episode_0029

“Sigh… Huff…”

I barely regained my senses and got up. I wrapped a kitchen towel around my hand to clean up the secretions from my body. I disposed of the kitchen towel that wiped off the semen and cytoplasm in the trash can. I staggered towards the living room.

“Did you clean up properly?”

“Yes…”

She was sitting on the sofa, watching adult videos on television. The woman in the video begged the man to stop, her hands tied.

“Come here.”

She pointed to her thigh. Reluctantly, I complied. Because I made a deal with her, I had no choice but to listen to her until Monday.

“Wipe that frown off your face. If you act like this already after just one time, it’ll be harder for you later.”

As I approached her, she grabbed the leash around my neck. I sat on her lap. Then she pulled the leash again.

“I didn’t tell you to sit there. Sit properly.”

She lightly slapped my thigh. Her handprint remained firmly on my thigh.

“I’m… I’m sorry…”

I lifted my hips and guided the dildo to the entrance.

“Ah… Haa…”

Slowly pushing my hips down, her hand moved up to my shoulders.

“So when are you going to put it in?”

She pressed down on my body as the dildo touched the walls inside.

“Wow… Look at this. Can you feel it if you touch here? Something hard is sticking out.”

She suddenly grabbed my right hand clenched in a fist and placed it on the protruding part. Although it wasn’t very prominent, I could feel something rigid inside.

“Huff… Huff… Haa…”

Gasping for air, I trembled. Being penetrated unexpectedly made it hard to breathe.

“If I poke here like this, does it move?”

She gently bounced her hips, showing the movement of the dildo inside. Every time her hips moved like a child showing off a toy, I gasped and groaned. My body bent like a grasshopper, twitching slightly.

“Don’t just stay like that, move yourself. It’s tiring for me to sit on the sofa. Also, turn your body towards me.”

I struggled to look at her by turning my body. Slowly thrusting my penis into her anus, I wrapped my arms around her neck like a scarf and slowly pushed it in.

“Your eyes and mouth are all loose… You’re just a female…”

“But… I’m still a man…”

“Huh? You received vaginal ejaculation, what kind of man are you….”

“Hng… Hii… Haa…”

After swallowing the entire dildo, my body convulsed. Numbness spread through my face as I reached a light climax. She lifted my chin, making me face her. Then our lips met. Her tongue explored my mouth. As her saliva mixed in, my mind dulled, and my body heated up.

“Ahh… You have a good expression now. Want to move your hips?”

“Yes… Mistress…”

I slowly started moving my hips. She twisted my nipple piercing and stimulated my nipples. The stimulation from my nipples made my movements sluggish. Losing focus, I buried my face in her chest and trembled.

“Move faster… I’m not satisfied yet.”

She grabbed my buttocks and began shaking them up and down.

“Ah!? Oh… Ahh..! Wait… Eek….”

“This is how you should move… satisfying your mistress is the purpose of a slut.”

“Y-Yes… Ugh… Haa…”

“Isn’t indulging in and enjoying such a theme alone just avoiding work?”

“I’m s-sorry… Ahh!?”

Her dildo pressed against the prostate. Inserting it at a slight angle, she continued to press against the prostate from the glans to the shaft, allowing the mucus inside to stick to the dildo, creating a smoother movement as it adhered more closely.

“Ah… Hah… It’s going… still… Ohhh….”

Each time she thrust into me, it felt like all the semen inside me was being squeezed out. Like a released marionette, I leaned on her body, only able to make sounds. Her arms around my neck loosened, and I scratched her back with both hands. Pleasure surged, tensing my grip.

“Ah… Ouch… Your nails…”

“Hoo… Hoo… Haaah…. That’s it…”

She seemed satisfied hearing my trembling moans.

“Sitting makes it uncomfortable…”

She removed the dildo from my body, placed me on the couch, and stood up.

“Ahh… Hah… Ohh…”

For a moment, lying on the couch like a doll, she lifted me again and reinserted the dildo. As it went deeper than when sitting, penetrating my insides, semen spurted from my penis, splashing her body before falling to the floor.

“Ah… Hah… Ugh…!”

The accumulated pleasure finally erupted within me, overwhelming my brain with ecstasy as my body reached its peak. My toes curled, leaving red marks on her back. Trembling and shuddering, I collapsed.

“Ugh… Hoo… It’s… ticklish…”

She gently stroked my trembling back on the couch. Ignoring her pain, I lay there, limp. With unfocused eyes, I stared at the ceiling, unable to close the hole that remained open.

“It’s not over yet.”

“Huh?”

She reinserted fully into my anal while I lay on the couch, making me watch the video playing on the television. The woman in the video, like me, was connected to a man.

“Shall we try this? Following along with the video, you understand, right?”

“Y-yeah…”

With a twisted pronunciation, I answered and embraced her waist with relaxed arms. Gradually, she began moving her hips, initiating a piston motion towards my anal. She matched her movements to the moans in the video. I, too, groaned in sync with the rhythm, feeling the pressure inside me. Watching the blurry image of the woman on the screen, I lost my will, mechanically responding like a programmed character.

“Ah… Ugh… Hot… Hoo…”

I, like the woman in the video, made sounds each time the prostate was pressed. Incomprehensible utterances, a loosened grip. This spectacle, utterly unmanly, was something I didn’t want others to see. I wanted to whimper and cry only in front of her. My mind, filled with her fabricated pseudoplasma, became dull. All that circulated in my head was the desire to be penetrated.

“Let’s… gradually increase the speed! Let’s go along with the video!”

She moved her waist quickly like a devil making a final struggle. As the stimulation cycle to the prostate shortened, the dormant sperm production in the resting phase began to operate again, making a gurgling sound and starting to reload. I could feel how much more sensitive it had become inside my body. The penis began to rise again within the narrow gap between us, and at the same time, the valve inside the body opened, allowing erection and simultaneously rising through the urethra.

“Ah… ah… ah… g-ga… going… ah…”

Squeezing my pelvic muscles, I enveloped the silicone mass that pierced the innermost part of me. The thrill of pleasure running up my spine once again filled my brain with semen. Both of my toes stretched out and then curled back up immediately. Moans akin to cries escaped from my mouth. I gazed at her image on the screen, feeling the lingering sensation as I lightly scratched her back with my fingertips. She placed her hand over the man’s shoulder without any reaction.

“Ah… my waist…”

As I lay there still recovering, she gently laid me down on the sofa. When the swollen prostate slipped out of the tip of the glans, my body twitched sharply. Slowly lowering my legs, I felt a tremendous sense of exhaustion. It was as if every ounce of energy from every tiny muscle fiber and cell in my body had been drained. Even if my head told me to move, the flesh below my neck refused to budge.

“Ah… ha…”

Beside me in disarray, she unfastened the penis belt. As she removed the belt, sticky semen spread out like spider silk. She plopped down on the sofa and took a deep breath, looking quite exhausted from the effort. She struggled to pick up the cigarette lying on the mini table in front of the sofa, finally managing to bring it to her lips after several failed attempts to light it with the lighter. Faint white smoke rose and drifted past me. Watching the smoke disappear into the air, my mind also drifted far away.

Eventually, overwhelmed by fatigue, my eyelids grew heavy, and my eyes closed.