Chapter Text
“Wow!”
Hanako’s attention shifted from him to the beach, the sunset halfway submerged in the waves. She took in the sight of all the pinks and purples that filled the sky, giving the night sky a haze that matched that of the room’s lighting. It was less like a backdrop and more an extension of the suite proper.
“It’s so pretty!” She pointed out the window. “You can see all of the beach from here!”
Hanako was right. Even with the distance between himself and the window, the businessman could see the entire beach. From the sands where everyone congregated, to the little cove where they had spent most of the late afternoon, they could see it. He could even make out the hose that danced along the sands, drawing a path from the main beach to the cove, where it was still letting out water. He took a few steps closer to the window, leaving her just out of his arms’ reach.
“Say, how many people do you think saw us?”
Hanako looked over her shoulder, a devious glint in her eye when her gaze met his. He knew her game already.
“What do you mean?” He asked, feigning innocence.
“I mean, if anyone did anything naughty there, I’m sure dozens of people would see it…”
As she spoke, she rose her hands to the sky and interrupted herself as she brought them back. She cooed as she arched her back, and bent her elbows, ceasing the stretch but giving herself enough reach for her fingers to run along the back of her neck. Her shirt barely hid her hands’ motions underneath, giving the businessman a perfect view of her fingers undoing the knot that held her bikini top together. With a roll of her shoulders, it slipped down her neck, and his gaze ran down her body until he saw the top land squarely between her feet.
“Wouldn’t that be exciting?”
She turned around properly, her chest barely hidden by the sheer fabric. He could make out the color of her nipples as they poked out from the thin cloth. The only thing stopping him was how he knew Hanako’s game, and how there was a treat just waiting for him once she finished her line of thought. His mouth watered thinking about what present Hanako would give him this time, and as her hands fell to the bottom of her shirt, his eyes followed.
Once his gaze was down there, she lifted her shirt and spread her legs, letting him see the streaks of white that smeared her inner thighs. With a throb of her pussy lips, another small stream leaked from them and down her right thigh.
“I really wanted to walk with my legs parted so someone could see all we did dribble down my thighs. Wouldn’t it be hot to let some rich strangers know that you’ve marked me as your woman in the most adult of ways?”
A miracle kept his trunks from tearing, the raging throbbing of his boner the next target of Hanako’s lusty glances. She took a step forward and ran her fingers along his bulge, giving it the most precursory of grazes before cupping it. Slowly, she jerked him off through his trunks, thumb teasing the tip whenever possible.
“I know you’re dying to mark me ag—mphh!!”
The businessman crashed his lips against Hanako’s, reducing her words to muffled whimpers as his tongue slid out to play with hers. He pulled her into him, his hands clasped by his abs as he pushed his bulge into her lower belly. She was right: he wanted to mark her again. With a roll of his hips, he let her feel the first mark he was going to leave. He wanted her to know just how far he was going to make her lower belly bulge with cock. Hanako’s hands found his shoulders and squeezed, digging her fingernails into his skin, happy to take his offer.
His hands jerked, a shirt button flying off and landing right above his cock. As the button hit the floor, an idea sprung into his head, and his hands followed up her body, teasing the wet fabric for what would be the last time. Hanako shivered into the kiss, but as he shoveled spit down her throat, it was naught but a murmur. The only real challenge was pulling her away enough for his hands to find her cleavage, but once they did, he grabbed onto that fabric like it was the edge of a cliff.
RIP!
Buttons flew from Hanako’s shirt as he tore it open. The sheer white curtain that hid her skin lifted. The assault of plastic against his musculature was nothing compared to having Hanako’s body revealed to him, just as prime for abuse as it was back on the beach. With a roll of her shoulders, the fabric joined her panties as a lame pile of cloth on the ground. It was a pile that she kicked aside, and once it was out of the way, he pushed her against the glass.
He pulled away from that kiss and grabbed her thigh. He lifted it up, and she eagerly wrapped it around his waist, giving him better access to her cunt. Hanako mewled as his hips rubbed against hers, reacquainting herself with his clothed member; already, her eyes were half-lidded, as if she were complacent about getting her pussy stuffed with cock once again.
“I’m going to mark you until you can’t fucking stand.”
Hanako moaned at his words, and her head lolled back, submitting herself to his pleasure. Her hands glided down his sides, only to stop and squeeze halfway as he plunged two of his thick fingers into her cunt. His knuckles blurred with his pace, fighting the rampant squeezing of her walls around him, and the fleshy slaps of his hand smacking her cunt echoed throughout the suite.
Wet didn’t even begin to describe Hanako’s snatch. Between his own cum and her own juices oozing out of her hole, his fingers had no problem plunging into her. His thrusts forced out the rest of the creampie she was already leaking out into his palm. Her heavy breaths coerced him to keep going, and keep going he did.
“Ahn! Ahn!”
Hanako’s moans grew hitched, and his fingers slowed down, fighting the quickening pace of her pussy’s pulsing. She squeezed his sides tighter, hips rocking against his as she fought for any more pleasure. He resisted the temptation, keeping his pace slow until his fingers slipped out of her, only for her to let out a whimper of frustration.
He bit down on her shoulder and shoved his cum-coated fingers into her mouth, choking her scream into a lust-addled mewl. Hanako didn’t bite his fingers; she licked them and hummed around them and spread them open to clean what was between them. She lathered them with her spit and cleaned her spit off of them, too. Her cheeks hollowed out, and she bobbed her head on them like it was another dick for her to clean off. As she worshipped, he pulled away from her shoulder and the ring of teeth marks he left, letting himself indulge in Hanako being a good slut.
And once there was not a trace of cum on his fingers, she pulled away and licked his palm clean. She licked the puddle of cum in his palm like a saucer of milk before bringing her lips to it to suck it down. Not even the stuff that tried to roll down his palm and to his wrist was safe: she licked it clean as well, making sure that every bit of his cum ended up on her tongue, where it’d end up going down her throat. She leaned in, her breath hot against his lips.
“Yummy.”
He didn’t even need to go further than one bite to tame her.
Hanako rocked her hips against his crotch, smothering his trunks with juices and remnants of his cum. He gave her one push back, enough to get her to cry out against his lips, before pulling his hips away. He reached down to his trunks and finally pulled them off himself, and his cock slapped against her thick thighs, hard and ready to go for another round. His tip oozed pre-cum, adding to the mixture of fluids that were dribbling down her thighs.
He lined himself up, pressing his burning tip against her hole, and crammed every inch of cockmeat into her.
Even before her little show, he didn’t want to give her any more half-measures, but after her little display, all he could think of was bottoming out inside her. He wanted her to feel every inch of his cock slammed into her, stretching her tight cunt out.
Hanako moaned out as she got her treatment, the window squeaking as her sweaty skin grazed the glass. One thrust in, and she was already lost in the throes of pleasure. He wondered if the echo of her daring him to mark her as his woman in the most adult of ways rung through her head as his hips snapped back and he started thrusting into her properly. Through her breathless screams against his lips, he wondered if she knew he was only getting started with her.
He pulled back and enjoyed his view. Her face was red with lust, lower lip jutting out, as if waiting for her tongue to loll past it. Need glazed her half-lidded eyes, nearly black with desire. Her chest rose and fell with her pants when his bottoming out didn’t leave her tits to bounce aimlessly. Hanako’s body was a work of art, one that grew hotter the longer he defiled it.
He was going to make it his.
As he kept thrusting, her body grew taut. Her leg struggled to grapple his waist, and she threw her head back. One of her hands moved down from his shoulder to grope her breast, and she dug into it with the same force she used to dig into his skin. Her cunt clamped down around him, her throbs growing faster and more demanding. All the while, her moans grew louder, higher in pitch, and less coherent.
He was making her his.
Her orgasm didn’t stop him from fucking her. His hips kept at that same quick pace, the loud fleshy slaps of skin on skin meshing with the sounds of her cunt sloppily sloshing around him. Her body bucked against the glass, her lower back slamming into it with dull thuds, and his cock was quick to meet up with her movements.
What gave him pause, though, was Hanako’s head tilting down to face him once again, her half-lidded gaze combined with the gentle wobbling of her leg threatening a total loss of balance. There was plenty of room to fuck her on: from the bed to the chairs and couches to the table all the way to the bar and the bathroom if she was adamant about being treated like one of his women.
He grabbed that wobbling leg and hoisted her up; for how curvy she was, she was light. She was easy enough to carry around while he kept stirring his cock inside her, drawling out little mewls all the while. He kept pistoning his hips, basking in the moans and jitters of her thighs as he peeled her off of the window, leaving but a halo of sweat on the window of her silhouette.
That was merely the first of many marks he would leave on this room, and slowly, he turned around and faced his next target: the bed.
First, though, he stood still, pushing his hips into her and jostling her around in his grasp. Her hands grasped on his shoulders and her legs wrapped tightly around him, but in terms of support, that was all from him. His hands were planted on her ass, squeezing the undersides of those thick cheeks that jiggled whenever his balls threatened to smack them. He kept pushing his tip as far into her as he could, forcing her cervix to withstand him knocking against it.
And, for the first time, it was his turn to let out some filth unprovoked.
“You like it when a man treats a woman properly?”
Hanako leaned in, brushing her nose against his collarbone. She took a deep breath of his musk before letting her tongue run along the crevice between his pecs to collect a rivulet of sweat. A positive-sounding murmur was her ultimate answer, and a rock of her hips seconded it.
He could feel his peak growing closer. His pace doubled, with only half of his cock being pulled out of her.
“Getting fucked like a little slut?”
He couldn’t even get his words out properly. All he could see was Hanako’s thick curves jiggling through the mess of stars clouding his vision. Every bit of blood went to his cock, milked expertly by random throbs from Hanako’s cum-greedy hole. With the way it teased every nerve, it was like she knew she was getting her next fill.
All Hanako could reply to his question with was a moan and her bouncing as best as she could in his hands, trying to buck back against his thrusts. Her lips latched onto his skin and she sucked, basking in how firm his body was, how masculine he was, how much he was meant to fuck like how she was meant to be fucked.
He was close, but he wasn’t done yet. He pulled a hand away from her ass to give her a rough spank, which was enough for her to pull away and look up at him with rapt attention, or at least as rapt of attention as she could give as she grew closer to yet another orgasm.
“You like knowing you’re about to be my little cumdump?”
Before she could answer him, he forced her down and pushed his hips up, cramming every inch of himself as he stuffed her full of yet another load of seed. He gave her womb another flood of his cum, shooting thick shots that painted the entirety of it white. He carelessly filled her with warmth.
Hanako once more answered with a breathy moan, and her eyes fluttered shut as she rode his orgasm out, the threat of her own coming to elongate it filling her mind. She couldn’t hold it back. She loved the feeling, and she came, her cunt milking out every drop she could. He was wrong. She didn’t enjoy knowing she was going to be his cumdump: she loved being it.
His climax did not stop. He rewarded her with more of his cum pumping directly into her womb, filling her to the point of excess. It was already dripping down the sides of his cock already; her cunt once again had reached full capacity. All he could do was feel it roll down his cock and down to his balls while Hanako’s pussy dutifully milked the rest of it out of him.
As the orgasm shifted to afterglow, his cock stayed hard, but he shuddered as he made his first attempt to pull himself out. Hanako’s grip eased on his shoulders and she brought a hand down to her belly, feeling a slight bit of bloat in her womb. She was so full, and he was still so hard; there was so much excess cum, all of it dribbling down his balls and falling lamely to the tiled floor.
With some patience, he pulled out, and his cum leaked out of her, smearing his cock and her inner thighs with a mixture of their cum. Hanako looked down and licked her lips, hoping the sag in his arms meant that she’d be free to sink down between his legs and clean him up once again.
However, he mustered enough strength to bring Hanako to the bed, and he plopped her down onto it before crawling into it himself. With heavy, labored breaths, he rested his back against the cushions and laid there, collecting his bearings. He was nowhere near done; as long as that woman was in his peripherals, his cock was going to be hard. He just needed a moment to regain his breath, to bask in the feeling of his afterglow, to watch as Hanako crawled between his legs.
“So dirty… I should clean you up.”
His hips left the bed as her tongue ran along his underside, his overstimulated nerves catching barely a break. She mewled as he brought his balls to her lips and planted a ginger kiss against the wrinkled skin before he dropped his hips. Her tongue lolled out, dragging along his skin once more, running from the base to his tip, and she collected the small bead of pre-cum that greeted her when she lapped at his slit.
Hanako opened wide, and his cock slid down her throat once again. She didn’t need his hand running through her hair to fuck her own face.
The businessman groaned as she slid her lips up and down, smothering him with saliva and warm breaths. Not even his hips thrusting into her stopped her rhythm, his tip ripping retches out of her throat regardless of who pulled back. Her throat bulged with pride, bobbing back and forth as her drool grew thicker around him. She didn’t pull away, though: even as her throat-sop dribbled past her lips and pooled at his base, she kept fucking herself, keen to indulge in his taste all the same.
He reached down, seeking to reward her behavior, and as his fingers ran along her inner thigh, Hanako paused, a shudder running through her spine. He rubbed in slow circles, not even coming close to her folds. She stayed still and choked her moans on his cock. When his fingers ran along her folds, she twitched violently against them before lifting away, desperate for a momentary reprieve. He reached higher, and Hanako dodged his fingers’ assault, letting out muffled cries whenever he so much as got close to touching her.
The businessman slowed down his thrusts, and his hand ran up her back to grab her by her hair. Once his fingers locked into the back of her head, he kept her still, fighting her face’s urgent thrusting. She murmured around him as she struggled, her cheeks wrapping tightly around him as she tried to suck so hard that she’d pull more of him in. It didn’t work; his hips stayed pinned to the bed, and he pulled her off with a loud pop. Spit flew from her lips and dribbled down her chin and neck. He looked down at his cock and looked back up at her.
“All clean, right?”
It was Hanako’s turn to look down at the mess she made, composed of nothing but her spit. She hummed at the sight, her tongue slipping out to flick her lower lip. His stare kept its intensity; he caught her and knew damn well what she was doing. If she was so adamant on ensuring his cock didn’t catch a break, her cunt wouldn’t get that luxury, neither.
He obviously wasn’t clean. The strands of drool that clung from Hanako’s lips to his cock were testament to that. Yet, as she leaned in, desperate to lick that sop off of him, he pulled her up, denying her the opportunity. He reached down and grabbed her ass, sinking his fingers into that ample flesh. He dragged her up his body with a rough shove so their lips were flush against one another. Hanako whimpered as she saw the hunger in his eyes, knowing full well that he figured her out. There was time for no more breaks, and he sealed that deal when he pushed her belly against his, smashing his fat prick into her stretched-out cunt.
Before Hanako could backsass, his lips were on hers, his tongue shoved into the depths of her mouth and tangled in a knot with her own. He gave a few rough thrusts of his cock against her pussy, feeling her cunt drooling against him like the excess throat-spit dribbling onto his tongue. Hanako moaned, rolling her hips against his dick and lathering it up with her juices for yet another rough fucking.
The businessman shuffled back and reached down to point his cock straight up, his tip pressed up against her folds. Hanako sank herself down, and he spanked her as a reward for bottoming herself out. His demand was wordless, but Hanako understood it perfectly. She started bouncing up and down, impaling herself on his thick fuckmeat.
The bed squeaked in protest as she put her weight into every thrust, pounding her ass into his hips with reckless abandon. She choked out moans and spit alike into his mouth, which he swallowed and shoveled back into hers. He could feel the lack of tension in her jaw, left agape against his. She tilted her head, the only sign she knew she was even kissing him.
He felt how sensitive Hanako had become, her walls squeezing and milking him dangerously tight already. Her tongue tangling grew oft-interrupted by her panting, realizing how lost she was getting in her cloud of lust. Yet, with all the sparks from her cunt, as his hands ran along her body, her mewls weren’t as loud as he wanted. His hands slid up and down her curves, rubbing her sweat back into her pink skin, his thumbs grazing her ribs and the undersides of her tits.
Hanako’s moaning hitched. He was getting somewhere.
While she rode, he took this time to explore the rest of her body. He reached up to grope one of her tits, cupping the heavy flesh and letting it overflow between his fingers. He dug, sinking into her chest and reveling in the way she cried out. Her hips bucked in circles in time to his palm, toggling her pebbled nipple. The businessman hissed as she swirled his cock inside her, toes momentarily curling.
His other hand reached down and groped her ass. He didn’t listen to the whine as his fingernails sunk into her; he wanted to claim this fine piece of ass for himself. It jiggled with every bounce, ripples running along his palm, as she kept bouncing on top of him. He spanked her again; the clap filled the room, and Hanako groaned, a low, wanton moan slobbering into his mouth. With another spank, her cunt clenched tightly, her moans growing less even. His fingers dug into that delicious flesh, and he spread her cheeks apart, revealing what he really wanted to play with. Hanako hilted herself and bucked back and forth the moment she felt him play with her tight asshole.
Even with her riding him, he now had the definitive upper hand.
His finger swirled around her tight hole, running along every ridge of the puckered skin. He felt it ease up, parting just enough to tease him to slip it in. He bucked Hanako as she winked against his finger, leaving her to bounce against him. The bed once more groaned out as she bounced on his lap, her full weight sinking into the springs. Once the initial shock ran through her, her moans sounded and tasted like she was melting at the touch; her hips sunk back, trying to capture the offending digit into her puckered hole.
He pulled his hand away from her ass, saving the thoughts that ravaged his mind for another time. Given how Hanako clamped around him, it wouldn’t be long until he let those fantasies become reality.
The bedsprings squeaked as Hanako’s lap landed on him. Her lips left his, their mess of drool connecting their lips landing on his face. She threw her head back and rolled her hips into his as she came once again. There was little room between the bed and her body for him to push up into her, no way for him to prolong or shorten her climax. He rode out her riding him and reveled in the sinuous waves as her body moved in.
When she finished, though, he wasn’t done. Her body lying limp on top of his was no excuse. She might have been reveling in her afterglow, but she hadn’t made him cum yet. Neither her ragged panting nor her tongue lolled out from between her lips were an excuse. He grabbed her by the hips and dug his fingers into her.
Hanako elicited a squeak. “Sh-shir?”
Her slurred words sent a shock throughout his body, his cock pulsing as his shaft met the cool air between their bodies. He lifted her up, his arms taut, her legs heavy and limp. She tilted her hips, giving him the best angle for his thrusts, and held onto his shoulders.
He resumed pounding.
Before Hanako could scream, the businessman silenced her once again, tongue ready to violate her mouth in the same way his cock plundered her cunt. It took no time to pacify her; she sucked on his tongue the moment it slipped into her lips. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, but no amount of clawing at his collarbones would stop him from his relentless thrusts.
Right now, her pleasure was an afterthought. It didn’t mean that his thrusts couldn’t wrench against her most sensitive spots, and it certainly didn’t mean that Hanako wasn’t loving it: the hiccuped groans Hanako spat into his mouth proved she was receiving collateral pleasure. Her thighs trembled in his muscular hands, and the occasional buck of her hips threatened to pull her out of his grasp; he merely tightened his grasp and kept pounding. The only thing on his mind was fucking this girl until she understood he wasn’t one to fuck with, until he filled her holes so much that she couldn’t even think about teasing another man again without getting red in the face.
He held her there and fought the thrashing of her thighs, kicking his hips and outer legs. Every scratch against his chest was a mark of honor he wore proudly, and fueled his desire to mark her back with his seed. Her pussy clenched dangerously around him already, her next orgasm coming quicker than he thought, and he was feeling his own limit coming closer. He dug into her curves as his vision grew hotter, streaks of white smearing his mind’s eye when his eyes closed tight. Her cunt was dangerous, every squeeze a wanton beg for him to give her his cum that he simply couldn’t ignore any longer.
His hips thrust up, and his back arched, making sure every millimeter of cock was inside her before he gave Hanako her reward.
He felt his climax throughout his entire body, from his toes digging into the bed to the rush going up to his eyes. Only the throbbing around him let him know he had brought Hanako to cum with him, even if it were by complete accident. Not that he minded; she milked him expertly, her throbs helping every buckshot of hot seed shoot out of him and directly onto her cervix. He resumed painting her, re-filling her womb, knowing full well that his cum would end up leaking onto him the moment that he pulled out.
As Hanako’s weight finally caught up to him, and his arms rested against the bed, he pulled away from her lips, a devilish grin on both their faces. Hanako leaned in and licked off some of the spit off his chin and followed it up with a few gentle kisses that went from his chin and down his jawline.
The businessman rolled them over before she could start kissing his neck, but not even that stopped Hanako from trying to descend and get yet another taste of cock. For her insubordination, he turned her around and pressed her face against the bed.
“Trying to sneak in another taste?” He asked, his hand running along her cheek and up her face until he found her bangs. He pulled her up just enough to expose her face from the mattress.
“I wanna nother — fhuck!!!”
Hanako’s slurred speech was like a drug to him. Although he was semi-erect inside her, hearing this once-proper-sounding woman let out some slutty, slurred cry brought him to full mast. Before he even knew it, he was pounding her again, his balls grinding against the bed as he prone-boned her.
With one hand on her ass and the other grabbing her by the hair, he gave her his all. His grip foiled any attempts from Hanako to buck her ass back into him. All she could do was clench her thighs and ball her hands into the covers. He forced her to take every slam of his cock, the ever-tightening grasp on her ass cheek, the slight shifts forward from every clap of their bodies.
In this new position, it didn’t take long for Hanako to cum at all. She throbbed so violently around him he felt his previous cum dribbling down his sides and to her entrance. His balls collected the cream that oozed out of her. Her overstimulated cunt gave him pause, as the threat of cumming flashed through his body, but he fought through it; he would not get out of hand because the party was starting.
As her orgasm ceased, Hanako started panting, which was enough for him to slow his thrusts down. Her pants became a whine, and he leaned in, his lips ghosting against her ear.
“Wanna nother?”
He mocked her slurred speaking before pumping back into her, sending Hanako’s thoughts spiraling, replaced with yet another moan. She wrestled his hand to push her hips up, fighting to give him a better angle.
“Ye—mmph!”
He pushed Hanako’s face into the bed, interrupting her answer and leaving her to let out muffled moans instead. As she cried out, he leaned in and ran his tongue along the back of her ear. Even through the bed, Hanako’s scream filled the room, her pussy pulsing irregularly as he drew his tongue back and down her jawline.
He couldn’t believe how sensitive she was getting. To think at one point she was spraying her pussy with cold hose water, and now every stroke of his cock led to another scream leaking out of her. They flowed like her cunt flowed with her juices, a puddle already forming atop the soaked bedsheets right below her clit. As he dragged his tongue along the side of her neck, her screams grew louder, interrupted by heavy pants to collect bearings and breath alike.
He grabbed her by the bangs and pulled her away from the bed. Nothing would mute her and nothing could even muffle her. He let her scream and cry and beg as he kept shaping her cunt into the image of his cock and relished in how it timed perfectly with how she clung around him.
“You chreat meh sho good!”
Every lust-muddled sentence she moaned was fuel to the fire. He needed to trade depth for speed; his cock only left midway before his tip came back to knock against her cervix now, only to kiss it again and again and again. Hanako’s needs overcame the hand on her ass, pulling back with enough force to meet him about halfway. He shoved his hips into her, and even with her bottoming out, he brought her hips back to the bed. With nothing left for his hand to do, he sent it across her ass, sending smacks that left Hanako’s cunt so tight he struggled to move.
At the rate he was going, it didn’t take long for Hanako to cum again.
The businessman didn’t realize how hard he fucked her until she came this time around. Instead of the clenching that he expected from her, not even his roughest thrusts could push forward. She forced him out, and a jet of a mixture of their cum shot out of her hole immediately after. The mixture fell onto the sheets and soaked into it, a hazy white complimenting the clearness of her quim. His tip pressed against her pussy lips and they twitched, her hole throbbing ceaselessly as she rode out her orgasm the best she could.
When he tried to lean in and push himself into her cunt, Hanako whined. Before he could interject about fucking her until she’s satisfied, and him not being halfway done with her, Hanako brought her hands down her sides until they rested at her ass cheeks. She took hold of them, the ample flesh overflowing between her fingers, and she slowly pulled them open. He drooled at the sight of her asshole, his cock throbbing when she winked it at him.
“Pleesh, in heer…” Hanako mumbled, her words but a submissive slur. He lined his cock up with her asshole and leaned in, mumbling into her ear.
“Aren’t you a dirty girl, trying to get away from getting your cunt ruined by showing me that tight ass?”
Hanako merely nodded. There was no time for any sassy comebacks, not with his cocktip pressed up against her asshole. The best she could come up with was a wink, her hole trying to part to take his dick.
He pushed in all of himself in one thrust, and Hanako went silent.
No squeal of pain left her lips, nor did a single moan. Even as his hips clapped against her ass, there was no shift in her heavy, labored breathing. Her hands squeezed the sheets, her knuckles white as her tight hole accommodated his girth. When he looked into her eyes, they were barely open, but what he saw was an abyss of lust, its darkness dominating from pupil to sclera. She arched her back, pushing her belly into the bed, and spread her legs open more, not a single thought of fighting back present in her actions.
This was territory not even her precious Sensei had touched; and in that realization, it took everything in the businessman’s power not to fill her with cum.
“Mmmffghfhgfmhgfhgfgh… paaaahhhh~”
Hanako made noises. Incomprehensible enough not to be cries, and unforced enough not to be moans, noises came from Hanako’s lips. She let out mumbled exhales as he pulled out and deep inhales as he pushed in; her noises were one-to-one with the rocking of his hips. Her asshole clenched tightly, fighting desperately to keep what was left of its virginal state. Yet, with every bottoming out, his balls kissed a pussy that throbbed harder than it did moments before she came.
It was almost a shame that he was going to ruin this hole, too.
“Did your Sensei ever fuck your ass like this?”
His question wasn’t meant to receive an answer; he wasn’t even sure if Hanako was lucid enough to speak. Her silence was a better answer than anything else. She’d answer him with her ass clenching around him, and the spray of her twitching cunt against his balls whenever they touched. Her unrelenting tightness told him all he needed to know, and the telltale feeling of her walls clenching around him, threatening an orgasm after so few rocks, felt like forbidden knowledge.
He picked up his pace, fighting through that tightness and letting the myriad of quim and creampie serve as lube. It wasn’t perfect, but he wasn’t a man who would think to bring lube to a solo beach excursion. It served as a reminder that this girl whom he’d been fucking into oblivion brought it entirely upon herself. Her teasing brought her to this point, having her tightest hole stretched out by his thick cock coated by their sexual excess.
Hanako came violently, but he didn’t care; not even the jet of fluids shooting out of her could stop him. He kept thrusting, giving that tight asshole a good stretching with every snap of his hips. Her squeezes weren’t enough; he knew how to fight her body’s attempts to stop him. This was the punishment she deserved for being such a tease to him, and never had a pair of lust-lidded eyes like hers ever told him the morning after she ever regretted it.
He kept pounding her.
Hanako didn’t even try to fight back. She didn’t push her ass back against him, and her silence persisted. If it weren’t for the quivering of her thighs keeping her ass in the air, he would have assumed she passed out. There was enough life in the gurgled noises that passed from her lips, though, enough fuel for him to keep pounding that tight ass into submission.
She loosened up. Slowly, but surely, with every thrust, she grew less constricted around him. He felt freer, and his pace picked up. Her groans increased in volume, her breathing growing heavier, and she continued to take it. Her back was flushed red, hotter than the streaks of pink that fell to her back’s dimples, and her entire body was glistening. For a moment, he considered painting her back with his cum, but something else took his attention entirely.
“Fhuck meh…”
Hanako spoke. Her words were low and almost incomprehensibly slurred, but she was talking to him again. He obliged, keeping that pace as he drilled her ass, her cheeks clapping against his hips.
“Yeah?” He asked, sending his hand across her ass. “You like getting fucked like this? Harder than your Sensei?”
“Yesh… Fuhck muh ash… Shors…”
He ran his hand from her bangs to her locks proper, getting a better handhold so he could yank her back. As her gaze met his, he gave a noticeably rougher thrust. Her last word was lost on him, and even if every word were a struggle, he wanted to hear her as loud and clear as a cock-broken slut could reply.
“What was that?”
Hanako panted, straining to close her lips so she could repeat herself.
“I shed… Muh ash shores! Shore toy!”
She mouthed it again, but words didn’t come out. He read them, and grinned as he thought he figured it out, but he wanted to revel in this submission more. It had taken all night to get this far, with moonlight flooding the suite; Hanako shimmered underneath that light, giving an angelic quality to her debauched body. It served as a perfect reminder of how she looked when he first locked eyes on her; never did he think she could be so lewd.
Never did he think she’d have him up her ass.
A gasp brought him back to reality. He had been so caught up in just how much he loved being in her ass that he had forgotten to fuck her. Looking down and around his cock, he saw Hanako’s fingers between her legs, giving gentle caresses to her abused clit. She let out muffled sobs with every rub, her ass twitching around his dick. She was trying to beg through those sobs, hoping that he heard it. Heard it he did.
The businessman picked up his pace, her ass jiggling every time he shoved himself inside her. Despite how new it felt, how she had no one in this hole before, he had picked up his pace, fucking her ass just like it was her cunt.
Hanako’s fingers stopped. She let him fuck her instead, the feeling of balls clapping against her cunt better than anything she could do by herself. Her fingers found the bed, and she dug in, sinking her fingernails into the cloth with whitening knuckles. She held on for dear life, unable to do anything but take his onslaught.
Hanako came again, and again, and again. She grew lost in the bliss of having her ass fucked, her mind reeling as she slobbered out groans into the nearest pillow. Her ass kept clenching, only to be torn apart by his rough thrusts. When one orgasm ended, another began, continuing the deluge of pleasure that racked through her entire body.
The stranger kept plowing senselessly into her throughout her never-ending orgasm. His hips marked her ass a deep red, his cock stretching her once-tight ass. He had used her to her limits, her body barely keeping itself upright to let him fuck it. Even the polite yet bratty veneer had left Hanako, with whatever sobs, trying to carry words in them naught but admissions of her own submission.
It was not enough.
Before Hanako’s thighs could give way, he flipped her over, keeping that dick inside her ass even as her back met the ground. He crawled on top of her, lifting her ass up and off the sheets. He looked into that lost expression, lips just parted enough for her to let out her groans: it was a perfect target for his spit. Some landed on her lower lip, and her tongue slipped out to run along that slathered slobber.
Hanako spread her legs. If she had any more energy, she might have wrapped those legs around him. For now, though, she just let him play with his toys.
He played.
He slammed his body into that ass, pushing every bit of himself into her with every thrust. Balls pressed up against her tailbone and his belly smacked against her twitching cunt, remnants of leaking creampie landing on his abs that dripped off and onto her belly. Choked out gurgles of mangled words left her lips instead of moans, ass clenching in time with her grunts. He examined his art, watching her curves jolt with every smack of their bodies. It was the look of a brat properly tamed.
It was enough of a sight to bring him dangerously close to his peak.
He squeezed Hanako’s shoulders, closed his eyes, and started pummeling, treating her ass like her throat or her cunt. He stretched her out, her hold giving just enough resistance to massage his prick without having to work to spread her out. It felt beyond words, his cock spewing out burning pre into her depths.
His abs seized with every grunt she let out, the clenching growing tighter as she balled her hands into fists. She was still, but her body was fraught with tension, like the spring that would grow tight in her belly whenever she grew close had been pinched. Every move shocked Hanako, her body’s attempts to jerk earning throbs from his cock.
The businessman started seeing white the further he plowed her. He could feel the soreness filling his body, the aches of pleasure taking his toll on him, too. She might have been an oversensitive mess, but he wasn’t that far behind. His balls were noticeably lighter with every smack, the brewing seed that once filled them relegated to one last load that was already rushing through his lower body.
He seized completely, bottomed himself out, and shot his last load deep into the confines of her ass. The last thing he felt as his consciousness left his body was the way Hanako’s ass clenched around him, desperate to bring his softening dick back up for one more round.
That was the last that the businessman expected to see from Hanako.
It was a tad disappointing to learn that once he came to, she had departed already, not even having any time to talk or share breakfast or anything of the sort. He had hoped that there were a few moments where they could talk about the sex, or at least cuddle. Part of him thought she would have woken him up with a blowjob and that it surprised him she never did.
Regardless, all of those thoughts were rather meaningless. He had classes to teach. The end-of-vacation sex marathons were pointless to think about, and Hanako was a part of that. They weren’t supposed to meet again. She would have, at the very least, given him something like a number to call if it weren’t the case. He wasn’t that guy anymore; he was Mr. Teacher-or-another, guest lecturer at Trinity Academy, incapable of thinking anything lewd or otherwise career-ruining.
He opened the door to his first lecture, seeing the myriad of people who were in the room chatting amongst each other. Yet, even before he could make his way to his desk, he saw someone in the corner with a dark, knowing grin on her pale face.
"Morning, Sensei~"
He was going to be Hanako’s teacher.