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The late days of spring found a certain man sent on yet another work-related trip, arranged on short notice and leaving him unfortunately jetlagged as he landed on Japanese shores, looking so out of place amidst the people around him.
Then again, he was used to it. Not like this was the first time he'd come to Japan for work either, and he doubted it'd be the last. He walked out of the airport onto the waiting line for taxis, and tiredly looked down at his clock, bags in tow, at least relieved he'd reach his Airbnb in time before everything closed down.
Damn my boss for sending me here on such a hurry…
He'd been sent all the way to Japan for some site visits before sealing a specific contract. At least this time he figured he'd have some time to look around, since his stay was around two weeks, more than enough to do what he needed to do.
Once inside the taxi, he gave the address that was sent to his email and got out a few minutes after in front of the building, the sun finally disappearing past the horizon behind him. It was a nice, traditional building, if somewhat small, but he wasn't planning on doing anything but sleep there, so it wasn't a problem, so he headed inside.
That's when he caught his first glimpse of her. There, on the other side of the lobby behind a counter was a girl too young and cute to be the host he'd been talking with the days prior. Confused, the man approached with furrowed brows, getting a closer glimpse at the girl, who didn't look nervous in the slightest.
"Uh… hi."
"Hello, mister!"
For a short moment, he failed to move his eyes off her. She was petite, with a cute round face and rosy cheeks, a short curtain of black hair falling to her neck in a bob cut that made her look younger than she probably was. Not that she could've been older than eighteen anyway.
"My name is Mizuki," she said, extending her small hand toward him. The man took it, shaking it tentatively. "Sorry for the confusion, you must've been expecting someone else."
He nodded. "I made the arrangements with… Mr. Kirihara, yeah?"
"Mhm!" she hummed cheerily. "That's my dad, but he's not here right now." She sighed. "He had to go on a sudden work trip, and he told me he wouldn't be back 'til… next month, I think?"
The man's eyes fell wide open at that. "A whole month? And he… left you here all by yourself?"
She shrugged, almost pouting. "I'm not a little girl, you know. He even left me in charge of the hotels! Though thisismy first time being a host, so…" Her eyes fell on him, and the radiance of her smile made something stir inside him. "I'll do my best for you, mister!"
As much as he wanted to hide it, the idea of being calledmisterby a girl as cute as this made him really happy. And now he was looking closer, she wasn't as young as he'd suspected. There were some nice curves to her body underneath her uniform, which he could only see now.
"Well… it's a pleasure, Mizuki," he smiled back as politely as he could.
"It's Mizu for customers," she said playfully. "Ooor maybe just for you, mister! You're the only one here right now, so we'll have to keep each other good company."
He raised an eyebrow. It was very possible he could be reading the situation wrong, but the way she said that, the little smile she gave and the glint in her eyes… was she flirting with him? That made things… difficult. Not because he wasn't into her, but because he had a lot of work to do, and this type of distraction was ill-timed.
"I'll… do my best to behave, then," he said, laughing. "Nice to meet you, Mizu. Just let me know if you need help with anything while I'm here."
"Hey, that's my line," she said, playfully pouting. "Whatever you need, mister, just let me know! You're my only customer right now, so I'll make sure to treat you very, very well."
Oh yeah, she was definitely flirting with him. The way her eyes studied down his body then back to up to his face made it clear, not to mention the little nibbles to her lower lip.
It was very hard to keep himself on track. He was weak to this type of stuff.
Come on, get it together, he scolded himself.At least… at least not right now.
"I'll… hold you to that, then," he replied, taking the key from her hand and giving her a wink. He couldn't help himself from flirting back at least a little. "Make sure to lock up behind me, okay?"
"Sure thing, mister. Have sweet dreams!" she said, very clearly imagining herself in those dreams.
The following couple of days tested the man's willpower greatly, or more specifically Mizuki did, clearly blind to his plight and happy to talk and flirt with him as much as possible during the moments when they met downstairs, either for breakfast or lunch.
Since the two of them were alone in the building, she'd taken to invite him to eat alongside her, which he wasn't strongwilled nor rude enough to refuse. And so they ended up sharing their meals in between work, happily talking about themselves and their lives. From the outside it might have looked platonic, but deep down, the man knew. Those furtive glances Mizuki stole here and then and the double-meaning comments she made were impossible to ignore.
It started that first morning, when he walked downstairs and found her wearing a cute apron and humming to herself as she prepared breakfast. The first thought that came to him was just how adorable she looked with that apron and her uniform. The bob cut only added more charm to her already youngish cute look.
"Oh," she perked up as she saw him again, a sly smile on her face. "Good morning, mister. You hungry?"
He gave her a tired smile. "Yeah, could go for something filling 'bout now. Got a lot of work today."
"Hmm…" She turned back toward the skillet, pensive. "…See anything you'd like?"
Again with that damn tone of voice. And that shake of her hips too… there was no mistaking it at that point, and he felt like he was being mocked by some kinda higher power because to be presented with an opportunity like this, and having to choose work over it…
He shook his head, smiling and giving the girl a headpat. Her cheeks reddened.
"I'll take some of your amazing scrambled eggs," he said. "Thank you."
They sat together to eat, the time passing a lot faster when they were together. He was surprised when the door rang, and Mizuki stood up, saying she had to go to school. It dawned on him then that he should probably be leaving too. Still, he was a gentleman, so he offered to wash the dishes so she wouldn't be late.
"Ah, thank you so much mister!" Mizuki said as she grabbed her backpack. "I'll make sure to give you a biiig reward later!"
She winked, and before he could reply she opened the door and headed outside, where her older, beautiful school friend was waiting for her. She was one hell of a looker too. And apparently two years her senior, from what Mizuki had told her. She clearly kept good company; the sight was almost worth being stuck with the dishes and almost getting late to work.
Almost.
Finally the weekend arrived, however, and if anything it provided the opportunity to sleep in late for once. It was around twelve by the time he got out of bed and walked downstairs to get some breakf… no, some lunch, huh? Well, whatever. Letting out a yawn, he stumbled onto the kitchen and figured he'd make himself something to eat, but then he saw what was in front of him and froze.
"Hm? Oh, hi, mister! Good not-morning anymore!"
It was hard to stop his jaw from dropping. He blinked once to make sure he was seeing right, but no, Mizuki was there in front of him in the kitchen, wearing nothing but a close-fitting bikini. A blue-ish two-piece of all things, which showed her cute belly and thighs and left very little to the imagination as to the rest of her curves. He swallowed, unable to speak for a moment.
Right… she wouldn't have school today, huh?the working part of his brain told him.But still…
She was cooking up something in the skillet like there was nothing odd about the situation, humming to herself as usual and glancing sideways at him. That finally broke him off his trance. It was really hard to take his eyes off her wonderfully cute curves, but he somehow managed for a moment.
"Good… not-morning, like you said," he smiled, walking into the kitchen. "I must've slept a lot, huh?"
"You need your energy after working so hard," she commented. "So, what do you think, mister?"
He raised an eyebrow. "Think of…?"
She let out a giggle as though they were playing a game, and let go of the skillet to do a little twirl in front of him, once again drawing his eyes toward her body.
"My new bikini! It just shipped in, just in time for the weekend!" she said excitedly. "Summer's right 'round the corner so I figured I'd break it in a bit early. So… like what you see?"
She leaned her hip against the counter and grabbed an onigiri that had just finished cooling, giving it a playful nibble as she expected his reply. The hardest part was not coming up with the words, they were right at the tip of his tongue. The hard part was turning them into something that was acceptable to say.
"It… suits you," he chuckled, unable to stop looking at her curves. "Really well."
She flashed him a shining smile, clearly happy with the answer. "That's all I wanted to hear."
Not for a second did Mizuki stop testing the limits of his willpower. Now with the trump card of her cute bikini, she made sure to have him look while she swam and splashed around on the backyard's pool, under the guise of having him judge her form. He didn't have it in him to refuse. Not like he was doing much else, anyway, and it was as good a sight as any to admire while he ate his lunch.
Once she got bored –or just exhausted– she swam to the edge of the pool and popped herself up like one of those models he'd seen in commercials, throwing her hair back and smiling at him mischievously. From that close, it was impossible to ignore the glistening drops of water falling down her peachy skin, hugging her curves tightly, emphasizing them.
She gave him an enthusiastic wave from far away, and he returned it in kind, crossing one leg over the other in a desperate attempt to hide the tent that had started to form in his pants.
This girl is going to be the death of me, he thought.
On Sunday, as his resolve started to slip, he told Mizuki he might as well use the table downstairs at his work station, as to enjoy the sunlight filtering through the window, or so he'd claimed. In truth, while the sudden assignment was welcome, he couldn't bring himself to stay away from Mizuki for so long. A part of him had come to really enjoy their little back and forth, as much as he tried to keep himself from acting on it.
From then on, things only got worse. Mizuki now had constant access to him, and thus the freedom to tease him whenever she wanted, at least while she wasn't at school; the few hours of peace he had to himself. And as the days passed, he nervously realized that he was at his limit. He was only a hair's breath away from giving in, and from the furtive glances Mizuki gave him every time they parted ways, he figured she knew that well.
Was it any wonder he caved in less than a day after?
The week had been brutal. First with the site visits, having to saunter over to god knows where all across Japan without having the time to even sight-see, then all the assignments and paperwork to do once he came back… even the Saturday he found himself scribbling over a piece of paper, his will finally cracking. And it was all thanks to a certain giggly girl next to him.
"Hm-hmmm…"
Mizuki lay across the small couch next to where he worked, belly-up, fiddling with her phone and humming to herself. And she was wearing a bikini again. A different one from before, but no less revealing or inviting. Every once in a while, he'd catch her glancing in his direction, as though waiting for something to happen. And he couldn't say he wasn't glancing back.
Something about the way the sun filtered through the window, bathing her exposed skin and her soft-curves, still glistening with water from the pool… it might've also been that he was so tired and his defenses were down, but he couldn't take it anymore. She'd even invaded him in his dreams, appearing in increasingly raunchy fantasies he thought about every day.
Then, Mizuki spoke up. "You work too much, mister."
He glanced at her. "And what do you know about work, Mizu?" He shook his head and chuckled. "Don't think I've ever seen you touch your homework."
"Hmm… that's true, but at least I know the weekends are for relaxing…"
She looked up from her phone at him from the loveseat she was sprawled across. Their eyes met, and he felt something stir inside him, a hunger. She looked so delicious, he could just walk over and take her then and there.
"…For having fun, you know?"
Silenced by her argument, he looked back to his laptop and sighed, rubbing at his eyelids in exhaustion.
"Shouldn't you be outside playing in the pool?"
"Hehe, it's warm enough in here," she said.
His hands dropped, and once more his eyes swayed toward her body, her smile the mischievous glint in his eyes. Something snapped inside him them.
…I'm going to fuck her.
Sharply, he slammed the laptop shut and stood up from his chair, turning toward the expectant Mizu, who let out a little gasp of surprise.
"You're distracting, you know."
A proud smile formed on her lips. "You admit it then, mister! You must like what you see."
"Maybe," he sighed. "You know I got work to do, and still you…"
He could barely finish the sentence, walking over and around the loveseat, a sudden fire and hunger behind his eyes that had Mizuki biting her lip in anticipation. Setting her phone down, she got up to sit on her knees, lashes fluttering at him.
"Changing your mind?"
In response, the man grabbed the hem of his shirt and took it off in one quick motion, throwing it aside. Mizuki gasped at the sight. Her eyes were glued to his abs and pecs, to his fit body which showed just how much bigger he was than her. She parted her lips to say something, but was quickly shut up as he reached and grabbed onto her chin, tilting her head up so she was looking at him.
"I guess I can set aside a weekend for a naughty girl like you."
His hand pulled at her chin and Mizuki knew what was expected of her. Closing her eyes, she let him pull her into a sudden, soft kiss.
Their lips met tentatively at first, grazing, then kissing, softly nibbling against her lower lip. Slowly, carefully. Growing in speed and heat as he pulled her closer, their bodies pressing up against each other. Immediately the man felt how hard her nipples were against the fabric of her bikini, and Mizuki knew just by a graze that he was packing, and getting harder with each peck they shared.
Eyes closed, she reached up with one hand and caressed his cheek, loving, but with a pull that made it clear she wanted more. He obliged without question, placing one arm around her and grabbing her by the hip with sudden desire, his tongue coming out to play against her lips. Mizuki sighed and let it past her lips, moving her own tongue shyly to meet it.
"Mmmh…"
Like steam rising off a kettle, the lust that had built up throughout the week boiled inside their bodies, bubbling up to the surface as their hesitance melted away and their tongues danced against each other, now practically fighting with each other desperately. Mizuki's hand went down from his cheek to the hard muscles on his chest, nails slightly digging against it. A gesture of desperation. Of want.
The man could've laughed. If only she knew he wanted her just as much, if not more. Regardless of what happened, he was going to haveallof her.
Finally they had to pull back for air, and as their lips parted, he noticed that Mizuki looked much more out of breath than him. She mustn't have been very experienced at this. All the better for him to break her in.
From behind the loveseat, he pushed her away until she stood back from it, then he climbed up from the other side, towering over her, the shadow of his body eclipsing her completely. Mizuki looked up, eyes wide, gulping. Only then did it dawn on her what was about to happen, the fire she'd been playing with. Yet that only excited her more, body shivering and thighs rubbing together, igniting the arousal between her legs.
"I don't think you're ready for what I'm gonna do to you," the man whispered.
"W-what do you want to do to me?" she breathed out the question, heart hammering inside her chest. "M-mister…?"
His response was simple and to the point. Never breaking eye contact, he unclasped his belt and pulled his pants down alongside his underwear in one quick motion. Mizuki's eyes moved swiftly down toward his crotch as his clothes hit the floor. If her eyes had been wide before, now they looked like saucers as the reality of her current situation hit her like a hammer, all because of the monster in front of her. She let out a choked noise of fear and excitement, jaw dropping.
Huge, thick and throbbing, his cock bounced up and down so close to her face she could almost smell it, and could perfectly see the bead of precum dropping from the tip, so inviting it made her lick her lips in anticipation. But she couldn't move at first, too overwhelmed. Her whole face and neck were red from embarrassment and lust.
Smiling at the sight, the man reached with his hand and gripped his shaft, jerking the skin up and down so the precum dropped down in front of her, glistening, and his balls tightened with anticipation. The monster hovered before her, so thick there was no way she could take it. And still…
"I'm going to fuck you," he finally answered the question, as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Isn't that what you wanted, you little tease?"
Confident and flirty as she'd been before, Mizuki now resembled what she actually was; a young high school kid way in over her head, staring silently at the member in front of her and unsure of what to do. It was very possible this was the first time she'd seen a cock, at least one this size. The thought, alongside her wonderfully cute expression, made him want her even more, shaft twitching hard enough to make her jump.
Realizing he'd have to take the reins here, he climbed over the loveseat and sat down in front of the flustered Mizuki, looking relaxed as he waited for her, a cocky smile on his face, rigid cock in hand. He stroked himself slowly, invitingly, and it made Mizuki's heart jump with a bunch of conflicted emotions.
"Well?" he asked. "I asked you a question. Isn't this cock what you were after all this time?"
Those words finally broke her out of her trance, and she looked up at him with flushed cheeks. It was night and day with how different she was now. Meekly, she gave him a nod and shuffled a couple inches closer, almost afraid. The man grinned, spreading his legs wider, giving her enough space to scoot in between them.
"Then suck it."
Mizuki's body obeyed almost instinctually, her legs going weak from his command and from the searing heat inside her belly. She dropped to her knees, gulping, placing her hand on top of his knees. Scuttling closer, she hovered her mouth over the glistening tip of his cock, one of her hands slowly moving down the man's knees onto his crotch, until she finally got into position and wrapped her thin fingers around the base. Her touch was gentle at first, almost fearful.
The man simply sat there and enjoyed the show, not ordering her to do anything, curious as to how she'd do by herself. And Mizuki tried her best, as out of her element as she was. Her grip on the cock tightened as she started stroking him, carefully enough not to hurt him, constantly glancing up to make sure she was doing it right. He replied with a pleasured sigh, leaning his head back and closing his eyes.
A tiny smile forming on her lips, Mizuki felt herself emboldened, and started moving her hand faster back and forth, enraptured by the way it felt in her hand, by the way it moved and twitched. A hot, throbbing rod of meat she would soon be taking… taking inside…
"I-it's so big…"
Those words were like music to his ears. He smiled and thrust his hips once, earning a surprised yelp from her. Mizuki froze at first, realizing what she wanted. She swallowed, then slowly moved her face closer, taking in the smell of his cock and feeling herself dizzy with sheer lust, her panties completely soaked by now with anticipation. One hand pointing the tip toward her, she stuck a bit of her tongue past her lips and licked.
"Hmm…"
"Mwah..."
It was a kitten lick, so soft it was almost adorable. The man was starting to get impatient, but decided to wait a little more before taking the reins, too curious as to what Mizuki would do. Luckily, she seemed to have at least watched porn before, because she started licking his cock in earnest now, all doubt gone from her as her desire overtook her fear.
"Mhah, mhha, hmm…"
Overtaken by the heat of the situation, she sighed and gave a few wet kisses to the tip, then pressed the flat of her tongue against the underside and slowly went down, painting a trail of saliva down his shaft. She grew bolder with each second, her lips now joining the fray, giving little sucks, rolling the tip in her tongue.
Her hand kept moving all the way, slowly jerking him off as she licked him. The weight of it felt so real, not only against her fingers but against her face as she went lower, resting the whole member atop her cheek as she sucked on the side, trailing up kisses until she reached the head once more.
"Not bad, you got enthusiasm," the man whispered, smiling. "Why not try sucking it?"
"O-okay…"
Stunned back into nervousness, she reached out with her tongue again, letting his cockhead rest on it while her soft lips wrapped around its base. A low hum reverberated through the man's body at the feeling. His member throbbed so hard it almost escaped her mouth, but her lips were wrapped tightly enough to keep it in place. Nervous, she glanced up to him, mouth still full, and the sight made him want to fuck into her throat right then and there.
But somehow he held himself back.
It was almost comical how out of her element Mizuki looked, considering all the confidence with which she'd tried seducing him the past week. Yet she didn't give it anything less than her all. Her cute brows furrowed in concentration as she sucked on the tip of his cock, slowly swirling her tongue around the head. She swallowed it down inch by inch, going as fast as her inexperienced mouth could.
Licking his lips, he reached with one hand and grabbed the back of her head, but didn't push her further in. It was a reassuring touch. Mizuki looked up and her eyes sparkled, showing that she wanted to go all the way, no matter what.
Picking up the pace, she grabbed onto the shaft with her other hand and started jerking him off in earnest as she hollowed her cheeks and sucked him off. Going even further down, until about a third of his cock had disappeared past her lips. She was starting to feel it against the back of her throat, poking at her gag reflex in just the right way.
"Hmm… fuck, yeah, like that… use your spit, make sure to lubricate it."
"Mmh-hmm!"
Enthusiastically, she started slobbering all over the top half of his cock, giving the head sloppy licks and sucks as her spit trailed down the base toward her fingers. It mixed with her precum, lubricating his whole member as she moved her hands up and down. She started getting the hang of it, humming excitedly, and he felt it reverberate through him, adding another layer to the pleasure.
"Hghlk, gkhkl…"
Throaty, choking sounds filled the room as she went even past her own limits, rubbing his engorged cockhead against her gag reflex, enjoying how overwhelming it felt. Her fingers tightened around it, moving faster, possessed by the desire to please the man to the best of her ability. It was intoxicating for her. The feeling of a cock deep inside her mouth erased what little doubts and anxiety remained, leaving only the slut she was underneath. His slut.
Her mouth and cheeks were a sloppy mess by now, stained with spit and precum all over to the point where she barely looked like the cute Mizuki from a few minutes before. But that quick corruption only made it an even more enticing sight.
"Fffuckk…"
If there was one way to end such a busy week, it was getting such amazing head from a cute girl like Mizuki. All he was missing was a beer and it'd be perfect. Now to be fair, Mizuki's oral skills were amateur-ish, but her enthusiasm completely eclipsed that, and her sloppiness and precum-stained face were a sight for sore eyes.
She kept at it for what felt like hours, but was probably just a couple minutes judging by how deep she'd managed to go, slightly past half his length. It was more than he'd expected from her. But still, he wasn't here to play around or coddle her. Mizuki had teased him all this time, and now he was gonna show her why it was a bad idea to mess with older men like him.
"Seems like you're having some trouble," he said, leaning forward. "Let me show you how it's done."
"Hmhmm?"
Mizuki pulled back, slightly confused, as he stood up from the loveseat and grabbed onto the hair on the back of her head. Her eyes were so innocent, it was almost obscene. But not as obscene as forcefully pushing her down and making her swallow every single inch of his cock deep into her throat.
"HGHH-HHLRK!"
Smirking, he held her down, lips around the base of his cock, while she struggled and choked and splurted spit against his pelvis. Yet she didn't push away from him. As overwhelmed as she was, as back as her eyes were rolling from having her throat invaded, she still looked up at him with those cute eyes and waited.
Feeling merciful, he let go and Mizuki immediately pulled back almost to the tip, coughing and breathing harshly, her lips covered in precum. But he didn't give her long to recover. A second later, he gripped her hair tighter and pulled her down again, slamming her chin against his base.
"Now this is how a slut like you worships a cock…"
"GHLK! GHJKL! HHHLRK!"
All restraint gone from him, the man fucked her face proper now, using her hair as a handle as he thrust in and out of her small abused mouth, all while slamming her throat against his cock. He used her like he would a fleshlight, not caring about anything except thrusting into her tight throat with all the speed and strength he could muster, head thrown back, a low growl reverberating through his muscular body.
After the week he'd had, it wasn't a wonder he couldn't last long this deep into such a cute girl's throat.
"F-fuck! You have such a good fucking throat…" He looked down at her, lust all over his expression. "Get ready to take my load."
Tears running down her face, Mizuki looked up almost begging at the man, whether for release or for his cum it was hard to say. Yet she did as she was told, letting herself be used, planting her tongue underneath his shaft to welcome his orgasm.
Seeing this, he couldn't take it anymore. Growling, his whole body shaking, he thrust until every inch of his length was buried into her throat, then looking her straight in the eye, came as deep into her as he could.
"Ghhhhahh!"
"GHRLK!!!"
A thick, abundant torrent of cum was shot straight down the poor girl's throat, overwhelming her gag reflex instantly and filling her up further than she'd ever dreamed. As a disgusting amount of seed filled her stomach, she coughed and spluttered, but was only released once almost all of it was gone from the man's balls.
When he knew he was almost done, he let out one last groan and pulled back all the way, grabbing his shaft and pointing the head at the girl's face. A couple more splurts of cum splashed against her cheeks and mouth, making her yelp and shudder at the feeling.
"Ahh!"
Unconsciously, she licked at the few strands that ran down to her mouth, swallowing and looking up at him as though expecting praise. If the orgasm hadn't taken so much out of him, he would've headpatted her she was so adorable.
"Damn… guess you can keep up with me for now," he said.
"Y-you were really rough, mister. But it's okay, I liked it…"
As she said that, she scooped up a bit of cum that was dropping down her chin and tasted it, blinking adorably at him. That instantly made him move again. There was no need to wait, as his cock hadn't softened in the slightest despite cumming, and after seeing that he wanted Mizuki more than ever.
"Come here."
"Eep!"
He grabbed her by the arm and threw her against the couch as softly as possible, though she still landed all sprawled out and looking like a mess, strands of hair and stains of cum all over her face. She breathed harshly, looking up at him, nervous but excited.
"I can't get fucking enough of you."
Their bodies and lips met again as he threw himself at her, tongue invading past her lips as they furiously made out. His hands traveled up and down her body, touching and groping and grabbing at every inch he could get a hold of, desperate, drunk off all her cute curves.
With one hand, he tore off her bikini and threw it aside without care, freeing her perky breasts. Mizuki gasped against his mouth. Eager, she rubbed up against him and held on to his shoulders as he kissed down her lips onto her jawline, then toward his neck. He nibbled and kissed her soft skin, leaving little red marks as he moved down. He took one of her tits into his mouth and gave the rigid nipple a quick bite, making her shiver and choke on a gasp.
Hungry, he sucked and licked at the nipple until it was red and sensitive, drawing all the little noises he could from Mizuki's mouth before moving on to the other one, and repeating his treatment. The pleasure shot through her body like electricity, freezing her in place and having her shake so hard he had to keep her in place with one hand against her shoulder.
"Aahh, mister! I-it feels so…!"
That's nothing, he thought, smiling.
With apop, he let go of her now reddened and erect nipple and grabbed onto one of her arms, lifting it up before she'd recovered. She screamed out in pleasure as she felt his tongue pressed flat against her armpit, licking up and down roughly like he wanted to taste it all, like he wanted to devour her whole. It was more than she could handle. She'd never thought about someone doing this to her, but the mix of tickling and pleasure had her shivering from head to toe.
"Every inch of you is so fucking delicious," the man growled. "I have to…"
"Mmmhah! Careful, m-mist-aaah!"
Driven more by lust and instinct than anything else, he pressed her tight against the couch then dropped to his knees in front of her, parting her legs with no difficulty. His mouth closed around the skin of her waist, biting into it slightly. Mizuki yelped and threw herself back, eyes closed, and he wasted no time trailing kisses and bites down her leg until he reached her inner thighs. Then, giving her no warning, he tore her bikini bottoms aside and dove his face into her pussy.
Mizuki froze at first, her voice gone, tiny shivers barely breaking through the shock and pleasure. But it was too intense, too sudden. The man kissed and sucked and licked at her folds like a man dying of thirst, desperately trying to taste as much of her young pussy as he could. Finally, a groan broke through Mizuki's throat and she tried sliding back, overwhelmed, but he grabbed onto her hips and slammed her back against his mouth, giving her no rest.
"Ahh! M-mister, w-wait misteer! I-it's s-shnhhnnhh!"
He wasn't listening. All he could focus on was his desire to worship this highschool girl's body, to make her cum harder than she'd ever done before, and at that he was doing a great job. One hand holding her in place, he dropped his other and pressed a finger against her entrance as he licked and teased at her clit. She shook at the first insertion, unconsciously thrusting against it until he was knuckles deep in her pussy, her dripping wetness swallowing the digit whole. All the while, he gripped his own cock with his free hand and started jerking himself off, high off the arousal of the body in front of him, wanting to enjoy her and ravage her to the fullest.
"Hnnghh-"
For what felt like minutes he kept at it, licking and teasing her folds while fucking her with his middle finger, furiously masturbating,meeting her eager hips, until finally he felt her walls clamp up around him, and her voice go up in pitch as her orgasm washed over her.
"HHhghaahh! M-Mister!!"
She came undone before him, cumming all over his mouth and practically collapsing against him from the sheer, overwhelming pleasure stabbing up her stomach throughout her body. The feeling, the sound, the scent of it all... it drove him over the edge too. Feeling his cock throb in his hand, he pulled back and stood up suddenly, standing over the spasming Mizuki, cock hanging above her stomach.
"T-time to paint you white, girlie."
A moan gnashing up his throat, he closed his eyes and let himself go, balls churning up cum as he unloaded all over her nubile body, long trails and thick splotches of white staining her tits and stomach, going up to her neck and lips from the sheer strength of his orgasm, marking her as his bitch. The girl gasped at the feeling, looking up lovingly at the man.
She was left limp and panting, covered in cum, not believing what she'd just felt. Yet once again, the man wasn't gonna give her any time to recover.
"Hope you're ready now."
"H-huhh?"
Mouth and chin glistening with her juices, he climbed up atop her collapsed body again, towering over her on the couch, and slapped his throbbing cock against her soaked pussy lips. Mizuki's eyes shot wide open, and her mouth formed a big O.
"I-I…"
"No getting away now," he teased. "You ever done this before?"
Meekly, she shook her head and swallowed, realizing that she was about to lose her virginity. The man licked his lips, gleefully coming to the same realization.
The sudden pressure and rawness as his cockhead pressed flat against her folds, then pushed in, made Mizuki's eyes roll back. She felt like she passed out for a moment. There was no comparison to his finger from before; her walls were forced open to their limits, every inch of him rubbing and teasing at her already oversensitive nerves, instantly sending her into another shaking orgasm.
There was little gentleness in the way he took her. Having her sprawled on her back against the couch, propping her waist up with one knee and grabbing her hips as he drove down into her, cock disappearing past her folds into her insides. The downward thrust added gravity to the strength of his thrusts, already shaking Mizuki to her core.
Unable to move, Mizuki could only lay as that monster cock spread her open again and again, the slow, laborious penetration quickly becoming a merciless pounding as her juices covered the member entirely, making it slide in and out effortlessly despite how tight she was. And the man gave her no quarters, seeing red from desire like some kinda beast, thinking of only using the body beneath him like a personal sex toy.
"Ffffuck! T-take this, you teasing slut!"
"Haah! M-mhhhisteer!"
From afar, it would have looked as the man's muscular body pounding into something very small beneath him, overshadowing Mizuki's body completely save for her thin legs sticking out of his sides. Soon however, said legs locked around his waist and started pushing him further in, her own hips moving in rhythm with his thrusts as she recovered some of her senses.
"Let's get you nice and ready..."
Effortlessly, he grabbed both of her wrists with one hand, pulling them back and keeping them high over her head, truly pinning her in place as she looked at him meekly, almost scared. That view before him only added further fuel to the fire. Losing all sense for a moment, he climbed atop her and started thrusting mercilessly, his cock stabbing downward into her eager pussy with all his strength. He slammed down against her, punching against the roof of her pussy mercilessly, for what felt like half an hour of grunting and flesh slapping against flesh.
"Ghhahhh, here it comes...!"
"Hhah, mister, w-wait...!"
Overwhelmed past the point of talking, and having both her legs and arms pinned so she wasn't able to move, she couldn't do anything as the man's cock pulsed, then sheatehd itself so deep into her she felt it almost in her chest. What happened next shocked them both. A flood of cum was shot straight down her pussy walls, sloshing and splurting and filling her up to her very limits, more than she'd ever dreamed was possible. And as the man grunted and gasped through it, he was surprised he was able to cum this much all at once. This girl drew something out of him, something primal and wild, almost dangerous.
In his shock, he pulled back before he was done, and a few stray ropes of cum splashed against her waist and belly, some even going past it and staining the couch, just as the thick trail dripping from the girl's pussy was staining the seat. Making a mess all over Mizuki and the furniture.
"..."
Their eyes met, a shared sense of surprise and eagerness gleaming behind their eyes. Realizing, at the same time, all the fun they could have together.
From then on, it was a haze, a blur of movement and heat and the scent of sex impregnating everything around him. By the time the light coming from the window had moved, the two were no longer there. Upstairs, the man led Mizuki to her own room and threw her against the wall as he positioned behind her, cock resting between her asscheeks.
Flushed and gasping, Mizuki looked over her shoulder with innocent eyes, some of her cockiness returning with every orgasm that was inflicted on her.
"P-please mister… more," she breathed. "F-fuck me more, give me y-your cock!"
Chuckling, he flattened her against the wall with a single thrust, his engorged cockhead forming a small bump on her stomach as he went balls deep. He pounded into her, keeping her in place with one hand. The other gripped at her hair, forcing her to lean her head back and using it as a love-handle as he bounced her back and forth, making her insides grind on his cock.
He expected her to gasp and moan at having her hair pulled, but instead she mewled as though she were a cat, then laboriously looked over her shoulder, a slutty look on her face, lips curling into a teasing smile.
"Y-you like it, m-mister?" she asked, pretending to sound innocent. "You like my 16-year old pussy a lot, huh?"
His cock throbbed at those words, and his eyes went wide. Before he'd thought she was 18 because of her school grade, but that knowledge didn't make him stop or slow his thrusts in the slightest. Instead, he picked up the pace even more and slammed her hard against the wall, making her squeal like a slut and fucking her like an animal.
Bodies tightly pressed together, he brought his lips close to her ear and whispered. "Not as much as you like this white dick, huh?"
"Hghhahh, yesshh!"
Her toes curled at the mind-breaking pleasure, juices and precum dropping to the floor beneath them. She couldn't gather her bearings from how roughly she was being pounded, practically slammed against the wall whole-bodily each second.
Cheek pressed flat against the wall, her tongue lolled out limply as she felt once again that wonderful throbbing, that shiver through his whole body, and her walls answered in kind, tightening and intending to milk him. A second later, her prayers were answered, and the first splurt hit the roof of her womb. He held her down flat against the wall and grunted with each thick rope filling her insides, pooling in her deepest parts and making her feel fuller than ever before.
"Hahhh... m-more..."
Face taut from effort, he chuckled and thrust even deeper. "We're only getting started."
From there on eachtime he felt her pussy contract around his length with her orgasm, he'd throw her against a different surface and fuck her there instead, making sure he stained every inch of her house with their obscene lovemaking, marking it as his.
Outside in the balcony, Mizuki held on for dear life against the rail as he took her doggy-style, thrusting so hard she had to stop herself from flying off. And since it was the middle of the day, there was the chance anyone could see her being fucked silly. Not that she could tell, as her eyes were filled with tears from pleasure. He grabbed onto a tuft of hair and had her bouncing on his cock, asscheeks clapping every time he went balls deep inside her.
Once he felt himself close, he decided to switch it up a bit, and threw Mizuki against the railing while grabbing his cock, jerking off furiously for a moment before cumming all over her back, staining her there as well. Mizuki moaned at the feeling, limply hanging against the rail and almost collapsing to the floor, sweaty and cum-soaked. A few seconds later, Mizuki whispered something, out of breath, and the man smiled mischievously at her idea.
"HAAH! Y-yes, misteeer! I love y-your cock so m-muuch…!"
Atop her father's bed, Mizuki sank down on the man's cock, bouncing over and over, impaling herself with wild joy and abandon. It was hard to tell where this energy was coming from, but she didn't care, she only cared about swallowing his meat and his load into her pussy, and grinding back and forth every time it buried itself to the hilt. The man grabbed onto her body, one hand on her hip and another on her breast, massaging it, pinching her nipple between his fingers.
Cumming once again, Mizuki collapsed against him and the man took her into his arms as they kissed deeply, tasting each other's tongue while he picked up the pace in her stead, thrusting upwards like a piston, making her moan against his mouth.
"Hmmgh!"
"Haah... h-here!"
Punching up into her baby chamber, he tensed up his whole body and followed suit with his own orgasm, cumming so deep inside she felt as though it was invading her brain, molten pleasure lighting up her nerves to the point where her whole body went limp, eyes rolling to the back of her head. He held her there in his arms, shaking with pleasure, until finally he threw her aside and climbed atop her immobile body.
"P-please..."
Laying on her back on the bed, Mizuki wheezed, breathless, when she felt his cock thrust all the way inside again, lubricated by his own cum and her abundant juices, this time making sure to go excruciatingly slow and grinding against her insides as the old man's room was filled with the smell of sex. He couldn't help smiling at knowing he was fucking the man's daughter in his own bed. The depravity of it wasn't lost on Mizuki either, who was pretty much cumming non-stop against the man's monster cock.
"Haah... like that?" he teased. "Like getting fucked in your old man's bed?"
"Y-Yaahs! P-please, fuck me mooore, fill me up, mark me in my dad's rooom!"
How could he say no to that?
He grabbed onto the underside of her thighs and threw them back, making her ankles reach to her ears, then climbed atop her body until he was basically pile-driving her, sliding his cock down until his ballsack was pressed against her pussy lips. He let her gasp and enjoy the feeling of the sudden penetration, only to then start moving feverishly.
"HAAH! FHFCUHHK! MMGHHAHH!"
Like a metronome, their bodies echoed together with each thrust, the man holding her in place with a deep mating press, only her cute ass visible as he fucked into her like she was just a toy. Like she was a fleshlight he wanted to fill with his cum. And that's exactly what Mizuki wanted too. Finally, what had been building up for what felt like hours came rushing forth. It wasn't just him cumming inside her. That, she'd felt plenty of. It was something more... primal. A deep desire bursting from her chest.
"I-insiiide!" she screamed out, voice hoarse. "S-so deep, pleaaase, cum in-ihnnside and g-get me pregnaaaant! B-breed me pleaaase!"
"F-fuck, you little slut... fine! Get fucking pregnant!"
From Mizuki's perspective, fucked-out as her mind and body were, she distinctly felt his cock throbbing violently deep in her snatch, followed by the man's whole weight pressing against her as he sheathed himself balls-deep and growled deeply.
Then, he came pressed against her cervix.
"Hhhhuahh, m-misteeer!"
Soon her womb was bloated with his copious cum, swirling inside her and warming her up throughout her body. Mizuki's tongue lolled out, and she collapsed against the bed at the orgasmic feeling, her whole body wrung out and fucked silly.
"Hahh… d-damn, you really…"
The man looked down, realizing that Mikuki wasn't moving. She'd lost consciousness.
"…Ah. Well, figures," he chuckled. "This being your first time and all."
A few minutes and a glass of water later, Mizuki and the man found themselves enjoying a cold shower, rinsing their bodily fluids and recovering their strength. Well, mostly Mizuki on the latter.
Of course, it didn't last. She'd barely finished rinsing her hair, humming happily, when a pair of rough hands grabbed onto her hips, and once again she felt that hard, throbbing member pressing between her cheeks. She gasped, looking over her shoulder.
"W-wait, are you…?"
The man turned her around, back against the wall, and grabbed onto her thighs as he lifted her up.
"Do you even gotta ask?" he smirked. "We gotta work on your stamina, girlie."
Seconds later, not even the sound of the shower could muffle Mizuki's pleasured cries as she was roughly fucked against the shower wall, legs wrapped around his waist and arms thrown around his shoulders.
It was a good thing they weren't using hot water, or it would've ran out long before they were finished.
By the time Monday rolled in, the inside of the house looked shockingly pristine, and the two people inside ate breakfast together in the dining table, as though nothing had happened the past two days. In fact, had Mizuki not limped slightly when she got up to reach for more rice, it would've been impossible to tell she'd been getting the dicking of her life constantly for the past 48 hours.
Unfortunately, the weekend was over, which meant it was time to go back to their daily lives. For the man, it meant work, and for Mizuki it meant school. They were enjoying some breakfast rice before having to leave, nothing more.
"Phoo…" Mizuki sighed, defeated, as she threw her chopsticks inside her empty bowl and stood up. "Sorry mister, but I gotta go. I don't wanna be late for–"
Mizuki made it a couple steps toward the door before his hand closed around her wrist. She jumped, glancing over his shoulder. There, the casual intensity behind the man's eyes sent shivers down her spine. The meaning of that stare was very clear. Mizuki swallowed.
"…"
Never looking away, Mizuki reached into the bag hanging from her hip and grabbed her phone, typing a few numbers and then bringing it close to her ear. It rang for a few seconds. Then, a voice picked up on the other side, and Mizuki whispered, voice full of heat.
"Y-yeah, it's me. Sorry, I'm not feeling too good," she excused herself. "Go on without me and tell the teacher… okay? Yes, thank you… you're really the best. Bye!"
As soon as the call ended, she placed the phone back in her bag and threw it aside, letting it land on another small couch to the side. The air was thick with tension.
And before the next blink had passed, the man pulled her close and took her into his arms, smashing their lips together.
"Hmmhh!"
"Ghhah!"
Their feet pitter-pattered through the floor as they stumbled back together, the man pushing her close to the table until finally the back of her legs hit the edge, and she fell back against it. Without thinking, he moved all the plates and everything else aside. He lay her flat against the table, her legs hanging off the edge, then threw himself at her like an animal, hands reaching desperately for her uniform.
"A-ahh! Mister, wait…!"
He tore open her white shirt, then did the same with her short skirt, throwing it away. Mizuki did her part in unclasping her bra while she still had her chance, while he slid her panties down and climbed on top of her, taking his erect member and plapping it against her pussy lips.
"Gonna put you through the paces today again," he smiled. "Hope you can keep up."
"I-I will!"
He thanked internally whoever had built the table, because he pounded the poor girl against it without a shred of mercy, her pale, soft thighs wrapping around his waist and pulling him deeper with every thrust. The whole table shook with the ruckus of their wild fucking. Mizuki herself looked a mess, hair wild and frazzled and uniform completely ruined, as though she were being mauled. And from her perspective, that's exactly what it felt like.
In and out, their bodies and mouths made obscene sounds and groans as they lost themselves to ecstasy. Mizuki's insides were finally starting to get used to his girth, yet it was still a struggle to take him whole, every single nerve inside her flaring up like her core was set aflame, orgasm after orgasm washing over her with the force of a hammer.
"HGHAH! Y-YES, YES! M-MISTER, F-FUCK MEE!"
"Ghah! Y-you little slut!"
He went at her with a sense of urgency and mercilessness, caring not for anything but getting off. After a few minutes of table-shaking fucking, he finally got tired and pulled back, helping Mizuki to her feet for only a second. Before her eyes could adjust through her tears though, she was once again thrown against the nearest pillar near the counter, and his dripping cock slapped against her pale stomach once, before he grabbed the shaft and pressed the head against her entrance once more, pushing in.
"HHGHHHAHH!"
From that angle, every thrust scraped roughly against the roof of her pussy, drawing out a toe-curling bliss from her body that had her cumming right away. The man felt as her walls tightened like a vice around his cock, as though wanting to milk him dry. And if he had any say in the matter, that's what he'd have her do. Use her like a toy and fill her up to the brim until his balls were empty.
"Time to get started," he growled against her ear. "Take my cum!"
"Hhmmph!"
Before she could reply, he kissed her again, their tongues meeting while his engorged cockhead punched against her deepest parts, throbbing and rubbing against her as he unloaded a bucket's worth of cum into her waiting womb. She cried out against his mouth, shaking from head to toe. By the time her orgasm had subsided, she could barely keep herself on her feet.
Which made it fortunate that he was there to hold her, and to fuck her, even if she was all limp and fucked out, just like he liked her.
"M-mooore," she breathed out as their lips separated, eyes hazed over with arousal. "M-mister…"
"I got you, girlie," he smiled. "Let's see how much you can take."
When the morning of Tuesday came, Mizuki found herself flat against the floor, completely limp and covered in sweat and cum, barely keeping herself conscious. She had no idea how much time had passed, much less that it was another day now. Not until the man reminded her, at least.
With her panties down to her ankles, she parted her legs unconsciously as the man kneeled behind her and slammed his cock balls deep inside her pussy, pounding her cheeks mercilessly. Her school shirt was a broken mess, hanging limply off her shoulders.
He whispered something into her ear, and numbly, her arm shaking violently, she reached for her nearby bag and grabbed her phone again. Amidst the loud, echoing thrusts, she called her school without caring for what the person on the other side may think about these obscene sounds.
"Y-yeah… I ca-aahhn't c-come by today… either." She bit her lip, a moan rising up her throat. "S-still ve-ery sick, s-so…"
While she struggled to even get the words out, the man fucked her with all his might and smiled to himself, proud of his new little toy.
He guessed he could put some more time aside to play with her for the rest of the week too.
The end