exalt all that she could muster inside of his pussy. "I'm going to cream your snatch. Please be thankful as I impregnate your womb, Deku!"
She grunted as she made one final withdrawal of her sperm into his pussy. Jetlike streams of her spunk crammed into his body. At each thrust, she spurted, emptying out all she could before the ebb and flow came in.
Melissa finally exhaled loudly as the stream ended, laughing softly as her hand found his protruding stomach.
She chuckled as she saw him drop back from the desk and onto the floor. Cream pulsated out of his ass and created a tiny river onto the floor. The deed was done. The temptation was finished. She took a breath knowing any thoughts she could have expelled on her boyfriend would be for naught.
"Thanks for tonight, Deku. You were certainly a blast." She stretched her arms and went back to where she left her clothes. She pulled out a few bills and dropped them on the floor. "You deserve this tip because you certainly made my tip feel good." She clicked her tongue and then reached over to grab the keys. "Hatsume wants you to lock up. Could you be a doll and get that for me, please? As if you don't have anyone to go home to anyway." She delivered him a peace sign. "Ta-ta! Good night!"
The naked Deku was again alone. Left with the loads of spunk and juices and the few slips of 10000 in yen notes. He crawled and grasped the money. He managed to stand as he staggered to the door. He paced himself as he had a bit of a trek to climb.
He knew there would be someone that would clean this mess in the morning as he shut off the light. And when he walked toward the hallway, he couldn't help but smile.
"The pleasure is all mine, Melissa."