Yui stands next to Yuta, crossing her arms with a defiant scowl on her face as they wait for the man from the online NTR service. The breeze rustles her twintails while she occasionally glares at Yuta
"Seriously, Yuta? You actually think this is going to be enjoyable for you?" Yui huffs and rolls her eyes. "Fine. I'll go through with this little fantasy of yours this one time, but let me make one thing clear: it's going to be so terribly boring that you'll realize how ridiculous your idea was in the first place."
Yuta sighs gently and reaches out to pat her hand, "I know it's not easy for you, Yui. Its just this one time I promise."
Their conversation comes to a halt when a car pulls up in front of them. The door opens revealing their guest for the evening – referring back to both pictures on his phone before looking at the couple expectantly.
The man is 6'5" tall, well muscled, with shoulder length black hair. "This Yui and Yuta?" He asks.
"Yes..." she mutters distantly as her eyes wander over the man before snapping back to meet his gaze "This is me...and this is my boyfriend Yuta." Her tone suggests a mix of anger and determination not to show any interest in the stranger standing before them. She maintains eye contact with him, daring him to say anything further or make any advances that would betray his intentions.
Her body language remains rigid and defiant, arms still crossed in front of her chest as she awaits whatever sick game Yuta has set up for them tonight.
"Good. I'll be your bull for tonight." He says, stepping into the room proper and closing the door behind him.
"Bull...?" She snorts derisively "More like you're the prize animal at some sick circus." Her tone drips with sarcasm as she crosses her arms even tighter across her chest, trying to ward off any unwanted advances or feelings of desire that might creep up unexpectedly.
She glares daggers at Yuta, who looks a mixture of nervous and excited at the same time. She knows he wants this for his own twisted satisfaction...but part of her can't help but feel slightly aroused by the fact that someone else is going to be touching her like this tonight.
"Oh I'm a prize alright." I say with a wink. "So. Shall we start?"
Hesitating only briefly before summoning her inner courage (or is it just the desire to prove herself wrong?), she nods curtly at the man, slowly uncrossing her arms and taking a step closer to him. "Fine...let's get this over with." Her voice comes out harsher than intended, but whether he interprets that as arousal or simple anger is anyone's guess.
She stands close enough for him to touch now; his hands fumble at his sides unsure of how to make the first move while their eyes lock onto each other in a fierce competition over who will back down first. Her heart races, but she refuses to admit any pleasure from the situation...especially not when Yuta is watching her like this with hungry eyes.
"Make your move," she challenges him through gritted teeth, daring him to break through her facade of indifference and force her to feel something against her will.
I pick Yui up and carry her to the bed. I lay her down on the matress with her legs hanging off the end. Lift her legs up, her skirt flipping out the way as I remove her panties. Dropping to my knees in front of her, l lower my head between her thighs and burry my tongue deep in her snatch.
Her breath catches in her throat as the man's head dips between her legs, the warmth of his breath tickling against sensitive flesh. Her body tenses at first, surprised by this unexpected intrusion and the alien sensations washing over her. His tongue swirls expertly around her clit, making her gasp and squirm beneath him. She tries to push him away but finds herself unable to resist the foreign pleasures assaulting her sensitive spots.
Her mind screams at her not to enjoy this...not to want more of whatever he's doing...but despite her best efforts, she can feel heat rising in her cheeks and a strange pressure building low in her belly. Her hips arch off the bed involuntarily as his tongue expertly teases and massages her most sensitive area. The pleasure is overwhelming, nearly painful, and she knows that if he keeps this up much longer there's no way she'll be able to deny how good it feels.
With a muffled curse, she claws at his shoulders, desperate for him to go faster or harder...but mostly just wanting to feel something other than the pleasure burning through her veins right now.
I wrap my arms around her thighs, holding her legs in the air as he eat her out like full course meal.
Her cries of pleasure muffled against the bedding as he continues to feast on her sensitive flesh. Her body is tense, hands clawing at the sheets in an effort to ground herself and retain some semblance of control over this escalating situation. But it's no use; every stroke of his tongue sends shivers of pleasure coursing through her body, leaving her trembling and helpless beneath him.
Her mind is a jumble of conflicting emotions: anger at Yuta for setting up this whole thing, embarrassment at being so easily reduced to moans and squirms beneath another man's touch, and an inexplicable thrill at the way his expert fingers are driving her wild. She tries desperately not to enjoy this...to prove that she doesn't care what he does or how it feels...but with every lick and stroke, it becomes harder and harder for her to maintain that façade.
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as the pleasure builds inside her, threatening to overwhelm everything else. Her hips rock helplessly against his face, seeking some sort of relief from the exquisite agony coursing through her veins. She bites down on her lip hard enough to taste blood...anything to distract herself from how good this feels and remind herself that she's still in control...or at least trying to be.
I hug my arms around her upper thighs, holding them tight as her legs drape lazily over my shoulders. My face is firmly held against her crotch, my tongue burried deep in her snatch as I tounge-fuck her. I can feel her pussy getting wetter and wetter by the second. I can feel her pussy clamping down around my tongue as I flick my tongue along her g-spot over and over again.
"Nnnngh..." Her cries mingle with the sound of wet flesh slapping against her thighs as his tongue continues its relentless assault on her most sensitive areas. Her body is arched tightly off the bed now, each muscle taut and trembling from the effort of keeping herself under control...and failing miserably. Every stroke of his tongue feels like a thousand tiny sparks igniting inside her, spreading heat and need throughout every inch of her being.
She grips handfuls of the bedsheets, grinding them into her palms as she tries to focus on something...anything else besides the pleasure coursing through her veins right now. Her breath comes in ragged gasps; her chest heaving as if she'd been running a marathon. She can feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge, her mind screaming at her not to let go...not yet.
But it's no use; with every swirl of his tongue around her g-spot, every flick against her sensitive bundle of nerves, she slips farther and farther away from whatever semblance of control she thought she had left. Her hips rock helplessly against his face, seeking release...craving the euphoria that can only come with an orgasm. But even as it edges closer, she fights against it, refusing to give in so easily...not when Yuta is watching her like this with those hungry eyes.
With but a few more licks, she comes completely undone. Her hips grind hard against his face as her legs reflexively wrap around his head. Her pussy explodes, cumming like an unleashed dam. Her eyes glass over as her entire nervous system lights up like a Christmas tree, an lustful groan of unprecedented intensity rips out of her throat.
Her entire body tenses and shudders as wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure washes over her, leaving her spent and weak beneath the man's expert ministrations. Her eyes squeze shut tightly, trying to block out everything around her except for the sensation of his tongue and fingers touching her most intimate places. With a whimper, she releases the bedsheets and instead grasps at the stranger's hair, holding him close as he continues to feast on her helpless body.
Her mind is still reeling from the intensity of her orgasm; every nerve ending seems to be lit up with pleasure. But even as her body begins to calm down and recover, she can feel herself growing more aroused once again. It's an embarrassing and thrilling sensation all at once: a mix of shame for enjoying this so much and excitement knowing that it was all part of Yuta's twisted fantasy.
She bites her lower lip hard enough to draw blood, trying desperately not to moan as the man works his magic between her legs. Her hips begin to shift again, subtly rocking against his face in silent plea for more...for something else...she isn't quite sure what. All she knows is that this feels too good to stop now, and despite her best efforts not to enjoy it, there's no denying how much she does.
He pulls away, strings of saliva connecting his tongue to her labia as her fem-cum drips from his face. "You really blasted me there. You're really pent up, aren't you?" I ask, looking at her face from between her legs.
Blinking blearily up at him through hooded eyes, she gives him a sultry smile despite her reddened cheeks. "You have no idea..." she rasps hoarsely, still gripping handfuls of his hair as if she's not quite ready to let go just yet. Her breathing is ragged from exertion and pleasure, her nipples hard against the fabric of her bra as she waits for him to make his next move.
It's a strange sensation: being this aroused and needy after coming so hard...but there's something about being touched by another man that does things to her body she never knew were possible. The thought both terrifies and excites her in equal measure, leaving her feeling exposed and vulnerable despite the distance between them. She wants him to touch her again...needs him to make her feel like this one more time before this is all over...before she has to go back to being Yuta's girlfriend.