OL Misaki Shameful Pleasure Resume (1)

Chapter 1: Monstrous Love

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Misa’s hands wrapped around her chest, holding both soft breasts. The snow-white breasts were still smooth and elastic. At twenty-six years old, Misa retained her slim figure. She was also getting more and more attractive as a woman.

Nipples that have not been sucked by babies have a beautiful color like cherry blossoms. The color of the areola is very light if it is not very big. A nipple that is slightly sunken into the areola returns to its normal state when touched by the fingertip.

When you lower your hand, your black pubic hair sways like seaweed in the tub. The pubic hairs are moderate and form an inverted triangle.

After running her fingers through her pubic hair, Misa spread the larger two labia apart with her fingers. The petals were bigger than when she was a teenager. Maybe it was from playing with her own fingers, or maybe it got bigger after sleeping with a man.

Or maybe it’s a mental thing, it feels like the petals on the right are a bit bigger than the left. Misa pinched the smaller petal with her thumb and forefinger and gently pulled it up, and immediately a lustful feeling appeared.

Why is a woman’s soft, delicate garden so lovely to understand what a man would love.

The first time she saw her genitals in the mirror, Misa was shocked at how ugly they looked, and she didn’t want to see them a second time. But when a man she knew praised it as cute or beautiful, she thought it might be. Nowadays, there’s nothing cuter than the genitals.

This is the bathroom of the Mansion Inn in Nishi-Shinjuku. It’s time for Iwatsuki to come.

It has been almost four years since Misa graduated from university and has been employed at Giant Elephant Electric, a large corporation with 3,000 employees. It’s also been three years since she fell in love with Kotaro Iwatsuki, the head of the planning department.

Iwatsuki is very capable man and relatively manly. The man who is favored by the female staff has a monstrous relationship with her, and Misa is still feeling smug.

Because they were in different departments, no one noticed their relationship.

Misa left the bathroom with only a bathrobe on and looked out the corridor through the fisheye.

Iwatsuki is very busy with socializing every day, and I heard that he’s going to negotiate a deal for the lighting company for export today.

Iwatsuki appeared in a dashing suit in the fisheye. He looks like an elite, and is now forty-seven years old.

Misa ruffled the hair that was draped over her shoulders warp lightly and opened the door to her room before Iwatsuki knocked on it.

“It’s later than expected, sorry to keep you waiting.”

Iwatsuki said as she quickly walked into the room.

“Did you tarry there? Did the beautiful publicist at the club keep you?”

Misa deliberately said in a petulant tone.

“Even the number one beauty in Ginza can’t compare to you Misa.”

Iwatsuki immediately began to undo his tie while sighing.

“You’re always so good at talking.”

Misa pressed her index finger against the mouth of the slightly boozy Iwatsuki.

Iwatsuki suddenly pushed Misa down on the bed. The chest of her bathrobe forked, revealing her snow-white breasts.

Iwatsuki immediately placed light kisses on the breasts before taking the nipple in her mouth.

“Oh! Not yet!”

Not having been kissed passionately, so just feeling an itch and not yet in a position to be able to accept a man’s caresses, Misa tried to push Iwatsuki’s chest away.

After receiving resistance, Iwatsuki looked more energized. Pressing down on Misa’s lower half with her full body weight, she grabbed her arms with both hands.

The nipples hardened quickly and bulged out even more when touched with the tip of the tongue.

“ah… not yet… ah…”

Misa’s body wriggled like a riotous itch and her breath caught.

The tingling sensation spreads to the lower half of the body as the nipples are sucked. The exposed buds of flesh sprayed with fiery breath and a feeling of being played with.

“Wait… shower first… no… uh…”

Misa still kept resisting.

Iwatsuki doesn’t have a strong body odor, nor is he a sweaty person. He wasn’t someone who bathed before going to bed anyway.

But Misa wanted a more relaxed time before going to bed. Now was the time to try to get relief from the almost agonizing tingling sensation.

“Does it smell like cigarettes and alcohol? You smell like soap and you’ve washed up there. It’s actually nice to leave a little slutty odor behind.”

“Nonsense… you go take a bath. You know, out of the blue I’ll get itchy.”

“Okay, I’ll take a shower.”

Iwatsuki’s hand relaxes its strength, but before Misa can breathe a sigh of relief, she says, “No, I want it now, my little boy already has a hard-on and can’t wait.”

Pressing down on Misa’s arm again, she took the nipple into her mouth.

“Oh! What’s your hurry! It won’t work! It’ll only tickle!”

Misa twisted her body desperately.

“It’s too loud, you’ll hear it next door.”

Iwatsuki sucked on both nipples interactively, nibbling lightly with her teeth.

“ah… no… uh…”

The itchiness fades away.

Knowing from Misa’s voice that pleasure had already been generated, Iwatsuki’s tongue moved down to his lower abdomen.

The skin of Misa, who will be more mature in the future, is like fresh fruit. There is no flab and it escapes immediately when you pinch it with your fingers.

After touching the tip of his tongue twice to the nicely shaped belly button, Iwatsuki rubbed his lower jaw over his pubic hair.

As if a woman’s pubic hair is softer than a man’s, there are quite a few women who are harder than a man’s.

Misa’s hair is denser than average, moderately hard and not too curly, forming an inverted equilateral triangle that also reaches the outer edges of her plump labia.

Iwatsuki spread her thighs apart.

“Oh…”

The legs were spread to over 100 degrees. The pussy lips were also open, overflowing with nectar from within, and the petals were already wet, completing the stance of being ready to accept Iwatsuki.

Iwatsuki used her fingers to spread the petals more to the left and right. When he saw the pink mucous membrane that connected to the uterus, the rod began to vibrate.

A very beautiful female sex indeed, Iwatsuki licked up from the perineum towards the nucleus.

“Uh…”

The warm touch of her tongue caused Misa’s ass to bounce as her nectar was sucked away by Iwatsuki’s tongue, but immediately more nectar flowed out.

Iwatsuki rolled her tongue and thrust it into the hole.

“Ah…”

Misa wiggled her ass, her groin tensing, her snow-white groin as smooth as silk.

Iwatsuki’s tongue moved in and out of the fleshy hole two or three times before looking at the gradually bulging petals and rubbing her lips around the edges.

“Ah…”

Misa gasps and raises her ass as if she wants more. Iwatsuki gently sucked on Misa’s most sensitive bud.

“Well… good…”

Misa clenched her fists and tilted her head back, frowning as she gasped.

“Stick it in… put the big one… oh… stick it in quickly.”

The nectar kept overflowing like urination, and if Iwatsuki hadn’t caught it with her mouth, it would have flowed down her perineum and onto the bedsheets.

Misa reached down and found the condom hidden under her pillow and held it out to Iwatsuki, who had his head buried in his crotch.

“Put it on…”

“Is it a dangerous day?”

Misa usually liked to insert her rod directly, so she didn’t like to use a condom on safe days, a layer of film between them was better than a direct one, and that was for men as well. But tonight, probably had to wear that unnecessary thing.

Would love to get her to perform oral sex now, but haven’t showered yet. There are ways to force penetration into the mouth, but and Misa is ready for sex, so I don’t want to force her right now.

Iwatsuki undresses and then kisses Misa again, tongues intertwining as Misa’s sweet saliva gushes out. Misa puts her hand behind Iwatsuki’s back and lifts her ass up and wiggles it like she’s urging for a quicker penetration.

Iwatsuki gripped his rod and thrust it into Misa’s hot meaty hole.

“Uh…”

The painful touch of the hot rod thrusting in caused Misa, whose mouth was sealed, to make a dull sound.

“Every thrust is this good, your meat will wrap around your little boy and clamp down.”

The childless Misa’s flesh hole was quite tight, her flesh hole bik squirming like an animal, and there was no doubt that Misa was the top of the heap among the women she had known in the past. When Misa entered the company, she immediately became the flower of the company. Why is such a woman still unmarried, after four years the twenty-six year old Misa becomes the object of criticism behind her coworkers’ backs.

For a while, it was rumored that she was a lesbian. Iwatsuki couldn’t help but laugh bitterly when she heard it, and Misa couldn’t help but laugh when she heard it from Iwatsuki’s mouth. They both agreed that this legend was more favorable, but the legend ended without a trace in less than two months.

When Iwatsuki doesn’t move, Misa lifts her ass slightly and wiggles it lewdly. Iwatsuki grabbed both breasts and thrust slowly.

“Want to come up here?”

Without waiting for Misa to answer, Iwatsuki wrapped her arms around Misa and flipped her body.

Lately, due to my busy schedule, I have been sleeping after midnight and my body is lazy. There is no time to rest on Saturdays and Sundays either.

“Is it too much work?”

“The company clenched my neck and you clenched my little boy, so it’s exhausting.”

“You’re so bad! Already with an erection like that and you’re talking about being exhausted.”

Misa scrunched up her stamen in a riding position.

“Oh! What a marvelous cunt, it’s great to be able to fall asleep like that and go to heaven. Misa, it’s up to you.

”

Iwatsuki reached down and touched the nub.

“Ah… You don’t really want to shed your yang and go to heaven.”

“I’m not old enough for that.”

As she rubbed the buds of flesh with her fingers, Misa let out a sexy hum and wiggled her ass up and down.

Snow-white breasts and black hair kept swaying, and looking upward from below, Misa looked like she was riding a wild horse naked.

“Ah… it’s hot… the nucleus and the womb are hot… you thrust from below.”

Misa made the bond tight and shook her ass to demand it.

Iwatsuki grabbed Misa’s willowy waist and lifted her ass upward.

“Oh!”

Misa tilted her head back and let out a grunt.

“Well? Does this still look like it’s going to deflower?”

“Oh! It’s in my stomach. Ah…”

Pushing upward from below, Misa’s uterus felt turgid, her body temperature was rising more and more, as if there was a thick meat stick running through her body.

“Ah… I’m going to give out…”

There was a fire crossing the center of his body and his whole body began to tremble.

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Iwatsuki shows up on time at a fancy French restaurant in Ginza. Misa drinks red wine and looks happy.

“I’ve been wanting to have dinner with you here for a long time, and it would have been really hard to find a convenient day, so I asked for a date that was available and made a reservation. Supposedly a customer canceled just thirty minutes before I called, so miraculously I was able to book a date a month ago.”

Misa moved her knife and fork while keeping an eye on Iwatsuki’s expression.

Of course it couldn’t be said that this was a reservation made six months ago. Misa knew it was Iwatsuki’s wife’s birthday. Iwatsuki hadn’t said so, and Misa had asked about it from a friend.

It’s the kind of thing that Iwatsuki probably forgot about a long time ago.

Deliberately dating on his wife’s birthday is a gamble. On the one hand, he feels that it’s not right to test his beloved man like this, but believes in Iwatsuki’s love, so he’s still living the life of a single nobleman.

“I socialize a lot and getting off work at five o’clock sharp is a dream, you know that. The food and wine here are excellent, but it’s really difficult to come here for dinner all of a sudden, and so early in the morning.”

“It’s not sudden, I told you a week ago, and a six-thirty date that only happens once a year is nothing.”

“To me, a week equals the day before, and you know I have a full schedule a month from now. I had to meet someone at eight o’clock this evening, and knowing that I had to dine with you, lest I should be too late, I found an excuse to ask for an hour’s delay. A talented woman like you shouldn’t be so capricious.”

Iwatsuki chided a bit.

“Still working tonight?”

“You know the planning department is very busy, not to mention I’m the minister. In a packed schedule, I have to find time to meet with you at least once a week. Just like that, I should be thanked.”

Misa showed a disgruntled expression, and before she tried to speak up, Iwatsuki continued, “I know it makes you feel lonely, working in different organizations, and sometimes not being able to see each other for a day in the company. But you know how I feel. I’d like to travel with you sometime in the future to make up for your lonely time.”

Iwatsuki poured wine in Misa’s empty glass and said in a gentle tone.

If in the past, Misa would not have questioned it, or even felt satisfied, but now it was different.

As the number of times they slept together increased, Iwatsuki began to mention situations where he and his wife were not getting along.

Misa has been questioning Iwatsuki’s words lately. Misa has never asked for marriage, but every time Iwatsuki says something about the couple’s relationship deteriorating.

“After breaking up with my wife and living with you, probably pretending to be Juan will have to change.”

He also said, “It doesn’t matter if I don’t have a wife, as long as I have a lot of money in the bank.”

A coworker who has the ability to work or has hope for the future, as well as her college-age boyfriend who she met by chance, proposed to Misa, but she flatly refused. There is no longer any intention of marrying a man other than Iwatsuki.

Misa tells Iwatsuki about the marriage proposal as well.

“A woman as smart and capable as Misa is not worthy of an average man. Only a man who satisfies me can hand you over, but that kind of man is rare.”

Misa also likes Iwatsuki’s confident personality.

After hearing similar words from Iwatsuki a few times, Misa couldn’t help but wonder about Iwatsuki’s current life.

“Aren’t you interested in traveling?”

Seeing Misa in deep thought, Iwatsuki asked.

“Of course I’m interested, I’m just wondering what would be a good place to go. I’d like to go somewhere with a nice view, either by the sea or in the mountains.”

Dinner was over in an hour and thirty minutes.

“I was going to treat myself once in a while.”

Misa said to Iwatsuki of the tent.

“Can’t let you break the bank.”

“Maybe you’re using the crossover fee.”

In the elevator, Iwatsuki can’t help but laugh bitterly at Misa’s words. With no one else in the elevator, Iwatsuki hugs and kisses Misa.

“Uh…”

Misa twisted her body in objection.

“What if someone comes in?”

“What does it matter, if it’s a coworker it’s even better.”

Misa wondered if his words were sincere, but felt guilty about such doubts.

Iwatsuki stuck her tongue into Misa’s mouth again and caressed her breasts through her blouse.

“Can’t wait to lick the breasts. Work comes first every time, feel bad, you might want to look into traveling there better.”

Hearing Iwatsuki’s words, Misa felt that she shouldn’t have doubted him. She was also unsure of whether or not to continue with the actions that Self was taking right now.

The elevator stopped.

“There’s no time, I’m taking a cab.”

“I’d better take the tram back, it’s a good and pleasant meal, and I hope you don’t socialize too late.”

The elevator doors opened and the two went their separate ways as if they were strangers.

Iwatsuki didn’t look back. Misa’s eyes never left Iwatsuki.

Iwatsuki starts looking for a taxi, and so does Misa.

“Please follow that car.”

“What?”

“The cab in front of the three cars, I was commissioned to investigate an affair. We’re following it separately as a team of three, and if we’re all together, it’s the end of the line if we’re dumped by the other side. There should be a coworker’s car following behind mine.”

“Are you from the credit bureau?”

“Yeah! Doesn’t it look like it?”

“Rather like the chairman’s secretary, I’d say.”

Iwatsuki’s taxi stopped at Akasaka.

Misa got off there too.

Iwatsuki walks into a gorgeous Shuppo store and is out in less than ten minutes. Then without looking for a cab, he seemed ready to walk. I wonder if he’s going home, or somewhere else.

Misa stops following Iwatsuki and walks into the jewelry store.

“Sorry, we close at eight.”

“Oh, it’s half past eight. A man went out just now, to buy something, I think. He wanted to come in and look at the place because it’s so beautifully decorated. It’s thirty minutes past time, or let me look at it for five minutes.”

The mild-mannered male clerk gave a look for chicken, but agreed.

“It’s not often you can close at eight o’clock proper.”

Misa asked as if she didn’t care, pretending to look at the ring.

“No, today is special.”

“What’s so special about it?”

“That customer was just coming to pick up the ring he ordered, but when he called to say it was an emergency, we promised to wait for him for thirty minutes.”

“Can’t we ask him to come and get it tomorrow?”

Misa gets emotional when she hears that it’s the ring that was ordered, but still acts as if nothing has happened.

“I was told it was the wife’s birthday, and repeated requests made it impossible to refuse, and birthday presents lose their meaning after a day.”

Sure enough, it was a gift for his wife, and Misa’s heart was bleeding.

Misa had no idea where she was. About thirty minutes later, Misa stood in front of the red door of the bar in the basement.

“Cheaters” were everywhere, and tonight it felt like the board was mocking her.

Inside you can only sit seven or eight guests at the bar.

The lighting is dim and it is indeed a very small bar.

“Welcome.”

The very thin, forty-something year old owner’s wife, put down her glass of wine. The young man who was drinking at the inside location also turned his head to look at Misa.

“Going to wait for someone here?”

“No.”

“So, how about sitting next to that regular? A twenty-five year old, but dangerous man full of desire.”

“Good point, I wonder who’s more dangerous.”

From the way the man was dressed, it was not the usual upper class clan, and he looked like he was popular with women. Drinking alone here, on the contrary, looked a bit unnatural.

“Does it look like I’m dangerous?”

Misa smiled at the man.

“No, I’m talking about the owner’s wife. This kind of bar can only be sustained by scamming men.”

“It’s because you can’t cheat that you’ve got a lot of people in front of your door.”

“What should I drink…”

Bottles of domestic whiskey are arranged on the wine rack.

“Care to drink this?”

The man who claimed his name was Yokose Yusuke pushed the bottle of whiskey towards Misa.

“Yoki, how generous!”

“Thank you… but I’m afraid the boss’s wife will say that I can’t earn enough money to drink whiskey… to add water.”

How could you drink a watered down light drink at a time like this, Misa downed her first glass of whiskey in one go.

“You’re a good drinker.”

The boss’s wife immediately poured a second glass of wine.

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When she woke up, Misa was lying on a bed in a strange room with nothing on. Yokose Yusuke was next to her, seemingly naked as well, with his shoulders peeking out from the sheer quilt.

Sweating all over, knowing from the ceiling and the mirrors on the walls that this was a hotel.

“Eh? What’s going on?”

Due to Misa’s movement, it caused Yusuke to wake up as well.

“You’ve been drinking, haven’t you? Too much to drink.”

“Why am I here? Had sex with me? You say.”

Misa raised her upper body and covered her breasts with her hands, wondering if she had sex with Yusuke. She remembers drinking at “The Cheaters” and then losing all her memories and having a headache.

“You were screaming out loud like that earlier, how pointless to ask that now.”

“Seeing that I was drunk, I forced myself to drag me here to play around.”

The thought of Misa having sex with a stranger didn’t sit well with her.

“I asked you in front of the hotel if you wanted to go in. You said sure.”

“Lie to me!”

“We walked here, ask the counter if you don’t believe us, there’s no way we dragged you here.”

Yusuke seemed angry and picked up the phone.

“Ask yourself.”

Yusuke is going to press the phone button.

“Wait!”

Misa hurriedly put down the phone.

“I was drunk… I only remember drinking at the bar where I met you…”

“Then you wanted me to take you to another bar for a drink, paid for by you as well, where you had five shots of straight whiskey.”

Misa sighed and said, “How does it feel to go to bed with a drunk who’s making a fool of himself like me?”

Misa felt so sad and ashamed of herself that she didn’t dare to look at Yusuke’s face from the front. It was all because of Iwatsuki.

“You’re beautiful and sexy and nice there and I’m really hooked on you. Now would love to do it again with you sober.”

Yusuke suddenly raised his upper body and hugged Misa tightly for a kiss.

“Uh…”

Misa shook her head in defiance and Yusuke pressed his mouth harder against Misa’s.

After Misa was pushed down on the bed, she realized that Yusuke, who was on top of her, pushed his hard rod against her crotch, making Misa feel anxious.

“Don’t! Wait a minute! Oh!”

When Yusuke took the nipple in his mouth, Misa’s body developed a turgid sensation. Sometimes Iwatsuki was rough too, but young Yusuke’s roughness was completely different from Iwatsuki’s.

Misa pushed Yusuke’s head, but Yusuke’s body moved downward and suddenly pulled Misa’s thighs apart.

“No!”

Before she could close her thighs together, Yusuke’s head had already reached the garden, her mouth pressed against the petals and began licking them with her hot, wet tongue.

“Ah… no… um… no… we need to shower first… not just like this…”

Misa desperately wiggled her ass, feeling her breath smell of alcohol, and Misa felt even more uneasy.

“How about being willing to fuck me in the bathroom and letting you go in the shower?”

Yusuke raised his head from between his thighs.

“No!”

The moment Yusuke heard it, his head dug back into the base of his thigh and sucked hard on the petal.

“Um… wait a minute! Shower!”

“What did you do to me in the bathroom?”

“I know… so…”

Yusuke finally left.

When you don’t feel like drinking, you don’t want to have sex with a man who doesn’t have love, and you must try to buy time to get out of the hotel as soon as possible.

But Yusuke was following Misa so she couldn’t escape right away. Maybe the only way to leave quietly is to wait until she’s done with her errands and let Yusuke sleep.

Entering the bathroom, Yusuke’s rod was fully erect, almost touching his lower abdomen.

Iwatsuki has a lot of energy, but probably not as much as Yusuke, who is more than twenty years younger. With Iwatsuki, each round was over in a single round, but Yusuke would probably ask for it several times before morning.

Knowing that Misa was looking at the penis, a smile appeared on Yusuke’s face.

“Did you fall in love with me again after looking at it so closely? You sucked so hard I thought it would dissolve.”

“Liar!”

Yusuke grabbed his own rod and showed it to Misa with great vigor.

“You did a 69 and don’t remember?”

Misa didn’t believe Yusuke’s words, and if they were true, I wonder what Yusuke had in mind for an unwashed woman’s garden. Misa’s cheeks were red as fire from humiliation and shame.

“A woman’s flesh that hasn’t been washed yet has an animal feel to it, and it does bin great. It’s not as great as a body that’s been washed for a while than one that still smells like soap. You have just the right flavor there too, was expecting a stronger smell, is it too clean for a woman off duty?”

“I don’t want to hear it!”

The kind of humiliating words that Misa hated to plug her ears with.

“I was praising you for having the most moderate flavor.”

Yusuke turned on the rosette head and rinsed his body.

With her back to Yusuke, Misa tried not to move her arms, relying only on her fingers to wash the woman’s garden.

“Ah!”

Misa exclaimed, causing Yusuke to show a surprised expression as well.

“What’s wrong with you?”

“It’s my dangerous day, you’ve used a condom.”

How can you get pregnant with such a strange man?

“Well…”

Yusuke made a show of not caring.

“How exactly? Having your kid is no joke.”

“How can you say that.”

Yusuke, who also didn’t want to have children, was more or less uncomfortable to hear Misa say that.

Misa protects her self-combed hair from getting wet. Yusuke intentionally pours shower water on Misa’s head.

“No, it’s too much!”

“You’re the one who’s gone too far, aren’t you.”

Yusuke pushed Misa, whose hair was dripping, back against the wall. This beautiful and intellectual woman was becoming more and more arrogant, and it was a common desire for men to want to conquer such a woman.

Wild blood spurted inside Yusuke’s body. Misa faced the wall and tried to escape by pushing against it. But Yusuke grabbed her arm and Misa couldn’t move freely, but so could Yusuke.

To penetrate a standing woman from behind, you still need to hold the rod in your hand and guide it to the garden.

“Didn’t you want to get back at that cruel man by having fun with me? You are talking that way, and I wonder what that man will think when he finds out that you are having fun with an older lad. Let us not quarrel, and play happily; shall we get drunk again?”

Unsure of what she said when she was drunk, Misa’s strength to resist diminished when her heart faltered.

Yusuke took the opportunity to let go of Misa’s arm, take hold of his rod, and thrust it into the woman’s meaty hole from behind.

“Oh… ah…”

A little inattention and a man was thrusting into her flesh hole. Misa grunted and tilted her head back, it was a thick and large meat stick that was almost going straight to her guts. It didn’t look much different from Iwatsuki’s, but because of her youth, her stamina was just different, and because of the act of penetration without foreplay, Misa almost had the feeling that her flesh hole was about to burst.

“It’s wonderful! It’s hot and tight and soft inside.”

Yusuke plunged his rod to the bottom and immediately began thrusting hard.

“Oh! No…”

Her nipples felt pain as they were pressed against the wall, and her face was about to touch it. Misa desperately pushed the wall with her hands so that her face and breasts wouldn’t touch the wall, but her lower body was still pressed against the wall. She wanted to move her body to the side, but she couldn’t avoid Yusuke’s thrusts.

“Well? Is it about to stick in your stomach?”

When the rod was first inserted, the inside was not yet moist, but at some point, it was already overflowing with nectar. The plopping sound when thrusting was the best proof.

“Why don’t you hold your hands on the side of the tub, it’s hard to fuck standing up like that, and lift your ass up and over.”

“No!”

“Do as I say!”

“Ah…”

Yusuke used the elasticity of his body to thrust hard, the glans touching the uterus, making Misa feel like her insides were almost shattering and her whole body was sweating.

“To be or not to be!”

All Misa could do was open her mouth and let out a scream as she violently thrust her rod in again.

“Don’t be so rough, just do as you’re told.”

“Be sure to move your body slowly so that the rod doesn’t slip out.”

Just as the rod was inserted from behind, Misa’s hands were holding onto the edge of the bathtub.

In order to keep his ass elevated, Yusuke picks up Misa’s ass from behind.

Forming beautiful curves from her shoulders to her back and to her willow waist, Yusuke was excited by the voluptuous flesh.

Such women are not always available. There are women with beautiful bodies, but those kind of women are not smart enough and only know how to play. Misa, on the other hand, had a sensual beauty, and although she had this kind of relationship immediately after meeting, she could tell that she wasn’t a woman who slept with random men.

Yusuke doesn’t want his relationship with Misa to end after just one night.

Already peeked at her laptop and knew the company and where she lived, but that didn’t guarantee that she would be available in the future.

To find a way to keep her heart.

Yusuke stroked Misa’s back, smooth and moist and extremely attractive.

“You have beautiful skin, you have a lot of men chasing you.”

Yusuke’s behavior is as rough as a beast, but his tone of voice turns gentle.

Misa was believing Iwatsuki’s words and rejecting many men’s marriage proposals, so a pang of anger ran through her mind when she remembered his lies. Thinking about how she would deal with him tomorrow, she couldn’t help but feel vengeful.

“If you’re going to do it, do it faster.”

Knowing that Yusuke had stopped moving and was looking at her body from behind, along with her fought anger towards Iwatsuki, Misa’s tone of voice became rude.

“Great, just said no and now you’re changing your tune a little faster.”

The woman who would immediately fight back if she acted gently made Yusuke’s animalistic nature explode again. He thrusts violently, as if he’s going to pierce the uterus.

“Uh…”

Misa used her arms to support her body, but the force of Yusuke’s thrust was so violent that it made Misa almost fall into the tub.

“Be gentle!”

“When it comes down to it, don’t say such things.”

“Ah…”

Yusuke thrust hard, beads of sweat beading on his forehead.

Hearing Misa’s voice squeezing out of her throat, Yusuke was even more energized. But he was thrusting at the speed of a final sprint, so naturally he couldn’t sustain it for long.

“Oh… um…”

The mouth of the meat hole tightened violently. In this moment, Yusuke thought that his rod was being pinched off. Then a strong contraction occurred, not only the mouth of the flesh hole, but the flesh hole completely began to wriggle.

This was the absolute peak of Misa reaching orgasm. It was still just her sex organs, the legs supporting her lower body and the arms supporting her upper body were trembling slightly.

Yusuke tried his best to hold back the desire to cum and thrust again when Misa’s spasms eased a little.

“Ah…”

The waves of orgasm hadn’t completely calmed down when the thrusting started again. Misa fell into a whirlwind of orgasm again.

From the depths of her womb a fiery force slammed into the roof of her head.

“I’m gonna cum!”

Like he was about to shoot his last arrow, shooting his cum deep into his meaty hole.

Misa fumed a bit, but immediately felt nervous at the thought of being in the danger zone today.

It’s a dangerous period, but not a red light, just a more dangerous yellow light. However, still using a rosette head to wash the meat hole.

The rush of the water was a prop used for torture against Misa, and she couldn’t help but sigh.

“Isn’t that enough?”

Yusuke also showed a surprised look.

“I told you today was a dangerous day, though it’s too late.”

Misa immediately retorted.

Yusuke used a hair dryer to dry Misa’s hair.

“It’s surprising that you’re so gentle.”

“How can you say accident.”

“You were rough, so there’s still a little sting there.”

“It’s probably because you’ve been hanging out with sexually weak men, making the mucous membranes there weaker as well.”

Misa feels more or less affectionate towards Yusuke.

“Do you know Ginny?”

“Slam coffee and cake?”

“Eh.”

“There’s probably no one who doesn’t already know about it. It’s hard to find places with good cake and coffee, and the chains are growing.”

“Ginny’s Bakery is headquartered in Ginza and has a number of chain stores.

Not only the cake, but also the coffee is top notch. There are a lot of male customers, too. The decor is elegant, and although the prices are expensive, there are a lot of customers.

“I’m the store manager at Nishi-Shinjuku.”

Misa poofed out a laugh at that.

“If it’s true, it’ll ruin Ginny’s image.”

“Tomorrow you come, and the best of many delicious cakes will be given to you, for there is a new product.”

“Your treat?”

“I’ll ask you in secret, so do it again.”

Surprisingly, Yusuke’s rod was once again erect.

Chapter 2 – Secrets

１

Misa followed several customers into the Jinni West Shinjuku store.

“Three thousand three hundred dollars for both of you.”

Yusuke stood at the counter with a bow tie. Misa knew Yusuke from a few days ago, so she was amused at the moment.

Misa followed the four male customers past the counter just as the taller men got in the way, so Yusuke didn’t spot Misa.

Four male guests entered the booths, leaving only the bar seats.

“Would a bar seat over there be okay? Unfortunately, all the other seats are full.”

The waiter pointed to the bar that could seat a dozen people.

“I’m not waiting for anyone, so it doesn’t matter, and I’m the store manager’s cousin, which is Shon’s… oh… I should call him Yokose-san here.”

The cousin-sister relationship was an impromptu idea, and I wondered what kind of expression Yusuke would make when he heard it.

Guests drinking coffee alone at the bar have an empty seat next to each one.

Misa sat in a seat at the far end, next to the middle-aged man in a dark blue jacket.

“Want me to sit over there?”

“What?”

“Your companion will come, I suppose.”

The man who didn’t wear a tie and didn’t look like an office worker seemed to be concerned that Misa was waiting for a friend.

“No, I’m alone.”

Misa was only thinking about what Yusuke would look like at the moment, not looking closely at the man’s face.

The waiter spoke in Yusuke’s ear before looking Misa’s way.

When their eyes met, Misa could see that Yusuke looked like he was confused in his mind.

Yusuke brought coffee.

“Welcome!”

Seeing Yusuke’s serious look, Misa was tempted to play a joke on him.

“Do you have to talk in that tone to your cousin even in the store? That’s why you won’t let me come to the store; that being the case, I’ll come back more often in the future.”

Misa gave Yusuke a look without letting the other customers or waiters see.

“Can you bring the cake?”

“Great! Give me the best cake ever.”

Yusuke was still serious, but Misa realized that this time Yusuke was doing this on purpose.

I met Iwatsuki in the hallway during the day today and asked her out then saying that it would be a late night, but to go out for a drink together.

Misa immediately refused saying that she had another appointment with a friend.

I was prepared to say something harsh about Iwatsuki’s deception when I met him, but I pretended to act like I didn’t know when I actually met him.

Iwatsuki may not consider not divorcing his wife, but he doesn’t want to break up with Misako either. Right now Iwatsuki doesn’t realize that Misako’s heart has left him.

Misa wants to use this method to tell herself that she is on a more advantageous position than Iwatsuki. Misa didn’t want to admit that she had been cheated by a cunning man, her pride wouldn’t let her think that way, so in the future, she wanted to take revenge by refusing Iwatsuki’s dates, and having a relationship with Yusuke, who was twenty-two years younger than Iwatsuki, was one of the retaliatory acts.

The waiter delivers a cake decorated with pink rosebuds.

When I took a bite, the aroma of rosebuds was in my mouth, it was a very elegant sweet flavor, this was the first time I saw a cake like this, it might be the new product that Yusuke talked about a few days ago.

“Is it good?”

The middle-aged man sitting next to me revealed a kind smile and said, “I occasionally have a craving for sweets. But in this kind of store, as a man really embarrassed to order cake, in fact, I come here every day to drink coffee.”

“In that case, I’ll ask for it for you.”

He was the thoughtful one who tried to give up his seat for Misa. Misa took it as payback and said it in passing.

“Try it then.”

The man introduced himself as Kozo Sahara.

Yusuke works the morning shift even though he’s the store manager.

I arrived at the coffee shop where I had a date with Misa at nine o’clock.

“Going to eat there now?”

“It really startled me that a cousin popped up there.”

Without sitting down or answering Misa’s question, Yusuke immediately picked up the bill.

In the elevator Yusuke immediately hugs and kisses Misa so tightly that Misa can barely breathe.

Yusuke’s hand still dug into his skirt.

Surprised at the way she couldn’t wait to get to her room, Misa desperately tried to push Yusuke’s hand away for fear of others seeing her.

“What does it matter.”

“Too sexual.”

“Already.”

Yusuke pulled Misa’s hand to the front of her pants.

“Look.”

“You’re so bad.”

The door to the elevator opened and upon entering the room, Yusuke kissed Misa greedily like a hungry beast.

The hand slipped inside the skirt and stroked the slit of flesh from the panties.

“Uh…”

The acute Yusuke has a very different energy compared to the forty-seven year old Iwatsuki, and completely exposes his beastly nature to pounce directly on Misa.

If he wanted to forget Iwatsuki, he might be able to achieve his goal with such a man.

Although she doesn’t like the idea of dating several men at the same time, at this moment Misa’s mind thinks of Iwatsuki. In order to make Iwatsuki regret it, she wants Yusuke to be obsessed, and she herself wants to be just as obsessed.

Forming a passive, Misa responded to Yusuke’s caresses by sticking her tongue into the other’s mouth and greedily sucking on the other’s saliva.

Yusuke, who had been stroking his labia through his boxers, was suddenly attacked and his finger movements stopped. Misa unbuckled Yusuke’s belt and his cock swelled even more in his meat pants.

Yusuke immediately took the initiative, sinking his fingers into the flesh over his boxers.

“Oh…”

It was Misa’s turn to not move her hand.

“Don’t get dirty…”

“That’s your own kink.”

Yusuke continued to try to stick his fingers in.

“Oh… don’t do that…”

“What’s it going to be? Want to just touch the pussy, or stick the meat cupping in?”

Yusuke’s nasty tone instantly cooled Misa’s enthusiasm. Iwatsuki also occasionally said nasty things, however the tone was completely different, probably due to a different upbringing.

Disgusted with Yusuke’s words, Misa pushed his chest harder.

“Going back.”

“Is there something wrong with my ears? Were you the one who said you were going back?”

“I said.”

“Why the sudden…”

“I don’t like to be nasty.”

“Don’t pretend to be elegant! There’s no such thing as up and down when it comes to doing pornography. Don’t you want my meat stick in your pussy and do very comfortable things?”

Yusuke’s expression was very different from his attitude at work, and had the look of a wild beast.

Despite the leak with Iwatsuki, Misa regrets coming to the hotel with Yusuke.

I had planned to go out for a light lunch together in return for Yusuke’s cake and coffee, but I didn’t even have a cup of coffee at the cafe where I had my date, and I bought sushi and bento and came straight to the hotel.

Why did I think Yusuke was slutty before I entered the hotel, and why did I enter a place like this with him.

First of all, I don’t think I should go to Yusuke’s store.

“Do it like you did last time.”

Yusuke ignored Misa’s mood and pushed her down on the bed.

“No!”

Misa resists, last time she was drunk and woke up with a desire to take revenge on Iwatsuki and more or less love for Yusuke, but now she only has a feeling of disgust.

“I thought you were a better man for being a store manager, but I didn’t realize it was like this.”

Misa said angrily before pushing Yusuke’s chest away hard.

“Do you think that the head of Enterprise who has a wife and is still dating you is better? You said it was almost like fraud.

Isn’t it innocent enough that I’m pleased with you and want to fuck you? You followed me here because you wanted to fuck too, isn’t that nice?”

Maybe he told Yusuke what he shouldn’t have said even when he was drunk, and this was the first time he hadn’t drunk himself unconscious since he had been drinking at the student union at the university.

Seeing Misa’s gritted teeth, Yusuke said with embarrassment, “Misa… don’t make such a face. I’m really in love with you. Let’s make up.”

What she had thought was a nasty man opened Misa’s heart when she heard him say such considerate things.

Yusuke took off his clothes, revealing his fit body. The crotch object vibrated as if it wanted Misa, and a minute secret substance oozed out from the horse’s mouth.

Misa turned her eyes from Yusuke’s rod to the mirror that illuminated her body.

Beautifully shaped breasts, a belly without flab, and a plump, fleshy ass protruding from a willowy waist.

The best period of a woman’s life was given to Iwatsuki to play with, and the thought of this could not help but produce regret and impatience. Now, looking back at the men who had asked her to marry them, she could not help but feel regret.

“It’s the narcissist.”

Yusuke grabbed the breasts from behind Misa who was sitting on her side with a smug smile.

One side rubbed the breasts and kissed lightly on the silky back. The hard rod rubbed against Misa’s waistline with the movement of her lips.

Misa sighed softly as Yusuke began to pinch her nipples, the tingling sensation spreading from her nipples to her entire body, feeling like she was already overflowing with nectar.

Yusuke’s lips gradually moved down, and the hand that left the nipple suddenly pulled up Misa’s thin waist.

“Oh…”

With her body about to fall, Misa reflexively landed on her hands. It could be said that she turned into a doggy position in an instant.

Yusuke’s breathing became rapid.

The genitals, surrounded by more pubic hair than normal, emit a moist luster. Like a cyprinid stuck to the glass of a fish tank, it exposes its pink mucous membrane and shamelessly seduces males.

The two petals that emit a moist sheen are subtly different in size from left to right, but they are worthy of being a kinky flower with a kinky, beautiful shape.

The fleshy buds that wore slender hats glowed with a pearly luster and slightly exposed their heads. The perineum was moist with silvery nectar overflowing from the hole.

The garden seen from behind looked lewd. Yusuke’s rod vibrated like it was slapping his stomach.

Yusuke stuck out his tongue and licked his way from the bud to the chrysanthemum garden.

“Well!”

The smooth back flexed and Misa’s head pushed back. Seeing Misa’s open-mouthed panting face in the mirror, Yusuke’s breathing became more rapid, and his arousal became more intense.

Misa’s ass sat down and Yusuke immediately pulled her up.

“No!”

The sexiness is too intense and humiliating. I don’t care about shameless poses if I can be hot, but it’s still the second time with Yusuke and I can’t fully let go of my mind.

As Misa tried to sit down again, Yusuke thrust his index and middle fingers to the bottom in his meaty hole.

“Uh…”

The falling ass stops halfway down.

“If you move, I’m going to stir. Lift up a little, your meaty hole is already very hot, signaling that your cunt wants to fuck, so you can stop lying. You said stick it in.”

“No… oh…”

“It’s already wet and you’re going to have to stick your finger in your ass hole if you move.”

“Change… pervert…”

“Want to stick it in yet?”

“I’ll never spare you that way.”

The chrysanthemum bud, which is an excretory organ, was also seen, and Misa felt even more humiliated.

“It’s so nice to see it from the back and look extra sexy.”

Yusuke’s two fingers stirred in the fleshy hole, and a coaxing plopping sound of lust was heard.

“No…”

It was impossible to remain in that position when the pubic area was seen by a man younger than herself and the thought of being stroked wet.

“Let me get you with my mouth.”

To get out of this position, Misa was willing to suck Yusuke with her mouth.

“Sure does like the look of a blowjob.”

Yusuke simply expressed his pleasure and pulled his finger out of his meat hole.

“See, the fingers are soft and bubbling with heat.”

Yusuke brought two fingers to Misa’s face.

Indeed, Yusuke’s fingers looked a little whitish and sticky and shiny. On one hand, Misa felt that her body was honest, and on the other hand, she was sweating juices for feeling shameless.

“Let’s go 96.”

Yusuke pushed Misa down and rode Misa’s face, forcing the rod into his mouth before collapsing his upper body forward.

The stuffed rod was pushed against her throat, and Misa, who was pinned down, couldn’t caress the rod.

Yusuke’s tongue flicked around the edges of the petals.

“Uh…”

Nectar overflowed again from Misa’s slit.

２

“Let’s go eat something nice tomorrow. It’s been half a month since the last time, and you don’t seem very happy about it.

？”

After three consecutive rejections from Misa, Iwatsuki can’t wait to call and ask Misa out.

He may think that if he proposes a date, Misa will definitely say yes, but he won’t be able to do it in the future. Misa intends to make Iwatsuki as anxious as possible and then ask for a breakup.

“Japanese food and French dinner, take your pick.”

“Not tomorrow.”

“But you haven’t been able to lately.”

“Because I’m starting to learn one thing.”

“Learn what?”

“Later. I’m busy now, bye!”

Misa hangs up unilaterally. In the past, it was Iwatsuki who spoke to end Misa’s incessant chatter.

From the room came the aroma of coffee.

Yusuke had given her freshly ground Ginny’s signature coffee. Misa didn’t want to ruin the flavor of the coffee by talking to Iwatsuki on the phone for too long.

The store manager who looks like a well-born shopkeeper at the store turns into an ill-mannered, nasty man when he’s alone with Misa.

But gradually sleeping with such a rude Yusuke is getting more and more interesting, and Misa is beginning to think that Yusuke is a year younger, lest she be looked down upon by Misa, so she deliberately makes rude gestures.

Although rough, he sometimes shows a gentle side. Misa thinks that younger isn’t so bad and decides to date Yusuke for the time being. Being a single twenty-six year old without a man is cruel.

I went to Yusuke’s “Ginny’s” as a day class, sat at the bar as Yusuke’s cousin and had a cup or two of coffee before leaving.

On my first day at Ginny’s, I used to talk to Kozo Sahara, who didn’t look like an office worker, and later I saw him often at the store. Sahara mostly sat at the bar, and later learned that he was a fifty-two-year-old translator.

“Can’t be still without a cup of coffee from here.”

“Should come here at a free time. It’s noisy after dusk, not like coffee time.”

“This place is often full. I was here at noon today, and more often than not I’ll come three times. I got to see you again recently, so this is still the best time.”

“Oh, is it like your already married daughter?”

“It looks like I’m only like my father. It’s sad to be old.”

Sahara deliberately showed a sense of loss.

“That and your cousin is working at a very good place and is now the store manager, which means he will be taking an important job at the head office, right? Ginny is said to be expanding her business every year, and he’s stock in Lido.”

“Is it… is it going to be like that?”

Of course I was happy to hear that Yusuke is a rito. When alone, Yusuke would purposely say lewd things, trying to be a dirty man, but couldn’t hide his kind side, probably being particularly shy. In Sahara’s eyes, Yusuke seems to be polite and capable.

It’s Friday and Misa booked a hotel room without Yusuke’s knowledge. A hotel is not bad, and once in a while, I want to go to a hotel where I can come and go freely.

It’s also nice to go outside for an aromatic cup of coffee after you’ve gone to bed, and it’s nice to take a walk in the breeze.

Misa unobtrusively looked at the woman wearing a mini-skirt and leather shoes who came in while Yusuke, who was greeting customers in the store, was walking towards the counter. With short hair, she wished to be very pretty.

The woman says something to Yusuke and Yusuke answers. The woman makes an angry face and looks around the store, then sits down in the two-seater spot not far from Misa.

“You’re on the early shift, right, I’ll wait.”

“I told you, I have important business at the main office tonight.”

The two men’s voices were small, and with the sound of the guests talking, it was hard to hear them clearly. As a result of Misa’s attentive listening, she could barely make out the content of the conversation.

“It’s not to the head office, it’s a meeting with Yuki Misa, right?”

Yusuke made a confused expression. Misa was also woefully confused as her name came out of the woman’s mouth.

Sahara, probably uninterested in Yusuke and the woman, is bored and flips through the books he brought or drinks coffee.

“Misa, how about going to a casual dinner together now? It’s nice to be with a man who looks like a father once in a while, right? And of course, we have to see if you’re free?”

“Are you the one who asked me out? Then I’d like to go for a drink.”

“Good, now go.”

Sahara also picked up Misa’s bill.

As Misa gets up, she meets Yusuke’s eyes who is talking to a woman. Misa gives Yusuke a cold look, while Yusuke looks anxious.

“Tonight at the same place…”

Yusuke whispered to Misa who was following Sahara.

“Isn’t that woman coming? Forget it.”

Because after being disappointed with Iwatsuki, whom she has been dating for three years, Misa doesn’t want to fight with the girl who is dating Yusuke, it’s pointless for women to fight with each other, in the end it’s up to Iwatsuki or Yusuke to choose that side. But she can’t stand either Iwatsuki or Yusuke.

More or less stayed with Yusuke’s wildness, but didn’t want to be a pathetic woman.

Misa wants to be a woman with self-respect.

“This could be a great night, never thought I’d be alone with you outside of Ginny.”

Seemingly unaware of what was on Misa’s mind, Sahara stroked her gray hair and smiled.

“Hear that.”

“Eh? What?”

“The store manager talked to that woman.”

“A man would have trouble with a woman like that. It’s as if you don’t show your ugliness in front of others. Women like that are best, and the first time I saw you and him weren’t even cousins.”

Instead of being pleased with her praise, Misa felt offended. She also felt unhappy about the fact that she could already tell that they were not cousins.

It was tempting to vent his frustration at this Sahara, who looked more stable than Iwatsuki. Despite his gentlemanly demeanor, Sahara was no more than an ordinary person when he removed his mask.

Misa took the anger that Yusuke had brought to her and pointed it at Sahara at the moment.

“Mr. Sahara, I don’t want to drink in a crowded place tonight, I’ve booked a room at the inn, how about drinking there?”

“Drink it where you drink it.”

Sahara didn’t ask Misa why she had booked a room at the hotel.

“Doesn’t it seem unnatural to hear me talk about booking a hotel room?”

“Nope. I live in the neighborhood, but I occasionally stay in hotels, and a change of scenery can make the work go smoother.”

Entering the hotel room and seeing the double bed, Sahara still didn’t say anything.

Ask the counter for a bottle of brandy and fruit and cured meats.

It occurs to Misa that she should have looked at the neon lights from here and toasted with Yusuke, while deciding not to go to Ginny again.

“Understand the significance of a double bed.”

“Eh, single beds are too narrow and small, it’s better to sleep alone or in a double, now here’s to us getting to know each other.”

It seems that Sahara is the one who is indifferent to anything, but once that time comes, he will definitely reveal his true nature and turn into a beast.

It’s because Sahara is pretending to be a gentleman that Misa especially wants to seduce him. When he turns out to be an extremely ordinary man, scorn him.

Tonight Misa was ready to take out her distrust of men completely on the man next to her.

“Where’s the missus?”

“It’s unrelated to the bar here. The cured meats are delicious, I come to the bar here all the time and I ask for cured meats every single time, I sit at the bar wherever I go.”

“Is this to emphasize to me that it’s one person at a time?”

“You tonight?”

Sasahara said with a smile as she held her wine glass in her hand, “It’s also especially cute to be in a mood like that. Of course, it’s also nice to drink coffee in Ginny’s quiet way.”

“I’m not having a meltdown, why would I need to? It doesn’t seem easy enough to drink like this right now. Can I shower and change? It’s okay for you to leave if you think I’m a rude woman.”

“It’s your room, it’s your freedom, and I’ll drink it slowly here.”

Misa couldn’t wait to remove Sahara’s fake mask. Thinking so, she filled the bathtub with water and lay down in it.

Sahara didn’t come in.

Seeing that Sahara was not tempted, Misa felt anxious and tied her hair into a hairpin purposely leaving a few strands between her forehead and hairline.

She was wearing only high-rise boxers, draped in a hotel bathrobe, with cleavage intentionally showing on her breasts and a light application of lipstick.

“I’m sorry, I’m a bit rude in this way.”

Misa picked up her glass of wine and instead of sitting on the wicker chair, she sat on the edge of the bed instead.

“You’re one of the longer baths. Is that easier? Freshly bathed women are sexy, and you’re even more special. Combing your hair high also suits you, and it probably suits you well in a kimono, don’t you wear a kimono?”

“Probably only wear it to weddings.”

To show him her thighs, Misa deliberately crossed her legs.

“I really want to see you in a kimono. I work as an interpreter and also love the flavor of Japan.”

Sasahara didn’t glance at the thighs, just at Misa’s eyes.

Misa was floored by Sahara’s composure.

“Does it look down on me?”

“What’s wrong with you?”

Hearing Misa’s rough tone, Sasahara smiled. At Sasahara’s smile, Misa also found it hard to endure.

“You laugh at me for being a frivolous woman, don’t you.”

“I never thought about anything like that, you’re bored about him aren’t you? You can see a lot of things when you’re older, he seems to be really in love with you and looks like he wants to break up with that woman who came to the store looking for him.”

“Men are all animals. Only the males, when they see a female, want to fuck, don’t they?”

Misa gave Sahara an inciting look.

“It’s true that men are animals, but they also have hobbies and not just any woman. Because you are marvelous woman, men all around want to have you! Isn’t that the greatest happiness?”

“Are you the same?”

Misa drank the rest of the brandy in her glass in one go. It would be good to get drunk and let Sahara achieve her goal, just like when she knew Yusuke.

“Want someone to hug you?”

Instead of wanting it, Sahara asked Misa if she wanted it. Misa is silent in this moment.

It was tempting to let him play with it completely, but saying yes would be a loss, and right now Misa didn’t want to lose to any man.

“I wanted a drink tonight, so I invited you here.”

“Good! Drink up, you’ve got sexy legs, better not get married.”

“Do legs have anything to do with getting married?”

“Nope! Legs and marriage are two different things.”

Not tempted by Misa, Sahara left the room at twelve o’clock.

Misa had never seduced a man as much as she had tonight, and thought she was giving herself up to make a whore of herself, but Misa felt unconvinced by Sahara, who had remained a gentleman.

The brandy set Misa’s body on fire as she lay on the double bed, naturally reaching out to the garden.

Her hand entered her panties and her fingers slipped into the soft flesh of the slit, the petals wet and sticky, gently caressing them while she rubbed them.

“Ah…”

When she moved her fingers, the uterus immediately began to tickle, regaining the sensation that Iwatsuki or Yusuke felt when they licked the nucleus of the cunt with the tip of their tongues.

“Never again… oh… I’ll find a very good man to show you… oh…”

Misa thought fiercely about making you guys regret giving up on me.

Rub the nub with the fingers of your right hand while inserting the middle finger of your left hand into the fleshy hole.

“Ah…”

The flesh hole boiled!

Compared to a man’s thing, a woman’s fingers were thin and short, and Misa, mindful of the thick thing stuffing her fleshy hole, twirled her fingers inside, then rubbed the buds as she pumped her fingers in and out.

Probably an orgasm wouldn’t have come anytime soon if I hadn’t rubbed the buds harder. But not wanting to ascend to heaven in a matter of minutes rarely produces such a lustful mood.

Lift the blanket, remove the boxers, raise your upper body, spread your legs as far apart as you can, separate the petals from side to side with your fingers, and take the mirror out of your purse to look at it.

There is a beautiful sheen from the pink organ at the black rim. The urethral opening on the inside of the petals was almost melting, overflowing with sticky nectar.

Misa leaned on the head of the bed, placing a pillow between her legs and a small mirror on the pillow so she could see the garden and move her hands.

The mood starts to get exuberant as you take out your lipstick or nail polish from your purse and place it on the fleshy side of your thigh.

Misa had yet to use a kinky device meant for adults. Without that kind of thing, men could satisfy her fully, and even if she masturbated herself, she didn’t think of using small props. When she was drunk and sleeping alone, like tonight, she had masturbated a few times using the small objects around her.

Misa picked up the lipstick in its silver container. Pressing it onto the petals.

“Oh…”

The cold container caused her whole body to tighten and her womb to be stimulated, producing a different kind of pleasure than when fingers were used to play with the petals, using the cylindrical container, instead of fingers.

“Ah…”

Unable to stop herself from wiggling her ass, she saw in the mirror the silvery nectar that flowed from her hole reflecting the light.

“No… no way… don’t do this…”

Misa fantasized that she was being played with by a man and turned the lipstick container. When she was about to get wet, she immediately stopped moving.

This continues the time to reach orgasm, and the body heat warms the container so that it’s no different from a finger. Misa picked up the small nail polish bottle and pressed the bottom of the bottle onto the flesh bud that had become engorged and enlarged due to arousal.

“Ah…”

When the cold broken glass bottle was used to stimulate the most sensitive spot, Misa couldn’t help but let out a hum and her breasts swayed with it.

Misa inserted the lipstick into the inner hole that was overflowing with nectar. The container, which was only the size of a finger, entered the hole in one go.

When rubbing the buds with the nail polish bottle, the lipstick is squeezed out by the pressure inside the flesh hole.

“Don’t… don’t do this…”

Once again, the lipstick was inserted into the hole, rubbing the bud of flesh with the bottom of the bottle. The petals swelled and the sex glowed with wetness.

“Ah… no… I’m going to give out… don’t do it…”

In Misa’s mind, the man who was doing lewd acts to her had somehow changed into Sahara’s appearance.

Misa thought she was deliberately making a lewd appearance to seduce, and as much as possible with only two people together, Sahara still didn’t touch a single hair on her head. On the contrary, she felt that she was being toyed with by Sasahara.

“Ah… can you spare me.”

Unable to delay reaching orgasm any longer, Misa rubbed the buds harder.

“Oh… um…”

With intense pleasure bubbling up from her womb, Misa kept spasming and her fleshy hole contracted, immediately squeezing out the lipstick.

Shortly afterward, Misa went to sleep.

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Wine and masturbation make the body lazy. Misa checked out around ten o’clock.

“Here’s your letter.”

When she receives the envelope from the hotel, Misa thinks it’s Yusuke, but he doesn’t know that Misa lives here.

Good morning! Woke up okay, I hope I don’t have a hangover.

How about dinner tonight? I’ll be waiting for you at six o’clock in the uppermost bar of this hotel.

Kozan Sahara

When they get home, there are messages on the answering machine for Iwatsuki and Yusuke, and Yusuke comes on several calls, which Misa stops listening to after only half of them.

After six thirty-eight, Misa arrived at the hotel bar, thirty minutes late on purpose.

Just like at Ginny’s for coffee, Sahara sat at the bar, drinking watered-down whiskey.

Seeing Sahara’s smile, Misa couldn’t help but feel embarrassed as she remembered Sakuya unashamedly seducing Sahara.

“Would you like a brandy?”

“Whiskey and water, lighter please.”

Misa didn’t dare to look directly at Sasahara and kept looking at the bartender who had brought the wet towel.

Sahara did book a room.

It’s not the same as the room Misa had been staying in until this morning. Usually when you open the door of a room and see the bed, here is a wide living room with a sofa and tea .

“Really nice room. I’ve stayed at this hotel a few times and this is the first time I’ve had a room like this.”

“Booked the suite because it’s you.”

Misa’s body tingled at the thought of what Sahara would surely do tonight.

“Today it’s in my room.”

“Do you have to be so particular about it being your room?”

“Yeah.”

“Is it the interpretation that if it is your own room you can use it as you wish?”

“No, but it would be best if it could be that way.”

“That being the case, why don’t you do that?”

Ever since she was disappointed in Iwatsuki, Misa’s mood has been low. Especially so after seeing Yusuke’s woman. Even if Yusuke loves himself, it’s probably the same.

Now to Sahara, who had booked a suite and was still displaying such an attitude, Misa felt anxious.

“If you say yes, I’d like it done the way I want it done.”

“There’s only one thing for a man and a woman to do, so don’t go to all that trouble, do what you want. Booked such a beautiful room, can’t say it’s only for a drink, can you?”

The gentle-faced Sasahara probably has something similar to other men on his mind. Misa didn’t think the prelude was very important.

“You just had a shower. Amazingly sexy, can you dress the same as yesterday after the shower?”

Sahara brought a robe from the hotel.

“Always wear underwear.”

Misa to a smiling Sahara, thinking that she’s going to take it off soon anyway.

Misa showered and stepped out of the bathroom, washing her pussy in particular, slipped on some black high-cut boxers, threw on a robe, and walked into Sahara’s bedroom where she was waiting.

The bedroom, which was about five tsubo, was completely different from the room Misa was staying in, both in terms of the bed and the lighting fixtures.

It just looks regal.

“You sure are outstanding after your fresh shower.”

Sasahara had Misa sit on the bed, and from the direction with the table, the rattan chair Sasahara was sitting on was wide.

Misa’s hair was combed into a hairpin last night after her bath, and this night it was let down. Gazing at Sahara with a good-natured gaze was something like a challenge.

The neckline of the robe was tight and different from last night’s sexy look.

“It was the first time I saw you that I wanted to develop all the things you had hidden inside anyway, and I was so excited that I was almost trembling.”

“I don’t understand what you’re talking about.”

“You’ve promised, while being the master of this room, to let me do what I want. Sit on your side with your back to this side.”

Misa figured it was easy enough and sat sideways as she was told.

Just as Misa’s body turned away, Sahara pulled out the red rope she had hidden beforehand from under the bed.

“Will you put your hands behind your back?”

Misa rested the back of her hand on her hip.

“Nope, that’s right.”

Sahara grabbed Misa’s hands and quickly tied them up.

“Ah! No!”

Misa struggled with all her strength, but she was already tied up and couldn’t break free even if she tried.

“I wouldn’t do anything to harm you, just to see you beautifully bound.”

Misa’s chest kept heaving as fear and anxiety set her body on fire.

With an expression of anger wanting to cry, there were a few hairs plastered to it from sweat.

The neckline of the robe opened a little as she sent her own hands behind her back, and with the struggle, her breasts were almost fully exposed.

“It’s so mean to want to play around freely like that. Besides, what good would it do?”

Misa scrunched her shoulders hard, trying to hide her breasts that were about to be fully exposed, and clenched her thighs in a sign of resistance.

“A bound woman is beautiful, I just wanted to see you bound. Like I said, nothing will be done. No, I should say it can’t be done. It’s the aftermath of a traffic accident, can’t get hard anymore, so you can rest assured that there’s no use for a man like that, to put it mildly.”

Misa felt her whole body relax, the tension she had felt earlier disappeared, and hearing him say that, she was finally able to understand Sahara’s attitude yesterday.

Was he afraid that Misa would leave when he said he couldn’t have sex? That’s why he tied Misa up, so Sahara was too pitiful, and Misa, who was anxious and angry, forgave Sahara’s behavior in her heart.

“Though I can’t do that, I can comfort your ripe, hot flesh as well as, if not better than, Ginny’s store manager.”

Sahara lifted Misa’s chin lightly via the palm of her hand and continued, “It’s Saturday, I’ve decided not to let you leave here until tomorrow, you’re the one who walked here by yourself, it’s too late to regret it.”

Sahara also started kissing Misa’s red lips.

Sahara rubbed the tip of his tongue over Misa’s lips, just so, a tickling sensation arose in Misa’s lower abdomen, and Misa stayed passive as Sahara inserted the tip of his tongue into his mouth and moved it around.

The unnatural feeling of being caressed after being tied up caused Misa to feel differently than usual, if she had been tied up and roughed up, she probably would have fought back desperately, but now it showed compassion for the sexually impotent Sahara, so Misa meekly accepted Sahara’s caresses.

Sahara didn’t have Yusuke’s sexual urgency, and unlike Iwatsuki, it was as if she forgot that there were other parts of her body and only caressed one spot.

“Uh…”

Misa let out a fiery hum from her nostrils with impatience.

The fire song in my body wanted to burst into flames, but it was just a little bit too weak to burn… Whenever the tip of Sahara’s tongue was moving, the scratching sensation that could not be drained spread to Misa’s hands and feet.

“Umm… Umm…”

Saliva overflowed from her mouth, Sahara sucked on it and swallowed it, and Misa’s stamen overflowed with nectar just like the saliva in her mouth.

Unable to remain passive, Misa began to wrap her own tongue around the tip of Sahara’s tongue in order to settle her scratchy body, sucking on the sweet saliva as well.

Sahara’s hands grabbed Misa’s breasts from her robe, moving as slowly as she kissed, the caresses occasionally stopping, but only Sahara’s tongue kept moving.

Misa pushed out her breasts as if she wanted to caress them hard and pressed them against Sahara’s chest.

Despite this, the rhythm of Sahara’s caresses remained completely unchanged.

Having her hands bound made Misa feel anxious, and if she hadn’t been bound, she might have wrapped her hands around Sahara’s back, her nails sinking into her flesh.

Misa shook her head hard to get her mouth off of Sahara.

“Untie it! I won’t run away… so untie it quickly.”

“Is that so? Soon you will definitely want to escape, however, it is not for fear of you escaping that I tied you up, perhaps you don’t understand, my hobby is to dress women up beautifully, when I first saw you, I couldn’t help but want to tie you up, the rope is the clothing that dresses up a woman beautifully, and I wanted to give you a good loving after I dressed you up in beautiful clothes.”

Misa, who only had experience with normal sexual behavior, had no way of understanding what Sahara meant!

“I hate that, untie it!”

“It’s not annoying! I can already hear your nectar flowing out, and when you’re tied up like this, your body will tickle even more, right?

”

Sahara wrapped Misa in her arms and slipped her hand through the hem of her robe.

“Ah…”

When Misa wasn’t looking, Sahara’s hand went under her boxers and her fingertips touched the slit.

“It’s already this wet.”

“Don’t…”

Feeling embarrassed, Misa wiggled her ass to get away from Sahara’s fingers, not because it was the other’s first time, but because she had a strong desire, but Sahara was calm as a mountain, making Misa deeply embarrassed.

When she was tied up, she couldn’t be on an equal footing, and Misa felt that she was a leopardess who had lost her sharpness.

“Haven’t I been able to produce pleasure in you? This is just the beginning, I want you to generate more pleasure than any man has ever given you in the past, so I want you to be with me and throw your pride away, the only way you can enjoy true joy is to throw it away, and I want you to know what true joy is. Are you trying to say what a sexually impotent person can do?”

Just like caressing breasts, Sahara’s fingers that were stroking at the panties made Misa feel anxious and desperate to do direct stroking, but Sahara’s fingers kept going through the fabric of the panties.

No man in the past had ever made Misa feel anxious like this.

“Let go of my hand, I said I wouldn’t run away, this is so unnatural.”

The inability to resist terrified Misa, as well as feeling her skin more sensitive than usual and overly sensual.

“You don’t seem to understand what I mean. For me, bondage is an art, and I want to make you happy with sadistic play.”

When she heard the word abuse, Misa’s body immediately broke out in a cold sweat, even though it was a common phrase, Misa thought that it was something unrelated to her, and had never been interested in that kind of thing, when it came out of Sahara’s mouth, Misa was very surprised and didn’t know how to answer.

“Don’t be afraid, you are in need of an Absolute Dominant, that Ginny’s store manager still can’t get to your heart, and I truly want to make you feel fulfilled!”

“I’m not unsatisfied, just untie it…”

“It’s impossible not to be satisfied, and this game has already begun.”

Sahara’s tone was gentle, but it also had the power to make Misa unable to refuse.

Chapter 3 Shame

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Sahara pulled the black leather bag over to him.

“What kind of sex have you had in the past? Seeing as you don’t understand the meaning of bondage, it was probably all orthodox and boring intercourse! But, at least you’ve used this kind of thing!”

What Sahara took out of her purse was a thick black toy in the shape of a male sex organ.

Slightly larger than the average man’s, it was a first for Misa, and Misa’s breath caught a little, this was a lewd toy that she had only seen in magazines.

“It’s going to be pumping in and out of your pussy to the fullest later, so you’ll be relieved! Now you’re going to do your mouth to me, I want to see closely how your sexy lips lick that thing.”

Sahara tried to insert the black dildo into the slightly open mouth.

“No!”

The moment the glans touched her lips, Misa shook her head violently in denial.

“Let go of my hand! Don’t!”

Misa desperately twisted and struggled again, trying to get her hand back free.

“Won’t you listen without letting you get pleasure?”

Sahara forced Misa into her arms and slipped her hands into her robe, grabbing right onto her breasts.

Sahara held the struggling Wonderful even tighter, pulling back the neckline of her robe to reveal her snow-white shoulders.

Misa shook her head on one side and twisted her body, trying to cover her breasts, not wanting Sahara to see them, but her hands were tied behind her back, so it was impossible.

Sahara grabbed the breasts and then clamped the nipples with her index and middle fingers.

“Oh…”

“It’s already hard.”

“Ah… no… don’t…”

Misa felt especially sensitive today, so sensitive that it frightened and confused her, almost jumping up and down when she rubbed, due to the extra sensitivity of the nerves all over her body from the bondage.

Seeing the wonderful body react so quickly, Sahara developed a happy anticipation for the time that followed.

“Misa… you’ll be a baby! I want you to be like a baby.”

“Don’t… don’t!”

Misa wriggled her body away from Sahara, feeling scared just by touching her body while she was tied up like this. If she had had sex a few times and her body had gotten used to the other person, she could more or less accept it, but she still felt uneasy and hesitant about casually exposing herself in front of this man from an unknown source.

Sahara’s calm demeanor makes Misa even more timid.

Sasahara was relieved that Misa wasn’t putting up an open minded front, if Misa had said whatever, it would have spoiled Sasahara’s fun instead.

It was the first time Sahara saw Misa that she noticed a hidden desire to be abused in the gorgeous, vivacious Misa, and believed that she could become an even more beautiful woman.

Everyone is a sadist and a masochist, and Misa is certainly no exception.

Sahara’s desire remained unchanged from the time when he still had “male functions” to the present.

Sahara pulled Misa off the bed with force.

“Ah…”

Forced to kneel on the carpet, with his shoulders compressed by Sahara, his upper body had to lie prone on the edge of the bed.

It was impossible to breathe face down, and Misa had to struggle sideways.

“Oops…”

Misa felt her whole body sweating.

I didn’t expect Sasahara to act like this. Misa desperately tried to raise her body, but with the man pressing down hard on her back, it was impossible to even move, let alone raise her body.

Misa wore black high rise boxer briefs that were supposed to go with the black top she was wearing tonight, which only barely covered her pubic area in the front and back, and did nothing to disguise her plump ass.

“These are like bandeau trunks, it doesn’t make a difference if you wear them or not.”

Sahara stroked Misa’s ass, the smooth skin sucking in her palms with suction.

Seeing Misa sticking out her ass in distress, Sahara felt a painful sense of relief.

In Ginny see radiant, with elegant demeanor sipping coffee, this moment is wonderful, and then the scene is very different, the spirit exudes uneasiness and anxiety. A man can’t help but be aroused by the sight of such a woman.

“Don’t mess around! Don’t!”

Misa can’t stand the fact that Sahara keeps stroking her ass.

“It’s wet here, and you’re the woman who gets wet here quickly.”

Sahara’s fingers moved over the fabric covering the stamen.

Sahara’s fingers slid across the inner slit to reach the foreskin with the sensitive buds of flesh inside.

“Misa, aren’t you cute here. This little bud of flesh is going to get hard very soon. You should say, please take a look at how big it’s going to get.”

Wonderful couldn’t hold still and wiggled her ass again when she lightly touched the buds of flesh with her fingertips.

“It’s wet again, and at this rate it’s going to be like peeing, it’s going to make the panties soaking wet. Isn’t it comfortable?

Why do you still say no, are you afraid of embarrassment? You should have said you wanted more.”

After gently touching his foreskin through his three-legged pants, Sahara began to make his fingers vibrate.

“Oh…”

Misa felt a strong tickling sensation in her lower abdomen, unable to endure being played with in such a one-sided and humiliating position, Misa desperately wiggled her buttocks to get rid of Sahara’s hands pressing on her back.

“You don’t want to be punished, do you?”

Sahara pulled his boxers down to his knees.

“Don’t…”

Misa’s yelp and the sound of a hand on her ass happened almost simultaneously.

Sasahara continued to slap Hakushi’s ass.

“ah… it hurts… oh…”

The spanking made a warp-crunching hand slap sound that echoed loudly in the bedroom.

“Uh… Oh…”

Wonderful couldn’t help but press her face firmly into the bed and gasp in pain.

When I first started spanking, it just hurt and sweated, but now, it hurt so much that I thought my pelvis was going to crack.

“Ah… spare me…”

Misa cried out.

Sasahara stopped slapping and sighed softly as she looked at her ass, which appeared red handprints.

Then pulls up the flopping Misa on top of him. Misa didn’t want him to see her crying and turned her face away.

Sahara grabbed Misa’s chin and turned to look at it.

“Crying is beautiful.”

Sahara smiled as usual. Misa flicked her eyes away, not wanting to look at him.

“Your ass is as red as a monkey’s ass, and it may not go away for two or three days. If you want to preserve your self-esteem, don’t show it to other men.”

“Please… let go of me…”

Misa’s voice was hoarse.

“How about letting go if you’ll just listen to me?”

“I won’t resist, just untie me. Don’t fight, I’ll agree to anything you say, please…”

“Promise anything? Then you’ll masturbate for me. I don’t know how I usually do it, but there’s no way to do it with my hands tied up. Just stand up, walk over to the table and use the edge of the table to rub against it, if there’s another way to do it.”

Misa’s whole body sweats as she hears it, and she frowns when she sees the smile on Sahara’s face.

That was an act that only Self did in secret, and now at Sahara’s request in front of him, and with his hands tied behind his back, rubbing against the edge of the table.

“What’s wrong? Didn’t you say yes to everything? Get up.”

Sahara pulled Misa, who was curled up on the side of the bed, up the hem of her robe and tucked it into her bound arms, then pulled down the boxers that had been left at her knees.

“Do as I say.”

“No!”

Misa shook her body in resistance.

“Look!”

Sahara flipped her boxers over, revealing the bottom to Misa. The silver-colored slime glowed against the black fabric.

“Oozing so much nectar, you are such a horny woman. I wanted to get it and then my mouth said no, did my ass want another spanking.”

“That kind of embarrassment…”

“Can’t do it? Then you can’t untie the rope that binds your hands, and say that if you fail to obey once, you will be punished more severely than the last time. A wise woman should understand such a thing.”

“Stop fighting!”

The thought of another spanking for her still sore ass made Misa even more nervous.

“Punishment isn’t just spanking.”

Sasahara pulled out a 30cc pack of coonservers from his black leather bag.

“You can be the smart one when you strip away your self-esteem, right?”

Misa knew what was coming and couldn’t help but back away.

Sahara does one thing after another that Misa has never thought of, thinking that she must escape. Misa desperately twists her hands to break the ropes.

“I told you I wanted you to be a baby. You can’t masturbate, you can always stick your ass out in silence.”

Seeing Sahara approaching, Misa’s back leaned against the wall and moved to the side. The fear of being chased made her heart almost burst.

“Don’t… I’m going to scream.”

“Just scream in a nice voice. As a compliment, just let you walk down the hallway and you can just escape to the counter. You look great like this, and the men will be happy to show your dark hair and plump ass into the elevator.

There must be a lot of people taking the elevator at this hour.”

Sahara remained unmoved.

“Make the same position as you just did, and the yard sausage is a good thing to get clean.”

Hearing Sahara let out a hefty laugh, Misa walked out of her bedroom and ran to the living room.

You can’t open the door with your hands bound, and even if you could, you can’t go out into the hallway at the thought of being seen in this humiliating position.

Misa is caught by Sahara at the bathroom door.

Sahara twisted Misa’s nipples a little harder.

“Ah…”

Misa screamed miserably and shed tears.

“You don’t want to be subjected to painful things. You can actually gag you and do things that make you suffer.”

Sasahara spoke in a gentle tone, not like a threat, and he would definitely carry it out. Misa couldn’t help but cry.

“Don’t bully me… be gentle… don’t humiliate me…”

Misa’s face was pressed against Sahara’s chest as she cried.

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“Spare me… don’t do it…”

Her upper body flopped onto the bed, and Misa lifted her head to look back.

Seeing the exposed ass, Sahara, standing diagonally back, touches Misa’s ass and leaves red handprints on it.

“The ass is lovely, but the tightening of the daisy buds is beautiful too.”

Sahara pulls his ass from side to side.

“No…”

Misa couldn’t help but wiggle her ass.

Sahara takes a right hand to the butt immediately.

“Oh!”

Misa let out a grunt, worried about being hit.

“Don’t fight…”

“Didn’t you promise to listen?”

“I’ll do as I’m told, but don’t do anything humiliating…”

The chrysanthemum buds were pumping , as if they were telling something.

“What is humiliation?”

“Don’t look at… that kind of place…”

“What is that kind of place…”

“It’s the back…”

“I don’t understand when you say back or front, so let’s be clear.”

Hearing Sahara ask that, Misa couldn’t help but clench her teeth.

“Don’t you move, or I’ll throw you down the hallway if you do.”

This time Sahara was using one hand to separate the two mounds of flesh. Before Misa could react, she inserted the colonizer into the chrysalis bud.

“Oh…”

Goosebumps rose all over Misa’s body. The chrysanthemum buds contracted, but it was too late as Sahara’s fingers pressed down on the ball of the colonizer.

Sahara pulled out the colonizer and applied the remaining drop of solution to the chrysanthemum bud with her fingers.

When Misa wiggled her ass, a tingling pain was produced in her abdomen along with a desire to defecate.

“Ah… my stomach… untie it quickly… I need to go to the toilet…”

Misa’s whole body was sweating coldly, with a pained expression on her face, but Sahara said calmly, “How can you do anything if you can’t use your hands.”

“Untie me… please…”

Those who are not accustomed to colonics cannot tolerate a few minutes of glycerin, even though it is only fifty percent.

Seeing that Misa had reached the maximum limit of her patience, Sahara untied the ropes binding her hands and removed her sweat-stained robe.

Misa desperately clenched her anus and bent over to run into the restroom.

Sasahara had come to go into the restroom to watch Misa defecate, but that would destroy Misa’s self-esteem, and now there was as much time as there was left, so she let her go into the restroom alone.

Immediately, he heard the sound of the toilet draining, and then the sound of water continued, knowing that it was something Misa had done to disguise the sound of defecation.

As expected, Misa didn’t come out of the restroom.

There was no answer to the knock on the door, and it was locked from the inside.

“If you don’t come out in ten minutes or less, I’ll call the counter and the lock on the restroom door is broken. To show your naked body to the waiter, you can stay out.”

Sasahara finished at the door, took out the spleen wine from the fridge and poured it into a glass.

Sitting in a wicker chair by the window and drinking is soothing to the throat and stomach.

It’s been a month since I saw Misa at my regular Ginny, and I’ve finally been able to get to the point I’m at now.

It was going to be a wait down no matter how long it took. Finding such a good target was going to trigger her masochistic personality completely.

After Sahara finished a cup of spleen wine, he poured hot water from the hot water bottle into the spleen wine bottle. Considering the heat that would dissipate, the water was heated slightly hotter than body temperature.

Alcohol concentration of three and five percent, is the most suitable to do the colon, too strong alcohol will hurt the intestinal organs, easy to trigger acute alcohol poisoning.

After using the glycerin colonizer and preparing to wash Misa’s vaginal walls, I wonder what kind of expression Misa will make. Refusing to come out of the toilet until now, she certainly wouldn’t be very submissive, and it would be fun to see what kind of resistance she did.

Sahara took off her clothes, leaving only her panties, and draped herself in a robe.

Take out a 200cc glass colander from your purse and suck it full of splenda added to hot water.

“I’m going to call the counter now.”

Sahara finished in front of the restroom door and walked over to where there was a phone, then pretended to pick up the receiver.

“The lock on the restroom door is broken, please send someone to fix it right away, how can the suite! There’s three minutes to come, right?”

Misa still hasn’t come out. You should hear Sahara’s voice. If she doesn’t come out in three minutes, use another method.

“Misa, the waiter will be here soon, and you won’t be able to hide even if you insist on being in there and removing the door with a tool.”

“Don’t call anyone. I’ll open the door, so don’t call anyone…”

Misa said nervously.

“If you want me to refuse to send someone, get your ass out of there faster.”

Sahara walked to the door of the room and knocked twice, then returned to the toilet.

“Hear that? The waiter’s coming to knock.”

“Don’t let him in.”

Misa said anxiously.

Sahara went to the door of the room for another monologue.

“Lucky, just opened it, probably a bit of a faulty lock, we’ll just leave it unlocked, please tell the counter we’ll check it again tomorrow when we leave.”

At that moment, there was the sound of a shower in the bathroom. But after it stopped, Misa still didn’t come out.

“I’m not waiting, I’ll call the counter again.”

“Wait a minute.”

Misa ran out of the bathroom with a towel draped over her body.

“You think your stomach is clean? Now lie down here, to give you the spleen wine from underneath, it works a lot faster than drinking it through your mouth. You haven’t tried it, have you, it will be very comfortable, but you still have to run into the toilet first.”

Misa was so shocked to see the light brown liquid in the glass colonic container that she could barely breathe.

“Don’t do the doggy position yet, the spleen wine will get cold.”

“Don’t! I’m going back!”

“Binding you again? This time it’s not just hands.”

“Oh!”

Misa is pulled over, her upper body sprawled out on the couch, and immediately spanked without mercy.

“Ah… don’t fight!”

The already reddened ass felt especially sore from a slap.

“Don’t fight! I’ll do as I’m told…”

I’ve seen kids get spanked, I just never imagined it would hurt so much. The pain and humiliation made Misa want to cry again.

“Doggy style on the carpet, in front of a mirror is best.”

Misa didn’t even have the strength to stand up and slowly crawled over to the mirror.

“Look closely at your face in the mirror. No wiggling your ass yet, the glass breaks and you’re going to have to go to the hospital to get your ass treated.”

Misa slumped in front of the mirror, seeing her miserable appearance and Sahara behind her with a thick colonic device.

Sahara gently rubbed her hand over the chrysanthemum buds, which were a little red from the recent colonization.

Sahara inserted the mouth of the colonic device into the chrysanthemum bud.

“Uh…”

The arms supporting her upper body began to tremble and her sagging breasts swayed.

Sahara slowly pushes the plunger of the colonizer.

“Spare me… ah… don’t humiliate me anymore…”

I felt a tingling sensation in my intestines and then my body warmed up and my anus started to hurt, probably because of the infusion of spleen wine.

“Misa, you have a beautiful ass and a lovely anus, I’ll kiss it later.”

“Don’t say it…”

Misa’s arms were getting shaky.

Finally pulling out the colonic device, Misa let out a grunt.

“Come on.”

Sahara pulled Misa, who wanted to go to the restroom, to the couch.

“How’s that? What it’s like to colonize with wine.”

“Let me go to the restroom…”

“To answer my question, would one fall in love with a coon?”

Hearing Sahara ask as such, Misa just breathed heavily, unable to answer.

“I can pleasure you more than any other man, even without intercourse.”

Misa had forgotten that Sahara was sexually impotent and that that sort of thing didn’t matter anymore. All Sahara seemed to want to do was humiliate Misa in whatever way he could, and how could such humiliation turn into pleasure.

Misa thought that Sasahara had lost his manly instincts and had developed an abnormal heart for women. That’s why she doesn’t hate Sahara from the bottom of her heart yet.

“Can’t help it… need to go to the bathroom…”

I don’t know if it was the shame, or the alcohol colonic, but Misa’s cheeks were flushed and she looked sexier than ever.

Knowing that Misa had reached the maximum limit of her patience, Sahara took Misa into the bathroom with her.

“Get out… don’t look…”

Misa let out a cry to Sahara who was standing in front of the toilet.

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After flushing her intestines with hot water, Misa was weak when she was brought back to bed.

Again, he fell on the bed with his hands bound with red rope.

“I’ll give you a fine brandy.”

Sahara took a sip of brandy before placing the glass on the nightstand.

Even her nose was red and there were teardrops on her cheeks when she lifted Misa’s upper body.

Seeing the tears of Misa, who is not lost to a man in first-class company, Sahara looks even more excited, and even has the illusion that his penis, which has lost its sexual function, will get an erection.

While kissing, Misa tried to turn her face away. Sahara grabbed her hair and forced brandy into her mouth.

“Uh…”

Without conscious acceptance, the liquid flows out, and brandy immediately flows from Misa’s chin to her breasts.

“What a shame to do that when you were kind enough to give you a drink.”

Sahara licks the wine that runs down Misa’s chin and also on her breasts and stomach.

“And you can’t submit, see what I’ll do to you.”

Misa was horrified to hear it.

“Don’t hit me…”

Misa tries to move her body backwards but Sahara pushes her back easily.

“The mouth on top won’t drink, so I want you to drink from the bottom.”

“Don’t! Ass don’t!”

Sahara spread the thighs of the desperately struggling Misa apart, her black pubic hair shaking as her ass twisted. Between the roots of her thighs, the pink mucous membrane gave off a wet, sultry sheen.

Misa did know that movement was indeed restricted when her hands were tied behind her back, lying on her back Misa could only rock her back, and her legs, which she wanted to keep together, were pressed down hard by Sahara, so that she could only wiggle her ass.

“The spleen wine in the back is very thin, as if it doesn’t get drunk easily and doesn’t mix the wine together, so the brandy has to be injected into the front, that is, into your cunt that gives off a rosy glow.”

Sasahara put his ass on one of Misa’s legs and squeezed it. Grabbing the leg with one hand, he picked up the glass of brandy and took the drink in his mouth.

Sahara lifted her ass from her lap and got between her legs, her face close to the garden.

The labia majora and minora were so wet that it was impossible to tell if it was honey or sweat. Sahara’s mouth pressed into the labia.

“Oh…”

Misa lifted her ass and twisted it.

The brandy in Sahara’s mouth flowed into her slit.

“Ah… no…”

The marvelous sensation caused Misa to let out a squeal, while at the same time her pussy felt on fire.

Hearing the squeak, Sahara sucked back the brandy that had flowed into her slit.

“It’s delicious, so much better than hand-warmed, it’s a cocktail mixed with Misa’s nectar, the only cocktail in the world.”

Sahara lifted her head and pressed herself against Misa’s body with a pleasant smile on her face.

“Ah… hot… so hot…”

The pussy produces an intense tingling sensation and heat that prevents it from staying still. The brandy was sucked back by Sahara, leaving alcohol in the pussy and irritating the mucous membranes.

“Colonic with spleen wine and brandy in the cunt, which one do you prefer?”

Misa felt the sting of Sahara’s sight and closed her eyes, shaking her head.

“Ah… no… no…”

Misa clenched her thighs and wiggled her ass, trying to get rid of the itchy feeling in her lower body. Trying to rub her pussy with her hands felt more painful because she couldn’t do it.

“Please… untie it… it’s strange there… ah… don’t do this…”

Seeing Misa wiggle her ass in defiance, she left Misa and became an audience member when she picked up the glass of brandy in her hand.

Misa twisted her body in a dizzying, prone position. Pressing her pubic hair against the sheets and rubbing it was certainly not going to get rid of the hot, tingling sensation inside her pussy.

“Ah… no… no… no…”

Misa was drenched in sweat and had hair on her forehead or cheeks.

“What do you want now? Is there going to be another cocktail made in the cunt?”

Sasahara slowly swirled his brandy glass in the palm of his hand.

“Put it in… put everything in…”

Misa felt embarrassed, but it was all she could ask.

“Is it putting in the brandy again?”

“No!”

“So, what do want to put in?”

I wanted a thick, big rod, and I wanted to thrust it hard, but Sahara’s rod had no such function.

Is that true? Misa, who was now hoping for a hard rod to penetrate her, even thought that Sahara shouldn’t lie.

Without Sahara undressing, there’s no way to determine the state of his crotch.

“Stick it in. Stick yours in… I’m so hot… Stick it in…”

Misa spilled a large amount of nectar as she wriggled on the sheets, the wet marks expanding as she twisted.

“Want my cock? Do you really want it that way?”

Misa nodded her head with a blinding sob.

“Didn’t you just say no?”

“Don’t torture me, I like it, so gently…”

Misa let out a whimper.

“Can you say give me the big meat stick?”

“Please give me… a big meat stick…”

Sahara picked up the black dildo from earlier.

“You can give a good blowjob and it’s in for you. Now get on your knees on the carpet and suck your dick.”

Misa rolled her body over hard and got off the bed, kneeling in front of Sahara and swallowing the dildo that was brought to her mouth.

“I’ll give it to you only if it’s done right, because it’s my penis.”

Misa hears this and develops love for Sahara.

“You have to move your face or you won’t get it in and you have to tongue it.”

Misa’s head bobbed back and forth, swallowing to the root and then licking the side, returning to the glans for a kiss before swallowing it into her mouth again, and doing so over and over again.

“Well done, stick it in for you.”

Sahara places a cushion under the waist of the supine Misa.

Misa voluntarily parted her legs as her ass was raised.

Sticky nectar flowed down to the perineum, the petals and buds of flesh engorged and bulging.

Sahara took the dildo, which was covered in Misa’s saliva, and inserted it into her slit.

“Uh…”

Misa stopped breathing and tilted her head.

“Well?”

Sahara asked after inserting the dildo to the root, looking at Misa who gasped with her mouth open.

“Hot… want… more…”

Misa wiggled her ass as if she was pampered.

“Want more? Then let’s give you something better. You’ll have to clench in order to keep the dildo from falling off.”

Sahara left the dildo in, keeping Misa’s thighs together.

Sasahara this time took out from his purse something made of a soft substance that was as long as his little finger.

“To be inserted into the back of the get clean, the purpose of the colonic is to slowly expand to be able to insert a thick cock as well as the front.”

“No…”

Misa lifted her upper body to escape and her ass left the cushion, the dildo in her pussy falling off as a result.

“Get back!”

“Don’t! Don’t do terrible things.”

“Go back! To lie down just as you did a moment ago.”

“No!”

Misa twisted her body in objection.

“Again. This time it’ll be more than just a spanking, okay?”

Sasahara took out another black leather whip from her purse, the front end of the whip was spiked, it was a game whip that dispersed the power so it wouldn’t hurt her skin, but it looked like something scary to Misa.

“Still can’t be a submissive. Why do you think I got your behind clean. It’s to make your behind receptive to men as well, and with a little more training you can do that, do you want the whip, or do you want to go back? Both if you can’t decide for yourself.”

Sahara’s face lost its smile and Misa felt a blackness before her eyes.

I don’t want to be whipped or have something strange inserted into my anus. Although it’s what Sasahara wants, but after being made and ridiculed like that, it will definitely be loathed by Sasahara.

“Don’t hit…”

The thought of a painful spanking certainly made Misa reluctant to take another one.

“Then go back to bed, on your back is fine.”

Misa put her ass on the cushion and immediately spread her legs when she saw the whip in Sahara’s hand.

Sahara brought Vaseline and applied it to the daisy buds with her fingers.

“ah… why… why are you torturing me like this…”

As the cold lubricant was applied to her anus, the intense shame made Misa want to burrow into a hole in the ground.

“When you insert your anus, you have to exhale. This is important to remember, exhaling makes it easier, today it is something like a finger, nothing to be afraid of.”

The black anal rod is slowly inserted into the pumping bud of the asshole.

“Uh… no… uh…”

The strange sensation of the organ that was originally used only for defecation, and conversely only inserting a foreign object, caused Misa to break out in a cold sweat. Grabbing her hands that were pressed behind her back, she felt paralyzed as her weight pressed down on her arms. To distract herself, Misa thought it would be better if her arms hurt a little more.

“You’ll get hurt if you push, I told you to exhale.”

It’s impossible to exhale like you’re taking a deep breath because your chest is rising and falling violently.

The anal rod was thin and was soon inserted deep into the flesh hole.

Misa frowned and opened her mouth as if to accuse. Misa felt embarrassed that she couldn’t hide her face from herself.

Sasahara focused his mind on Misa’s anus, occasionally glancing at Misa to observe her expression. This caused an even greater sense of humiliation for Misa.

Sahara pulled the inserted anal rod out slowly.

“ah… don’t… ah…”

The strange sensation that was different from the one during penetration caused goosebumps to rise on Misa’s skin. Seeing this situation, Sahara gently stroked on her thighs. The legs that were separated into an M-shape shook slightly.

Stroking her thighs while pumping her anus in a slow rhythm produces a different and marvelous sensation in Misa’s lower body. The sensation of not being able to reach the itchy spot of the slut caused Misa to squirm.

“Uh… no…”

Misa’s breasts swayed.

Nectar flowed from the front slit. Seeing this, Sahara thought that soon Misa’s anus would be able to feel the same joy as her pussy.

“Your pussy wants something thicker too, doesn’t it.”

Sahara picked up the dildo that was still on the sheet and inserted it into the wet flesh hole. Although it slid in smoothly, he still felt the touch of the dildo wrapped around the fleshy disk.

“Ah…”

Misa, who had inserted foreign objects in the front and back, gasped with her snow-white teeth exposed.

“You feel happy when you stick it in both holes, don’t you. No one has probably done this to you before. The nectar is flowing again.”

Misa’s groin twitched and she moaned with a dazzling look on her face as the two slutty toys, big and small, were slowly pumped in and out at the same time.

Sasahara pressed his fingers against the fleshy teeth that peeked out of the leather bag.

“Uh…”

“Are you trying to let it out?”

Misa didn’t answer. While moving the black dildo, Misa let out a gasp that was hard to hold back, then made a face that was waiting for the next move.

Sasahara began to make the final stroke of thrusting.

“Oh… uh… ah…”

Misa’s breathing became more rapid. The nectar became more abundant, making a plopping, plopping, plopping, plopping, plopping, plopping, plopping, plopping, plopping sound of lust.

“Ah… don’t…”

Worried that Sahara would despise her if she heard that kind of noise, Misa desperately wiggled her ass to try to resist the thrusts.

“Is it better back there?”

Sahara said that on purpose and then moved the small meat stick inserted in her anus.

“Umm… no… not in the back…”

Attacked from the front and back at the same time, Misa felt a strong wave of sensuality coming out.

“I’m leaking… I’m leaking… Unh…”

In an instant, the rigid body began to spasm. The anus and cunt quivered at the same time, writhing like animals.

The dildo was about to be squeezed out, and Sahara thrust it back in hard enough to hit the uterus.

“Ah… don’t do this…”

After reaching orgasm, her whole body turns into a sexy belt. Attacked again at this point, Misa continues to be swept into the sea of pleasure by the waves of sensuality.

The way her buttocks bounced on the cushion and her whole body was about to float up. Open eyes losing focus, silent open mouth…

Reaching the peak of her pleasure, Misa turned into a lustful naked animal, exposing her body to Sahara.

Sahara pulls out both dildos and then lies down next to Misa for a kiss.

“Don’t hate me…”

As her lips left, Misa said in a husky voice before shedding teardrops.