Tourist trap

“Of course,” you reply automatically, flashing a little kind smile before heading off. “Thank you.”

There’s nothing special about this hotel, as far as you know. Smack dab in the city, no distinct amenities or qualities from other competitors of the same price. It’s just your residence for a day or so before you travel north as part of your month-long trip to Japan.

You’d just arrived the other day and settled at a friend’s apartment in the meantime, so you had your luggage in tow. It’s light and economical, only bringing the essentials: clothes, food, toiletries, and laptop. Nothing particularly personal or remarkable. The leftover space is reserved for your intended souvenirs: cards, albums, and of course, anime figures.

But that’s for tomorrow. You’d spent most of the day at your friend’s apartment, helping him move around the furniture since he’s turning his flat into a rentable space, and barely managed to catch the 6:00 PM bus to the hotel after bidding him goodbye. And although it had just been a few hours, the time you’d spent walking through the city, making the detour through the park, and the late grocery run had tuckered you out more than expected.

You go through the motions. Press the keycard against the electronic lock of the door. It clicks open, and you enter.

It’d be easy to just lay out your luggage on the side and just lie on the bed. You’re not in the mood to eat nor shower; all you want to do is close your eyes and call it a day, even if it’s still relatively early in the evening.

But you can’t.

While you do leave your bags by the closet, as your eyes glance up to your designated bed, something’s there.

Or in this case, someone.

She’s in a bathrobe, resting right in the center of the bed, on her knees, demanding attention. Waiting, crouching like a dog waiting for its master to return.

You let out a scream that echoes around the nearby area.

“Shit!”

“My apologies,” says the woman, bowing respectfully. “But seeing as you’re not from here, I—”

“Who the fuck are you?” you immediately ask, already moving close to the room phone, ready to call the front desk. Or the police.

“Ah! Do not be alarmed; for I’m the designated service girl for you—at least tonight,” she says, again, flashing a courteous grin. “To serve your every need, sir.”

You raise a confused eyebrow. “What?”

“Oh my,” she chuckles in surprise. “Didn’t the front desk tell you about the— ahem —the room service we offer, sir?”

Your mind had drifted while the receptionist lady explained everything the hotel had to offer. Again, nothing really stuck out from its exterior and interior. The assumption that it’s the same as every other hotel: a nice swimming pool, a café, souvenir shop, gym, and the like. You just wanted to crash, not engage with an uninvited girl in your room.

“Oh,” you mutter softly. A small realization coming over you, accompanied by a small sinking feeling as you retrace your steps. “Must have dozed off.”

“Pardon my intrusion, then,” the lady says with a shy smile, tugging at the collar of her white, silken bathrobe. She clambers off the bed, approaching you.

And damn, she’s quite short. You can squeeze her from head to toe.

“Allow me to introduce myself,” she bows in a friendly manner. “I’m Nako.”

Your first response would’ve been to thank her politely and proceed to dismiss her services, if she could be so kind as to leave you alone so you can rest up and sleep. But in a brief moment, a brief moment where her eyes meet yours and the ends of her lips curl up sweetly, your exhaustion dissipates into dust.

You nod with a neutral face, eyeing Nako’s petite frame. With her arms tucked against her stomach, they’d disappear under the sleeves of the oversized robe, the material slipping against her shoulders to reveal a healthy portion of her thighs and more importantly, the curves of her bust.

You almost feel uncomfortable checking out a girl standing before you, much less one who claims to be some kind of servant sent to assist you. But the words on her name tag say otherwise.

“P-Please,” her cheeks start to tinge with color, and so do her exposed, slender shoulders. She pulls the material close, concealing whatever peaks she’s letting the world see. But you’d already seen them, and from your perspective, they’d appeared soft to the touch and perky. “I-I’d like to serve you.”

“Woah, hold on,” you relent, taking a step back. Forgetting you’re close to the bed and hitting a wall. “I mean, what service is this exactly—”

“Anything you want, sir.”

Nako kneels down, now appearing smaller, reaching the level of your knees. Her voice takes on a sultrier tone and her lips move slowly with every syllable. “Sex, domination, punishment. Any requests, desires—whims.”

That’s when she lays out her hands on top of your pants, rubbing her palms gently on your bulge, making your mind spin. Her robe remains half-open, revealing everything from the bottom of her impressive breasts to the legs you could sit on. For some with her frame, she’s built so perfectly.

“I'm—not getting charged extra for this, am I?” you ask, half-heartedly joking, alarmed by the casualness of it all. Like it’s somehow normalized in this world, in this industry. After all, this is Japan—

“It’s part of your stay, so you can choose if you want it—or not,” she says, maintaining contact with her eyes and her hand rubbing the front of your pants, feeling the outline of your cock. She bites her lower lip gently as if savoring the act.

Nako stops for a brief moment. She then reaches up, unties the white belt and her robe slips apart, revealing thin lace that holds up her boobs but nothing else to conceal the bottom half, save for panties to keep the rest hidden away. For now.

“Please allow me.”

“Shit—uh, I—” you say, trying to resist every fiber telling you to take up her offer, but the cute, rather innocent, dissonant tone makes it so hard to deny. Every syllable, every utterance, every breath sounds a little too pleasing for your tired ears.

“It’s all safe,” she assures you, taking you by the hand, letting you squeeze her breast through the cleavage. Firm. Shapely. “I’ve been told by the guests I served that I provide the best service too.”

“Fuck,” you grit your teeth, as your hand explores her chest, reaching up behind her neck, pushing her forward. Meanwhile her free palm continues rubbing you, getting you riled up.

She undoes the knot on the pants, unzips the zipper, then reaches through the flap of your briefs.

Your fingers brush through the skin on Nako’s shoulder. You squeeze tighter, making her flinch. “I can see why—”

“Thank you for finding me to your liking, sir,” she teases, nibbling her lip, groping your throbbing shaft. “How should I, um, pleasure you?”

“Get on the bed,” you command.

Nako does so compliantly. Letting the robe fall freely to the floor, she positions herself back on the clean, freshly folded sheets, back in that compliant, blatantly submissive crouch. She intently observes you quickly dressing down; shirt, belt, pants, boxers and shoes come flying off and tossed aside, now with nothing to hide.

“So, what position is your favorite?” you ask. The way neither of you are bothered by the fact your hard cock is casually flopping around is jarring, to say the least.

“Anything the guest wants,” she replies, holding that curt, delicate tone. It’s clear even while like this, there’s an air of professionalism she wants to maintain. A strange contrast, given the nature of the circumstances you’d both found yourselves in, with no intention or connection inside what’s meant to be a private room.

“No, no. I want to ask you, personally,” you say, planting your body beside hers. You have a hand brushed against her cheek, unsure of what to do next, sharing breaths. “I mean, it must be tiring to accommodate everything your guests want—”

“It’s part of the job,” she interrupts, shaking her head, smiling so sweetly it makes your heart melt. “So go on. Anything you want. I’m down.”

It’s a tough choice. Your eyes wander aimlessly, basking in the sights and smell of her lithe body, observing her with as much detail as possible, thinking which part would feel amazing pressed between your hands and cock.

Missionary. From behind. On her fours. The list goes on and on. She looks so pliable and foldable to your every whim, and the fact she’s willing to do anything—

“No, I’m not gonna. Tell me what you prefer.”

Nako takes a deep breath. Hesitates for a moment, before saying: “Well, I prefer to be used.”

You lift an eyebrow, confused. “Explain?”

“Like this.”

She then drops to her fours, lurching forward, spreading her ass wide before you, getting herself in position. The panties are dangerously thin, they might as well be non-existent or useless pieces of clothing.

Pulling her hair with one hand, reaching her ass with the other, letting the fabric of her underwear dip ever so slightly, revealing her quivering, sopping cunt. For a moment, it’s the splitting image of those adult videos you’ve previously caught your friend putting on his TV.

For testing purposes, he said. What a load of bullshit. You’re about to have the real thing.

“Use me, please,” she says again, the tone cute, but the intention—anything but. “Rough me up. Toss me around. Make me your fuckdoll.”

A brief glance, a look seeking approval. You pull her panties and thrust her onto your cock, clambering for purchase as your shaft slides in deep, almost popping it out. The overwhelming tightness envelops you wholly, and she begins to drip even before you begin.

Nako mewls.

The noise that escapes her mouth comes out more like a hungry, animalistic, drawn-out hiss, accompanied by her licking her upper lip, unable to comprehend how full she feels at the moment, from how her walls stretch. She hadn’t been lying when she said she preferred to get fucked this way: on all fours.

You press her deep into the sheets, thrusting into her prone, and— Christ.

Her tits just press right into the bed and she buries her head, body shaking to being filled, feeling how full it is. And she loves it. Her toes curl in pure ecstasy, followed by her feet too, like her whole body is giving out all at once.

“Keep going,” she gasps through the muffled sheets, violently shuddering, as her walls continue tightening, practically begging you to hammer into her. Her pleading turns into desperate sobbing as she can’t stop trembling and clawing, tearing, breaking at the seams. “Keep filling me!”

You pull her upright and clutch onto her tiny hips. Grind into her slowly, teasingly, torturing her like how she wants—to be made her your cum dump and nothing more. A deluge of whines and cries and moans are lost into the bed, into the pillows—into her own mind.

She’s no different than your typical adult film star, the ones who lie with their bodies while acting out everything from passion to hate. Everything is done with purpose, her personality now turned into a mold, a box—to please the camera and the audience. She’s no longer human, but a mere object.

Nako’s so bent on being bent over—to give your cock all the attention in the world, with your shaft slamming and leaking its load deep into her holes, giving her nothing more, nothing less. To be the cum dumpster that’s not human, made inhuman by the sheer depravity of it all.

She knows. She loves it. She gets off of pleasing you.

“Tell me how you feel,” you ask in a hushed tone, practically in Nako’s ear as she struggles to turn her head. Her hair sticks on her forehead from the sweat. A flush marks her fair-skinned face, almost entirely red.

“Fuck, yes—I’m all yours!” Nako drools in reply, utterly possessed, grinding desperately against your hips. In return, you continue bucking her at a steady pace, biting on the soft flesh of her shoulder blade, savoring the way she croaks in her throaty scream, swallowing you deeper. “No one else’s. You own me!”

“You can cum whenever you want,” you grunt, spreading her legs further. Forcing her body back. Spilling into her and driving deep, almost making her bounce on your cock. And the bed is doing a hell of a lot of work: the springs and the bed sheets twist and screech underneath, creaking and loudly reverberating. It feels as if it can collapse at any given moment; you can tell this room has seen everything.

“So good—so fucking good—” she coos, the last bit of a thread slipping away into the heat of the moment. Her back arches in bliss as the curve of her waist tightens against you and her eyelids flutter open, pleading eyes seeing past the physical plane.

In her true state, just an unthinking doll, waiting for her next order to serve. Waiting for her next request.

And here she is, as always, the perfect specimen. The perfect toy.

Despite the intoxicating rush that would be brought on by all this—the overwhelming heat, the sensory overload—you’re unable to stop looking. Looking at her plump thighs, her smooth pale skin, her slender waist, and the flawless curve of her small hips that lead up to her unparalleled ass and cute freckled face, her perfect features made even glossier and shinier, and of course, those flawless breasts of hers—

It’s all on display, all yours for the taking. Even if it’s only for tonight.

“So—so fucking close—” she whines out, practically kicking her little feet with every thrust, not wanting this moment to ever end.

Nako is so desperate at this point, feigning to have her holes stuffed and womb filled. As if wanting to become you and you alone—become one through sex, not to just fuck but to let you know how much she feels, and that’s you’d already won over her soul.

Your hands slip, moving across her sticky skin, making the jolts of sensitivity stronger and building up the prickling sensation more. At this point, her brain has completely gone haywire. A disconnect, not even processing everything anymore, succumbing to the full onslaught of orgasmic pleasure, cumming. Over and over, without the end coming in sight.

The last thread slips, and she can no longer hide it, no longer hold it in, letting it wash over, overtaking her senses entirely, consumed by the abyss. She cums hard on your cock, trying to hold on to something, but not enough because she’s completely limp, falling to the bed.

You try your best to pull out.

“Fill me up,” she purrs in a throaty, broken voice. Half-conscious from the pleasure, she arches her back to present her shapely rear and clenching walls. And while the orgasm hasn’t left her yet, she seems so complacent to just lay down and be nothing more, more akin to a puddle than the professional servicer from earlier. “Don’t hold a single thing back—”

And you do exactly that.

A few deep strokes into her inviting cunt, filling her to the brim, cock buried to the sheath. With a pained, wanton cry, she orgasms again.

Her body goes stiff, eyes open wide, head arching back, and she squeaks and writhes and wiggles helplessly as a flood of cum rushes gushes out her pussy. It’s warm, it’s hot, it’s intense. Her legs spasm, heels shaking, as every pump feels like it could break the walls of her tight little cunt.

It hurts. Yet feels so goddamn good, she wants it all.

Every twitch makes her leak, coating your cock in a thick sheen of nectar, gripping your cock, her walls pulsating, massaging, demanding the last of your resolve.

It’s what ends you too.

After a few short moments and several sharp, desperate breaths, you finally, truly release everything, feeling your load finally burst.

Your first thrusts are quick. Deep, heavy. Deliberate. Slowing gradually until your final strokes—where you finally, truly let out an eruption of pent-up cum, spilling everything in long, sticky flecks directly into her eager little pussy. Each twitch, each surge makes Nako clench and whine and push back on your cock, until your balls empty directly into her deepest depths, draining every ounce into her dripping, sensitive walls.

Your hips and shoulders shake involuntarily from the intensity of it all. With a final, satisfying exhale, you unplug the stretched lips of her sloppy little cunt and let the rest spill out like a lazy little fountain. The second your cock leaves the warmth of her inviting little entrance, her body goes slack. The muscles that held her firm all throughout have gone to sleep.

“Don’t keep it all inside—” Nako says, as her head lolls, completely losing track of herself, cum leaking out in thick, gelatinous droplets. “More—give me more—”

A pleased little sigh is the last she hears, as the aftermath of your release and subsequent explosion leaves her unknowing, her limbs and joints continuing to flop, her mind lost in a sea of lavicious stupor.

“Shit, holy—”

You flop over right beside her, your limbs already giving out on you, cock still rock solid from her performance.

With a half-conscious moan, her lower half wilts and gives way, your load trailing down her inner thighs in small rivulets. The amount of wetness, the overflowing stream of cum to her own juices and sweat—it’s as if the bed can’t contain it.

Nako lies still, in her daze, slowly descending from the euphoria high. Catching her breath with each shallow inhale. It’s evident she’s only still half-aware; disbelief and fear crease her brows.

You cup the side of her flushed face and she turns to you, resting a hand on top of your chest. Her soft touch feels distant and uncertain.

“You—I haven’t felt this full—in a long time—”

“Sorry,” you quietly mutter, rolling over to grab a towel from nearby. “I just—lost it—”

“Don’t apologize,” she shakes her head vehemently, pulling you back by the hand. “That means I did my job well. Right?”

You can’t help but smile. Her tender, innocent eyes demand it—as if you didn’t just fuck her brains out and silly.

“Sure you did.”

“Please—if you want, keep going,” she adds, tugging you back to bed with her. “The service is available for the duration of your stay.”

“Would you like my number?” asks Nako, suddenly changing the atmosphere from blinding, reckless sex to—whatever this is.

She’s resting on your chest while you’re both on the living room couch. The sleep you’d been wanting earlier has long disappeared; it’d already been the early hours of the day, after you’ve emptied yourself inside her hole several times over—pussy, ass, tits, mouth, turning her into a canvas for all your repressed sexual desires.

With her, there were no limits—as in, to how much you fucked her, where you fucked her, and how many times she graciously took it. She reveled in it, basked in how she was used liberally, how she took it in every position, how you made her sticky and wet that the only reason she’s not a glorified spider web is because you had her in the shower too, and how you tossed her around to the point that walking feels like an impossibility for someone like her.

The offer she’s putting forth has left your brain frazzled.

“Here’s my number, please consider it. I’m free on the weekends, so call me anytime.”

Nako hands over a tiny paper slip, a bit crooked, and covered in layers of crumples and dirt. And for some reason, you’ve suddenly got an urge to give it a big fat lick, as if it were imbued with her scent.

“No,” you reply firmly.

“Hm?” she looks puzzled, wondering if she’s heard right. She repeats, but with a timid smile this time. “No?”

“Do you even care? Like, do you do this with every guest you’ve fucked?”

“I’m very happy with my job,” she confirms, the faintest traces of red crossing her cheeks as her thighs involuntary twitch. You glance down, spotting her dripping hole, obnoxiously wet it’s not even funny. So are her nipples, her chest heaving—every breath reminds her of what you just did to her, every inch. “It makes me feel more human.”

It’s at this moment she stops thinking. Stopped, now that it’s all said and done, about how her being fucked several times over doesn’t even faze her at this point, all the way to the faint indents of her bruised skin where the impact has gone.

In an instant, Nako moves in closer, pulling herself onto your lap. Knowing the outcome, you try your hardest to resist. “Wouldn’t you—”

“Again?”

“Yes. It’s so fucking good—I can’t get enough—”

The very thought arouses her again. Your cock is crying for help, unable to handle another round at this point. Still—this doesn’t make her think.

How her holes were stuffed full, how they were being pried apart by your massive cock. How your size was perfectly shaped and fit her needs, both figuratively and literally. The sheer fact she wanted you. Needed you, in fact. That the woman sitting next to you is no stranger; a nymphomaniac who’s in perpetual heat, whose panties could drop at any second of the day just at the very mention of getting fucked.

Nako presses in harder, forcing you to lay back on the couch.

“Let’s have sex till the sun rises,” she whispers into your ear, running fingers gently on your jawline, tracing down to your collarbone. “I’m all yours—free of charge.”

It gets to a point.

You gently push her off. “Nako, please. Calm down.”

Thankfully, she obliges. Not that she wouldn’t be able to assert herself over you; you could pick her up handily and set her on a table like glorified decor.

The only reason you’re stopping this is because you’re at your goddamn limit.

“We could keep going, but I kinda wanna try a few things, if you’re comfortable,” you begin, gently patting her shoulder. Nako’s eyelids droop, staring at you blankly, not saying anything as she plays with herself, mind still whirling into the abyss of desire and pleasure, waiting for your word.

For as much as she’s basically a JAV actress moonlighting as a hotel staff member straight from one of those films, you don’t wish to have her stamina and deviancy. On the contrary, the way she can get off and bask in the pleasure—you wonder how that would feel too. How her hands work those tight, tired, tense parts of her body. How they play with those plump little breasts—your eyes wandering once again, drawn to their softness.

So you gently fondle her chest again. Watch her wince and react with every little touch, grunt and moan as you tease her erect little nipples, caressing the underside of those beautiful mountains, and then back at her nips, till she’s whimpering, her little nub puffy and red from constant play.

It’s hypnotizing, really. For a while you get lost.

The whole of Nako’s body is glistening with sweat, her curves glistening and lithe, and all yours for the taking; though after another, a brief moment of reality hits, and you come up with an idea.

“Sit back.”

There’s a certain eagerness in Nako’s demeanor now, as if you’ve hit her happy button. Something primal takes over, as her tongue pokes through, teeth visible. She does exactly as she’s told.

“Now spread yourself for me.”

And she does it almost immediately, natural, like its muscle memory; legs wide, aching, throbbing core on full display, just as you instructed.

“Touch yourself.”

Nako looks up at you expectantly. Waiting for the rest of the order. “Like—just with one hand or—”

The poor girl really does want you. The longer you look at her—that splayed, glistening slit of hers, contrasted with her cute, seemingly innocent face—you feel bad. Like you should be doing something else to help her get the pleasure she wants.

But you hold your resolve. It helps to have an aching body slowly, surely recovering. Maybe this is the kick you need.

You place a kiss on her lips, holding her face between your hands. Then take her tiny hands into yours, showing them what you want. You press the flat of her fingers right along the seam of her pussy.

“Get it all sensitive,” you command, breathing heavy against her lips, feeling her ragged breaths on yours as she gently kisses you again, savoring your taste. “Look at how wet you are.”

You push the pad of her fingers down, slipping them in. Feeling her smooth, velvety pussy walls, tracing a path towards her soaked, swollen clit. Nako is unbelievably slick, soaked in both her juices and your load.

Her arousal is obvious, too—and it’s clear Nako can’t get enough. Can’t imagine anyone ever has taken her with such force. To take her without regard, over and over. Most of those guys, she says, are one and dones; they get their one round and tap out.

But not this time. Not you.

Instead, you guide her fingertips past the engorged, little button of her clit, through her tiny pink lips. Focusing her attention on the inside, your hand upon her nub.

She is helplessly aroused and exposed. And she loves it. Loves how you’ve made her feel.

“Keep going. Maybe I can fuck you one more time if you show how bad you want it,” you say, asserting full authority over her.

Slipping her digits past her tight hole again, gathering up a generous load of your spendings from her used pussy. Then bringing her back up and drawing little circles upon her throbbing, aching nub, playing with her with the very essence of your claim.

Nako shudders erratically, struggling to keep her eyes on the prize. You’re fingering her deep, reaching where no other could. Her muscles flutter and squeeze, her walls trying to draw your thick digits inside.

“Fuck me, please. My pussy needs to be full again,” she says, mouthing sloppily against your skin. Each touch leaves you feeling warm, wanting. It’s as if Nako is throwing her own will away; nothing else matters, the way her back arches and ass tries to move closer, giving you a deeper angle.

You leave fresh little hickeys and bruises along her neck and collarbone, smirking as she melts into you and then tenses when her fingers begin working overtime. Circles on her little pink button, and the occasional, feathery graze around the entrance, which she thinks is teasing. It’d be effortless to stick a finger inside, but this is just torture.

“Your hole is so used. I barely have to do a thing,” you breathe, continuing your own torment on her swollen, puffy, throbbing bud. Nako just quivers, barely keeping her fingers at a steady rhythm, having trouble staying conscious. “Tell me how bad you want it.”

“So bad—please—”

Nako is struggling to catch breath. Her nails begin to curl into the fabric, gripping to the armrest, giving her something to hold onto.

“Please,” she whispers, closing her eyes and melting into it all, in utter bliss. Inhaling, exhaling. Steadily at first, until you really start grinding her, her little mouth open as she breathes hard, hot breath against your skin, her forehead resting heavily on your shoulders, her little cries turning into pained screams.

“Tell me,” you grunt. She is so light, yet somehow a dense, solid thing. She holds herself atop your arm with one trembling hand, the other hand deep inside her. “Tell me what you fucking want.”

She is hot, inside.

And even hotter and wetter outside.

Nako moans, shaking uncontrollably as her body flexes, as she keeps herself upright and present as much as she can manage. She moans with the barest syllables, mumbling with a drunken, disembodied slur, eyes opening to a drowsy flutter, half-shut and spaced out, the sweet little kitten looking like the exact opposite, which makes you only harder.

“I thought you fucking wanted this,” you can’t help but remark, in awe at how deep in ecstasy she’s drowning over you.

“I—do,” she whines, her first words in a while, though they come out difficult and tight, breathy—like the very act of speaking knocks the wind from her lungs. She’s so engrossed in bodily bliss, in pleasure and nothing but pleasure. It feels so natural.

“Fuck me, please—” Nako manages, looking so pretty, so hopeless when her eyes half open and a sheepish smile covers her lips. “You’re so big and it hurts so good every time you put it in.”

The urge to just shove Nako over the armrest is great—that way you can completely, wholly cover her. Replace her, and erase every hint of a mark with yours. Make it so no other can touch, even hint at having been so deep inside her. And more: make Nako not a stranger to how another person’s touch should be, make her a complete shell of the person who once was.

“Is that what you want? For me to break your tiny, little body—right here, right now?” you taunt with each breath, grinding harder, adding another digit to the already rough, fast circles she’s making, feeling the same reaction she had mere moments prior.

And Nako could do anything else, yet chooses the opposite. “Yes,” she mutters out, her free hand rolling across her tit and finding the nipple you’d been teasing her all evening. It’s been sucked, licked, bitten so many times at this point, her nub’s the smallest, reddest color.

And it doesn’t take more than just one lick across her nip, your hand coming down and up, between the tiniest crevices, landing at her button, the rhythm—just barely—so fast, and yet so languid, making it all hurt and burn so, so pleasurably, and all of that is enough to push her over the edge.

“Good,” you grumble out, letting her continue, feeling the flesh around her breast and nipple ripple against the flat of her tits, pinching her sensitive, little nub in the process. “You are so fucking gorgeous right now, so good, Nako.”

Another shudder rips through, her legs tightening to the point you have to pull her in and away, forcing her back against your body.

“Don’t fucking go, I got you.”

Nako manages a small, faint nod as a silent understanding. A plea.

“Let it all out,” she gasps. “My pussy wants more of you,” she continues, in an almost lucid, lost voice, before completely losing herself.

And you give her exactly what she wants—more of you.

Shoving your cock into her inviting, aching cunt, plunging deep into her womb, leaving no room to breathe. You’ve got Nako spread wide, legs kicked all the way up, rolled up like a ball as you take a moment to savor the feeling of her tight pussy welcoming your shaft once more.

You feel Nako’s muscles reflexively clenching against your fingers, twitching and convulsing, a primal, unconscious urge that you know for sure is a silent invitation. She gyrates against you as best as possible, fucking herself against you like a mindless whore, mind in complete overdrive as your fingers only tease her, and her mind and body a broken mess.

All of it leading her to another wonderful, messy climax. Her nails dig deep, clawing into the armrest, eyes and tongue sticking out.

And the force of it shakes her so hard you can barely see her entire body shake in front of you, writhing and convulsing, tossing about with every spurt and squirt that comes rushing. Her soft, inner, most fleshy parts of her cunt are deliciously slick. Tight, almost. The more you continue the rough, crude circles along her swollen, well-fucked clit, the more she releases a thick torrent that drips and slides between her clenched cheeks.

“Would you like another?” you whisper with a cheeky smile, watching the twitch of her tender nub beneath her engorged lips. “Show me how good I make you feel?”

And even though Nako’s completely fucked out and dripping from both holes, unable to string a coherent sentence—unable to stop the rhythm of her own hips bucking and riding your fingers—the hungry gleam in her eyes, the lusty tone of her moans, are indication enough.

“Words, Nako,” you say, trailing a finger down the line of her core to her eager, used hole, coating it in a nice, generous layer of her thick nectar. Her sticky sweetness that smells, and tastes, of you and your combined loads, filling the space. “Say it.”

She tries—she really does. Her head wrenches in different directions, mouth biting down, desperate to find and say the words. Nako’s still stuck, completely consumed by sexual bliss, in ecstasy, eyes staring wildly yet unmoving from her body.

Her hips jerk up in a steady, consistent beat. Grinding and trying to stuff you in, though there’s already enough.

“Words,” you repeat. And for added effect—you tap on her button, still stiff. “Focus, baby girl. Tell me what you want.”

And so Nako whines, tossing her head back as far as she can.

“Please fill me again—again and again and again—”

With each repeat of that one damned word—again, again —ringing in your head like a metronome, you thrust into her cunt faster and faster, ignoring just how sore and still in recovery you are just to give Nako your cock. She sighs and whines and goes hoarse, voice cracking at nearly every other stroke, her folds giving way, smooth and slippery and utterly coated in cum.

Even as a stream of clear slick runs down Nako’s inner thighs, staining the seat of the couch, all you can focus on is the sensation of her insides rubbing, squeezing your length as you pump into her again, your thoughts clouding all coherent reason and only emphasizing the throbbing and need at the base of your spine.

And because you’re just as insatiable—in tune with those primal urges, needing to drive in deeper, and deeper, and deeper, till there’s not a single thought of the other’s, or, till all you’re left thinking and imagining is the other—your shaft repeatedly drills through, stretching her pussy all over again. You don’t pause and slow down and go any easier. If anything you go faster, holding her down.

It’s when Nako, through the blurry haze, gives you a sign. Lips bitten red, eyes rolled back, jaw lax, breathing heavy. Her juices spilling between and sticking onto her lips and thighs.

That’s when you push in a couple more times, a couple more strokes.

And there you come undone.

“Cumming—fuck, Nako—take it—”

“Yes, fuck, fuck, deep in me—please—”

Thrusting, reaching far and deeper, burying the head of your cock into her cunt, sinking against the vice grip that is Nako. Her hole stretches as it sucks you in deeper, drawing you into it with ease, twitching and rippling, milking every ounce of cum that erupts.

This is your final undoing, it seems.

Both you and Nako let loose in a thick, messy climax, an almost obscene display that has her flushed cheeks red, and a gratuitous groan through the daze of her last peak.

You fall upon her. She’s somehow not near unconscious. Or perhaps she is, as her eyes are closed tight, the giddy smile on her lips being the only thing hinting she’s still, somehow, aware and here.

Then suddenly she flinches and breathes heavily, her body seizing up and collapsing.

It happens so quickly, it scares you shitless.

But that is just how Nako is. She’ll ride the high for a bit, and then everything shuts off.

“So much—so fucking full—” she manages to utter, barely audible to the ear, her body seemingly at its limit too, finally conceding it seems—and thank goodness.

The momentary adrenaline wears off; the afterglow hits, and you’re back in reality. Your stamina has limits—and you, especially after tonight—have completely run it ragged.

Perhaps a better part of the night, now morning, as the sun is rising, is to sober up and come back to.

Or maybe—take care of Nako. That should be your first priority, regardless.