Chapter 1 The Shame and Humiliation of Confusing a Beautiful Fiancée
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In the spacious honeymoon suite of Hotel XX, two men sat at the bar by the window sipping watered-down whiskey, their eyes focused on the center of the room. There were two women stripping like strippers.
Short-haired mature woman Yoshiko Hongo, as if enjoying being watched by a man, wiggles her ass so that her mini-skirt falls to her feet. The black embroidered half-bowl bra especially emphasized the cleavage of her snow-white breasts, and the same black bikini trunks clung to her plump ass. Probably attending a bodybuilding salon, the beautiful curves of her body did not resemble a thirty-five year old woman.
The voluptuous curves from shoulder to ass were revealing the flesh of a mature woman. A smile floated out of the corners of Yoshiko’s mouth as she looked over to the man. Then her hand reached behind her back and removed her black bra. Bending her upper body, she wiggled her protruding ass like a stripper, and then pulled her black panties down to her feet. Smooth, snow-white thighs, hiding her pubic hair with her hands, looking toward Kiyomi Yumoto, who stood standing next to her.
Kiyomi, contrary to Yoshiko, stood with her head bowed with an overwhelmed expression. Urged by the sight of the men to pull down the top of the suit, her hand stopped there.
“What’s the matter with you? I can help if you won’t take it off yourself.”
Tachibaru Hongo, an obese man sitting at the bar watching a strip show, said to Kiyomi. Kiyomi looked up with a pleading look at Yasuhisa Kano, who was sitting next to Hongo.
Yasuhisa is Kiyomi’s fiancé and decides to hold a wedding ceremony in three months.
“Kiyomi, I can be alone with you if you’re too shy to take it off in front of your future husband.”
Hongo’s beer-barrel belly, peeking out of his bathrobe, rippled violently as he laughed. Kiyomi still hesitates for a moment. Then lifts her head as if she’s figured it out. With her back to the two men, Kiyomi unbuttoned her shirt one by one. As she took off her shirt, the straps of a white bra were visible on her snow-white back. When she took off her blouse and placed it on the bed, she took off her skirt warily.
Kiyomi looked toward the man again. When Hongo wiggled his chin a bit to urge her to take it off quickly, Kiyomi bent her body and took off her pantyhose. With that, Kiyomi was left with only her white bra and panties. When Kiyomi stood still again, Hongo said loudly.
“Kiyomi, why don’t you turn around and let me take a look at the body.”
Kiyomi slowly turned her body, embarrassingly lowered her head, crossed her arms in front of her chest, and clenched her slender legs.
“Oh…” Hongo made a sound of admiration, gazing at the beautiful flesh.
Hongo is the head of the food department at XX General Trading Company. Kiyomi had joined the company two years ago, and since then, Hongo had been trying to get her hands on her. Kiyomi’s body was really as beautiful as Hongo thought it would be, without a single flaw. Thinking that his subordinate, Kano, could hold such a body in his arms every day, envy and jealousy made Hongo’s blood pressure start to rise. When he was excited, he would turn into a sadist, this was the character of Hongo.
“What a beautiful body! Hey, is it because you drink Kano’s testosterone every night?”
Hearing such nasty words, Kiyomi stared angrily, then looked at Kano in confusion.
“Kano, you’re a lucky man to be able to have sex with such a nice guy every night.”
Hongo gently tapped Kano’s shoulder, showing his horny eyes at Kiyomi’s white boxers.
“Honey, you can’t torture Kiyomi like this, Kiyomi will hate you even more.”
Yoshiko, who was standing naked next to her, wrapped her arms tenderly around Kiyomi’s shoulders when she finished.
“You’re right, she won’t sleep with me if she hates me any more. I’m sorry, Kiyomi.”
Hongo is just an imaginary story. It’s a game in which the minister and his wife and his subordinate and their fiancées have to exchange their girlfriends.
“Kiyomi, he’s apologized, so just forgive him, look, I’m already naked. I’ll actually be embarrassed, so don’t leave me alone. Let me help.”
He said, putting his hand on Kiyomi’s shoulder.
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“No, no, I’ll take it off myself.”
After Kiyomi replied in a small voice, she reached behind her back with both hands as if determined, ready to undo the hook. Even in front of Yasuhisa, she was embarrassed to show her naked body, but now that the Hongo couple was watching, a strong sense of shame made Kiyomi’s whole body on fire.
It’s all for Yasuhisa. As long as he endures one night of humiliation, Yasuhisa won’t be displaced and will be given the position of section chief. Yasuhisa worked in the food department, while Kiyomi worked in the general affairs department. Yasuhisa’s boss was Tachibaru Hongo, and according to the company’s usual practice, Hongo had already served as a witness at the wedding.
A few weeks ago, Yasuhisa said, “Minister and Mrs. Hongo are going to do a couple-swapping game with us.”
At first, Kiyomi thought she had heard wrong. But after hearing Yasuhisa’s explanation, she knew it was no joke. It seems that Hongo had noticed Kiyomi a long time ago and had evil thoughts when he heard that Kiyomi was going to marry one of his men.
At this time, it happens that Yasuhisa has news of his promotion to section chief, and Hongo happens to ask Yasuhisa to agree to a game of swapping couples in exchange for a successful recommendation. Hongo has a penchant for this kind of thing and is also a member of a couple-swapping sorority.
If Hongo had been a mere boss, Kiyomi would have been able to refuse, but Hongo was so good at expanding the export of food products that it was rumored that the chairman of the board had to give him a pass.
Hongo was known for his power politics and blaming his men if things didn’t go his way. Kiyomi knew of several people who had been relocated left. So Kiyomi was confused. She loves Yasuhisa Kano so much that she even thinks it is her destiny to marry Yasuhisa.
Yasuhisa said, “Forget it, I shouldn’t have told you about this. It doesn’t matter if I’m sent to the countryside, as long as I’m with you.”
Kiyomi was very touched by what she heard. After a period of agonizing, Kiyomi agrees on the condition that it is only for this one time. If she endures just once, Yasuhisa will be promoted to class president and can live a life full of hope, so Kiyomi agrees reluctantly.
(Be patient, it’s only for one night.)
Kiyomi told herself this and unhooked the lab coat hook of her bra. Yoshiko reached down and took the bra over.
Kiyomi immediately crossed her arms over her chest.
(Ah… Don’t look! Don’t look at me with that evil eye!)
Kiyomi’s father was an educator with a strict upbringing, and she attended a prestigious girls’ school for both high school and college. So did not socialize with men.
Hongo’s eyes were wrapped around Kiyomi’s body like a viper, causing her to feel a nasty chill.
“Kiyomi, there are still boxers left.” Yoshiko urged.
(Take it off… It’s for Yasuhisa.)
Kiyomi told herself this, but the panties were different from other clothes, it was the last line of defense. Taking them off was tantamount to exposing a woman’s most secret place. Thinking about it, there was some hesitation.
Kiyomi looked at Yasuhisa with pleading eyes. Even if it was a formality, hopefully Yasuhisa would say, “Leave me alone, don’t do this!”
However, Kiyomi’s expectations were dashed. Not only that, Kiyomi could tell that Yasuhisa was getting excited. From the look in his eyes, he could tell that he already had a strong sexual desire.
At that moment, Hongo said as if he couldn’t wait, “Don’t you want to take it off? There’s no way out. Tonight is canceled, can not take off their clothes, let alone talk about the exchange of couples.”
Seeing that Hongo was about to stand up, Kiyomi hurriedly said, “Ah…”
“What is it?”
“Take off… I’ll take off.”
“What are you taking off?”
“San… Trousers.” Kiyomi’s face turned even redder.
“That’s good.” Hongo smiled, then thought for a moment and said.
“But you’re dragging your feet too much, there has to be a penalty, you have to take it off like a stripper, wiggle your ass lewdly and take it off in a seductive position to seduce a man.”
The excessively nasty words made Kiyomi’s heart falter again.
“I’m sorry, Kiyomi, my husband is rather lowly, so you have to forgive him. However, we must see each other naked before we exchange couples to reduce shame and increase boldness, and since we are going to do this, we must be in the mood to enjoy it. Come on, get in the mood to seduce a man and take off your boxers. Everyone is more or less horny, so bring it out.”
Kiyomi was a bit unconvinced, but couldn’t refute it.
“I… I’ll take it off. Please dim the lights.” Kiyomi begged in a small voice.
“Okay, but take it off like I say.”
Hongo finished, making agreeing eyes at Yoshiko. Yoshiko turned the electric switch, leaving only a dim light. As a result, the clear, white, naked body was even more visible.
Kiyomi warily lowered her hands from her chest and went to pull on her boxers.
“Still not pulling on your boxers on one side and wiggling your ass on the other?” Hongo raised his voice.
(Ah… I’m so ashamed… Don’t look…)
Kiyomi had no choice but to obey Hongo’s words and wiggle her ass from side to side. Just a little wiggling produced despair.
Fighting the urge to run away, he pulled his boxers down. The boxers flipped over and stopped at the cross of the thigh roots. Kiyomi couldn’t help but cover her pubic hair with one hand.
“Get your hands out of the way!”
Kiyomi shook her head.
“Won’t you? Then turn your ass around and wiggle it.”
“This… I can’t do it!”
“Or show me pussy. Either way, you decide.”
Kiyomi thought for a moment and slowly turned her body, her ass facing the man.
“Did you choose to wiggle your ass? Okay, I’ll show you how to twist.” Hongo said with a satisfied smile, “Keep your butt up and your hands on your knees.”
Kiyomi bent her upper body and slowly had to push her ass up towards the man.
“And spread your legs apart and draw circles with your ass.”
Kiyomi had to hold back her humiliation, clench her teeth and spread her legs. The panties that fell on her knees were stretched to the maximum. Following Hongo’s request, she placed her hands on her knees and slowly rotated her ass.
(Ah… I can’t believe I did such a shameless thing.)
After wiggling her ass, Kiyomi felt like she was really turning into a stripper. The strong sense of shame caused her body to break out in a cold sweat.
“Great, Kano, you haven’t seen her like this either, have you?”
Hearing Hongo say that, Yasuhisa just remained silent.
(Ah… Jingjiu, don’t look…)
Kiyomi’s whole body was trembling, but her body was burning like fire. Kiyomi desperately endured and continued to wiggle her ass.
“I can’t… please spare me.”
Kiyomi finally couldn’t take it anymore and retracted her ass, covering it with her hands.
Hongo gave another look to Yoshiko. Knowing what her husband meant, Yoshiko walked in front of Kiyomi and lifted her face with both hands.
“Hehehe, that look is so cute. Kiyomi ah, men love to see this kind of resentful expression on women.”
Yoshiko finished, wrapped her arms around Kiyomi’s body, and walked towards the bed.
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“I know you’re feeling uneasy, I was the same way at first. I know that my husband’s type of man is the last thing you like, and I’ve had a lot of experience with that in the past.”
Yoshiko whispered in Kiyomi’s ear. Letting Kiyomi lie down on the king sized bed.
“Do you… do you feel happy doing this?” Kiyomi asked in a small voice.
“I think you can be happy by obeying your husband and playing the role of a good wife. Maybe I’m too old-fashioned, but you can understand it.”
Kiyomi nodded gently.
Kiyomi disagrees with Yoshiko and doesn’t think Yasuhisa wants his fiancée to sleep with the minister. But if she sacrifices herself, Yasuhisa will be promoted and her future will be secure, and that’s the only thought that sustains Kiyomi.
Yoshiko’s hands began to caress Kiyomi’s body.
“Ah… don’t do this!”
Kiyomi grabbed Yoshiko’s wrist and pleaded. Receiving caresses from the same sex was certainly not the first time. Homosexuality was something I’d heard of, I just didn’t think I’d become a party to it.
“You have beautiful breasts, as soft and supple as leather balls, so enviable.”
Yoshiko, who may also have homosexual tendencies, continued to lean in and stroke Kiyomi. Then rubbed her fingers over her nipples again.
“Ah! …” Kiyomi raised her chin, her whole body trembling. A thrill very much like a chill swept down her back.
(The other person is female and can’t take pleasure in such a perverted thing.)
Nervous over the hand that continued to caress her, Kiyomi reached out her arm to push Yoshiko’s hand away, but the skillful caresses of the woman who knew women’s flesh best caused the outstretched arm to lose all strength.
“Hee hee, you’re so sensitive. Did your fiancé train you?”
“How…”
“It’s okay, this is the most passionate time, and it’s also the period when you want to have intercourse every day. Hee…”
Yoshiko reveals a sultry smile and places a kiss on the nipple. The continuous peck-like kisses made the pink nipples visibly erect, and they gave off a lewd sheen due to the saliva they were coated with.
“ah… can’t… uh…”
“It’s okay to have pleasure, be honest with your body.”
Yoshiko said quietly, then rubbed her red lips over the nipple before swallowing it into her mouth. At the same time on the other breast, it was also pressed with skillful movements.
“Uh… ah… uh…”
From Kiyomi’s mouth came a broken hum. On the one hand, she couldn’t believe that she was made sexually exorbitant by the same sex. If the other party was Minister Hongo, it probably wouldn’t be like this. Kiyomi was more or less attracted to Yoshiko. The sexual flame that sprouted deep in her body gradually expanded.
Yoshiko reached down and pulled off the boxers that were wrapped around Kiyomi’s legs.
“That’s beautiful fur, ouch, isn’t it wet?”
Seeing the glossy, neat pubic hair, Yoshiko smiled lightly before squeezing herself between Kiyomi’s legs.
While rubbing her thighs together, she watched Kiyomi’s expression and rubbed her smooth breasts. Kiyomi’s expression changed, her breathing began to rush, her lips opened slightly and then bit down hard.
“OHH YES., these lips smell so good, let me kiss them.”
Yoshiko pressed into Kiyomi and kissed her red lips.
“Umm… don’t…”
Yoshiko chased the evasive lips, caressing them with her tongue and kissing them in a pecking order from all angles. By the time she pressed her mouth to Kiyomi’s red lips and sucked on them, the resistance disappeared completely from Kiyomi’s body.
Yoshiko took the opportunity to push the tip of her tongue against Kiyomi’s mouth to reach in. She wrapped her tongue around the tongue that wanted to escape. Kiyomi’s body trembled as she sucked gently, and then turned into a state of weakness. At some point, Hongo and Yasuhisa came to the bedside. The front of their nightgowns bulged as they admired the two women’s gay show. Shortly after, Yoshiko raised her head, emitting a sultry shine from her eyes.
“Almost ready, men.”
Yoshiko finished and left Kiyomi’s body.
“Very well, let me be the one to love her this time.”
With the front of his robe open, Hongo hurriedly got into bed and lay down against Kiyomi’s body. When engaging in the swapping couples game, it was a common maneuver for Hongo to have the other person caress the other woman first. I don’t know if it was because Yoshiko had homosexual qualities, but every time, she was able to create a strong sexual desire in the other woman.
Kiyomi’s black hair fell over her face, her eyes gently closed, her cheeks flushed, and she exuded the unique aroma of a woman with a sexy face. As if hypnotized, she went into a coma.
Hongo stroked Kiyomi’s shoulder along the curve of her body.
“Ah! No!”
Kiyomi twisted her body, trying to avoid it, but then shook her head with an expression of wanting to cry as if she had suddenly come to her senses.
“Hey, are you worried about Kano?”
Hongo nodded to Yoshiko. After Yoshiko nodded as well, she brought Kano, who was standing by the bed, to the bed next to her and sat him down before pulling open the front of her bathrobe.
“Whew! Really, it’s all come to this.”
Yoshiko made a pleasant sound as Kano’s penis became fully erect. The brown meat stick protruded from the dense forest.
“Hee hee hee hee, getting excited to see your fiancée about to be hugged by my husband? It’s okay, men are all a bit perverted like that.”
Yoshiko took hold of the erect rod and kissed on the glans. Then took the glans, which was oozing lubrication, into her mouth.
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Kiyomi couldn’t believe that this was the truth at what was happening in front of her. The minister’s wife pressed her face against the base of her beloved man’s thighs, seeing the saliva-stained rod moving in and out of her red lips and the fact that Yasuhisa’s rod was majestically erect.
(Ah… Jingjiu… don’t let another woman do that…)
Knowing that this would happen after participating in a couple swap still comes as a big shock when actually faced with it.
“Kiyomi, doesn’t it look like your husband is comfortable? My wife is also wiggling her ass happily. Hey, hey, get it? People are horny regardless of gender, Kiyomi, you’re no exception.”
Hongo whispered in Kiyomi’s ear, and ruffled her black hair, blowing air into her earholes. Kiyomi’s weakness was in her ears, and a caress to her ears would cause a sweet shudder. I don’t know if Hongo was aware of this situation, but he kept blowing his breath on the ears and sucking on the earlobes.
“Ah…”
With a sweet stimulation amidst the tickling sensation, Kiyomi’s body couldn’t help but tremble.
“How can we let the two of them have their pain, let’s enjoy it too.”
Hongo quietly and coquettishly curled his tongue and invaded Kiyomi’s earholes.
(Don’t! Don’t…)
Kiyomi cried out in her mind, her body trembling and her sweaty hairs standing on end. Thick fingers reached for her breasts, and as Kiyomi tried to protect them, Hongo took the opportunity to squeeze his hand between his legs.
“Please… don’t…”
Kiyomi pressed hard against the minister’s arm, pleading in a tiny voice. But Hongo caressed harder, his fingers skillfully capturing the sensitive buds of flesh that began to vibrate slightly. Kiyomi realized her legs were slack and hastily clenched them harder. Kiyomi grunted and covered her face with her hands as the gaping hole in her petals was skillfully rubbed by the man’s fingers.
Kiyomi didn’t want to look slutty in front of her fiancé, but after Yoshiko’s hands already had a sensual body that responded to the caresses of the object of her disgust. Hands slid between slack thighs, and the moment she smelled alcohol, her mouth was plundered.
(Ah… No… Jingjiu, help me…)
Kiyomi screamed in her mind, twisting her head hard to try to reject the tongue invading her mouth. In that instant, Kiyomi let out a low, deep hum, straightening her hardened legs as the thick fingers invaded the center of her body.
“Ah…”
Kiyomi couldn’t help but open her mouth. Hongo took the opportunity to insert his tongue and entwine it with Kiyomi’s. The tongues were forced into each other’s mouths again, and as they sucked, Kiyomi’s body completely lost its strength. The thick finger stirred in the stamen, and the already wet flesh hole subconsciously clamped down on the invading finger. Unconsciously, she raised her ass.
When her breasts were being rubbed and her nipples were being played with, Kiyomi unknowingly made sounds that indicated pleasure.
“Oh… um…”
Kiyomi tilted her chin up and let out a hum while hugging Hongo’s head tightly.
“Now, you lick mine. Mine’s a little different from Kano’s, though.”
Hongo took off his robe with confidence. Kiyomi sucked in a breath when she saw what was looming over her crotch. The long stick that looked like a French sausage was bulging everywhere.
“Freaking out? It’s encrusted with over two dozen silicon blocks.”
Seeing that ugly state, Kiyomi couldn’t help but turn her face away.
（Want me to lick something like that?)
Completely different from Yasuhisa’s penis, the fear dazed Kiyomi.
“It’s not an exchange couple until you’ve swallowed a man’s stuff in your mouth. Know what?” Hongo grabbed Kiyomi’s hair and whispered in her ear.
“As you know, this matter is related to Kano’s promotion. It doesn’t matter if you go back now if you can’t do it.”
(This is the person who threatens his subordinates in exchange for their promotion. It’s impossible to satisfy this kind of person by casually dealing with them.)
Kiyomi hadn’t thought about the fact that she had taken the exchange of couples too literally until this point.
“How about that, does it make you want to lick it?”
Kiyomi couldn’t help but bite her lip when she was pressed.
“Not bad for a woman of the company to understand the situation quickly.”
Take Kiyomi’s silence as a yes. Hongo pulled Kiyomi’s head over. Kiyomi reached out warily and held the brown rod with both hands. As if waiting for this moment, the rod jerked a little.
(Ah! Don’t…)
It was too ugly to let go, and immediately a grunt was heard from Hongo.
(Just endure this night today. I’ll have a happy life from now on.) Convincing herself of this, Kiyomi reached out her hand to hold the rod again and opened her mouth. Forcing a fishy odor, she swallowed the glans into her mouth, which was much bigger than Yasuhisa’s thing.
(Why are men’s things so different…)
I opened my mouth to the point of dislocation before swallowing the glans into my mouth. At that moment, an unprecedented sense of intoxication welled up from the depths of my body.
(Ah! It’s so strange. Why do I feel so strange…)
A little hesitation and I heard Hongo’s reprimanding voice. She could only follow Hongo’s request, rubbing the rod with her hand while bobbing her head up and down, letting the glans move in and out of her mouth. The silicon block embedded under the skin caused Kiyomi to develop an unusual sensation. This abnormal sensation also caused Kiyomi to develop an unprecedented excitement.
“Hey, hey, got it right, did Kano teach you that?”
Being insulted made the movement of the mouth stop, and being urged again, this time it was the hands that left, and only the mouth was used to swallow the rod to the root. An unusual sensation arose in her mouth, and Kiyomi suddenly realized that she was intoxicated.
(I can’t.) Yasuhisa is watching…)
Kiyomi tried desperately to regain her senses.
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Kano was caught in a wave of angry feelings. The woman he loved the most, who he was going to marry in three months, was sucking his boss’s cock, and the sight of that was like a fire burning in his head.
Kano didn’t have any evil thoughts in his feelings for Kiyomi, he loved her so much that if he was with Kiyomi, it wouldn’t hurt even if he fell into hell, and now Kiyomi was going to be penetrated by another man, but for some reason, Kano was generating an unprecedented exuberance.
“It’s about time we were okay with that, isn’t it?”
With a sultry look in her eyes Yoshiko pulls Kano’s hand to the bed. Yoshiko lies on her side next to Kano, then moves her face to the man’s lower abdomen and sucks on it with the skillful tongue technique of a mature woman. The impeached rod hardens even more.
“Kano, don’t just look at Kiyomi. Share some of your love with me, okay?”
Yoshiko, who exuded the sensuality of a mature woman, pressed her ample breasts against Kano’s lower body and rubbed them.
“Come from underneath.” Yoshiko laid her body down and seduced with wet eyes.
“Give it to me, I can’t stand it anymore.”
Yoshiko spread her legs and held the meat stick in her hand. Kano inserted the ripe rod into the fleshy hole under Yoshiko’s guidance, and like a boiled tomato, the melting walls of flesh tightened around the rod. Drawing inward.
“ah… good…”
“Kano’s is so hard… Can you move it?”
Yoshiko wiggled her ass of her own accord, her fleshy hole rhythmically tightening around the rod. But Kano’s eyes were fixed on his fiancée’s body. On the next bed, spaced only a meter apart, Hongo had just pulled his meat stick out of Kiyomi’s mouth. After being stained with saliva, the meat stick emphasized the presence of silicon even more, showing a menacing look.
(Something as big as that was about to penetrate Kiyomi’s inside. (Ah… Kiyomi…) A shudder formed by the feeling of abuse and being abused swept through Kano’s heart. As Kano watched, Hongo pushed Kiyomi down onto the bed. Possibly to get a good view of the joint, he carried Kiyomi’s legs over his shoulders in a charging position.
Kano saw the pussy of his fiancée who was about to penetrate his meat stick, the petals that had been played with by his fingers were miserably swollen, and you could still see the bright red mucous membrane inside.
(Ah… Kiyomi’s mouth said no, but her pussy was so wet that she wanted the minister’s thing… what a slutty woman she was, but with such an innocent expression… was it okay as long as it was a man?) Jealousy, resentment, excitement, all kinds of feelings formed a whirlpool in Kano’s heart.
(No! Don’t!) Kano screamed in his heart.
“Ughhhh!”
Kiyomi let out a scream desperately moving her ass. But Hongo held Kiyomi’s legs tightly, his huge body pressed down and the glans could still be seen searching for the opening of the meat hole. Quickly finding the narrow meat hole opening, the meat stick still rolled the pussy lips in as it plunged in.
“Oh! Umm…” Kiyomi grunted as she threw her back up hard.
Hongo started thrusting and heard the sound of “squeak squeak squeak”.
(Ah… Kiyomi… Kiyomi…)
Kano let out a cry in his heart, and at the same time, a strong erotic desire welled up, like firing this lust, matching the rhythm of Hongo’s thrusts, his meat rod rushed in Yoshiko’s slit.
“Ah… well… your so good… my pussy is about to melt.”
Yoshiko made an annoying noise, wrapping her legs around Kano’s waist. She pulled Kano’s waist hard, like she wanted him to push harder. As if induced by Yoshiko’s voice, Kiyomi also let out a soft hum.
“Umm… ah… no… ah…”
Pressurized by her obese body, Kiyomi let out a delicate sound from time to time.
“It’s early, it’s just getting started.”
Hongo reached around Kiyomi’s back and lifted up hard to form a face-to-face sitting position. It was probably a deep combination.
Kiyomi hugged Hongo’s neck as if she was in pain.
“Oh… oh… oh… oh…”
Whenever she penetrated, Kiyomi let out a whimpering sound that caused those listening to it to feel intense excitement, causing the bright black hair to fly. It was like a scene of a beauty and a beast, and it also stimulated Kano’s sexual desire, creating indescribable excitement.
At this point it was unknown what words Hongo whispered in Kiyomi’s ear, only to see Kiyomi shaking her head vigorously. After saying it again, Hongo left Kiyomi’s body and lay on her back on the bed.
“Stick it in, use your hands to stick it in yourself.”
Kiyomi was embarrassed and lowered her head, riding on the man’s waist with unnatural movements.
“Stick it in, faster!”
Urged on, Kiyomi looks at her fiancé with a sad expression. Kano couldn’t say anything, and a strong entanglement arose in his heart. On the one hand, he wished he didn’t want it, but on the other hand, he had the desire to watch it.
Kiyomi showed a sad expression, warily gripped the thick rod, adjusted the angle, closed her eyes tightly, clenched her teeth, and slowly lowered her ass.
“Ah!” The moment the turtle towel reached the mouth of her fleshy hole, Kiyomi lifted her ass in panic.
“If you keep slowing down, I’m going to have to penetrate your ass hole.”
Intimidated by Hongo, Kiyomi had no choice but to lower her ass, and Yasuhisa saw the sight of Silicon’s rod slowly disappearing into her meaty hole.
“ah… uh…”
When the huge rod was all the way in, Kiyomi raised her chin and let out a grunt, putting her hands on Hongo’s chest to support her body that was about to collapse. Frowning and biting her lips tightly, she raised her ass slightly and lowered it again.
“And move harder, you can’t stop until you’re out.”
Kiyomi swung her hips at a gradually increasing distance, rotating her ass on the axis of the rod inserted into her flesh hole.
“ah… uh… ah…”
Yasuhisa heard the lustful cries of his favorite woman. She twisted her waist frantically, a look that was almost unrecognizable from that of Kiyomi, who had always maintained a civilized appearance during Yasuhisa’s usual sexual encounters. In fact, this was the woman’s nature hidden in Kiyomi’s body.
In fact, Yasuhisa already had sadistic tendencies. It’s just that it’s hard to exert it in realistic behavior. The wish he wanted to do, now Hongo did it for him. In this situation, Kiyomi reveals a lewd side that has never appeared in front of Yasuhisa.
If Kiyomi had been such a lewd woman, Yasuhisa wouldn’t have been so excited, and it was precisely because Kiyomi was almost puritanically timid about sexual behavior that the sight of such a situation caused Yasuhisa to become abnormally aroused.
Kiyomi let out gasps that grew more and more urgent, wiggling her ass violently from below her waist as if some other creature was floating above.
(Kiyomi, is the minister’s rod really that good?)
Yasuhisa, of course, kept thrusting, making Yoshiko make sounds of joy, but couldn’t take his eyes off his fiancée. Yasuhisa’s eyes met with Hongo’s, and Hongo said to Kiyomi with a smug smile, “Kiyomi, Kano is looking at you, and showing an expression that he can’t stand it anymore.”
Kiyomi’s wriggling ass suddenly stopped when she heard the words that were deliberately torturing her.
“Ah… don’t look… don’t look…”
Lowering his head so that his black hair shook, his snow-white naked body bubbled with sweat as he rode on the man’s waist. Yasuhisa’s head almost exploded at the sight of this appearance.
“Kiyomi, that’s not right. You say you don’t want to see it, but your pussy keeps strangling my rod.
In fact, you’re more horny than you think you are, just cum in front of your fiancé.”
Hongo sprinted upward like a machine gun.
“Ah… no… uh…”
Kiyomi’s ass bounced up and down with it, and she had to hold onto Hongo’s fat stomach. After a few more thrusts, Kiyomi’s hands couldn’t support her body and she flopped down on Hongo’s chest. Hongo still continued to thrust. Kiyomi’s ass clenched along with Hongo’s, indicating that Kiyomi was hoping for an orgasm.
(Ah… Kiyomi, so you’re such a promiscuous woman.)
Strangled by Yoshiko, Yasuhisa was in heaven and hell at the same time.
That’s when Hongo suddenly stopped.
“Ahhhh ┅┅┅┅” came a pleading hum from Kiyomi’s mouth.
“What’s wrong with you.”
“Ah…”
Kiyomi raised her head to look at Hongo. A look of excitement could be seen on her beautiful face plastered against her messy hair.
“Say, what do you want?”
“Ah… I can’t say…”
“Is it because it’s embarrassing in front of Kano? Then keep it that way, is that okay?”
Kiyomi didn’t know what to do, showing a confused expression, but then began to wiggle her ass as if she couldn’t stand the demands of the flesh.
“Why are you wiggling your ass so lewdly, wanting it don’t you? Want to thrust in your pussy don’t you?”
Kiyomi showed a reluctant expression biting her lips, but still rode the man’s body, wiggling her ass based on instinct.
“Well, here you go!”
Hongo got up and changed his position. With the sex organs still joined, he twisted Kiyomi’s body and took a behind-the-back position. Putting Kiyomi on all fours, he raised his ass high and thrust deeply.
“Aaahhhh… Ummm…”
Kiyomi let out a sobbing hum as if she couldn’t stand the pleasure, her dark hair flying.
“Ah… Kiyomi… you’re so sexy. I’ll do anything for you.”
Seeing this, Kano developed a perverted sadistic desire and made ferocious thrusts into Yoshiko’s fleshy hole. In Kano’s mind, Yoshiko and Kiyomi overlapped. In his hazy vision, he saw the arousal of his beloved woman. Subjected to violent thrusts, her black hair flew and her sagging breasts shook incessantly. The huge silicone-encrusted rod was making a “splashing” sound as it moved in and out of Kiyomi’s narrow hole.
“ah… ah… uh… ah…”
Kiyomi’s head bobbed up and down as well, and soon, finally, she let out a grunt of excitement, furrowing her brow and tilting her back.
Yasuhisa knew that was a precursor to Kiyomi’s impending climax.
“Bar! Come out in Kano’s watch!”
Hearing Hongo’s words, Kiyomi turned her head to look at Yasuhisa, her messy hair plastered to her face, her eyes seeming to have a layer of fog that radiated the glow of a woman just before she was about to reach orgasm.
“Ah… Yasuko… I’m sorry…” Kiyomi raised her head sharply, and her tightly closed mouth opened slightly.
“That’s right, Kano must be happy. You’re good to go!”
Hongo’s eyes showed a sadistic color from the slit and accelerated his thrusts even more violently.
“Uh… oh… oh…”
Hearing Kiyomi’s grunts become more and more aroused, Yasuhisa began to make a final push as if he were fucking Kiyomi.
(Kiyomi! Let it out!) Yasuhisa screamed in her mind.
As if she heard the voice, Kiyomi gripped the sheets, flipped her sweaty back in an arch, and scrunched her ass high in the air.
“Ah… no… uh… uh…”
Kiyomi’s body suddenly contracted and raised her head violently, as if she had just met her climax and then flopped down on the bed as if she was exhausted. At that moment, Yasuhisa also made a final attack on Yoshiko.
“Oh! Kiyomi!”
Yasuhisa’s desire exploded inside Yoshiko.
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Three months later, Kano and Kiyomi held a wedding ceremony and banquet at a hotel. The bride and groom sat at a table decorated with various flowers. Kiyomi, wearing a white wedding dress, was as pure and beautiful as her name suggests. Next to them were the minister and his wife, Mr. and Mrs. Hongo, who were the witnesses of the wedding.
Hongo stood up to deliver his speech, took the speech out of his pocket, and began to speak at length.
“Today’s bride, Ms. Kiyomi, is an outstanding talent who graduated from XXX University. Not only is she smart, but she’s also beautiful, and one of the most beautiful flowers in our company…”
When Kiyomi heard Hongo’s speech, she felt even more depressed. Since the exchange of couples, she had been called to the hotel more than once, and the promise of “just once” had been broken, and her body had been toyed with by Mr. and Mrs. Hongo. The fact that Mr. and Mrs. Hongo were now the witnesses was a sign that the relationship would continue.
It seems that Hongo has joined a couple swap club and is planning to bring Yasuhisa and Kiyomi with him.
(If all these guests know our secret…)
Suddenly having this thought made Kiyomi feel a chill pass through her back. Yasuhisa, probably unaware of Kiyomi’s mood, smiled at her. Seeing Yasuhisa’s happy expression made Kiyomi feel much more relieved.
When Hongo finished his speech and sat down, he gave Kiyomi a meaningful smile. Kiyomi nervously lowered her head, thinking of Hongo on the bed because of that smile. Kiyomi shed tears, but only four people knew the real reason for the bride’s tears.
Chapter 2 The Perversity and Humiliation That Made a Beautiful Bride Cry
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On this day Kiyomi was sitting in a Mercedes driven by Minister Hongo, traveling to her villa in the XX Plateau. Kiyomi sat in the assistant’s seat. In the wide back seat sat Yasuhisa and Yoshiko.
It’s been almost a month since I returned from my honeymoon trip to Hawaii. To others, Kiyomi was living a sweet married life. Her husband, Yasuhisa, worked for a trading company and was promoted to class president at the age of thirty-two. He bought a three-bedroom, two-bathroom apartment.
After making breakfast and walking her husband to work, Kiyomi did feel happy and not at all sorry for quitting her job.
Everything was happy, except for the man who was now sitting in the driver’s seat and driving.
The two couples are going to an all-night swap-couple sorority. When this is mentioned, Kiyomi is strongly against it.
It was almost unbearable to have only Hongo, let alone having sex with other men. Yasuhisa should know how Kiyomi feels. But this was the only thing that Yasuhisa was adamant about.
“It’s not in my best interest to upset the Minister. You should know my position in the company.”
Yasuhisa said with an expression of wanting to cry. In fact, he himself was very willing to participate. After his relationship with the Hongo couple, Yasuhisa seemed to be enamored with the pleasures of swapping couples. But it wasn’t that he was interested in Yoshiko’s flesh, instead, seeing Kiyomi and Hongo having sex would give him a perverted thrill.
In a bed with only two people, Yasuhisa loves Kiyomi with all her heart, but why she still wants to exchange couples, Kiyomi really can’t understand Yasuhisa’s feelings. Men are supposed to be very exclusive animals, and Yasuhisa treats her like a treasure, so he should want to keep her for himself. Maybe Yasuhisa was different from other men, and Kiyomi just fell in love with such a strange man, so there was only the mood of accepting everything he had. But no matter what, a feeling of disgust would arise. It was something that could not be helped in a woman’s body.
Hongo, who was driving, suddenly said, “Kiyomi, you’ve gotten much prettier in the past month, and this is the sexy beauty of a young woman.”
Kiyomi felt Hongo’s hot eyes shooting on her breasts and hurriedly pulled the neckline tight, even though she was physically bonded, she still couldn’t like Hongo. Sitting next to him like this was also annoying.
Hongo looked ahead and said, “How about it? Rub me with your beautiful hands, okay?”
“That… that kind of thing… what are you talking about!”
When she was stunned at Kiyomi’s words to Hongo, she deliberately looked in the rearview mirror as if to make her realize it as well.
“Where, I just keep getting interference from behind.”
Hongo’s words and demeanor gave Kiyomi an unsettling feeling, and Kiyomi hurriedly turned around to look. It turned out that Yoshiko, who was in the backseat, had her face pressed against Yasuhisa’s crotch, and her head was undulating up and down, revealing a shiny rod covered in saliva from her red lips.
(Ah… Yasuhisa, how can this be… this is in the car, this is too much…) Kiyomi turned her body forward and covered her face with her hands.
“The two of them are looking for joy, let’s find joy too.” Hongo’s hand went to his skirt.
“No, don’t!”
Kiyomi pushed the evil hand away and covered her face with her hand again and began to whimper.
“Okay, forget it, don’t get in a car accident because you’re too excited, leave the pleasure in the back. Yoshiko, it’s okay to find pleasure, but don’t dirty the back seat, and swallow every drop of cum.”
Hongo looked in the rearview mirror and smiled.
(Ah… how are such people. I have no way of cooperating with them.) The Mercedes-Benz drove Kiyomi and Yasuhisa, who were enjoying an unusual pleasure, as well as the Hongo couple, to their destination.
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The villa is set in a quiet wooded area with white walls reminiscent of a Mediterranean villa. It is a small villa that is fully occupied with about 20 guests. The owner of the villa, Shinji Mamiya, is one of the main members of the Exchange Couples and holds regular meetings here. When I arrived, I was immediately greeted by Mr. and Mrs. Mamiya.
Mamiya Shinji is cool middle-aged man with two beards like a music master, and his wife is also very beautiful person. Kiyomi really didn’t understand how such a wonderful couple could enjoy the game of swapping couples.
Kiyomi and Yasuhisa went first to the room assigned to them. It’s said that the official start won’t be until the evening. Upset about what happened in the car, Kiyomi whines when Yasuhisa hugs her tightly.
“Don’t! You’re sly!”
Kiyomi tries to push Yasuhisa away, but she immediately loses her resistance when Yasuhisa forcibly kisses her and puts her hand up her skirt to caress her.
“To join the sorority, starve Kiyomi this week.”
Yasuhisa didn’t have sex with Kiyomi. Maybe it’s because of this relationship, but when I touch the sensitive part through the pants, there’s an electric current full of anticipation running through my body. As she responded to Yasuhisa’s kiss and pushed her tongue in, she heard a knock on the door. Kiyomi hurriedly pushed Yasuhisa away and straightened her skirt. The one who pushed open the door was Hongo.
“Oh, start looking for joy right away?”
Probably seeing the movement, Hongo gave a lecherous smile.
“What is it, Minister?”
“There’s a little something, come to my room.”
Yasuhisa and Kiyomi follow Hongo to Hongo and his wife’s room on the same floor.
“I’m waiting for you.”
Seeing Mrs. Yoshiko, Kiyomi was shocked because the only thing left on Yoshiko was her underwear. It was the same black bra and bikini trunks that prostitutes wore, the ones with embroidery were silky and showed through the black pubic hair.
Yoshiko is best suited for this kind of sexy lingerie.
“I’m sorry because my husband wants to play with you guys once before the sorority. Kiyomi, just forgive him.”
Yoshiko obeyed her husband as she had in the past with a sultry smile.
“Don’t! I don’t want that!” Kiyomi pleaded as she grabbed Yasuhisa’s hand.
“It’ll be a problem when the sorority actually starts, because there are a lot of people I don’t know, so I have to warm up first, or if Kiyomi tries to run away at that time, I won’t be able to lose face as the introducer.”
Hongo said while unbuttoning his shirt. Saying a bunch of reasons, but in reality, he just wanted to toy with Kiyomi.
“Kano, what do you think?”
“Thank you very much Minister for envisioning it well, it’s the right thing to do.” Yasuhisa replied.
Kiyomi desperately shook her head in opposition.
“Kiyomi, don’t worry, I won’t towel you. First of all you two continue to have fun, no need to be polite at all.”
Yasuhisa took Kiyomi’s hand and sat down on the edge of the bed.
“Yasuhisa! I don’t want it!”
Kiyomi resisted. Having never had sexual intercourse in front of a native couple, Kiyomi found it hard to endure doing the sexual act of husband and wife in front of others, as if the sacred and secret rituals were being insulted.
But Yasuhisa immediately probed for action.
Kiyomi’s earlier sensations came back as she was held close for a kiss. In the month since they had been married, they had fucked Yasuhisa almost every day except this week, so Kiyomi’s body would react sensitively to her husband’s caresses.
Lifting the dress up to her stomach, her fingers stroked her pussy through the pants wipe. The gentle caresses through a layer of cloth made Kiyomi anxious and couldn’t help but wiggle her ass, wanting to be asking for more intense caresses. She could feel the garden of her panties gushing nectar.
(How did this happen? I’m so ashamed.)
It wasn’t like she was in her own bedroom, and being this sexy right in front of the minister and his wife, Kiyomi felt wretched about her body. Being touched by her beloved husband, the sensuality began to be exuberant.
Yasuhisa noticed that Kiyomi’s pistil was wet and pulled down her pantyhose and boxers together.
“ah… ouch…”
Kiyomi embarrassingly clenched her thighs and twisted. Kiyomi’s thighs were as smooth as marble. When she parted her legs with brute force, she immediately smelled the aroma of a woman in heat.
Yasuhisa immediately kissed the stamen and sucked on it with a deliberate “chirping” sound, and as she licked her way up the slit, Kiyomi’s legs clamped down on Yasuhisa’s head and continued to ravage the stamen with her tongue.
“Ah! No… uh… ah…”
Kiyomi couldn’t help but let out a humming sound and her ass shook with it. Yasuhisa was very happy when he felt the nectar in his mouth, because Kiyomi was gradually becoming the ideal woman in his mind. Two years ago, when Kiyomi graduated from the university and joined the company, she attracted the attention of all the male employees, no matter her looks or figure, she was the most outstanding among the female employees who joined the company at the same time.
The long hair draped over her shoulders was slightly curled, showing an elegant temperament. The light blue uniform, which was nothing special, looked fresh and sexy on Kiyomi’s body. Moreover, Kiyomi had a good family education and was conscientious and responsible.
I didn’t get impatient even when I had to pour the tea. All the male staff thought how wonderful it would be to have a wife like that… Yasuko was no exception.
After a year of this, he finally beat out many competitors and got Kiyomi. The first time he had sex with Kiyomi, Kiyomi’s body was still undeveloped, and Yasuhisa thanked God for his good fortune that such a beautiful woman was still a virgin, and did everything he could to educate Kiyomi.
When she heard Minister Hongo talking about exchanging couples, she was both alarmed and desperate, but now thinks it was the right thing to do. Yasuhisa himself gets pleasure from it, Kiyomi becomes more sensitive after having sex with the minister, and Kiyomi is bolder in bed than ever before.
A woman grows… only after sleeping with another man…. After discovering this fact, Yasuhisa became fully aware of swapping couples and hoped to swap partners occasionally to make Kiyomi a sexier woman. I read in a magazine that this kind of situation is called ‘flirting’.
“ah… Jingyu… ah…”
Kiyomi was heard letting out an urgent hum. A large amount of nectar also overflowed from the slit in addition to saliva, creating a wet and dripping state.
“Kiyomi, want it? Want to stick it in?”
When Yasuhisa asked, Kiyomi nodded softly after glancing at the ministerial couple.
“This won’t work, you have to say it.”
“I want to… stick it in…”
Kiyomi broke off and looked at Yasuhisa with an expression of wanting to cry. Yasuhisa hurriedly took off his pants and pressed onto Kiyomi’s body. Holding his erect rod in his hand, he adjusted the angle and thrust it in. The moist vaginal walls surrounded the rod.
“Well!”
Meanwhile, Kiyomi gripped the sheets and raised her chin. This scenario of Kiyomi at the time of insertion was so full of official beauty that she never got tired of seeing it.
“Ah… Jingjiu… great!”
Kiyomi held onto Yasuhisa’s body, wrapping her legs around her buttocks and wiggling her ass in such a way as to urge harder. The mucous membrane surrounding the rod began to wriggle, landing Yasuhisa in a sexual paradise again.
Once again, deeply happy to have such a beautiful wife, Yasuhisa began to slowly thrust. Reaching underneath Kiyomi’s body with both hands, he picked it up and sat himself with his legs stretched out. He sat with his legs stretched out, thus forming a face-to-face sitting position. Kiyomi pulled down the back of her dress and let it fall to her waist. The white bra surrounded the plump breasts, and beads of sweat could be seen in the deep cleavage.
Remove the bra and beautiful breasts appear. Take the nipple in your mouth and flick it with your tongue while ramming it from below.
“Umm…”
Kiyomi’s head went back and her long hair danced with it. The meat hole strangled the meat stick.
(Ah… it’s still Kiyomi’s best.) Yasuhisa looked toward the other bed with great complacency. Hongo’s face was flushed red and he was staring this way with wide eyes. He and Yoshiko were thrusting from behind in the doggy position. Yasuhisa knew that in recent days the minister had felt more interest in Kiyomi than Yoshiko. Seeing the envious look on the Minister’s face, Yasuhisa felt even more superior and his thrusts became more intense.
“ah… uh… ah…”
Kiyomi hugged Yasuhisa even tighter and let out a sexy hum. Just then, Hongo made a look at Yasuhisa.
(The minister wants to do the same game as last time again.) Knowing what Hongo was trying to do, Yasuhisa had Kiyomi lie down on the bed and raise her ass so that the underside of her snow-white ass could see her rod thrusting inside her pistil. As he began to slowly thrust, Hongo hurried over. Getting on the bed, he sat down cross-legged in front of Kiyomi.
“Kiyomi, you should know what to do, right? To suck on the minister’s stuff.”
Kiyomi lifted her head and looked a heel toward the ugly cock in front of her, then shook her head violently.
“What are we doing here? Isn’t it to enjoy pleasure with a different object? Isn’t it too pointless to play with only two people?”
Kiyomi listened and slowly raised her head in resignation. The horrible meat stick with twenty silicon blocks loomed in front of it, and it was soaked in Yoshiko’s nectar that it gave off a moist sheen.
“Kiyomi, you can do it, right?”
Hongo stretched his legs out, bringing the rod closer to Kiyomi in order to make it easier for her to suck. Perhaps fearful of the smell of the nectar, Kiyomi frowned. But as if she immediately figured it out, she stuck out her tongue and licked at the back of the penis.
After licking the sides and swallowing the glans in the innermost part all the way to the root, a pained expression appeared on her face, but immediately she contracted her lips and gulped. Seeing Kiyomi’s oral sex becoming more and more passionate, Yasuhisa became more excited.
(Kiyomi often says she hates the minister, but she licks it like it’s delicious.) Seeing the woman he loved passionately licking another man’s rod stimulated the sadistic desire in his heart, and Yasuhisa was thrusting as if he was on fire. Probably due to the back position, the glans kept hitting the mouth of the uterus. At this time, the narrow hole would suddenly tighten, and the intense pleasure made Yasuhisa clench his teeth to avoid ejaculation.
Kiyomi’s fleshy hole was already tight, and with the addition of the minister, it seemed to have gotten even tighter. It was probably the intense pleasure that made Kiyomi forget about the movement of her mouth.
“Kiyomi! Can’t rest! Hurry up and keep getting it!”
Reprimanded by Hongo, Kiyomi once again swallowed the rod deep into her mouth.
At that moment, Yasuhisa felt some kind of movement and turned her head that way to see Yoshiko holding a video camera and pointing it right at the three of them. Yasuhisa looked at Hongo with a confused expression.
“I want to film Kiyomi. Don’t worry, it won’t be shown to anyone else.”
Hongo explained.
“I think you all know that my husband is obsessed with Kiyomi. When you have sex with me, you also have to watch the videotape on one side or you won’t get any pleasure, so please grant him his request.”
Yoshiko said looking at the camera.
Hearing the Minister’s wife’s plea, Yasuhisa was very pleased.
“Okay, but I want your videotape too.”
“Yo, you’re a good talker. I know you don’t mean it, but I’m glad. I’ll send it to you when it’s shot soon.”
Yasuhisa had no desire to watch that kind of videotape at all, it was just a polite conversation.
“Jingjiu, I don’t…”
Kiyomi knew that a videotape was going to be made and hastily spat out her meat stick in objection.
“Just keep getting it.”
Hongo grabbed Kiyomi’s hair and pulled it over with force. Inserting his thick rod into Kiyomi’s mouth, he bobbed his head up and down vigorously. Seeing this, Yasuhisa resumed his thrusting. Two men who had turned into beasts were abusing Kiyomi from the front and back, a complete Beauty and the Beast scene. Yoshiko kept filming it with her video camera.
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At the end of the night, the sorority officially began. Eight pairs of men and women arrived in the lobby of the venue, one after the other. From young couples in their twenties to middle-aged couples, the men were dressed like gentlemen in suits, and the women they brought with them wore sexy clothes.
Kiyomi was wearing a black silk blouse and long skirt that Yasuhisa had bought especially for this day. Because she wasn’t wearing a bra, the shape of her breasts was almost completely visible. It was almost like a high-class prostitute appearing in a foreign pornographic movie.
Kiyomi didn’t want to wear this kind of clothes, but had to wear it due to Yasuhisa’s insistence. Kiyomi senses that the men’s eyes are focused on him and hides behind Yasuhisa.
Hongo couples and others talk and laugh while drinking or eating delicate snacks.
(I really shouldn’t have come here.) Kiyomi felt that she wasn’t suited for this kind of occasion and began to feel regret.
“Don’t be afraid, you’re more beautiful and sexy than anyone here.”
Yasuhisa said, tenderly holding Kiyomi in her arms. Set on a simple stage in the center of the hall, a beautifully shaped naked woman appears as Tinkle. Tinkle’s hands are bolted with leather handcuffs, and the overseer following her hooks Tinkle’s handcuffs with iron hooks. With the sound of the bars, Tinkleko’s hands are raised high in the air, her naked body forming a straight line.
Being able to put on a show like this means that Tinkle does have a beautiful body, probably coated in lotion that gives off a moist sheen. Not knowing what was going to be performed, Kiyomi looked at it with a scowling expression, when the supervisor picked up the prepared whip and started to whip Tinkle.
The Supervisor’s maneuvers were smooth, gradually hitting Tinkle’s body harder and harder. The member sitting on the sofa picked up a glass of wine in one hand while observing XX Show with excitement. Hearing the sound of the whip, Kiyomi frowned. As if the whip was falling on her own body, her body trembled.
I remember reading in a magazine that whipping is also a sign of love, but hearing that sound doesn’t sound like an act of love.
After the overseer finishes beating Tinkle, he begins to run his tongue over the bruises. While licking, he reaches down to the base of Tinkle’s thighs and strokes them. Tinkle’s pubic hair is completely shaved. The overseer’s hand rubs the hairless pubic mound. Possibly enjoying it, Tinkle lets out a sweet hum and wiggles her ass.
The atmosphere in the venue appeared to be lewd with the audience surrounding them, probably stimulated as well. There were hugs and kisses, as well as couples fondling their breasts or pussies. Feeling scared, Kiyomi grabbed hold of Yasuhisa’s pants, leaned her body over, and happened to look to the right, where Yoshiko was squatting at Hongo’s feet, hastily bobbing her head up and down, and it turned out that she was having oral sex.
“Jingjiu…”
Kiyomi looked at her husband with a pleading expression. It’s getting done over there too. Following his eyes, there were middle-aged gentry getting oral sex from a girl in her mid-twenties, and Kiyomi still had a memory of the man’s side face.
（”Professor Hashimoto…?) Kiyomi’s professor in college was Etsuro Hashimoto, who was very popular among the girls.
(A professor can’t come to a place like this. It must be someone like him.) But with his slightly gray hair and eagle-like nose, he looks more and more like Professor Hashimoto.
“What’s wrong with you?”
Hearing Yasuhisa ask as such, he first says that he might be looking at the wrong person, and then says something about Professor Hashimoto.
After this time, Hongo noticed their situation and said quietly, “Are you talking about that man? I heard he’s a professor, he’s a veteran, and he came here before me. Does Kiyomi know him?”
Kiyomi felt it was inconvenient for people to know about this matter.
“No, I’m looking at the wrong person.”
But inside, he began to feel nervous in seven different ways. How could he be a veteran of swapping couples, at least the Professor Hashimoto that Kiyomi knew was never this kind of person. Hongo said that he was a professor, so he shouldn’t be wrong. Cold sweat broke out all over her body at that thought. If the professor remembers her…
Three, four years ago, it’s still possible to know Kiyomi.
(Ah… If that happens, I…) Kiyomi felt shy at that thought and hid behind Yasuhisa as much as she could. The lights in the room were turned on, the show was over, and we began to look for each other’s partners. If they found each other suitable, they would formally exchange couples. Since Kiyomi was a newcomer and a sexy woman, several couples came to ask for exchange, but Yasuhisa refused.
Kiyomi noticed that Yasuhisa’s eyes were focused on one person, the young woman Professor Hashimoto had brought with him.
(Don’t. That pair is an absolute no-no.) If Yasuhisa really wanted to exchange with that pair, Kiyomi was ready to refuse. Unfortunately, the other pair came this way. Seeing the professor and the young woman approaching, Kiyomi hurriedly lowered her head.
“My name is Hashimoto, and around here, everyone calls me Professor. He’s Rui Hui, not a woman who brags, but a very well-behaved female.”
Rui Hui curtsied politely when Hashimoto introduced him. She was still wearing clothes when the party first started, but now she’s down to her underwear.
“How about, if it’s possible, with us…”
Knowing that the professor’s eyes fell on her face, Kiyomi’s head lowered even more deeply.
“We were just about to request the same, and I’m honored to get a request from both of you. Isn’t that right, Kiyomi.”
Hearing Yasuhisa say so, Kiyomi hurriedly took his hand.
“What’s wrong?”
“No, absolutely not…”
Kiyomi pleaded in a voice only Yasuhisa could hear. But Yasuhisa’s attitude was hard.
He had a personality that would not change what he had decided, and this was no exception.
“I’m sorry, it’s her first time participating in this kind of activity and she’s a bit timid. No problem, I’ll make sure she agrees.
”
“It’s something you can’t force, so it’s the first time.”
Hashimoto’s eyes were fixed on Kiyomi’s face again. From his words, it was impossible to tell if he had realized that Kiyomi had once been his student.
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(Ah… this girl is…) Kiyomi was shocked to see the scene unfolding in front of her. Originally, it was decided that the exchange game would be played in Hashimoto’s room, but Kiyomi didn’t want to go, so instead, Hashimoto and Yasuhisa played the game with Swie Hye.
With only red panties left on her body, Rui Hui’s body had not yet escaped the realm of a young girl, with breasts that could be incorporated into the palm of her hand and a snow-white body that was free of any blemishes. What she was doing was the same as a grown woman, if not beyond.
Rui Hui’s body is bound with red rope, tied by Hashimoto. Yasuhisa and Hashimoto stand on the bed. Rui Hui swallows the professor’s rod into her mouth while reaching out with her right hand to rub Yasuhisa’s cock.
(This girl is much better than me.) As Hashimoto whispers in Rui Hui’s ear, Rui Hui spits out Hashimoto’s rod and sighs deeply before coming in front of Yasuhisa and swallowing the rod into her mouth, reaching out her left hand to rub Hashimoto’s penis.
“Mmm… mmm… mmm…”
Making sweet humming noises and sucking the two men’s cocks didn’t look like a girl in her twenties only.
(Ah… Yasuko… Don’t let him do that!) Feeling jealous, Kiyomi turned her face away. Since she had participated in a couple exchange party, she knew that this would happen, but seeing her beloved husband letting other women perform oral sex on him still made her heart ache, and she wondered if Jingjiu was torturing her on purpose.
Kiyomi had lowered her head but couldn’t help but look up. Hashimoto was taking off his red panties, and Rui Hui still had Yasuhisa’s rod in her mouth, only lifting her legs to assist Hashimoto’s movements, with Rui Hui’s round ass.
As Hashimoto lifted Rui Hui’s feet up, the entirety of Rui Hui’s snow-white pussy was revealed to Kiyomi’s eyes, the two light red petals protruding outward from the glossy, slinky, full pussy, with a lustrous sheen of nectar coalescing in the crevice.
(Come to think of it, Mistress Tinkle is also shaved… should I also…) Just as Kiyomi was thinking this, Hashimoto was already licking at Rui Hui’s stamen.
(Ah… at such a young age…) Kiyomi felt sorry for Seohyuk who was being abused by two men, but the way Hanae was sucking on Yasuhisa’s rod in her mouth made Kiyomi realize that there was a kind of toughness in women.
(Ah… if I were to be done that by two men…) At some point, Kiyomi thought of Seohyuk as herself. Kiyomi couldn’t help but tighten her thighs under her long skirt, aware of the tickling sensation in her lower body. Soon Hashimoto lifted Seohyuk’s legs up so that her knees almost touched her breasts, and inserted his erect rod into her pistil.
In this moment, Kiyomi had a strong sensation of excitement in her lower body and had to clench her teeth.
(Ah… I’m having pleasure… No…) I felt a mist before my eyes, and in my blurred vision, I saw the professor making thrusts.
“ah… ah…”
Rui Hui let out a cute but lewd humming sound. Her pear-like breasts swayed as she thrust, but she didn’t forget to rub Jingjiu’s rod.
(Ah… you can’t do such a lewd thing!) Kiyomi screamed in her heart, and on the contrary, her breathing became more and more rapid.
(Slutty… Slutty…) Kiyomi couldn’t help but wriggle her waist, and her hands caressed her thighs through her long skirt. She wasn’t wearing any panties under the skirt, so she felt her pistil burning and overflowing with nectar. Her bra-less breasts also swelled with heat.
“Ah… I want… I want…”
Rui Hui made a sharp sound. It was probably the high level of sensuality that prevented him from continuing to rub Jingjiu’s rod, and his hands gripped the sheets.
“Ruihui, didn’t I always teach you? You can’t enjoy it all by yourself, you have to suck Mr. Kano’s stuff and come out like that.”
Yasuhisa rides up to Rui Hui’s face and inserts his rod into his mouth.
“That’s right, you bar, to show Kiyomi that you’ve reached an orgasm.”
Hashimoto finished, thrusting hard and continuously.
“Umm…”
Rui Hui put her legs down and stretched them out on the bed, raising her back after the mouth movements stopped.
“Umm…”
Rui Hui’s whole body spasmed as she held the rod in her mouth. Kiyomi knew that when Rui Hui reached orgasm, her whole body was weak as if she had gone too.
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After Rui Hui reaches her orgasm, it’s Kiyomi and Hashimoto’s turn. Yasuhisa hadn’t realized that Hashimoto was the professor who had once taught Kiyomi. At this point, Yasuhisa sat on the couch and took the naked Rui Hui in his arms, fondling her breasts while looking over at Kiyomi.
(Yasuhisa… stop it… this man is the professor who taught me) Hashimoto was admiring Kiyomi’s flesh like a work of art, and by this time Kiyomi had already stripped off her clothes.
(What will be done to me?) In addition to the sense of unease, Kiyomi found some sense of anticipation within herself. She was surprised by this change. Kiyomi had originally had a crush on Prof. Hashimoto during her college days.
(Ah… What was I expecting? It’s so wrong.) Kiyomi shook her head vigorously, shaking off the evil thoughts in her mind.
That’s when Hashimoto was heard saying, “I’m in the habit of tying up women. Can you promise to let me tie them up?”
Kiyomi looked at Yasuhisa in surprise. There hadn’t been any experience of being tied up in the past. Hearing Yasuhisa say it in a tepid tone:
“That’s great, I’ve wanted to bind Kiyomi for a long time. It’s great to learn from senpai.”
“Jingjiu…”
Kiyomi frowned at Yasuhisa. At that moment, Hashimoto took the cotton rope out of his purse and approached Kiyomi.
“Don’t be afraid, it won’t be painful. In my experience, there is no female yet who does not like bondage. In the hearts of Japanese women, there is the desire of the block to envision the loss of freedom. Do you long for it?”
From Hashimoto’s tone, Kiyomi remembered her student days.
“It’s your first time and will be gently tied.”
Hashimoto asked Kiyomi to stretch her hands out in front of her and bind both wrists with rope, then the rope passed up and down her bountiful breasts, and after it was bound around her waist, the rope went back through her crotch to sink into her flesh.
“Ah…”
Kiyomi couldn’t help but bite her lips knowing that the rope was sinking deep into a sensitive part.
(Ah… and tied in such a place…) Shame, humiliation, uneasiness, fear… all of these mixed together, and the ropes around my crotch gave me a wonderful feeling that I had never experienced before, and the slightest movement caused me to sink into the stamen, stimulating the mucous membranes.
“How about this, it’s called a crotch rope. It’s very popular with the girls.”
Hashimoto whispered in Kiyomi’s ear and pulled the crotch rope with his hand.
“Ah… don’t…”
Producing a strong tickling sensation, Kiyomi’s ass stepped back and bent her body.
“Beautiful ass and smooth.”
Hashimoto ran his hands over the smooth ass, then pulled Kiyomi to the wall. There were something like rails and iron hooks on the ceiling. Hashimoto put the rope that tied her hands on the iron hook and pulled up. Kiyomi’s hands were quickly raised high in the air, her naked body completely exposed.
The professor took a few steps away. Rising his eyes, he looked at the body of the clear beauty like a famous painting.
Then he came over and whispered in Kiyomi’s ear, “You’re Kiyomi Yumoto. I remember you. You got good grades and were the most beautiful of all the students.”
Kiyomi felt stunned. Sure enough, she was still recognized and felt trapped in an abyss.
“It’s only now that I can say that I didn’t know how many times I wanted to ask you out. When I saw you graduate, I regretted not asking you out. It’s fate, isn’t it? I didn’t expect to see you in this situation.”
(Professor is interested in me…?) Kiyomi still couldn’t believe Hashimoto’s words.
“When did you get married, your husband is very nice.”
Hashimoto said while playing with Kiyomi’s breasts. When the sensitive nipples were caressed, a sweet electric current was generated. A strong sense of shame set the whole body on fire.
“Hey, don’t be embarrassed, I’m the same as you, Ruihui was my student and now equals to be my lover.”
Hashimoto spoke to Kiyomi’s mind and started kissing the nipples. While flicking them with the tip of her tongue, she caressed them in her armpits and lower body.
“Professor… please… no more… oh…”
Words of pleading broke off, and pleasure welled up from the touch.
“I know you have a sensitive body, and your pussy got wet just now when you saw Rui Hui. The sluttier you are when you come to a place like this, the better, put aside your unnecessary vanity and be as slutty as you can, then your husband will be happy too.”
Kiyomi looks at Yasuhisa. Yasuhisa also stroked Rui Hui’s lower body while looking at Kiyomi with excitement.
“Isn’t your husband excited? He’s that kind of man, and if you want to make him happy, you have to be sexy first.”
The professor finished pulling something pink out of his purse.
“It’s a small vibrator.”
Turning the switch on, it began to vibrate slightly with a slight beep. It was the first time Kiyomi had seen a vibrator.
Neither Yasuhisa nor Hongo ever used it.
(Ah! If you have such a thing…) Kiyomi’s buttocks fell back in shock. Hashimoto squatted down, pulled back the string slightly, and shoved the vibrator inside Kiyomi’s pistil.
“Umm… no…”
The terrifying vibration caused Kiyomi to bite her lips, a feeling she had never felt before.
(Ah… Don’t be like that…) I knew that the professor had left.
“Until Kiyomi asks for it, let’s just enjoy it on this side.”
Hear the professor’s voice.
“I didn’t realize there were small vibrators like that.”
“Works great, gets fully into the flesh and can be inserted inside as well. When you go outside, you’d better buy one to use as well.”
The men are heard talking. Looking towards the couch, Yasuhisa and the professor place Ruihui in the center and caress her body.
(Ah… this is too much… this is too much…) Kiyomi resented Yasuko. But the feeling soon disappeared as the vibrator in her flesh hole brought a sweet tickling sensation. Kiyomi’s body, in particular, was even more erotic than she had imagined. No matter how she felt, her body demanded more intense stimulation.
(Ah… I wish I could penetrate it with something bigger…) His eyes met with Yasuhisa’s. Yasuhisa kissed Seohyi and stroked the base of her thighs as if he was deliberately showing Kiyomi.
(Yasuhisa, my breasts are scratchy.) Suck on my nipples. Stick your thing in.) The desire that grew stronger caused Kiyomi to keep twisting her naked body.
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“Kiyomi, is it that you want something from a man?”
The professor asked cheekily. Kiyomi felt her desires being seen through and lowered her head with a red face. After the professor whispered a few words in Yasuhisa’s ear, Yasuhisa looked at Kiyomi and nodded. The professor walks over, unties Kiyomi and takes her to the bed.
“You make a wank and show us.”
“What?”
“I said masturbate.”
Kiyomi looked at Yasuhisa with an expression of rejection.
“That’s for both of us to decide. You’re not going to say there’s no experience of masturbation.”
It is true that she had masturbated when she was lonely as a single person, but after she got married, she did not see the need for it. Kiyomi felt that she was in a dream, how could she masturbate in front of her husband and her mentor.
“I can’t do that kind of thing, I can’t do it.”
“Do it, Kiyomi.”
Yasuhisa urged with a scary expression. I’ve never seen such an expression in the past. Yasuhisa was serious. Thinking like that, Kiyomi lost her power to resist. Kiyomi, who was lying on her back, had no choice but to spread her thighs.
(Ah… I’m so ashamed…) I put my hands over my pistil, which was already wet from the long hours of grinding with the vibrator.
“Start, Kiyomi.”
The professor’s words caused Kiyomi’s hesitation to shatter, stroking her slit with her fingers.
(Aaah… Don’t look…) Just touching the area made a chirping sound.
“You can’t see well this way. Use your hands to fondle your breasts and your right hand to spread your labia.”
(Ah… I’m so ashamed… I can’t do it…) I thought to myself, and then my left hand was already touching my sweaty breasts. At first it was gentle, but gradually it became more forceful. At that moment, Kiyomi felt that something in herself was disintegrating, and then the anticipation of being abused arose… with a sense of abandon.
(Ah… I’m a slut.) Kiyomi boldly parted her labia.
(Ah… I’m sure I’ve seen inside too.) My body was burning with shame.
“Oh, it’s all there to see in the pussy, Kiyomi, you have a beautiful pussy.”
Knowing that the professor looks that way.
(Ah… Professor Hashimoto…) Kiyomi thought ‘I wish to have sex with the professor… I didn’t know it at the time… maybe I had such a wish when I was a student.’
(Ah… Look. Look at my slutty pussy.) Kiyomi shouted this in her mind and made a humming sound.
“Open and close it with your fingers.”
Kiyomi was hypnotized into repeatedly parting her labia with her index and middle fingers and closing them again, making lewd watery noises each time.
“Ah… I do such things… ah…”
Kiyomi let out a grunt, gripping her breasts hard and rolling her nipples as well.
“See, the horny cunt is drooling and asking for a finger to be inserted, Kiyomi put your finger in, let the fire inside warm up.”
Professor Kiyoso’s voice makes Kiyomi bold.
“Oh!”
Kiyomi inserted her middle finger into her flesh hole, generating intense pleasure. Couldn’t help but raise her chin.
The thought of being seen masturbating by her husband and past benefactors creates a strong desire like no other.
“Ah… I can’t… I have to…”
Kiyomi said while gripping the bed sheet with her left hand.
“Want it? Kiyomi, then ask to say insert me into the flesh hole.”
“Ah… that kind of talk…”
“Or I won’t stick it in you.”
“Ah… Please penetrate… inside my pussy…”
Kiyomi’s face became redder. That’s when she saw Yasuhisa get into bed and approach her with her erect rod in her hand.
(Ah… Give it to me faster!) Kiyomi pulled her finger out of the stamen and raised her ass high in a receptive position.
Yasuhisa picked up Kiyomi’s ass and searched for a target with his glans. Immediately there was the long awaited hard meat sticking in.
“Umm… ah…”
With just one thrust, Kiyomi reached a mild orgasm. Yasuhisa began to thrust violently.
“Ah… uh… again… uh…”
Kiyomi’s body leaned back and became paralyzed-like lying on the bed. The meat stick that had temporarily stopped moving started thrusting again.
“Ouch… I can’t… I can’t… Ah… I’m dying…”
Kiyomi gripped the sheets and went into oblivion, even the top of her head felt the impact when the glans hit the opening of her womb.
When the meat stick withdrew, it created an impatient desire and couldn’t help but wiggle her ass. The meat stick that made Kiyomi climax suddenly disappeared.
“Ah…”
Kiyomi opened her eyes and saw Professor Hashimoto’s face.
“Ah! No!”
Kiyomi wanted to avoid being penetrated by her past mentor no matter what, believing that was something not to be done. Desperately, she pushed Hashimoto hard, but she no longer had the strength, and her legs were pulled apart. Seeing the professor’s crotch object, not unlike a middle-aged man, sticking up high.
“No… no… oh…”
Kiyomi let out a miserable scream as the hard, long cock plunged deep into Kiyomi, feeling her internal organs being shocked.
(Ah… it’s so powerful…) The thrusts were as powerful as a young man’s, and the movements were cunning. The slow thrusts made Kiyomi anxious, and just when Kiyomi felt that she couldn’t wait, the thrusts would be violent.
When the mouth of the uterus was impacted, she couldn’t help but let out a grunt that she was embarrassed by. When she felt that she was close to reaching orgasm, the rod retreated to the mouth of the hole and shook there.
Yasuhisa’s fucked up moves are pretty good, but the Professor’s skills far exceed his.
“ah… ah…”
At some point, Kiyomi clasped her hands around her benefactor’s back and wrapped her legs around the professor’s ass, pulling hard in her direction.
“Very good, Kiyomi, look.”
Hearing the professor’s words, Kiyomi looked toward the next bed. She saw Yasuhisa thrusting from behind Rui Hui’s back, and also saw the sight of the rod that emitted a wet sheen moving in and out of the hairless slit. Yasuhisa also looked at Kiyomi with lustful eyes.
(Ah… Yasuko… Would you be so happy if I had sex with another man?) The strange look in her husband’s eyes also made Kiyomi even more frantic.
“Understand? Your husband is most interested in seeing you fuck someone else, and you can now, that will make it hurt your husband even more.”
The professor’s movements became faster, breathing heavily in a continuous thrust.
“Ah… good… great… teacher…”
Kiyomi clung to Hashimoto as if she were plunged into a bottomless pit. The water flowing out of the small hole sprayed farther than the water flowing out of the large hole. Kiyomi’s lust grew equally intense.
“It’s coming… it’s coming… ah…”
Finally reaching the pinnacle of her orgasm, Kiyomi’s hands began to grip the sheets instead, lifting her chin hard. It was as if her whole body was splitting and her body couldn’t help but jump. Kiyomi had already felt satisfied after Yasuko and the many orgasms she had with the professor. However, the professor had not yet finished, and with the continuous thrusting, Kiyomi could no longer tell if she was in the middle of an orgasm or not.
Feeling like she was floating in mid-air, her whole body was numb , in her hazy consciousness, Kiyomi kept sobbing.
Chapter 3: Anal Sex and the Magic Cave Drive a Lovely Young Woman Crazy
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After sending Yasuhisa off to work, Kiyomi started washing the dishes. As she wiped down the plates that Yasuhisa had used, she remembered the intense sexual intercourse she had had with her husband last night and felt somewhat embarrassed. As she was cleaning her room, the phone rang. Picking up the phone, Kiyomi tensed when she heard the voice; the call was from Professor Hashimoto.
“Why do you know my home phone number?”
Kiyomi couldn’t help but ask. Even though there was an intimate relationship, the rules of the sorority were such that they didn’t tell each other their phone numbers.
“I’m sorry for asking Mr. Hongo’s because there was an urgent need to contact you.”
(The Minister is going too far… but what’s the emergency?) Hashimoto, probably recognizing Kiyomi’s mentality, said:
“Something happened that really bothered me.”
“What is it?”
“Your husband seems to be meeting with Rui Hui, neither of them are children, and it shouldn’t be necessary to say what they do when they meet.”
Kiyomi was surprised.
“It’s well-documented. It’s a pain in the ass for your husband to conceal this kind of thing.”
She knows that Yasuhisa is interested in Seohyi, but she can’t believe that her husband would secretly meet Seohyi without her knowledge.
“I’m angry that what your husband did was against the rules of the sorority and that we all follow the rules in order to enjoy shared secrets.”
“Is there any mistake? I don’t think my husband would do something like that.”
Kiyomi held out a glimmer of hope.
“Indeed it is true, I think I was wrong about this Kano person.”
Kiyomi was speechless. With the professor being so cut and dry, there should be no mistaking it.
“So to meet with you to talk about it. I’m at the XX Grand Hotel right now, in room 705 because I’m trying to catch up on a paper, so please come by after noon.”
Hearing that it was a big hotel, Kiyomi felt hesitant. Having had sex with the professor once with her husband’s consent, and since the professor was said to have had a crush on Kiyomi when she was a student, she felt uneasy about what the professor would demand if the two of them were alone now.
“Not in some neighborhood store?”
“I’d like to be that way, but I’m too busy to be separated from what I’m doing, and I can’t let anyone else hear about it.”
“I know, I’ll be there after noon.”
“I’ll wait for you, room 705.”
The professor labored off the phone after saying the room number one more time.
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When he knocked at the door of room 705, the professor immediately opened the door and took Kiyomi into the room.
“You sit here and wait.”
Professor Hashimoto finished and returned to his desk. While Hashimoto was using the text processor, Kiyomi looked around the room with nothing to do. The single room with only one bed, in the narrow space, the two people who had once had physical relations between a man and a woman were alone in it. The dull atmosphere gradually made Kiyomi unable to endure it.
At this point Hashimoto seemed to come to an end and turned to Kiyomi, “Sorry to keep you waiting.”
Seeing the lion-hunting gaze in Hashimoto’s eyes, Kiyomi felt nervous.
“To be honest, it bothers me that I was wrong about this Kano person.”
“May I ask if this is true?”
Kiyomi Battle Battle Battle Battle Battle Battle Battle Battle Battle Battle asked.
“Watch this.”
Hashimoto took out a videotape, put it into the VCR and flipped the switch. A slightly inadequate view appeared on the screen of a man asking a woman to suck on a meat stick. Of course she knew who the man was, but for a moment, Kiyomi couldn’t recognize the fact.
Sitting on the edge of the bed was Yasuhisa, and taking the rod in her mouth was Ruihui, a powerful shock that made Kiyomi not even notice Hashimoto approaching.
“Got it? Your husband is such a despicable man, he betrayed me.”
Hashimoto’s hand rested on Kiyomi’s shoulder, and Kiyomi hastily avoided Hongo’s hand as if she was electrocuted.
“I was thinking about what to do. It’s too childish to punish Kano, so I decided that adults have to settle things in an adult way, you know the saying, right?”
Hashimoto leaned towards Kiyomi with lustful eyes, and Kiyomi hastily stepped back.
“Our other halves are having fun together, just look away, it’s adult play, let’s enjoy it too.”
Hashimoto hugs Kiyomi. Unable to help herself, Kiyomi pushes his hand away and stands up.
“What’s wrong? I heard from Hongo. He also loves you very much. With experience like that, are you still afraid of this little thing?”
“But that’s something you do only for Yasuhisa.”
“Is it for him? You seem to love Kano so much. But what has your trusted husband done?”
Hashimoto looked toward the TV screen. Kiyomi couldn’t help but feel like falling into the depths of hell when she looked over as well.
On the screen, Yasuhisa spreads Rui Hui’s legs apart and presses his body on top of it, engaging in coitus. Even the nectar-stained rod moving in and out of the flesh hole was clearly visible.
(Why did Yasuhisa do such a thing?) Yasuhisa said he would never secretly date other girls, so he reluctantly joined the party…
Hashimoto smiled smugly in his heart when he saw Kiyomi’s stricken look. Then he took advantage of her weakness to embrace her from the front.
“Ah… no… no…”
The past student grimaced in Hashimoto’s arms, which were soft flesh that was comfortable to cradle. Hashimoto’s crotch began to swell again at the thought of the exciting night at the villa.
“The last time you were so good. That time, you had more than one orgasm and accepted my penis…”
Hashimoto pulled Kiyomi’s hand to the front of her pants and squeezed the arm that wanted to escape, making her grip the ferociously erect rod.
“Ah… no…”
Kiyomi twisted her body in the dress. But the hand holding the rod did not leave.
“Your husband is having an affair, and you’re welcome to it. Think about that time, didn’t you start sobbing because you were so comfortable?”
Hashimoto leaned his nose into his hair, his breath spraying into Kiyomi’s ears.
“Ah…”
The soft body trembled. Hashimoto reached down to Kiyomi’s crotch and stroked the roots of her thighs from her dress. Kiyomi let out a scream and clenched her legs. As Hashimoto pushed his hand into the base of her thighs and stroked it through the fabric, Kiyomi’s whole body seemed to suddenly lose its strength. Hashimoto supported Kiyomi’s body and immediately kissed her.
“Umm…”
Kiyomi, who let out a humming sound, allowed Hashimoto to suck on her lips, her body trembling all the while. Hashimoto took the opportunity to stick his tongue inside the sweet lips and play with it. At the same time, his fingers stroked over the slightly bulging penis.
“Umm… Umm…”
Kiyomi let out a bitter grunt while wiggling her ass. After Hashimoto’s long kiss ended, Kiyomi still had a deflated look on her face, but it was as if she suddenly came to her senses.
“Don’t! You can’t…”
One side said, stepping backward. Kiyomi’s body was already in lust, but for the sake of her husband, she couldn’t help but refuse. This attitude excited Hashimoto even more.
“You’re such a good woman, it makes me regret not pursuing you back in my college days. Good thing it’s not too late now.”
Hashimoto walks over and presses Kiyomi against the wall, pulling down the back pull. As she let the dress fall to her feet, Kiyomi used her hands to cover her breasts. The light red bra pushed her breasts up high, and the lower half of her body had panties of the same color. They barely covered her ample ass.
Hashimoto has been interested in swapping couples for ten years. In that time, he had played with all kinds of women, including college girls, but it was rare to see a woman with only Kiyomi’s looks and body. The fact that Kiyomi was an ex-student and a newly married young woman further inflamed Hashimoto’s desire.
Pulling Kiyomi, who had her hands on her chest, to the edge of the bed, she sat her down. Taking out the red rope from her briefcase, she threw it on the bed. Seeing the rope coiled like a snake, Kiyomi’s expression stiffened.
“When a man reaches my age, it’s not coitus with a woman that gives him pleasure.”
Hashimoto said while undoing the hook of the bra’s lab coat. After removing the bra, he continued to take off the panties.
“Ah… no!”
Becoming naked before she could resist, Kiyomi could only put her hands on her breasts and bend her body.
“Your skin is so beautiful and glows with healthy beauty, and there’s not too much fat, it’s the perfect body for bondage.”
Hashimoto stroked at trembling shoulders and back before picking up the rope.
“Ah… don’t…”
Kiyomi objected, but her body couldn’t exert any force at all. Hashimoto twisted Kiyomi’s hands on her chest behind her back so that the following parts overlapped as much as possible so that the beauty of the bondage could be revealed.
“Ah…”
Probably in pain, Kiyomi let out a slight grunt. After Hashimoto bound her hands, she wrapped the extra rope around the top and bottom of her breasts and knotted it at her back. Pushing Kiyomi down on the bed so that she was lying on her back with her legs bent, she tied them above and below her knees. This way the legs lose their freedom.
“Let me see your face.”
Hashimoto wrenched Kiyomi’s chin. I don’t know whether it was reluctance or resignation, but Kiyomi closed her eyes and pursed her lips, her long eyelashes trembled, and occasionally opened her eyes slightly, her pupils were moist.
“Very pretty face, and your expression when you’re tied up like that is just beautiful. You may have masochistic qualities.”
After admiring the past students for a while, Hashimoto began to undress himself. The skin hazed pale. Probably not dead to women at this age, there wasn’t a bit of flab on his body.
Lifting Kiyomi’s black hair up, she licked it from the base of her ear to the nape of her neck.
When you’re that age, you feel sacred to a woman’s skin. That’s why licking it like this produces unspeakable excitement. Taking the earlobe in his mouth and sucking on it, his breath sprayed in the earhole. I don’t know if it tickles, or if there’s pleasure in it, but Kiyomi tightens her neck. Licking down from the neck to the shoulder.
“ah… no… uh…”
Kiyomi turned her face away and bit her lip. Hashimoto’s target turned to the bulging breasts. Bound by the rope, the nipples were particularly prominent, shaped and shiny without any flaws.
Hashimoto kissed on the breasts and his crotch thing got excited with it. He couldn’t wait to take the pink bud in his mouth and suck on it.
“Don’t! Ah… um…”
Kiyomi let out a gasp and twisted her upper body. Hashimoto took turns sucking on the left and right breasts, and before long the nipples were erect in Hashimoto’s mouth.
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Hashimoto loves to lick women’s bodies. When licking a young and elastic body, it was like licking the essence of a woman and feeling energized all over. From the black triangle on the lower abdomen to the moist stamen, it was licked for thirty minutes.
“ah… uh…”
By this time, Kiyomi let out an unbearable grunt and kept wiggling her ass, spilling clear nectar from her petals.
(Almost ready to start.) Hashimoto pushed his bound legs upward, almost touching his upper body. At the base of the snow-white thighs, the stamens open their mouths, with small, teal-brown openings underneath. Hashimoto aims for the anus. Nose close to there, smelling the flavor of it, while sticking out his tongue to lick it.
“Ah! No!”
Kiyomi screamed as the muscles in her ass tightened. Hashimoto pressed his face close to the straddle. Kiyomi desperately wiggled her ass to avoid it.
“No… no… don’t…”
Hashimoto used the tip of his tongue to stimulate the stamen in its flooded state, then applied his saliva to the anus.
“Ah… there’s the ass… don’t!”
Kiyomi let out a sobbing sound and tried to escape, but with her hands and knees bound, she couldn’t move at all. Hashimoto pushed Kiyomi’s legs even further forward, raising her ass high in the air and exposing her anus completely. Kiyomi’s anus was completely underexposed, like a newborn baby. Hashimoto used his middle finger to dip it in honey as a lubricant, first rubbing it on the anus and gradually inserting the tip of his finger into it.
“Ah! Umm…”
Kiyomi showed a pained expression.
“Push like you do when you poop, it’ll be easier.”
Kiyomi had to do what Hongo told her, her anus bulging slightly as the finger was inserted, once it passed through the narrow gate it could be much easier inside. The finger entered to the second joint and Hashimoto felt the strength of the sphincter.
“Didn’t Kano ever get it for you?”
Hashimoto asked, and Kiyomi nodded softly.
“So, let me teach you. It’s good to play with your anus and fuck on one side like that.”
After the finger was inserted into the anus, Kiyomi’s body seemed unable to exert herself, so she had to let Hashimoto play with it. At this point, Hashimoto pulled out his finger and then made Kiyomi lie down. Because she was tied up, she was in a frog-like position. Hashimoto put a pillow under Kiyomi’s stomach to raise her ass.
Hashimoto aimed at the wet stamen.
“Ah… no!”
Pressing down on Kiyomi who was writhing her ass, she thrust in from behind. The completely moist flesh hole immediately swallowed the penis.
“Ahhhh!”
In that instant, Kiyomi’s back tilted upward, her bound fingers spread and straightened.
(Oh! It’s so wonderful!) Hashimoto reveled in the wonderful sensation of his rod being clenched. It was a feeling that had never been forgotten since the deliciousness at the villa. Whether it was the tightness at the root or inside, and the feeling of the whole package squirming, it could be given full marks.
Hashimoto shortly inserted his middle finger inside his anus. In that moment, the meaty hole in front of him tightened the rod even more. Hashimoto began to slowly thrust while his middle finger gently twitched in the anus.
“There’s an indescribable comfort, I guess, and maybe some sadness now, and after a while, you’ll want that.”
Hashimoto thrust hard, and the finger in his anus continued to wiggle.
“Umm… don’t…”
“Just forget about your husband. You’ll be more comfortable.”
“ah… uh…”
The terrible sensation that spread throughout her body made Kiyomi on the verge of going crazy. The uterus received a strong shock, and the anus received a tense sensation, which tightened the hole uncontrollably. Probably because of the tightening of the hole, the sensation of the rod was particularly sharp. Just by gently rubbing like this, the electricity went straight to the top of the head. It was the first time that the sensation of the anus and the meat hole moving together, such a sense of urgency, took away Kiyomi’s rationality.
(Ah… I’m sorry… Yasuhisa…) From then on, Kiyomi forgot everything. As her fingers moved inside her anus, Kiyomi’s buttocks wiggled, as if asking for more stimulation. When the rod hit the uterus, Kiyomi grunted and tightened the rod even more.
“ah… uh… ah…”
Hearing Kiyomi’s grunts, Hashimoto knew he was nearing his limit and began to make a final push. He was ready to reach anal sex. After Hashimoto pulled out his rod from his meat hole, he squared his anus. Kiyomi’s consciousness was fading, seemingly unaware of Hashimoto’s attempts.
Hashimoto’s nectar-soaked rod thrust toward the anus, the glans passing through the tightest hole and inside.
“Wo…”
In an instant, Kiyomi let out an unheard of scream and her back straightened. Hashimoto took this opportunity to thrust his rod to the root. The intense tightness unique to anal sex was encountered, and he couldn’t help but clench his teeth.
“Kiyomi, do you know where it’s inserted? It’s in your ass hole.”
Hearing Hashimoto say that, Kiyomi felt an unprecedented sense of shame. Her body was tied up like a frog, and she was being anally raped from behind, and the other person was her past mentor. Now she really regretted coming here to see Hashimoto, but it was too late.
(Ah… Yasuhisa, it’s your fault, it’s because you’re having an affair that…) Hashimoto started to move from above. As if checking the inside, he slowly inserted it and then turned the rod like expanding the sphincter to the right.
(Aaah… no… it’s so hard…) In the midst of the pressure and marvelous sensations that she could barely utter, Kiyomi was forced into a very tense state. She didn’t know what was pushing her, whether it was shame or pain or intense pleasure, but in this situation, she began to feel a growing sense of fullness. The professor’s movements became more and more intense.
(Ah… why is it so cruel…) Kiyomi felt powerless at her current embarrassing appearance, and gradually had the idea of doing whatever her partner wanted. When her anus was being violently penetrated, it seemed as if something was turning over, and she felt the pleasure of being abused. Hashimoto seemed to be getting more and more excited, grabbing the rope that bound Kiyomi’s hands and thrusting harder.
“Kiyomi, I’m going to cum! Can’t help it. You too!”
With the continuous impact on her rectum, Kiyomi no longer had the ability to think.
“ah… uh… uh…”
Kiyomi let out a grunt that she couldn’t tell if it was pain or pleasure and raised her back.
“Oh! I can’t…”
Hashimoto roared as his rod pulsed and then exploded inside his rectum, and Kiyomi pressed her face against the bed in exhaustion. After this day of continuous abuse by Hashimoto, it was dusk when Kiyomi returned to her apartment.
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Kiyomi felt distressed. She doesn’t know if she should tell her husband about Hashimoto.
(This is not a problem that can be solved by silence. He should be told.) I’ve always thought so, but when I see my husband’s usual attitude, I find it hard to talk about it.
He should have told Rui Hui about it too, and thinking about it, Kiyomi didn’t want to open her mouth to talk about it.
Just then, Yasuhisa was going to Osaka on a business trip for three days and two nights.
(Will you be going with Seohyuk?) Kiyomi suspects this, but doesn’t want to call the office to find out. The morning after dropping Yasuhisa off, Hashimoto calls again. For some reason, Hashimoto knows about Yasuhisa’s business trip and offers to go on a one-day, one-night trip tomorrow, adding that he’ll be back the morning after so Yasuhisa won’t know.
Kiyomi refuses, but Hashimoto insists. In Kiyomi’s mind there’s also the fact that maybe Yasuhisa and Rui Hui went to have fun, so if that’s the case, why shouldn’t I? And for some reason, Yasuhisa hasn’t had sex with her lately. Hearing Hashimoto’s incessant demands, the humiliating and unusual pleasure from the last time she was humiliated at the Grand Hotel appeared inside her.
As a result, Kiyomi had no choice but to agree. That night, Yasuhisa, who was supposed to be living in Osaka, did not call back, which made Kiyomi’s decision even stronger.
The next morning Kiyomi hitched a ride with Hashimoto to a famous tourist resort two hours away from Chekyo. Kiyomi sits in the car still in disbelief that she took advantage of her husband’s absence to go on a trip with another man.
Arriving at the hot spring hotel, Hashimoto immediately demanded Kiyomi’s flesh. Kiyomi didn’t oblige and went to the hot spring alone, soaking in the wide hot spring bath and blushing at the thought of her daring behavior.
(What will Professor Hashimoto do today? Or will he ask for ass?) Kiyomi realized that she was thinking about such things, and her body was on fire, so it seemed that it wasn’t just the hot springs.
(I’m the one with a husband, how can I think about such things.) Reason raised its head in Kiyomi’s heart and she wanted to go back immediately, but she felt defiant at the thought that Yasuhisa might be with Rui Hui. Leaving the bath, she put on her robe and returned to her room.
Hashimoto also changed into his robe and waited in his room.
“Oh, it’s beautiful.”
Hashimoto immediately wrapped Kiyomi in his arms. Her whole body trembled when her sensitive ears were licked. Unable to stand still, she had to lean against Hashimoto’s body.
Hashimoto stroked Kiyomi’s ass from her robe, and couldn’t wait to pull Kiyomi into the next room of the Japanese room again.
The room was already furnished with bedding. Hashimoto sat Kiyomi on a red quilt.
After admiring Kiyomi’s body for a while, Hashimoto took out the red rope from his purse.
Kiyomi found herself taking a certain kind of pleasure in her current state, the powerlessness of not being able to fight back probably triggering the sensuality. Hashimoto pushed Kiyomi down onto the quilt and began to kiss. The hair oil used smelled different than Yasuhisa’s, and the kiss was different. After a long kiss, Hashimoto pulled Kiyomi’s collar open.
“Ah… no…”
Kiyomi couldn’t help but resist when her breasts were exposed.
“It’s so beautiful, and it’s lovely to see how much more swollen the bound breasts have become.”
Hashimoto said, taking the sensitive nipple in his mouth and sucking on it while rubbing the breast.
Kiyomi forgets that she is dating another man without her husband’s knowledge. Her tied hands were about to go numb as they were pressed under her body, but she was in a mood to do whatever she wanted. Soon, Hashimoto’s body moved downward and spread Kiyomi’s legs hard to the left and right.
“Ah… don’t look…”
Kiyomi knew that by now the sex was fully exposed. After the caresses earlier, it was already moist there. After admiring it for a while, the professor pressed his face to the base of Kiyomi’s thigh. Hashimoto was sophisticated, licking the stamen slowly as if he was deliberately making Kiyomi impatient.
“ah… no… uh…”
Kiyomi couldn’t help but grunt as Hashimoto plunged his tongue into the stamen, and there was an urgent sense of need.
(AH… WANT…) Kiyomi also raised her buttocks and pressed her lower body against the professor’s face. Hashimoto’s tongue pushed harder, surprisingly making piston movements in the meaty movement.
“Ummm… ah… ah…”
Kiyomi couldn’t suppress her desire and couldn’t help but wiggle her ass. Just then, the commotion of someone coming in was heard. Kiyomi’s heart was about to explode when she opened her hazel eyes and saw clearly who the man who came in was.
This man is Yasuhisa. Carrying a travel bag, he looks down at the professor licking the stamens.
“No! No!”
Kiyomi started to struggle, but the professor pressed her legs harder.
“I’m so sorry, I seem to be early.”
Yasuhisa flashed a smile to see Kiyomi.
(What… what’s going on here?) Kiyomi really couldn’t figure it out, so she looked at Yasuhisa with wide eyes.
“Hee hee, Kiyomi, you’re in over your head, how could I possibly hide intercourse with Seohyuk from you?”
Kiyomi still looked confused.
“Don’t you get it yet? This was discussed with the professor. How can you make that kind of videotape without the professor’s consent? The professor and I share the same interests, so we came up with the game to test your chastity.”
“Ah… this is too much!”
“You’re the one who went overboard, aren’t you. Despite having seen that videotape, you had intercourse with the professor without my permission.”
Yasuhisa squatted down and stroked Kiyomi’s black hair and said, “And it seems like there’s a great deal of pleasure in receiving an ass…”
Lust bubbled in Yasuhisa’s eyes, and the front of her pants bulged high.
“After traveling only one night, I rushed back from Osaka to see my wife and past benefactor fucked.”
“Too… too much…”
“Don’t be angry; don’t you get great pleasure from the result of this game?”
Yasuhisa hastily pulled down her pants and got on her knees.
“This thing missed you terribly on the business trip too, it’s always erect like this, so comfort him.”
The sinewy rod loomed close to his lower abdomen.
“No! No!”
“How can you say that, aren’t you happy to have a professor licking your pussy right now? In fact, you didn’t even think about it yourself, did you? You are very horny woman. Isn’t it painful for you to look like you’re having an affair like this, with a man licking your pussy?”
Yasuhisa’s words completely defeated Kiyomi. Although the other party had set it up, what Yasuhisa said was true.
“Women like you need to be punished.”
Yasuhisa and the professor combined their efforts to lift Kiyomi’s body so that she was lying prone, and then lifted her ass high in the air. Seeing the teal-brown chrysanthemum in the plump groove of her ass, the thought of the professor’s cock penetrating here gave Yasuhisa a strong sadistic desire.
After hearing the professor’s words, Yasuhisa also wanted to try anal sex. Following Hashimoto’s instructions, Yasuhisa pressed her fingers against her anus.
“No!”
Kiyomi let out a scream and tried to escape, but stopped moving when she was reprimanded by Yasuhisa. Fishing up nectar from the stamen, he applied it to the anus and massaged it. Kiyomi immediately grunted and wiggled her ass.
(Kiyomi you’re slutty enough! Just touching your anus makes you wiggle your ass so comfortably.) Discovering a new side of Kiyomi, Yasuhisa felt satisfied.
“Almost ready.”
The professor urged Yasuhisa. Yasuhisa immediately took hold of his erect rod and pressed it against his honey-slicked anus.
“The gist of the insertion is the same.”
Hashimoto guides Yasuhisa from the side. Yasuhisa slowly thrusts inward.
“Umm… don’t…”
Kiyomi Curl Back.
“Didn’t Kiyomi teach you that? To keep your ass up and hard.”
Hashimoto said in a lecturing tone. Yasuhisa was inevitably nervous because it was his first time. After searching with his glans for a while, he finally found the soft part and began to slowly apply pressure.
“Whoa!”
Just then Kiyomi let out a miserable scream. The snow-white back spasmed.
(Mmm.) Yasuko was amazed at the strength of the anal constriction she was experiencing at first. It was much stronger than the previous hole. You have to push hard on the penis, or it seems like it will be pinched off.
As I began to thrust slowly, the pressure on my penis from the opening soon gave rise to the desire to ejaculate. When I force myself to do the piston movement, the mucous membrane of my rectum surrounds the rod, generating indescribable pleasure.
“Umm… ah… mmm…”
A sexy hum escaped Kiyomi’s lips.
“Kiyomi, how is it? Is it comfortable to stick it in your ass like that?”
“Ah… Jingjiu… comfortable… I feel strange…”
The bound hands were purple in color, and the fingers were still open and closed. At that moment, the professor spoke quietly in Yasuhisa’s ear.
Yasuhisa nodded after a moment’s consideration.
Yasuhisa changed Kiyomi’s body to a side-lying position under the anal penetration of the meat stick. Hashimoto came in front of Kiyomi, forming a sandwich with two men wrapping Kiyomi in front and behind. Yasuhisa lifted one of Kiyomi’s legs from behind. Hashimoto, who was lying on his side in front of her, immediately searched for her stamen with his erect rod.
“Ah… what is this for?”
“To give you even greater enjoyment, it’s a rare thing to have a penis thrusting in front and back at the same time.”
“No! This is impossible… Please, please, please stop this…”
Hearing Kiyomi’s pleading voice, Hashimoto, who had revealed his true nature, inserted his rod into the moist flesh hole. Because of the penetration of the rod in the anus, the vagina, which was separated by a wall of flesh, was narrower than usual.
“Ah…”
The moment the meat stick was inserted, Kiyomi raised her chin and let out a delicate hum. The feeling of pressure in her lower abdomen that almost ruptured made Kiyomi not dare to move at all. The simultaneous penetration of the front and back meat holes was something she had never dreamed of, but now it became a reality.
The two men immediately began to move, producing completely different sensations before and after. Hearing the two men’s rapid breathing and smelling the slightly different body odors, Kiyomi felt that she was about to lose her mind. As if the two men had agreed in advance, the rods were going in and out.
“Umm… Umm…”
With each thrust, Kiyomi let out a cry-like hum. The sweaty bodies of the two men clamped down on Kiyomi’s body.
“Kiyomi, how does this taste? How does it feel to go back and forth at the same time?”
Kiyomi couldn’t answer at all to Yasuhisa’s question and just shook her head vigorously.
“Answer it! Ask how you feel.”
“Ah… so sad…”
“Is that all it is? It’s actually quite cozy, isn’t it? It’s so comfortable that you’re going crazy. If you’re comfortable, say so.”
“Ah… comfortable… comfortable… ah… going crazy.”
Although forced to say it, once it was said, it was as if it was implied and produced a marvelous thrill.
“Say, where’s the comfort?”
“Pussy… ass…”
“Is it pussy and ass? Is that the most comfortable?”
“Such things… I don’t know.”
Yasuhisa asked while stirring inside his anus. The professor also sped up his thrusts.
“Kiyomi, your pussy is getting tighter and tighter, and it’s still squirming inside. It’s almost ready, isn’t it? Just come out.”
The professor made another continuous, violent stroke.
“Ah… no… no…”
Kiyomi made an urgent sound, and her fingers, which were tied behind her back, kept curling.
It was like walking on the edge of a precipice, about to fall again, a feeling that swelled and swelled and shook my mind like an earthquake.
“Oh! Kiyomi, that’s great. Your ass is clenching… ah…”
Yasuhisa screamed as she reached forward to grab her breasts.
“Kiyomi, I can’t help it either.”
The professor thrust the vibrating rod to its deepest point. In that instant, Kiyomi fell down.
“Umm…”
Kiyomi lifted her chin violently as if the fire inside her exploded, causing her entire body to shatter.
Sweat beads erupt from the sweat pores of the entire body, producing an intense orgasm.
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After dinner, Kiyomi was taken to the street at night by two men. But Kiyomi didn’t care to enjoy the street scene of the hot spring resort. After her pussy and anus had been played with, it was as if something was still stuck in them. And there was nothing on underneath the robe. Walking down the long stone steps, the sound of water flowing was heard. Walking along the path of the creek that is to say, I saw the tacky looking board.
“Kano, going in here?”
“Okay.”
Yasuhisa nodded, took Kiyomi’s hand, and pushed open the door to the lounge, where he immediately heard loud music. In the narrow store, there were only four customers in nightgowns, and a few men who looked like company employees were singing karaoke.The middle-aged hotel manager, who stood in front of the counter, chatted to the three men. Yasuhisa and the professor sandwiched Kiyomi in the middle and sat down. They asked for shochu, oolong tea and a simple drink.
(Must be doing something to me.) Kiyomi felt uneasy. Kiyomi’s uneasiness turns into reality. After a few sips of wine, the two men pinned Kiyomi from left to right and took her to the restroom. In the unisex restroom, they inserted a small dildo into Kiyomi’s hole.
Returning to her seat, Kiyomi could hardly stand it. The small dildo mounted deep inside her flesh hole was vibrating inside, stimulating the mucous membranes. The sensuality that had just been extinguished by the abuse only a short while ago was revived by the vibration of the dildo. Moreover, Yasuhisa and Hashimoto pretended to drink and kept stroking Kiyomi’s thighs from their robes.
“Kiyomi, fresh from the hot springs, is especially sexy.”
Saying so, he lifted up her robe, revealing her snow-white thighs.
“No! Don’t…”
Kiyomi was worried about the situation around her while carefully pleading. But the two men didn’t care at all, and the professor even inserted his hands through the neckline and caressed her breasts. Kiyomi’s body was on fire with the intense feeling of shame.
(Don’t… don’t… do this…) Kiyomi kept pleading with her eyes to Yasuhisa. Instead of stopping, Yasuhisa put his hand at the base of his thigh. Feeling that the atmosphere around him was unusual, he saw that the four guests sitting in the neighboring seats kept looking this way with lewd smiles on their faces.
(Yasuhisa… Doesn’t it bother you that your wife is being toyed with like this?) The feeling of shame turned into a feeling of humiliation.
(Hurry up and get out of here before you do.) But I kept hesitating and couldn’t make up my mind. The small dildo kept vibrating inside. The tickling sensation gradually turned into a sweet pleasure. Without realizing it, Kiyomi closed her eyes and prepared to plunge herself into the world of intoxication.
Yasuhisa orders a karaoke duet of a song the two used to sing together. When the intro is played, it forces Kiyomi onto the stage.
Kiyomi held the microphone, but there was no way to raise her head. Not only was she wearing nothing under her robe, but there was a dildo vibrating inside her flesh hole. The intro ended and Yasuhisa sang the boys’ part, followed by the girls’ part. Kiyomi couldn’t sing it, nor could she.
“Hi! Miss, can’t you sing when you have a quickie?”
“The gentleman’s right, she’s itching to do that there.”
Yasuhisa finished, reaching through the collar and grabbing the breasts.
“Don’t… ah…”
Kiyomi screamed and covered her chest with her hands. I can’t believe Yasuhisa would do something so shameless.
But her hands were pulled away and the neckline was pulled wider.
“No!”
Kiyomi pulled the microphone’s hand hastily to cover it, but it was too late.
“Wow! No bra.”
“Get your hands off me and let us see.”
A few of the boys cooed in unison. Kiyomi looked over to the lounge manager with a red face. The manager just kept wiping the glasses. Yasuhisa suddenly twisted one of Kiyomi’s hands behind her back.
“Ah… no…”
A clear, beautiful voice is transmitted from the microphone into the narrow space.
“Sing, or let everyone see you without your boxers on.”
Yasuhisa whispered in Kiyomi’s ear.
(Ah… Yasuhisa has gone too far…) Kiyomi couldn’t help but resent Yasuhisa. Kiyomi was urged to sing. As she sang, her breasts were being played with, causing the melody to change.
(Ah… it’s better to die.) The drinkers looked at Kiyomi with lewd eyes.
Finally finishing a song, which was brought back to his original seat. Take a breath and lower your head. Can’t wait to get out of here.
“Jingjiu… please… get out of here quickly.”
But I don’t know what Yasuhisa was thinking, but he suddenly beckoned to a few other drinkers.
“Ah… Jingjiu… you…”
Yasuhisa has really changed. Now it felt like he was different from before. A drunken four drinkers came staggering over to the
Eyes staring straight at Kiyomi’s body.
“It’s okay to touch her, she’s the woman we bought with our money tonight. It’s fate to drink together, so let’s all come together and have fun.”
Kiyomi looked at Yasuhisa nervously. I can’t believe these words are coming from him.
Prof. Yasuhisa made way for a seat.
“Is it really okay?”
“Sure.”
The short, fat man with the hair falling out of his head smiled and sat next to Kiyomi.
“Minister, what luck.”
“See, I told you it would do me good to come with me. You guys do it too.”
The young man, who looked like a subordinate, sat down on the opposite side of the sofa. Probably drunk and not afraid to make a fool of himself, he even pulled open Kiyomi’s neckline to reveal her breasts. Those beautiful breasts that can only be seen on the color pages of magazines.
“Ah, Jingjiu, don’t do this…”
A nasty chill swept down her back as she was toyed with in the breasts by a strange drinker.
“Now let’s show you all something special.”
After the professor finished speaking, he pulled Kiyomi’s thighs apart and forced them open, revealing her wet, delicate little garden.
“Ah… don’t…”
Kiyomi hurriedly clenched her thighs and twisted, the professor forcefully spread her legs to the left and right, and the men immediately let out a gasp of amazement. Exposing her plump, snow-white thighs, and a white wire from the garden part.
“Know what this is? It’s a dildo. This woman has had the dildo inserted for a long time.”
Hearing the professor’s words, Kiyomi almost fainted.
“It’s a dildo, right? Morita, check it out.”
The balding middle-aged man said as the shorter man with glasses squatted down and pushed Kiyomi’s thighs apart even more. Holding the white thread, he gently pulled, and the closed lips of the flower opened slightly, revealing the end of the dildo, wet and still vibrating.
“It’s true.”
When the other three men heard this, they scrambled to crouch in front of Kiyomi and let out an unanimous gasp.
“See? This woman has an exhibitionist streak, her mouth says no, but in fact, she is overjoyed to show you guys a wet pussy.”
Hearing the professor’s words, several men kept nodding their heads. It was no wonder that they probably hadn’t seen the pussy of such a beautiful woman in their lives.
“Can I touch it?”
“Sure. Move the dildo and she’ll be happy.”
The bald minister came to Kiyomi’s front first and reached down to pull the white wires as the dildo began to move in and out and the petals made all sorts of different changes.
Yasuhisa sat back down next to Kiyomi, who said, “Yasuhisa… this…”
Kiyomi showed a pleading expression, as if there was a layer of fog in her eyes. Yasuhisa knew that the pleasure gushing out of her body was confusing Kiyomi. Yasuhisa kissed Kiyomi’s slightly opened red lips and as he thrust his tongue in, Kiyomi wrapped her tongue around it.
As if he couldn’t stand it if he didn’t, he passionately sucked on Yasuhisa’s tongue and swallowed the saliva that he sucked over.
Yasuhisa grabbed Kiyomi’s hand and pulled it towards her robe. Kiyomi was also bold enough to reach through the corner of her panties and take hold of the meat stick. Taking the already erect rod in her hand, she rubbed it with a separation of strength and weakness.
The soft palms were sweaty, and the comfort intoxicated Yasuhisa, closing her eyes in enjoyment.
While being played with by several men, she would also fondle her husband’s rod. Yasuhisa felt a lot of heartfelt love for such Kiyomi, and felt even more that marrying Kiyomi was the right thing to do, and that Kiyomi was getting closer and closer to his ideal woman. Yasuhisa stroked his wife’s breasts even more passionately.
“Ah… no… Jingjiu… no… ah…”
Kiyomi gasped louder and rubbed Yasuhisa’s rod harder.
“Guys this woman is getting close, move the dildo faster.”
The bald minister grabbed the dildo straight away and began to make pistoning movements.
“ah… uh… ah…”
Kiyomi let out a sharp hum and slowly raised her chin. Her thighs kept trembling, indicating that she was about to reach orgasm.
“Kiyomi, you’re so lucky. Everyone is looking at you, so come out in pain.”
Yasuhisa’s breath sprayed over her sensitive ears as she spoke, sucking on Kiyomi’s earlobes again while pinching and turning Kiyomi’s nipples.
“Umm… ah… no… I can’t… I’m going to… ah… uh…”
Kiyomi suddenly straightened her legs, threw her head back, and her whole body began to tremble. She was already running to the peak of her orgasm.
All of them almost stopped breathing, only the dildo peeking out from the petals kept trembling.