Collapsing Virgins (Tuning Teachers of Secret Flesh) (2)

Chapter 3: The Pleasure of Sexual Desire

How did the week go?

Kanako Kurihara, as usual, with her purse slung over her shoulder, holding a book-type messenger bag in one hand and grasping the hanging leather handrail with the other.

The car was still full and empty after the change, and after the second stop, the car slowly got crowded.

After a while, this would have been hell for Kanako if it weren’t for the cold air!

That day, Kanako was wearing a black linen top, except that the bottom half of her body seemed so much cooler compared to the top!

Although mini-skirts are popular this year, such a bold mini-skirt may only just cover your butt if you grab the handles again during the squeeze time.

“Class president, here’s a gift for you, thank you for entertaining us every day!”

The one who spoke this was the one who gave Kanako this hemp blouse yesterday, and that short skirt must have been thirty centimeters above the knee.

“This way, it won’t hide your beautiful legs, class president!” The nerves behind Kanako’s nervousness were focused on her lower limbs, and every morning this week, Matsuzaki and Iwata, Kanako was bound to be their prey in a game of lechery.

Why haven’t they put their hands in their skirts today? The two of them were on the bus together and were standing behind me correctly.

(What the hell is going on?)

Shidi didn’t do anything, but rather made Kanako feel strange!

But thinking about it in the face of these two cunning and lowly men began to grow unsettling, and at the same time made Kanako nervous.

The tram passed from stop to stop, and the duo’s hands had yet to touch Kanako’s ass.

Suddenly, there was a man’s hand in the ultra-mini skirt. Her whole body tensed up, and a graceful blush spread across Kanako’s face.

Matsuzaki and Iwata’s hands were like bold hands moving someone else’s wife’s buttocks. Kanako’s beautiful eyes gazed out the window, but her heart was wolfish.

By this time, the distaste of having my buttocks groped was gone, and I didn’t care that there were a few fingers wandering around them!

This week, the third sex tape, suddenly sprouted.

The men’s hands, as soon as they came in deeper, Kanako spread her slender white legs apart on her own.

The man’s fingers touched the private parts again, rubbing them…

Kanako’s body had the kind of pleasure that a whole body is draped in rubbing, as if waiting for this caress, nectar flowed out of Kanako’s bush.

“Ah! Aah!”

All around her, peering at her.

“Are you not feeling well?” An older gentleman standing nearby looked at Kanako with a worried look.

“No… no, nothing!”

“But look at you in a cold sweat!”

“No, it really doesn’t matter, it’s at the next stop.”

The tram is pulling up to the station, and as soon as it slows down, the caressing hand, will surely stop immediately.

When the car pulled up and the doors opened, Kanako got off with the crowd, usually getting off as if Matsuzaki and Iwata were unknown, and Kanako was in a hurry to get to the restroom.

But today, as soon as they got off the train, the duo stood next to Kanako, descending the station’s stairs and walking toward the ticket cutout.

“Hey! Going to the bathroom again?”

The two interacted glances.

“It was time for a change of interest this morning!”

“But there’s a little pain in my stomach.”

“You should know why we put a lock on your ass!”

Walked out of the ticket cutout and brought Kanako up to the cutout.

“Goodbye, I’m done here.”

At the intersection, Iwata finished and left, and now Kanako with the super mini skirt and no pantyhose stood here, very eye-catching. For Kanako, this short and tight skirt, wrapping her buttocks and exposing her thighs, the unbearable shame was added to the suppression of her urge to poop.

“Class president! The light’s green!”

Without realizing it the signal changed and people walked across the street all around.

KANAKO…

“Please, Matsuzaki my stomach is killing me!”

Matsuzaki’s face was cold, all but ignoring Kanako’s pleas.

“What’s the matter, can’t you walk with your head held high? Haha!” Looking at Kanako who couldn’t move an inch, he revealed a cold smile.

When they got to the office, they started working, but Kanako couldn’t keep quiet.

As a result, it’s impossible to go to the bathroom.

Unbelievably, when she got off the train and arrived at the Claims Division office, the abdominal pain was excruciating, one after another. Kanako couldn’t settle down for the first time.

“Later, if Iwata comes to the office, invite him to the parlor.”

“Chief of the class! Here are the results of this investigation.”

Pretending to discuss something, he handed over a piece of note paper on which the words “Take off your skirt” were written.

As Kanako looked on in disbelief, Matsuzaki wrote “Take it off here”.

“How? Class, I absolutely demanded this look!”

There were seven or eight investigators in the office, and they all heard what Matsuzaki said.

Staying for a while, dumbfounded, Kanako said in a small voice, “I know, just do it!”

Side by side, peeking at the other Duchess, she floated her hips up and slowly removed her skirt from under the chair.

When the mini-skirt was halfway down her thighs, she said, “Is this okay?”

“That’s it, don’t move!” After saying that, he went back to his seat.

Kanako’s face was flushed, only her expression pretending to be calm as she wrote her book class, but her lower half was ripe and naked.

“Chief of class! There’s a meeting.”

The women’s social worker woke up Kanako, who hurriedly moved her body under the table.

“Which… which one?”

“The man called Iwata.”

“Then ask him to come into the parlor, and I’ll be right there.”

“Yes!”

After the social worker left, after Kanako put on her miniskirt, while paying attention to the hem of her skirt, she walked to the parlor, at that time, Matsuzaki was smoking a cigarette, then the female doorman who was holding the tea walked in and went out again, after a while, the door opened, and Kanako showed her face.

“Mr. Matsuzaki, please take some information and come in for a moment.”

“Good! Get right over there.”

Putting out his cigarette, he walked towards the parlor.

After opening the door and walking in, he stood frozen for a moment.

Inside the parlor only Iwata stood with his back to the door, but no sign of Kanako could be seen, and Iwata, who was smoking a cigarette, turned back to the room.

“Hey! What do you want?” After saying that, he gazed between the eyes.

(Is it hard?)

Matsuzaki went to the back of the couch, where Kanako was before Iwata’s body. However, Kanako’s lips with beautiful lipstick were holding Iwata’s huge thing.

Kanako spits the thing out in a hurry and turns her face to the side when she realizes Matsuzaki. Iwata grabbed Kannako’s hair and pressed it against the thing again.

“Hey! It’s not over yet!”

It was useless to resist any longer, and Kanako, with her eyes tightly closed, stuck out her tongue.

“Watch!” Iwata, who was exhaling smoke, said.

“This week, work on your tongue.”

Kanako’s tongue, licking the tip of that male root, sucking it up and down.

“Hey! Today is not the day for that.” Matsuzaki interjected.

“Right! Ma’am, it’s done, and the continuation depends on this evening.”

Iwata pushed Kanako away, the prepared bag on the table, and unzipped it.

“Ma’am, take your clothes off.”

Kanako, who heard this, clasped her breasts in her hands and took several steps backward.

“What’s the matter, are you still embarrassed by now? Class president, the more you cooperate, the more time you save, so the other members of the club won’t be suspicious.”

Speaking of Matsuzaki, Iwata lined up some strange paraphernalia one way or another.

Kanako had to once again, in front of the two of them, take off her short skirt.

Blouse off, bra off, all that was left was the mini-skirt, ripe with breasts that still couldn’t be hidden with both hands clasped around them. As the skirt slid, only the line of those feet were visible, and the chastity belt, left only metal on the plump waist, oozed white marbled skin.

“Hey! Ma’am, come over here!” Iwata used a thin plastic tube and showed it to Kanako.

“You… What do you want to do again?” Kanako asked uneasily.

“Well, you just have to do what you’re told.”

The chastity belt was unlocked with a key, and Kanako’s beautifully naked body was made to lie on the table.

“Ma’am, you’re very sensitive about cleansing, this is.”

As the implement dangled in front of Kanako’s eyes, Kanako revealed a deep frown.

“What, to do that in this place?”

“Of course, waiting for the end of the shift would be fine, but then maybe you wouldn’t feel comfortable with that, ma’am.”

As Iwata said, although the urge to poop has disappeared, the constipation that had built up in my body was really unpleasant.

“Then! Begin!”

Iwata prodded Matsuzaki, removed the chastity belt, and took the ointment to the surface of the tube.

Matsuzaki faced Iwata.

“Lesson Leader, there may be no need for more of this ointment.”

When he finished, he pulled his inserted finger out first, and there was mucus attached to it.

“We worked so hard to condition a human wife like you, ma’am, that these are what you should give us.”

“How’s it going! Chief of class!” Matsuzaki, who was grabbing Kanako’s hair, said to her with a mocking face.

“What’s it like to get your ass cleaned in the office, naked and bullied?”

Kanako gritted her teeth, her face facing the other way, her hand thrusting into her hair as her head was shaken intensely.

“Say something! Hello! Beauty class president.”

“Be… nasty…” came the shaking voice, only able to look askance at the other.

“Be what you will!” Like a small flower the little mouth chestnut moved.

Matsuzaki revealed those rows of white teeth: “Of course, to how to get you, I will not be polite, and the class leader born as a beauty, born as a talented woman, born as a woman’s heart, will not feel regret?”

Matsuzaki’s hand let go of the hair, then Iwata’s hand pressed against the spot.

Kanako let out a gasp like a long sigh from her mouth, rubbing and kneading that spot, it was as if a different kind of fire burned inside Kanako’s body, a sensation that was nevertheless accompanied by a sweet and dense flavor.

The plastic tube wrapped around like a snake and the potion inside the glass bottle slowly diminished.

“Ah! Aah!”

“Hey! How’s it going? This method should be perfect for a wife who likes to wash her bowels!”

“Eh! Um! Will it please end?”

The non-stop water keeps flowing into Kanako’s white ass. As the potion was poured in, the height of Kanako’s ass was raised from thirty, forty to fifty centimeters. But by this time the pressure had also increased, and all the potion in the bottle was flowing deep into the bowels of this completely naked beauty’s headmistress.

“Ah! Don’t, ah! Aah!”

Her hair swayed softly around her shoulders, but Kanako could do nothing about it, while cold, copious amounts of water ran down her stomach like a stampede.

“How’s it going! How does it feel, class president?” Matsuzaki lifted Kanako’s flushed face up.

Tears seeped into his dark, icy eyes, and his nose sniffled.

Probably put all five hundred cc’s into it, freeing Kanako from the hell of colon cleansing.

“Surprisingly, five hundred cc’s all injected, Mrs. has a good belly!”

“Then we’ll look forward to the next 1,000 CC!”

“Yikes! Please spare me!”

Kanako shook her head frantically, sadly showing that the urge to poop when she wanted to go to the restroom at work was now surging again because of the multiple doses of the potion.

“Please, I need to go to the restroom!” Soon it was this knowing beauty with a face oozing with sweat pleading.

With an impish grin, Iwata took out a large plastic bag from his bag, “Hey! Here it is!”

“…” For a split second, Iwata’s intentions struck Kanako as odd, and she just stared blankly at the plastic bag.

(Is it, really…) Or are they really trying me?

“What… what are you talking about?”

“For someone with such a good brain like you, it seems like there’s no need for further clarification.”

“It’s your freedom whether you want to use this plastic bag or not, courser.”

After the two finished, they sneered at Kanako, who was sitting on the table in a sorry state.

“So above shame, don’t do it again.”

“But there’s nothing to replace the commode, so are you going to go to the bathroom naked?”

In fact, if she dressed now, it would be too late to go to the restroom. Holding the plastic bag tightly in her hand, she looked back at the parlor for a moment, and when the urge to poop came back, Kanako walked to a corner of the room. Then squatting down, she touched the bag in her hand to her butt.

“Ah! Ahh! Stay back!”

Those two approached and looked around at Kanako whose face was bent in expression.

“How’s it going, Chief? It’s not like it’s the first time we’ve had a big one in front of us, and it doesn’t smell bad when it’s big in a plastic bag!” Matsuzaki said as he saw Kanako’s arousing behind and brushed his hand over it again.

“Hey! Don’t touch me!”

Inadvertently, the naked body that was as smooth as marble shivered all over.

“Done leaking are we?”

It ended with a sigh while all the potion flowed out.

But, immediately tie the bag tightly.

“It’s out, the Beauty Section Chief’s king-sized turd.”

“What a beauty, and the shape of the poop is nice and cute.”

Matsuzaki and Iwata laughed as if they were watching.

After defecating, Iwata brought toilet paper.

“Get comfortable! Rub it with this!”

“Wait! Wait, here we go again!”

As he said this, his white ass was exposed, and “thump, thump, thump, thump…” came out again.

“Clean and sloppy, with all the old poop draining out.”

Finally done venting, Iwata and Matsuzaki want to take away what’s between Kanako’s feet.

“What are you still touching, it’s time to put your clothes back on or the members of the next department will think it’s strange!”

Matsuzaki put his hand on his shoulder while Kanako shook her body with a low sob.

“Please let go of me, it has nothing to do with me!” The shaking voice screamed.

Not knowing what to make of his expression, Matsuzaki looked at Iwata.

(Let me do it!) Hinting with his eyes, he picked up the clothes and walked towards Kanako.

“Oh! Ma’am, if you don’t bear with me now, all your efforts up to now will be in vain because of a momentary impulse. If you are so fond of your husband, if you are strong at this time, will you not spoil the whole situation? You are a man of good brain, ma’am; you should know these weights.”

Unimaginably, Kanako dutifully, obeying what Iwata said, slowly got dressed.

(He really has a way with women.) I’ve heard a hundred times that it’s going to be like this, Matsuzaki thought to himself at that moment.

Iwata tied the plastic bag with a rubber band.

“It won’t do to hold it like that, put it in here!”

Kanako, who had finished dressing, took the paper bag, only to realize that it was heavy. It wouldn’t be good if it should fall, and Kanako discreetly held it with both hands.

“Goodbye, we’ll warm up again tonight when we come to the apartment!”

Finally, with a triumphant smile and touching Kana-chan’s ultra-mini skirt-covered buttocks, Iwata cleaned up the parlor a little more before leaving. Then Matsuzaki Ayumi went out the door, and after that Kanako came out next, when a male investigator approached Kanako.

“Chief, the incident that was to be investigated has had unbelievable results this morning.”

The investigator’s eyes, noticed the paper bag in Kanako’s hand.

“You can just leave this matter to the Specialist, so please wait a moment.”

Kanako rushed out of the office to the toilet as if she was running for her life. In the restroom, pouring her own excrement into the toilet, that excrement was really more than the usual amount. The week afterward, the reproaches that came from them were more different than ever.

The cleansing up to this point, no more getting it.

Instead of the original perverted behavior, on the train to work, she reached into her ass without panties or stockings in her mini-skirt, and caressed the depths of her ass without stopping for a moment or two. In addition, before getting off the train, he would always put the plug on, and this was repeated every day, and as a result, that spot was slowly getting bigger and bigger.

At the company with, or Matsuzaki’s chastity belt, was embedded in the mature waist, so unchanged after a day of work. Then again there must be one time a day with Matsuzaki and Iwata to love them with their mouths, to suck the sap of their inferior love, which is as obligatory.

It would be painful to use the thought as if it were a play to turn into actual behavior.

Matsuzaki had been longing for Kanako for a long time, for her sweet lips, her silky skin, the pleasure she felt when she ran her tongue over them.

Normally it would take an hour on average to fire, but at the moment the skill of a wife, with a tongue full of desire, was being utilized. The whole thing was made even better by the fact that the blowjob was accompanied by the motorized penis.

And the drinking of both men’s semen, the twice-a-day sex, continued.

For half a month in a row, it was not difficult for Kanako to notice the changes that had occurred in Self’s flesh.

Twice a day, attaining female delight is more than enough for to current Kanako and is overly sexualized.

But before and after Matsuzaki and Iwata’s abuse, Kanako’s body is just like any other woman’s, and all of her faculties will be as blossoming as unimaginable.

With two orgasms a day, the mature wife had become unsatisfied with the electric penis. While the electric penis was moving, the only thing that Kanako actually felt was that tongue and lips pleasure.

Matsuzaki and Iwata as usual, but Kanako couldn’t open her mouth, of course as a human wife, Kanako of course had no license to say this. Kanako tried, only waiting for Matsuzaki and the others to understand, only the oral cavity, that could not be satisfied.

The two, day after day, repeat the sinful behavior.

With Matsuzaki, the results only lasted for thirty minutes now, and for that reason, Kanako used her tongue, teasing twice and thrice in her offerings. In addition, Kana-chan’s pent-up and pent-up desire for the orgasms achieved by the electric penis had become chronic. Because of this, Kana-chan’s passion for using her tongue has grown and has turned into greed.

Matsuzaki and the others began a new phase of conditioning, at this point only the second week of that beginning.

That day, as usual, I took the morning train, and Matsuzaki got on after unlocking it.

As the tram started to start, Matsuzaki, standing on the side, touched Kanako’s ass.

(Ah!) Kanako’s beautiful eyelashes were closed, and her chest sighed softly via the fact that she had been lonely all night yesterday after drinking her semen and putting on her chastity belt.

It was Self’s subordinate, and such a despicable man, but the craving of the flesh in this instant was something Kanako couldn’t deny.

This ultra-mini skirt, which was only thirty-five centimeters above the knee if you wore a jacket, was very daring. But Matsuzaki and the others had ordered it to be thirty centimeters above the knee, which was even shorter than their instructions, but it was Kanako herself who had chosen this daring and hot mini skirt that only covered her buttocks.

It would be so boldly dressed to tease Matsuzaki and the others, and with the wild love for her buttocks, they would surely come over, Kanako had this thought. First caressing on the skirt, then reaching inside it, complete with caresses.

Kanako swallowed her breath and waited for Matsuzaki’s caresses, but Matsuzaki wasn’t quick to reach out with an anxious hand.

Kanako was feeling surprised when she turned her head to look at Matsuzaki, who, with his hand on the handlebar, floated a horny smile the moment his eyes met Kanako’s.

Kanako realized that her thoughts were being seen through and turned around, suddenly feeling very ashamed about not wearing stockings in the middle of the tram and exposing her entire buttocks.

When the buttocks were touched, it was minutes later.

“Oooh!” Kanako let out a moan.

It hadn’t been so for Kanako before, but after being conditioned by the Matsuzaki’s, Kanako’s buttocks were, well, more sensitive than normal.

But this hand was reaching to the other side, and immediately felt that Iwata was also in the car. More than a month and days of caressing, Kanako already knew who touched it!

But it was the first time since the Matsuzaki guys touched her buttocks that she was in a situation like today. In the past, Kanako would have run away and resisted. But now, she’s wearing a mini-skirt and she’s on the train openly.

A blush appeared on Kanako’s face as the man’s hand was about ninety centimeters long, more than adequate for caressing his man-wife’s ripe ass, while his fingers penetrated the dense emptiness of that bush.

Kanako’s whole body stiffened, but the key didn’t open, Kanako was very desperate, a darkness unfolded in front of her eyes, when the man’s finger stopped there just now, the foreign object was opened, finally disarming the alarm, and that finger went deeper inside.

Kanako’s five senses, at this point, went into an otherworldly red heat, as if they were about to burn.

As shocked as being locked in a soul, another man’s hand came from the lower abdomen, coming from the back in an unguarded manner, and Kanako couldn’t resist, but only allowed the man’s hand to enter.

The same hand that was on Kanako’s unclothed panties, flirting unabashedly.

(Woah!) Kanako’s waist warbled with an expression like she was on the verge of tears.

It’s not that she longs for a man’s finger, but she feels that there is no way to refuse, but the body of Kanako, which is becoming more and more insatiable every day, is unable to resist the strange teasing of the men.

Kanako’s body, squirting hot flower fluids, while the man’s fingers circled those depths and the other man pumped back and forth, deep within the cleft of that bud.

Kanako gripped the leather armrests tightly, unable to catch her breath, her face blocked by her hair hanging down, and contrary to usual, as overwhelmed as the average office worker.

Kanako’s breathing was getting more and more disorganized, and incredibly, at that time of pumping, the flesh of Kanako’s whole body was as pleasurable as if it was being rubbed.

Even the roots of her ears turned red, Kanako, under the attack of the men, the man whose fingers were pumping at the lips of the flower, and the man whose one finger was pumping at the hot moist and wet mucous membrane!

(Ahh! It’s so good, it’s so good!)

When she arrived at the office, although she was sitting in her own seat, Kanako looked at Matsuzaki, who was sitting by the window. There was some sweet pain in her super-mini lower body, sitting on the chair.

It’s always been the case that as soon as Matsuzaki lets go, the feeling of sexual desire is gone, but today was different. I was also looking forward to the parlor sex that was held every morning.

But, as of this morning, Matsuzaki still hasn’t made a move.

After thirty minutes, Matsuzaki stood up and walked towards Kanako.

Kanako pressed on, her inner heart beating fast and trying to act calm and fine as she looked at the information on her desk.

“Chief, I’m going out to steel-check the insurance affairs of Building A.”

“Whoa! Me! I know.” Kanako said to Matsuzaki, desperately trying to hide herself.

“Wait… wait, I have something to ask you!”

Standing up, he walked towards the parlor.

Matsuzaki closed the door to the parlor and saw Kanako walking around the room.

“Today, uh! Not like before?”

“Like old times what?”

“It’s decided isn’t it?” Kanako stammered out.

“Ah! That! It’s already over if that, there’s still a month until the chief’s husband comes back, so it wouldn’t be good if we don’t do it from now on, right?”

“Wow! I see.” Kanako’s eyes became deep and dark.

“So! Is there anything else of importance?”

“No!”

Matsuzaki then turned toward the door.

“Wait, please wait for me.”

“Are all these practices going to stop?” A voice like a sob.

“What are these compositions, what compositions?” Matsuzaki walked up to Kanako and stared at Kanako, who was a wife.

“I’m very fond of the class president, is that the way to do it?” As she said this, she lifted up her ultra-mini skirt and aimed her front dangling at the roots of her legs.

“Ah… do… what…” Her body shuddered, and Kanako’s ripe waist was already allowing Matsuzaki to rock back and forth without thinking.

“Won’t say nasty again from now on! You got out of the car just now, and it’s only been a short time since you’ve been in this office, and you’re having such a hard time holding it down too?”

“Eh!” Kanako blushed, her face dropping slightly, in fact this rude and sickly caress would be too much for Kanako to handle all of a sudden if she lost it.

“I’m such a person that the excellent head of the class would be so fond of intercourse, I never thought in a million years!”

“I’ll be like this, and it’s all because of you.”

Matsuzaki rolled up the super mini skirt with his fingers.

“Class president, now you’re cool!”

“This…”

Kanako, who was usually efficient and capable, was now like a teacher lecturing a schoolgirl who had done something wrong.

While doing so Matsuzaki pulled down the zipper on the front of his pants: “You like this guy, you like him a lot, don’t you?”

Seeing the straightened male root, Kanako looked wolfishly, instead unable to say half a word, only feeling the blood leaping all over her body.

“No…” but the words reached my throat and I couldn’t get them out.

“Or are you just tired of it, nothing new?” Matsuzaki pressed that back into his pants.

“Don’t! Mr. Matsuzaki.” Already forgetting her name was Kanako, her legs slowly fell to her knees and her hands reached out to Matsuzaki.

“Wait, that’s it.” Kanako held Matsuzaki’s hand and slowly stroked her cheek.

“By the way, if I had done that to you two months ago, I might have gotten an immediate dismissal, now why don’t I just cut this guy off!”

These words were deliberately striking, and Kanako who had a strong sense of self-esteem closed her eyelids tightly and stroked her cheeks. Locking her eyebrows tightly and letting out a moaning sound, Kanako showed a hard-to-resist expression, her whole body was aroused and slowly flushed red.

“Say something! Class president.”

“…” Kanako bit her lips tightly at the fact that she was becoming a slut.

“Answer!” Matsuzaki shouted, turning his waist in a circular motion.

“Please don’t do this to me!” Kanako screamed so with tears floating in her eyes.

At this moment, Matsuzaki had the attitude as if she was Kanako’s superior, looking at her with cold eyes.

Instantly, Kanako’s expression was distorted, and her voice trembled: “I want to… I want to have oral sex… oral sex… Mr. Matsuzaki!”

After saying that, Kanako was shocked at what she said, and at the same time, her body and mind were as if she had stepped into a different world, and it was as if Kanako wasn’t speaking on her own.

On the other hand, Matsuzaki also reveled in the sense of conquest, still holding resentment and jealousy towards Kanako while imagining embracing her.

Another blowjob again.

“If you don’t tell the truth, I’ll punish you for not being allowed to use your hands.” Matsuzaki Yamanaka ordered as he ignited his sadistic heart.

Kanako, who was caressing Matsuzaki’s buttocks with both hands, suppressed her fire-breathing lust as she did so, and first pressed her lips into the tip of that male root. Half of the tip was covered by foreskin, Kanako tilted her head, used her lips to open the skin, and pushed it downward, revealing the glans. After peeling it off, her eyes saw the tip, and all of a sudden, Kanako’s emotions became high and shook.

“What’s the matter! Class president, didn’t you have enough fun on the tram this morning? You have to work hard and hard to do your job too, or you don’t get compliments, by the way! Now use your best ball-bumping blowjob!”

Locking her eyebrows together, Kanako licked the tip of her outstretched tongue into that ball, taking it in one bite as if until she was going to smooth out the crepe.

Matsuzaki kept ordering her to start all over again, from ball to root, from man-root to tip section, saliva flowing all over the man-root, the blowjob took about thirty minutes before and after.

Following the order, Kanako uses this blazing tongue, and Kanako’s own sensuality burns abnormally.

Matsuzaki straightened his back: “You’ve had oral sex, so you’re getting horny, so let’s just get naked!”

Obediently, without thinking, Kanako took off her jacket and shirt and tossed them aside; to be naked at this point was no longer a difficult task. Standing up and taking off the ultra-mini skirt from her legs, Kanako’s whole body was also only left with the white high heels.

Seeing this scene in the nude, Matsuzaki also began to have strong desires.

It was not the first time I had seen her naked, but what it felt like was the unspeakable joy of being so exposed and naked in front of this woman, the number one beauty in the community.

What’s more, Kanako’s nude body has matured even more after two months, and her complexion is radiating an attractive shine. Luckily, it hadn’t gotten out of shape, that curvaceous beauty was still there, that rack was still there.

“Put this on, Chief!” Matsuzaki took a pair of black panties out of the pouch.

“I was going to bring it out later, but I saw your body and immediately wanted you to wear it.”

Upon receiving it, Kanako looked startled. Now held in her hand, there was attached a small plastic tube, said to be small and about the size of a male.

“This is a taste that if you taste it, you’ll be dying for it.”

Matsuzaki, who was looking at Kanako, heaved Kanako from her chest and hugged her vigorously.

“Hey! Hurry up and put it on! Put it on so you can suck a dick. You love sucking dick, Chief!”

The other hand, between defenseless legs, wandered.

“Ah! Ah!” Turning red, her face, with the male root still in the corner of her mouth, wrapping her tongue around it.

“Further… further containment to the root.”

The huge man-root was all the way up to his throat.

Licking the man-root and rubbing it back and forth between his legs through the roots of his long legs, wearing the panties with the man-root attached to them, the feeling of oppression, more than imaginable.

“This kind of seems to go very well with the beauty courser who is a lover of intercourse!”

Matsuzaki looked at the naked beauty of shining mature beauty, wearing a pair of black panties. This kind of excitement is different from full nudity, and Kanako was marvelously aroused with shame.

“Hey! Come and try!” Matsuzaki flicked on the switch.

The thick tube in front of her vibrated, and Kanako made an unimaginable sound, her feet closing tightly.

“Uh-huh! I can’t!” Receiving an unimaginable shock, Kanako couldn’t hold back any longer.

Attacked by the horny man in the tram, the same back and forth, Kanako’s rationality is also angered by the roll of lust.

“How’s it going? Chief of class!” Unintentionally dropping the kaiju, Matsuzaki made a noise behind Kanako’s back.

“Hey! Stand up, courser, and wear this to work all day today! If you move a little, you’ll feel like you did just now, so just practice until you get used to it!”

Kanako stood up and Matsuzaki hit the switch again.

“Yikes! Yikes!!!” Gritting her teeth, Kanako endured the onslaught, and seconds afterward, her knees trembled just slightly.

After about a dozen or so attacks on how much more he was teased and his waist didn’t move.

“I’d love to praise you for being able to stand it, I just don’t believe it!”

Matsuzaki, who was sitting on the couch, put the thing between his legs and gently moved it around with his hand. Kanako, who was wearing black panties, gasped wildly at the sight of the glistening slime at the tip.

Sitting at the base of the loose monstrous leg, his long thighs sitting close to his, he cupped it with both hands and slowly took it in with his lips starting at the tip.

“Whoo! Whoo!” Side by side, Kanako let out a moan from deep in her throat, spewing out lustful feelings from the depths of her body, very reluctant to perform oral sex with her tongue.

Exactly as pleasant as a virgin on her first night! The hot, sweet delight was unceasing, and before it entered the mouth, one’s position, shame and self-respect were all but thrown out of one’s mind.

At this point, Matsuzaki immediately orders Kanako to stop and touches her face against the excited Kanako.

“Unfortunately, there’s no time for that, and if we don’t get out of here, we’re going to be late for our date.” After speaking, he put his manhood into his pants.

“No! Matsuzaki! No…” a sad whimper escaped Kanako as she buried her head in her pants.

“If you don’t have a job and you’re mucking around here, it wouldn’t be good to make the head of the class angry!”

“Won’t be mad, if the job is late, again I’ll take full responsibility.”

“A great honor, but it’s never good to receive a paycheck and not work, so here’s a good idea, we’ll go together, and it’s good to see the outside with us minions once in a while.”

Matsuzaki got to his feet.

“Right! That’s it!” Kanako reached for the bra she had taken off and dropped to the floor.

“Stay a while, there are panties that fit better with the courser.” The pine chair removed the black plastic belt.

“This guy will be waiting for the courser tonight, come on, put your hands up!”

After speaking, first Kanako’s chest was tied solidly, then her waist was tied as well, then a belt through her neck and then through her chest and then connected to her waist, and the rest was passed between her legs and secured behind her back.

“That completes it.”

“It suits you! Now that’s the way to go, horny beauty of a class president.”

After the speech, he opened the door and left.

Kanako hurriedly put on her clothes and chased after Matsuzaki’s back. Kanako sits in Matsuzaki’s car and drives towards Shinjuku.

In the car, instead of vibrating tubes, there was Kanako sitting in the assistant’s seat, and over the super-mini skirt full of braid, Matsuzaki reached out and caressed the plump thighs.

At the red light, Matsuzaki’s hand was between Kanako’s second leg, and twenty minutes later, Matsuzaki parked his car on the corner of a high-rise street.

“Take your top off and wrap both arms around your back.”

“What’s it going to be?”

“Don’t ask, if you want a blowjob just don’t make a sound and do it!”

With Matsuzaki saying that, Kanako didn’t resist and wrapped her hands behind her back, Matsuzaki-like, and tied the black belt.

“All right, let’s go!”

When Matsuzaki got out of the car, he also told Kanako to get out, and draped his jacket over her shoulders, and the fact that his hands were tied behind his back was not visible from the outside. Matsuzaki held her hand and walked towards the high-rise street, many men were looking at the beauty of the curves stretching under the miniskirt and the face of Kanako, who was full of intelligence and beauty.

“If you’re going to take a walk, it’s still going to be a beautiful woman with as much class as the class president.”

Matsuzaki wrapped his hands around his waist and leaned in close, stroking his hands all the way up from his miniskirt. Kanako blushed, but she couldn’t move her hands from the bang.

Matsuzaki was immediately going to roll up her miniskirt again, followed by half of her ass exposed by her black panties.

“Don’t do that, someone will see you!” Kanako demanded in a whisper as she leaned her face into Matsuzaki’s shoulder.

“You wouldn’t care! I was thinking that you have a need for this, class president?”

Twisting her ass flesh with her hand, Kanako mixed up and shuddered.

“Please, Mr. Matsuzaki, someone could come out at any moment.” Must die pleaded.

“Got it, I’ve got important work to do, work first is the creed of the class president, right!”

After the speech, Matsuzaki walked onto the land bridge. Walked up the stairs.

“Take your time here, class president, I’m going to try to get to work!”

“Hey! Mr. Matsuzaki, no, please don’t go!”

Kanako asked him to remove the belt from his hand.

“Why bother, I’ll be right back, so you can have fun alone for a while!”

Matsuzaki flipped that switch on and that pipe started moving.

“AH…” the long awaited impact made Kanako feel like falling.

“Don’t let the others find out!”

At Matsuzaki’s comment, Kanako clenched her teeth again and held back.

“Very sexy ooh! Class, when I come back, I’ll be sure to bring your favorite thing, Class.”

After speaking this, Matsuzaki descended the stairs.

Alone, in solitude, mind, with plastic straps tied around my body, while people passing by, look at the super short miniskirt.

The shock of the tube was getting used to it, but it was replaced by the kind of pounding that had been going on several times this morning without stopping. The vibration of the tube made the nectar at the root of the legs slowly secrete out, and the trembling of the legs couldn’t stop the gasping. Plus, because I was standing on the first step of the stairs, the people coming up from below, though disgusted, also looked at the thighs at the root.

Although the ultra-mini skirt is good, but still can not hide the deepest part of Kanako’s thighs, the eyes of men and women, can not escape to want to look at.

When Matsuzaki returned, two hours had passed.

“Mr. Matsuzaki, I can’t take it anymore!”

“Got it, but made a deal with the class president to give you your favorite gift.”

Matsuzaki descended the stairs again, holding Kanako by the waist.

Kanako thought she might be taken to a restaurant to rest, but Matsuzaki’s choice was a plain eating tea in an alleyway.

Immediately after sitting down in the chair, Matsuzaki’s hand went under the super mini skirt to feel those thighs.

“Hmmm…” with just this movement, Kanako was assaulted by spasms of sweetness.

After an hour, the burning flames felt more intense.

“Spread your legs a little more!”

Matsuzaki pressed his hands in, spreading Kanako’s beautiful, engorged thighs from side to side.

“AH…” Although it was indirect, the blood of Kanako’s whole body boiled up when she was caressed by the man.

The waiter approached, and Kanako’s whole body became tense as both knees closed tightly.

“Don’t move, don’t be afraid, class president, I want a Coke!”

Matsuzaki’s hand, still as soft as a potato pancake, wandered between Kanako’s thighs.

The waiter, who was tall and overlooked, poured the water into a glass and placed it on the table.

“Eh! Mmm! Coke and coffee.” A red-faced Kanako whispered.

After that waiter left, Matsuhide lightly tickled Kanako’s ear.

“Nasty! Don’t bully me!” Looking like she was about to cry, Kanako shook her head.

“Ugh! It’s all your fault that today has turned out like this!” With a flirtatious tone, Kanako offered her body.

“I am to cater to the pleasure of the head of the class and give myself to it, thighs are of course the most beautiful, but it would be most pleasing to see the breasts of the beautiful head of the class as well.”

Matsuzaki took off the buttons on his shirt with his hands and opened it left and right. Even though it was in a dimly lit store, the shock of someone appearing at any moment made Kanako shudder. It wasn’t just nudity, but the left and right breasts that were tied with black elastic bands were tied in the center with the nipples facing up.

“Beautiful looking, with beautiful skin and a mature glamor in her hips, there are no more women as lovely looking as the class president in this day and age!”

Matsuzaki said flirtatious words while touching the breasts that made the black belt tied tightly, rubbing and rubbing them.

“Eh! Mmm!” The instantaneous pleasure caused by the already well-sensitized breasts stunned even Kanako herself.

From the walkway, there was a young boy, looking at them with curiosity.

(Don’t look at us…) Though my heart was pleading, my body received a strange shock that made the atmosphere even more burning and breathless.

In Matsuzaki’s palm, the tips of the nipples that were as wet as virgins were given vent to the flames of lust.

The waiter brought a Coke and coffee.

(Mr. Matsuzaki…) Kanako screamed from her breasts and tried to hold her shirt over her breasts, but Matsuzaki continued to rub both nipples interactively.

(Please, help me…) I still want to scream even now.

The waiter, who was already quite accustomed to all kinds of intimate shots, sighed at the sight of Kanako’s bound breasts.

In the midst of the shame and shock, Kanako…

“Y… Y…”

The upper body vibrated upward and bounced again, and the sounds of joy continued unceasingly.

“You’re tough, aren’t you?” After the waiter left, Matsuzaki whispered in his ear, “Don’t worry about it!”

Glossy, beautiful hair, messed up!

“Of course! I meant to!”

Matsuzaki dragged Kanako’s chin up: “Come on! Let’s kiss!”

With one arm around his shoulders, just like any other partner, his lips approached the lips.

“Whoa! Wow!” Piece by piece with a hot gasp, Kanako took the initiative and pressed her lips against Matsuzaki’s.

Closely pressed lips, Matsuzaki pushed his tongue into Kanako’s mouth, and Kanako just sucked on that soft tongue as if she was mesmerized. This paralyzing joy, Matsuzaki had already tried it, the touching of breasts and buttocks, again with kissing, and it was actually Kana-chan who took the initiative to use her tongue to make contact, Matsuzaki felt a deep sense of conquest.

The entire corner of the mouth, from the root to the tip of the tongue, sucked on each other with abandon.

“Is there anything you want to do?”

Faced with an inquiring Matsuzaki, Kanako’s knowing eyes floated to tears.

“Want a blowjob, want a blowjob with Matsuzaki!” Edge begged as he locked his eyebrows.

Matsuzaki removes the jacket from Kanako’s shoulders and releases the hand that was behind her back as well.

“Take off your shirt too!”

With trembling fingertips, Kanako pulled the shirt off her shoulders.

It’s not true that there are no lovers who eat tea here purely with their upper body exposed, but like Kanako’s upper body, as naked as a pentacle, it’s more lewd than naked.

Matsuzaki leaned lightly against the couch.

“Class president! Please do as you please!”

Kanako had forgotten about the shame and the looker and pulled down the zipper of her pants and pulled out the man-root into her pants, pushed the foreskin back and started sucking from the tip.

In the process of pumping, the depths of the throat did not forget to make that moaning sound, and compared to this morning in the parlor, it was even more unspeakable joy.

“Look everyone, will the class president show your beautiful face to everyone?”

Matsuzaki stroked her hair while it hid Kanako’s face.

In the dimly lit store, Kanako’s oral sex was so exciting that the lovers at the other tables could see it very clearly. But surprisingly, even though they were aware of the sight of others, they felt another kind of sexual desire, so their bodies couldn’t quell that thought.

Kanako licked the tip section with her tongue and touched it again with her lips from tip to root.

The fact that the ultra-mini skirt was rolled up and her panties were half seen was completely no longer a concern, and Kanako’s upper body was already all inclined towards Matsuzaki’s body. In the depths of the ultra-mini skirt, the root between the two thighs, what was sucking and flowing out was the sweet nectar overflowing from the inverted triangle of the bush.

There was definitely no such position than when she was in bed with Mister. But, under the shame, Kanako’s chest thumped in her chest, and sensuality was felt more acutely.

“Ah!”

With incense in her throat, Nanako still moaned loudly while that tube began to vibrate again. Being opened to the lower half of Kanako’s mini-skirt, under that vibration, Kanako’s wild, passionate blowjob went up.

“It could be over, I’m not the class president’s mouth, so fond of buttocks.”

Looking up, tongue leaving with a line of saliva still running down it and tears still in his pupils, he reached for his shirt.

“There’s no need to wear it again, it’s just outside.” Matsuzaki removed the shirt, and Kanako’s hands were tied behind her back again, before draping the jacket over her shoulders.

“Let’s go!” Matsuzaki hugged Kanako’s shoulder and walked out of Pure Eating Tea.

It was bright outside, stinging the eyes of both of them, and it happened to be a lunch break, with the streets filled with commuters. Those who crossed their paths exchanged words and whispered, also staring at Kanako’s breasts and thighs as if they were going to lick them.

The kind of piercing stares from the people, the kind of joy that welled up deep in Kanako’s body, was completely oblivious.

Among the crowd, she did not feel beautiful and talented at the same time, and although she was deprived of shame and personality, deep down in her heart, until today, she had only spewed out the lust that had been hidden deep down in her heart in a single breath.

Loose monsters bring places, not restaurants, but movie theaters.

“Matsuzaki-san…” opened Kanako uneasily.

“This is the kind of place that is perfect for a fuck-loving courser like you to rekindle his lust.”

Matsuzaki bought a ticket and entered the theater.

(Why are they all in places like this?)

While thinking so, the guests entered the darkened pavilion one after another, and Kanako, who was topless, was, for the moment, shaking again with her emotions.

“Lonely ass, courser!”

Even though it was encased in black panties, when Matsuzaki’s hand caressed it like a kneading twist, “Ah! Ah!” With just such a sound, the pudding-like skin under the super mini skirt was shaken from side to side, back and forth.

“Class, it’s just sexy and kinky to have your hips acting like that!”

After whispering in her ear, those words made nectar erupt from Kanako’s body now!

“Requesting you! Faster!” Kanako had lost her words.

“I know, but before that, let me go to the restroom for a moment, and after that I’ll give you an unexpected thrill.”

“Please don’t leave me alone!”

“No problem, Section Chief you still have this…” said Matsuzaki, pressing the shaker.

“Oo…” rang through her head, and that sweet shock ran through Kanako’s entire body.

Matsuzaki peeked at Kanako before she stepped out of the side door, only to see her gripping the handle of the armrest and clenching her teeth in certain death.

With the unending caresses and insistent chastisements from morning until now, Kanako’s body had reached its limit. No matter how much she held back, the tube between her legs, wrapped around her plump ass, the lewdness didn’t stop, and along with the nectar that flowed out, it was accompanied by sweet sobs.

Behind the door opened and walked into a middle-aged man, Kanako was startled and slowly walked in, that guest looked at Kanako’s posture, half a day did not make a sound, just staring.

On the other side of Kanako, the college student sitting in the last column, saw the middle-aged man and noticed Kanako.

（”Mr. Jungasaki, please come back early…)

But after waiting and waiting, I didn’t see Matsuzaki come back.

At this moment, the middle-aged man, seeing the beautiful and completely naked sexy body, had an urge to lick it. The student from earlier, and the middle-aged man in front of him, also moved towards Kanako.

But what she couldn’t endure was that the sensuality of her whole body was getting stronger and stronger, and the tube between her legs was burning with the fire of her faculties. There was no way to stand up, the three guests looked at such a Kanako, and became even more interested!

The light in the movie theater was getting dimmer and dimmer, and Kanako felt ashamed, her face hidden in her wrists, her whole body burning as if she were on fire.

Kanako’s back reached out to touch those breasts.

(Don’t! Don’t!) The moment she was about to scream out, but the moment her breasts were touched by the hand, that intense pleasure made Kanako scream.

What a pleasure it is! The other guy is a pervert who doesn’t even know who he is.

Sweating from being tightly bound by the elastic band, making her skin glow, being tied up tightly with no way to resist, letting the other party rub those breasts with pleasure, that humiliation, but it made Kanako raise her heart to be abused.

The man held the breasts in one hand and pressed his fingertips against the nipples, while with the other hand he rolled up the mini-skirt and rubbed the white ass. The man’s hand gently rubbed the ass of the mature and beautiful wife, while going deeper into the legs.

“Woo! Stop it! Stop it!”

“It is useless to resist.”

“Such a fascinating ass is unbearable to look at!”

At that sound, Kanako turned around.

Iwata gave a cold smile and gripped his chest hard enough to lift it upwards.

At this moment, as if she had met a savior, she looked like she was about to cry: “Please, please save me!”

“It’s not saving you, it’s doing it, it’s the usual homework ah!”

Iwata took off his pants, and rubbed his manhood, which had become seven points hard, against Kanna-chan’s cheeks. As if her whole head was knocked into it, Kanna-chan’s pleasure was like a five-horse race. As the hardness and heat increased, Kanako whimpered and sighed, unconsciously, from the rubbing cheeks, her lips started to suck the root.

“Come on! Take a good suck towards here, a good suck!” Iwata pulled the double strip of elastic and Kanako leaned down in Iwata’s direction.

“From the bag section, ma’am!”

Immediately opening her mouth and pressing back any further, Kanako licked from the root to the pouch, using her tongue to slowly satisfy each other with caresses, licking at all angles of the pouch, and as Kanako’s tongue moved around, lust filled her body, growing stronger and stronger.

In front of the guests, Kanako gulped down that real flavor, completely oblivious to the presence of others.

Sucking on the bulge, step by step, Kanako sucked and sucked with her tongue and lips, while her other hand gently rubbed the pouch, her fingers by now becoming passionate and high.

“It’s very tiring, isn’t it! Ma’am, it’s good to end it here!” Iwata’s hand, grabbed Kanako’s hair to move her away.

“Hey! Aren’t you tired?”

“But enough of the fun already, right?”

“No! Not yet!” Not caring if there was anyone around, Kanako answered loudly.

“Do you really like oral sex that much?”

“Right! Favorite! Oral sex is my favorite!” Iwata replied like a scream, “Then, take off that skirt that’s in the way!”

The number of guests had become five without realizing it, and Kanako continued to suck. With the wild energy and lust in her body, Kanako didn’t know what to do with herself anymore, and under the gaze of everyone, the blood in her body was flowing abnormally.

The skirt came off her fingertips and, as usual, she knelt at Iwata’s feet, having done this over and over again, but the tension and the pain was the same at the moment.

Iwata’s man-root was about half a time longer than Matsuzaki’s by more than half, and with his mouth open as wide as it was, he was letting his entire face be buried in it.

The tip burned against the mucous membrane of the palate, and it was almost to the throat, and about half of the Iwata hadn’t hardened all the way yet. There was pain outside her jaws, and there was no way to hold the entire root. Kanako, eyes closed, eyebrows locked, slowly, pressed into the mouth, reached the throat, still not satisfied.

If it was an ordinary man for such a strong oral sex with tongue, the result should be soon, but Mr. Iwata, who was still as hard as steel, accepted Kanako’s caresses.

Kanako was in a trance from the bottom of her heart, today was a bit of a long time ago, when it was more than one continuous blowjob of tongue and lips.

How long has it been? What had been five guests had now become ten.

Still still, Kanako’s tongue and lips continued to slide, for the wife’s skillful tongue technique, but also the beautiful lips, deep penetration.

At this point, Kanako got tired and slowed down with her tongue, when a new faculty invaded Kanako, and although her brain was paralyzed by it, she was still very much fascinated.

Tears flowed from Kanako, the sweetness not coming from her mouth.

Her own self, with her dignified appearance and social status, had stripped herself of her own clothes in the movie theater, knelt at the hooligans’ heels, and sucked hard on her man-root in front of the crowd, as she had been commanded to do.

“Hey! Ma’am, drink properly!” As he said that, Iwata shook his waist, getting bigger and bigger.

Matching them, Kanako also used her tongue, around the entire male root. It was as if the whole huge tree, running through the whole body, made the sexy and the so-called sexy inside, rubbing the whole body.

Iwata’s man-root, hardening in his mouth, became hotter and bigger. Inside Kanako’s body, it likewise rose up in joy and exaltation.

Rhythmically rocking, after ten minutes, Kanako’s mouth was filled with mucus like warm water flowing from the tip. The semen that flowed from the throat flowed all over her body, and as if she had been hit with a warm blow, she opened her mouth, and the man-root slipped out of her mouth.

“Awesome! Ma’am, if it stays that way, you’re a pro.”

The man-root, which had slipped out of her mouth by now, was still no less hard, and it was covered in honey, which Kanako wiped with her cheeks and hugged Iwata again.

“No! No! More, I want more!”

Kanako hugged Iwata’s waist tightly and actually drank the cum that flowed all over her mouth, and Kanako got even more excited and wild instead!

“Don’t use this practice on Mr.!”

“Eh?” Kanako looked up in surprise.

“Kanako! It’s fun, isn’t it?”

Matsuzaki showed up and acted like a couple in front of the crowd.

“Come on! Stand up, a blowjob doesn’t satisfy you anymore does it?”

Turning Kanako towards the guests, Iwata and Matsuzaki pulled the elastic band outward. Wearing high-heeled shoes, Kanako, white and naked all over, those plump bosoms, the guests, all stared dumbfounded.

Then the black panties that had been on since morning were removed.

“Ya!” There was still a remnant of shame, and when she was stripped, there was no resistance at all, as the two men combined their efforts to strip her down.

Guests eyed the panties that came off the slender legs with huge tubes attached.

“Sex pervert!” “Nymphomaniac!” The whispered to himself.

“Being so hairy, as a wife, don’t you feel ashamed?” Matsuzaki said as he ran his hands over the breasts, rubbing and kneading them.

“Yikes!” A vivid liking, accompanied by unbearable shame.

But the deeper the shame, the deeper and more powerful the liking caused by the shame!

“Let’s take a look at her body!”

“Yikes! Stop it!”

“Just being looked at makes you wet like this, and you’ve been waiting to be touched for a long time, haven’t you! Then please come and help a little.”

Matsuzaki squeezed her and moved Kanako towards the guests.

Locking her eyebrows, Kanako’s blood had spewed out all over her body now that she was being watched with devouring eyes.

“Please! Please touch me!” A shaky voice, but clear.

But the men, facing the pressure of Kanako’s beauty coming from her, were unable to make a move. The plumpness of the chest and buttocks alone could not be said to be sexy, while the arms and legs were slender, and the hands and feet were proper and dignified, together with the soft hair, one-third of the face was blocked, but it showed a first-class elegance and charisma.

“Please don’t mention it, this lady is a beauty but if you pay attention, you’ll know she’s horny and you won’t know it if you don’t try.” Iwata stated more clearly, urging the group again.

“Hi! Hi! Is this the way? Then I’ll be polite!” The middle-aged man looked at Kanako’s expression and, without fear, pushed his finger deeper into the tip.

“Yikes! Yikes!” Letting a stranger touch her flowery lips in front of people, Kanako hid her face with her hands, but under the man’s touch, Kanako’s passionate lust rose within her.

The man touched such a beautiful young wife and only kept thrusting into those depths.

Fingers stroked without scruple, making the shame, which could not be held back, burn.

Then the hands of the other guests, one by one, touched Kanako’s body.

One man groped both round asses and ran his fingers along the strands, inserting them into the wet little flowers, while the other went along with the bush to pick the clitoris.

It was a much more pleasant faculty than it had been then on the tram this morning, and though I wanted to resist, none of the shame was there any more, and it had disappeared altogether!

Also, other hands only rubbed gently on a single breast, while other hands rubbed forcefully.

These different men’s hands, though just fingers, were different, and Kanako’s abused heart burned.

While everyone showed a bitter expression, Kanako dripped nectar and softly sobbed lowly without stopping, her whole body had irregular trembling and leaking flow.

In terms of sensation, Kanako had already felt orgasm many times, only these two months, unbelievably, like a flower in full bloom, into a hot body, born so far for the first time to feel lust.

Matsuzaki attacked Kanako’s ass like falling thunder.

The rising sound was like a torrent running, and Kanako also had a sudden strong spasm all over her body, and her soul fell into a hellish climax with her.

Chapter 4: The Fiery Cross

Living in a spacious home, Kanako finished dinner and was organizing.

It had been a week since the movie theater on that magic-like day.

Tomorrow evening, Mr. will return from his business trip abroad, and the period of indenture with the Matsuzakis is over, and he is now in a very cheerful and comfortable mood.

After the movie theater, Kanako was very tired both physically and mentally.

On occasions when Kanako’s friends are not present, Kanako is Matsuzaki’s wife-slave and Iwata’s maid.

“Show your ass, Kanako.”

This ordered thing, in the office, on the trolley, rolling up your skirt and exposing your ass.

“Show both breasts!”

If that’s the case, take your shirt off even in the usual daytime cafes.

In addition every night when you take a bath, you have to do the same service as the woman in the triple warmer. Washing the chairs, washing the mats, both hands and feet, starting from the fingers to the hole of the anus were licked.

But the worrying thing was that amongst Kanako’s body, the fondness of being abused didn’t just stop at the time of shame, the kind of wetness that oozed out from between her femurs whenever her ass was touched.

The closer they got to the day of Mr.’s return, the more the Matsuzaki’s rebukes became more severe, and the more Kanako’s body became ripe for the picking.

The bell in the foyer rang, having just taken a shower and trying to get to bed.

Walking to the foyer and looking out through the small hole in the door, Kanako’s expression stunned. Until now, Matsuzaki and Iwata had never been to Kanako’s house.

After opening the door.

“Yikes! Kanako, we’re here!” Matsuzaki exclaimed jokingly.

“That’s not good, is it? Come to my house!”

“What are you talking about? Ma’am, we don’t want to do that either, we know what you’re thinking when we look at those lustful eyes!”

Iwata began licking the nape of Kanako’s neck.

“Please wait, I’ll be out as soon as I’m ready!”

“There’s no need for that, don’t want to have a farewell party with the courser tonight. The courser, before meeting with the gentleman, would love to get this guy out of the way!”

Matsuzaki pulled out the key to the chastity belt.

“I know!”

If the noise continues, the neighbors will know.

Taking out her slippers, she walked to the sitting room and rolled her skirt up towards the top of her hips. Worn at home, it was certainly not a mini-skirt, but a pleated maxi-skirt.

“Yikes!”

Unable to brush off Matsuzaki’s hand, Kanako walked to the living room, feeling that there was no way to repress the shame of doing this in her own home.

“It’s still the class president who has the best ass, and with a chastity belt like that, such a proper ass, you don’t get it anywhere else.”

Walking to the dining room, Iwata took a chair and sat down.

“Ma’am, is there anything to drink?”

Kanako nodded and opened the fridge, Kanako didn’t drink it herself but it was often kept in the fridge for when her father-in-law and mother-in-law came over to play.

Open the cap and pour it into the glass in Iwata’s hand.

“I’m really sorry to have such a beauty as your wife pouring wine, it must taste incredible to drink!”

As she spoke, she ran her hand over the hem of her skirt, from her thighs up the chastity belt.

“Yikes!” A moment that knocked over the beer.

“Sorry!” Kanako wiped the table with a rag.

Seeing the tense, graceful flanks, Iwata stroked the fleshy buttocks and poured more wine to Matsuzaki: “It’s been a long time since I’ve had this kind of good wine!”

“We’ll drink another bottle and then get down to business!” Said Kanako to Kanako who was stepping towards the refrigerator.

“Wait.” Iwata, who stood up, was in front of Kanako no Kane no Knees.

“There’s a little atmosphere of wifely tenderness!” As he said that, he took off the buttons of the pleated skirt and pulled the zipper down.

“Ah!” Kanako reflexively flexed her body and wrapped both hands around her forehead.

Matsuzaki whistled.

Legs like those of a Western European model, no stockings to adorn them, knees tightened in shame, only a faint gasp.

Iwata, who stripped off his skirt, said, “Hey! Wine, ma’am! Sake! And make something to drink.”

So Kanako, fully nude and in a shameful position, pours wine to Iwata and Matsuzaki, locking her chastity belt around her buttocks as if it were her own peach.

“It’s unbelievable, I can’t get enough of looking at and touching the class president’s ass every day.”

“Finished your drink? Okay! Let’s begin!”

After speaking, he led Kanako into the dormitory.

Two single beds in the room, still swirling with the newlywed atmosphere.

“Come on! Take off the rest of your clothes!”

Iwata, who had placed bags on the bed, took out the props and lined them up.

“What’s the matter, you don’t know how to take it off yourself? I’ll take it off for you.”

Matsuzaki, a bit tipsy, extended his hand as well.

Kanako took a step back : “No need, it’s better if I take off my clothes myself.”

A very spirited voice removed the white t-shirt itself. After the bra came off, it hid the bosom.

“Hands behind your back!”

As he spoke, he very roughly tied up Kanako’s wrists and tightly wrapped the rope around them twice.

“Lie down on the bed.”

Matsuzaki pushed Kanako onto the bed.

Removing the chastity belt, she tied Kanako’s feet properly from her ankles, folding her body in two.

(What is this trying to do when you make it look like this?) Looking at Iwata, uneasiness showed on his face.

Iwata, who had finished his preparations, turned in Matsuzaki’s direction, “How’s it going? Is it done?”

Nodding, Matsuzaki pressed down towards Kanako’s shoulders.

“Ah!” Called out when it was too late!

Kanako’s body lay on her back and turned on the bed, and of course her bound lower limbs, those plump thighs were boldly spread at a wide angle, and at the top of the bush that was of course the new sensual sex tape that had been developed, as well as the little clitoris, were all there for the dang to see.

“Don’t! Don’t! Please don’t!” Kanako’s sensible beauty turned red and her hair was messed up.

“It’s not like you’re a virgin to be yelling so much, tonight is your favorite night in class.”

One hand touched at the Matsuzaki of his thigh and loosened the plastic peg. It’s more appropriate to say it’s a peg, rather than a big thick male root.

“We’re not going to rub lotion in today, I’m going to use my saliva to do it for you.”

After speaking, Matsuzaki moved towards the root of his thighs, put his head in, made a sound and kissed the bush that was wet with saliva, and then touched it with his fingers.

“Ah! Ahh! Stop it!” Screaming like a demon, Kanako’s body trembled.

At this time, Kanako had some slightly prickly sensations there, and although the garden was moistened, a different kind of light and heat was burning in her body.

“Hey! Does this look good to you?”

“Then it was ordered especially for Mrs.!”

“It’s so thick and long, it shouldn’t matter when you use it!”

“Just leave it to us, don’t worry!”

Side by side, the twenty-centimeter-long tube, centimeter by centimeter, reached in.

“Don’t move!” Iwata ordered in a sharp voice, “I don’t care if you get hurt!”

Kanako’s whole body stopped and waited silently.

“Ma’am, it’s been a long time since I’ve had a bowel cleansing, so look forward to it!”

As the warm potion flowed into that bowel, the sensation resolved all the tension in the body.

“How! A long lost feeling.”

The glass bottle held two hundred and fifty cc’s of potion, and Iwata looked at Kanako’s face.

“So sad, will you open the rope earlier?” Hiding the lycanthropy, Kanako’s voice shrieked spasmodically.

Looking back now, the horror and anticipation, with the constant angst of the cut.

“Hey! ! It’s just the beginning, don’t keep yelling and screaming!”

Ignoring all of Kanako’s screams, he resumed his enema.

Filled with five hundred cc’s of water, removed by half.

“Ma’am, take a break, there’s still half left!”

“If we’re going to do a bowel cleansing, can we do it all at once?”

“Good! We know, ma’am, that you’re fond of colonics, and if you pour it too fast and reverse the flow, it’s rather bad.” Iwata gave the tube a little shake and pressed it into that petal.

“Ah! Ahh! So cozy!” The bounce in that belly caused pleasure between the legs.

“You’re a lucky man, courser, to have two of our hands to comfort you in the absence of the gentleman!”

Matsuzaki, who was on the bed, went to work rubbing his palms against the tightly bound breasts.

“How! Don’t you want to? If you ask, I will suck your nipples as usual.”

Totally identical to a virgin, pale-colored young nipples, turning them with her fingers and sucking on them with her mouth.

“AH…” Kanako cried as she was subjected to the feelings of quick beauty, unimaginable to her.

Kanako whimpered at the defilement of a deep frown, and for those lips, Matsuzaki had pressed up in fascination.

“Eh!”

Kissing and re-cleansing at the same time.

The glass bottle in Iwata’s hand flowed into that water, high and low.

This time Kanako made a high pitched sound and let out a moan.

“Yikes! Can’t take it anymore!” Pale on her beauty, she screamed out her grief in sweat like a soundtrack to a scene.

In fact, the agony of such a cleansing gasped at the side, the flesh of a mature wife, sucked by the lips, rubbing the breasts, moving at the side, unimaginable pleasure, burning, burning!

“Please, I want to go to the bathroom, I can’t hold it anymore!”

It had been filled with about a thousand cc’s or so of fluid, and a strange fire and arousal assaulted it.

“It’s still early! Mrs.! It’s been a month since I’ve had a bowel cleansing, wouldn’t it be a shame if I didn’t have some fun?”

After speaking, he switched the switch in his hand and the liquid like hot water entered the narrow part of the flower. Then Matsuzaki licked his breasts and rubbed his nipples with both hands again as the tube pumped there again.

The whole body had become all scattered with that panic-inducing pleasure, and Kanako growled like a wild animal. The tingling sensation, the fast-melting pleasure, the pleasure that was like a journey to hell.

Kanako’s greenish face looked at Iwata, who had brought the tube’s rhythm to a halt.

Matsuzaki untied the ropes from Kanako’s ankles, and Iwata, who would be back in a moment, placed newspapers on the carpet and took the washbasin out of the bathroom, placing the washbasin on top of the newspapers.

Getting the yellow container of the plastic bag, Matsuzaki interjected, “It’s been a month since I’ve made it, and with such a small pot, it would hurt if it flowed out.”

Iwata placed his hand on the shoulder of the beautiful section chief who was lying on the bed, sweating and shaking all over.

“Get on it yourself! Or do you a favor?”

The upper body stood up, but there was no way to stand up straight before they hugged it like a child peeing, with both knees bent backward, and just carried it to the face washer.

“Well, it’s time to relax!”

The lining of her intestines had a strange sensation, and Kanako moaned, but there was still that tube in that petal.

Previously, in the company, it was not a question of the amount of excretion, but a strong continuous attack, a spasm of the whole body of winks, this noble and beautiful human wife, starting at the root of those ripe and plump thighs, one after another thick and large fruit flowed down.

At this time, Matsuzaki pressed the fastest button, and while Kanako was defecating, the dizzying joy rose to the highest level. Kanako’s body was abused in these two ways, but Kanako, who had already been seduced, only shook her head violently.

Finally, stopping the bowel movement and waiting around, Iwata prepared to pick it up.

“Ah! Wait, it’s not over yet!”

Before speaking, another seizure occurred, and the fruit fell back onto the hill of the washer. Another and another wave of defecation followed, and tears flowed from Kanako’s tightly closed eyes.

Matsuzaki pressed the button on the tube to the strongest part and looked at Kanako’s beautiful face that was leaking red.

“It’s the first time we’ve seen such a beautiful woman as the head of the class, and even I can’t stand it, so I’m sure Mr. Hainatsu must be thinking the same thing when he sees the current head of the class.”

As he spoke, his hand reached over and gripped the tube directly, pumping it back and forth.

“Ah! Don’t be so, please spare me! Mr. Matsuzaki!” The defiant voice screamed.

The duo untied their behinds and collapsed on the bed, Matsuzaki using an anal dilator to tone it. The feeling of cold metal made Kanako make a twitching sound.

“Don’t! Don’t! What are you doing?”

“How has Mistress’s bush turned out after being conditioned? Let me check.”

After speaking, Iwata held the expander like a duck’s beak and held it open bit by bit.

“Ugh! That hurts! It hurts!” Kanako was made to grieve, and Kanako’s wildly disheveled hair scattered all over her face.

“Ma’am, we think your color is good, it’s wide enough and soft enough, fantastic!”

Matsuzaki’s eyes flashed strangely as he looked inside the anal dilator.

“Pervert!”

Swallowing his own saliva, Matsuzaki watched the body of the beauty’s section chief, holding the spreader and shaking it from side to side with self-congratulatory pleasure.

“The courser really is a beauty, even the ass of the ass, so beautiful, so so, how do you feel?”

“Yikes! Yikes! It hurts! Please spare me! Please, don’t do that again!”

(It’s over. I’m no longer qualified to be a human wife.) Under a sense of shame and humiliation, Kanako thought so.

Like a person who grew up in hell and was liberated from the rope hanging down from the mouth of the well, grasping the thread with her fingertips, Kanako’s limbs, had that beautiful posture. Kana-chan whose limit of physical strength and prana were to the end, her fingertips didn’t catch anything.

“Class president, it’s still early for bedtime!”

Matsuzaki stroked Kanako’s chin and took a sip of his whiskey from the table next to the bed.

“Here a give you a sip!” After saying that, he moved the sip of wine he had in his mouth to Kanako’s mouth and looked deeply into the unchanging deep eyes.

“What else is coming?”

“Of course it’s eagerly awaited, this is the last of it, will you regret being a woman, courser?”

“Um… why then… why are you abusing me like this…” Imagine lowering your eyes and shedding tears.

“These are all attracted by the fact that you’re so beautiful looking, class president, and you have a classy person!”

After saying that, he pressed both hands on Kanako’s cheeks and savagely pressed his lips against hers.

The desire to moan or resist was gone, and her lips and tongue were sucked by Matsuzaki. There were traces of the rope tie between her breasts, and Matsuzaki rubbed them with her hands, sucking on her nipples with her tongue and lips until they hardened and became engorged with blood.

“Now, ma’am, it’s time to try out why you’ve been conditioned so far today!”

Iwata surrounded Kanako’s back with his hands and caressed the plump buttocks as if they were on an egg boiled in water.

“Ah! Ah!” That pleasure alone assaulted Kanako, unable to imagine how lonely those buttocks were.

Iwata’s fingers, along the depths of the split, unconsciously, the beautiful legs also open, Iwata gently rubbed the clitoris with his fingers, and all of a sudden his whole body became hot.

“Ah! Anymore please let me enjoy it!” Beauty flushed red and began to shake her waist up herself.

“Yikes! Ma’am, with a wonderful voice, cry to the gentleman across the river!”

Iwata said and picked up Kanako by both feet. Matsuzaki, who was already completely naked at that moment, aimed the already-angled object in his hand, with the tip, at Kannako’s lower abdomen.

“Okay?”

“Just come down slowly like this.”

Iwata sat Kanako down little by little, slowly, aligned Matsuzaki’s man-root, inserted into the petals that had overflowed with nectar, Matsuzaki, with a single foot, started the rhythm, Kanako was emitting the scent of a wife from her whole body.

“Yikes! Yeah! Mr. Matsuzaki, am I… am I weird?”

Leaky flow of passionate gasping officialdom, slowly reaching climax, the sense of rhythm also faster and faster Matsuzaki.

“Are you cool? Lesson leader! Oi! How does it feel?” The remaining hand rubbed and shook the nipple.

“Grace! So cool! Like so start. Ah! How will we turn out?”

“I feel honored that the class president accepted it so pleasantly!”

“Ah! I can’t, I have to… I have to…”

As Matsuzaki’s lips approached, Kanako had opened her own wide and pressed them down, greedily wrapping her tongue around the other’s.

Ah! What I want to do once again is, once again the rhythm, at the same time from behind, Iwata rubbed my back with his hand, and his big thumb inserted again at my clitoris. That technique of tweaking the clitoris, not only rubbing it with the fingertips, but starting from the perimeter, towards the center with several fingertips, suddenly strong and weak, gently pumping, that fascinating mucus, gradually squirting out.

With those movements alone, Kanako’s entire body was marred with flesh and bone.

But the real climactic drama comes later!

Iwata’s hand, grabbed and hugged those legs, as if something hot and soft, pressed into the vagina.

What it was, Kanako had no idea, but the sensation of getting harder and bigger was inserted into the hole, and for a moment, as if drenched in cold water, both were stunned.

(So! Something so thick…) began to wail!

Ah! After two months of conditioning, Kanako’s vagina, which had such amazing stretching ability, swallowed that huge Iwata thing.

“It’s marvelous, the wife’s cunt is so tight!”

While saying that, Iwaharu and Matsuzaki started to work together, when the rhythm started, holding both legs upwards, Kanako was completely floating. The vagina that felt uncomfortable at the beginning, repeatedly felt space in the rhythm, and it was an indescribable pleasure, the pleasure that was so strong that the prudence and reserve of being a wife in Kanako’s body had been invested beyond the soul of that person at this moment.

(I don’t want to do anything anymore. I just want to keep going like this…)

So in the back and forth between the two, entrusting their bodies to them, roaring with joy.

“There’s no way to endure it anymore!” Screaming at the same time, Kanako’s physical body had gone to a certain place in heaven, while that soul had gone to a certain place in hell to fall there.

┅┅

After getting off work and picking up a few things at a store near her home, Kanako returned home.

It’s the fourth day today that Mr. Tadanori has been back.

The Matsuzaki’s, as promised, had not dared to lay a finger on Kanako since the last night, and as Kanako retired the next day, they had not appeared in Kanako’s presence again.

After three months of nightmares, there is something completely unbelievable about finally returning to your old life.

To Tadamasa, I said that it’s the physical period now, so I haven’t even touched it yet. But there’s no way to ever leave Mr. Close, and at that point, if I’m all different.

(If it’s still run like the old couple…) Desperate, Kanako thought that there was only one way out.

At the foyer, closing the door behind her, Kanako was startled! Mister’s shoes were very messily thrown on the floor, and there was no way Mister would normally arrive home before herself.

Put your purchases in the kitchen and walk to the living room.

“Kanako, come here for a second!” Tadamasa, who had already pulled his tie loose and was wearing a shirt, called out as he stood in the middle of the stairs.

“You’re back?” Bright voice, walking up to the second floor.

Walking into the study, the gentleman’s greening face made it clear that something must be wrong.

“Sit over there!”

Kanako sat on the couch.

Standing by the window, Tadamasa poured a glass of wine and drank it in one gulp.

“There was actually a man that called the office today and said he had something very important to discuss and would like to meet.”

When he said that, Tadamasa’s tone became heavier.

Kanako also pressed, “So what was said, what was said?”

Tadamasa lifted his head for the first time and gave Kanako a look with almost desperate eyes.

“This!” Extended the remote button on the VCR.

Suddenly at the image of the TV set, Kanako’s expression froze!

The scene shows a tattooed man and a young woman washing a mat being performed.

“The caller was this Iwata on the screen, and the man said: the woman on the screen is you, and I told him no, and the guy told me to come back and ask you again. Why, Kanako, that woman isn’t you, is it? Tell me it’s not you!”

Incredible anger surged into Kanako’s heart, but it was too late, even anger couldn’t undo anything.

“No!” Finally Kanako answered.

Tadamasa, who finished the wine in his hand, said, “I want to hear about it, won’t you tell me?”

“Eh!” Kanako spoke slowly, but no amount of talking could change the fact that the image was all but powerless.

“Here’s the thing, I have to abide by what they say up until the night before you go back home, and that’s all there is to it.

I’ll accept any punishment you want, and if it comes to a divorce, I’ve had only that alone to pay for my wrongdoing.”

“No way! No divorce!” Tadamasa, who had turned the VCR off, finished speaking and knelt down from Kanako’s front.

“I love you so much to get married, and if there is such a thing as using divorce, it’s not that simple to decide.”

“But you’re not going to forgive me, are you?”

“I don’t know, try to look at it, with time it will all wash out, Iwata is ready to sell us that tape it’s going to be a pain in the ass by then.”

“What will become of it?”

“Don’t worry, talk it over with your lawyer friend and let me handle this, okay? It won’t ruin our lives.”

“I’m sorry! Honey!”

“The two will be dealt with afterward.”

┅┅

Got a call at work from Mr.

“All settled!”

“I’m sorry!”

This month, Tadamasa dealt with the Iwatas and ran around for days. Tadamasa gave a lot of thought to the matter and agreed to the Iwatas’ request.

“Sorry, about two-thirds of the property went to them!”

“That’s okay, thank you very much!”

“From now on, it’s just the two of us, and there’s no longer anything to be afraid of. Kanako, let’s eat out tonight, there’s something I need to ask of you!”

“Yes!”

“I love you!”

Kanako paused.

“Thanks!”

Finish speaking and put the phone down.

Several times this month, Kanako wanted to sleep with Tadamasa, but Tadamasa refused.

The reason is known, during these three months, his own wife meets with other men every day, sees that repulsive Iwata, and when he sees Kanayo’s body, the face of that man floats up, so that there’s no way to come to the matter of husband and wife.

After dinner, Tadamasa took out a letter and put it on the table.

‘Divorce agreement’ was written in such a way that Kanako’s cheeks hardened, and immediately her mind was tied up, and what kind of situation she encountered again, Tadamasa demanded a form of repayment, and must have treated it with the same decision as in the beginning.

“Can you press the seal?”

“Eh!”

“Just one more time before the divorce, one more time with me.”

“What?”

“Not as a wife, but as a slave.”

Tadamasa took out another letter.

After the ‘slave agreement’ was read, Kanako looked at Tadamasa.

“It may seem incredible to you, but there is no other way that I can continue to love you, and of course you don’t need to sign right now, but try it tonight, and if it’s good, sign it again!”

Tadamasa’s thoughts were very clear to Kanako. Love with the heart, but love with the body was out of the question!

“As I said before, I will do as you wish, and this is my repayment.”

Kanako signed both letters.

“Wash your body and put this on.” Tadamasa held out a tight black dress to her.

┅┅

In a hotel in Roppongi.

From the time of marriage, with Mr. is not into the hotel, and this kind of hotel with sex games is also the first time.

Shower and put on black panties.

“Come here, Kanako!” Tadamasa, wearing a pair of panties, sat on a wall-to-wall couch with a skeleton adorning the back wall and beckoned with his hand.

Kanako stood in front of Tadamasa in high heels, reflecting her beautiful face. Mature and well developed waist and lower abdomen with leather buttons clasping it, and a glow-in-the-dark bra that held up the plump breasts, making that shape stand out even more.

“So beautiful, Kanako, from today you are no longer my wife, but my sex slave!”

“Yes, dear!”

After speaking, Tadamasa took out the leather whip used for horseback riding and struck it. When it hit Kanako’s plump thighs, Kanako straightened her back and let out a small sob.

“You are no longer my wife, address me as Master!”

“Aye! Aye! Master!” Kanako’s cheeks hardened and she used a warbling voice, as nervous as if she was welcoming her first night.

“Kneel down and hold out your hands!”

“Yes!”

Kneeling down, he held out his hands and put locks on his wrists.

“This one, buckle yourself in the leg!”

There was also an ankle cuff, and Kanako snapped on her own feet.

Then the lock on his neck, snapped in place and then Tadamasa stood up.

“Okay! Come!”

Pull the cuffs on by hand.

“Woo…”

Face looking around, Kanako trailed after Tadamasa with four cuff rings on the bed.

The locks on her hands and feet made a grinding sound on the floor, hating but understanding that she was put in that position, but a sultry, sweet excitement lifted up inside Kanako again.

Walk to the center of the room, where the ceiling’s pulley dangles down to the refining bar, and lock both hands to that refining bar, and be hung like this.

Looking at the beauty of Kanako’s curves, Tadamasa, who was circling around, said, “In the past three months, her body has become very flattering!”

Kanako lowered her eyebrows and clenched her teeth, terrified, at the very words that Tadamasa had been thinking in her heart, but couldn’t get out of her mouth, up until now, at this point.

“A call girl shouldn’t have such a caressing body, she should already need a man! You can’t hold back any longer, can you?”

Tadashi digs the cream out of the bottle and applies it to her breasts. Turning to his back, he removes his tight panties and then applies it all over his ass.

“Hey! This is your favorite!” Tadamasa held the motorized tube in his hand and inserted the hanging Kanako, from her crotch up into that private part.

Despite the three-month thing, Tadamasa knew best about Kanako’s sexy belt.

End right, start left, Tadamasa skillfully maneuvered.

“Woo…” the end of the tube caused Kanako’s body to bounce and her voice to rise.

Sir’s skill with the tube accelerated, and the cream, previously applied, soaked into the body, sweetening, tickling, and causing pain in the two most sensitive erogenous zones.

But it’s only been a month, and Kanako feels as if she’s already distant from sex.

The tube went from the lower abdomen all the way towards that lacy tip. Although I hated it, anticipation burned in my body and unconsciously bulged out centered on my waist.

But Tadamasa slid his inner thighs toward the roots and instead toward the separation of his buttocks.

“Nn!” The long awaited caresses against her ass gradually made Kanako’s ass quiver and her whole body burned at once.

“They did the same to you, didn’t they? Gladly!” The tip of the tube, pressed into that cunt again.

With a sense of shame, Kanako shook again at the sensation.

Then the tube rubbed gently in the middle of that.

“Ah! Ah!” The nectar had been unstoppably flowing all the way out, and Kanako pressed her lower limbs open.

“Already wet like this, Kanako, when did you become like this?”

“Eh! …” Kanako’s face turned red, but the part of her body that was inserted into her body emitted a strong feeling of pleasure and beauty.

Tadamasa held the tube as Kanako let out a sweet sob.

“That’s your favorite.”

Take out the tight black panties with a penis that you used to wear every day and put them on.

“Perfect for a dog-cat slave like you to wear all tonight.”

After speaking, press the button on the remote control.

“Ah! Ah!” Kanako looked up at the ceiling, exhibiting a beautiful white naked body.

A month in, Kanako realized to herself that her own lust this instant must have burned if a little fire.

“Stop it, please spare me!” Beautiful hair was all messed up, crying like a toddler.

“Your true nature is running out, isn’t it! Kanako has more favorites!”

Grabbed the whip and spanked that round ass from side to side.

Standing behind Kanako during the beatings, while hitting Kanako, he made Kanako suffer that pain while he himself reveled in the inexplicable pleasure.

To pay back that shame in Mr. Mental, in the midst of the swing, Kanako herself felt deeply that she was a dog-slave.

“Hit me! Hit me! Please master, hit me, I’m the slutty wife who betrayed you!” Kanako’s emotions spread terror throughout her body, screaming in a high pitched voice.

Suddenly stopping and thinking!

“Kanako!” Tadamasa hugged Kanako from behind.

Starting from the neck to the ears, sucking very attentively, hugging the beautifully shaped breasts, rubbing them upwards, then removing those black panties.

At this time, Zhongzheng, also took off that underwear, and that thing between his femurs, was already standing up.

“Honey!” Kanako let out a sound of unimagined pleasure.

“You are my slave tonight and you will be my slave from now on, permanently.”

“Yes… Master!”

From behind, Tadamasa, holding Kanako’s hips, thrusts in one breath.

There were a few ascents, a few caps no longer known, burning lust that flowed out along with tears of joy from Kanako.

This pleasure is also produced with Matsuzaki and Iwata.

No one has ever been able to pleasure their own body, whether from the front, or the back, as much as their favorite man, so much more.

It finally erupted, the hugging Tadamasa, exploding behind his rounded wife.

“Aww! Woo!”

Completely as if she didn’t know that her body didn’t know there, sprayed with a sweet rush, Kanako’s beastly moan was that she had reached her climax.

┅┅

“Kanako, come in!” Yuki was already calling from the bathroom while she was undressing in the stripping arena.

Kanako quickly stood up and walked over to Yuki, who was already sitting on a long chair in the wide bathroom, and knelt in front of her.

“What can I do for you? Ma’am.”

“Why are you so slow!” Slapped Kanako twice with her hand, causing her eyes to spark.

“I’m sorry!” Kanako clasped her hands together and lowered her head deeply.

On that head, Yuki pressed with both hands.

┅┅

It’s been two months since Kanako became Tadamasa’s slave.

Excellent supervisor at work, but steps into the home and lives a life of total slavery. Still wearing those black panties, hands and feet tied with handcuffs and ankle cuffs.

Not a sex slave to Tadamasa, and when it’s over she’s not allowed to sleep in the same room, but in a steel cage that Tadamasa bought back.

But Kanako would not be displeased; this situation was even worse before the business trip, and every night Kanako was called into her room and abused with all kinds of new props.

After a month, Tadamasa brought back a female companion.

Kanako, who was wearing only a pair of panties, was frozen.

“Let me introduce, this is my slave, Kanako; and this is my fiancée, Yuki!”

Kanako thought there was something wrong with his ears.

“What are you doing! Can’t you say hello?”

“Yeah! Aye! Aye! First time, my name is Kanako!” After speaking, she lowered her head.

“Remember, Yuki is your Mistress and you must be sincere with her.”

“Yes!”

“Answer properly, Kanako!” Tadamasa scolded harshly.

Kanako looked at Yuki and held both hands in each other’s.

“More please!”

Maybe early twenties, very tall like a fashion model.

Yuki, who sneered at Kanako and looked downward, said, “Really, it’s just like you said.”

“That’s for sure, if you haven’t made it clear to the person you’re marrying, you won’t be able to use the slave in the future!”

After saying that, he took Yuki’s hand by the wrist and told Kanako to lead the way.

The most humiliating part was being called to the dormitory that night.

Tadamasa and Yuki were lying on the double bed, and Tadamasa flicked the switch. Already accustomed to that feeling, in front of the woman they were meeting for the first time, the defilement became flat with the usual.

When Tadamasa and Yuki are having sex, Kanako is also in the middle of that occasion and must watch it properly.

“Show that slave!” Yuki protested so at first.

“She was told to look because she was a slave.”

Tadamasa said as he caressed and began to moan as Yuki and Tadamasa, instead, burned more abnormally with Kanako present.

After Tadamasa ejaculated, he told Kanako to look at his own cum and Yuki’s nectar, and told her to lick it off with her tongue, and then ordered Kanako to lick the sticky stuff between Yuki’s legs.

“Spare me!”

“Lick it! Slave!”

The one who couldn’t stand it and hit Kanako was actually Yuki.

Kanako closed her lips tightly and buried herself between her knees.

Though Kanako refuses, Yuki stomps on her, and Kanako falls to the floor as if Yuki is stepping on a horse.

“Too capricious!” He said, striking both cheeks five and ten times before grabbing his hair and snapping it against the floor. Standing up, she was struck from the back of the head with a whip, the excruciating pain coupled with a sad whimpering Kanako fell to the carpet.

Tadashi was watching the scene with his glass of wine.

Finally Kanako stopped crying and Yuki, who had dropped the whip, crossed to Kanako’s face.

“Lick it!”

The lips of the flower that were wet by Tadamasa, Kanako wiped them with her mouth.

Yuki started the next day and soon treated Kanako as a slave, more over than Tadamasa. Whenever she called Kannako over, she coated the tube with red pepper and told her to wear it again.

When Kanako retired from the insurance company.

“Slaves are of course always to be next to their masters.”

Yuki is very confident in her beauty, but compared to Kanako, although taller and younger, her breasts and buttocks are not as voluptuous as Kanako’s, and these two points are Kanako’s victory.

With her mature curves, Yuki’s jealousy was like a trigger whenever she thought of or saw Kanako’s body.

Men, of course, love this kind of body. White skin, covered with fat, shining sensual beauty, and very average beauty all over. Combined with a dignified face, a good temperament, and the bearing of a young wife who has been brought up in a good home, one can feel that kind of beauty.

Even though it was like that, no matter how much he abused slave Kanako, he couldn’t stand just seeing Kanako.

“Yesterday, after I had intercourse with the gentleman, what did you do to help the master?”

“Clean it with your tongue!”

Yuki jumped up: “It’s not just that! You want to use oral sex, right? You like your master’s dick and want to tease it with your demon tongue, right?”

“No, I didn’t prepare for that!”

“Shut up, slave girl, don’t be capricious!”

Another slap in the face.

“For your information, legally, Chung-jung is mine, and that root of his belongs to me, too, mind you!”

“Aye! Mistress!” Nodded her head: “Pardon me!”

“Aye! YES! Say yes and don’t think I’ll forgive you!”

“None of that.”

“Grace! Tonight, Tadamasa has entertained guests to his home and is going to let you entertain them and let you be executed like a slave, how about that! Happy?”

“Yes!”

“Why get so upset with that kind of answer!”

After an hour, Kanako had washed Yuki’s body.

“Hey! Will you be thirsty?”

Yuki, who got out of the bathtub, filled the leftover water in the bathtub with a face washer.

“Drink! Drink it all, with the sweat of the mistress.”

“Aye! Mistress!” Forced to drink, Kanako squeezed her eyes shut and gulped down the bath water in one big gulp.

“How! Is it good? It’s got my pee in it!”

“Eh!” There was a feeling of wanting to throw up.

“What’s wrong, it doesn’t taste good?”

Yuki hit Kanako again.

“Ah! Very tasty!”

“Really?”

“Yes…”

“Another drink then!”

“Aye! Mistress!”

“Please!”

The face washer was filled with water and Kanako drank it dry again.

“It’s delicious! Thanks!” Kneeling at Yuki’s feet, his hands merged and his forehead snapped to the floor tiles in thanks.

“That! Another drink!”

“Aye! Aye! Mistress!”

Yuki pulled Kanako towards Tadamasa’s newly made playroom.

Entering the room, Kanako froze!

On the couch sat Tadamasa and three others, none of whom he recognized. However, they were people Tadamasa had dealings with at work.

Those guests watched intently as they saw Yuki bring Kanako.

Yuki, dressed in Chinese style clothes, said, “Hey! Slave girl, say hello to the guest!”

“Yes!”

“Guys, it’s a pleasure to come and play today, I’m a slave, so please be kind, my name is Kanako!”

“Put your head down a little!”

Yuki doesn’t take it well at all, hitting Kanako over the head with her heels, completely crushing the head to the floor.

Kanako poured wine in her guest’s glass.

The more she changed, the more elegant Kanako’s beautiful body and face touched the hearts of the guests.

“What do you think, gentlemen? This slave!”

Tadamasa held Kanako’s breasts: “Are you surprised? Mr. Asahara, you didn’t expect such a great woman, did you?” He said to the man wearing sunglasses, who was about 50 years old.

“It’s the first time, I’ve seen such a beautiful slave!”

The next to speak was the youngest man, actually hiding excitement in his speech.

The one sitting between those two, the one with lighter skin, would hold his cup and look at Kanako’s body.

“I’m relieved if you all like it, in fact this slave, who a while ago was the head of the class in the star insurance, is not only good looking, pretty, and has a good head on her shoulders, but she’s also better at her job than the men.”

“Really?”

The men nodded their heads, and the fire of lust flared up again.

Tadamasa noticed Kanako rubbing her thighs together.

“You want to go to the restroom right?” Yuki interjected.

“Just now, drink my bath water, five cups!”

“That way! Kanako!”

“Aye! I’m sorry! Master!” Kanako locked her eyebrows and kept her legs shaking.

“Don’t be sorry, we’d like to see how the Beauty Section Chief goes to the bathroom!”

“Okay! That’s it!”

“Ah! Whatever the master wants, this don’t!”

Kanako’s certain death plea that the other party, besides Tadamasa, also had Yuki, and that it was shameful to pee before a guest you were meeting for the first time.

“As a slave, don’t talk!”

From the ceiling locked hands of pendants, but it was already the limit of urination.

“Still can’t pee and bring out the bathroom water.”

“Which one of you is going to feed this slave?”

“In that case, let me!” It was the guest with the paler complexion who stood up.

The other two guests, too, sat next to Kanako with great interest.

“Speak up, beautiful slave courser!”

The man, unable to help himself, pinched Kanako’s nose.

“Woo…” locked her brows, Kanako sighed.

The moment that mouth opened.

“Don’t tip it over, okay? It’s got my pee in it!”

It flowed with warm water and drank it all while Kanako’s eyes were closed.

The man’s eyes glazed over with lustful thoughts, and instead of pouring the water all at once, he poured it down a little at a time.

During that time, the urge to pee was brought under control for a bit.

“Hey! Drink it all!”

In the stomach was now filled with water, a feeling of wanting to vomit. Despite concentrating a bit on her urethra, Kanako, who had filled her stomach, no longer had the ability to resist.

As she was about to finish all the water, Kanako coughed lightly…

“Ahem! Cough!” Lower limbs trembled, unable to resist sitting down.

But it takes time to sit down because you are hanging by your arms.

“Ah! I hate…”

Kanako’s naked body was glistening from the sweat, and the man with the glasses, from behind, started stroking the buttocks.

(Why at this time…)

Disgusting hand, chastised by Kanako, but there was no escaping that hand.

Finally the youngest man, felt towards the chest that nipple and twisted it. Highly sensitive breasts are easier to feel in tension. So that’s why, in order to suppress the deadly pleasure, Kanako did her best.

Outside of that, Kanako’s body was in a state of defenselessness.

The nipples slowly hardened, and the young man, holding his entire chest.

At this point, the man who had been working on his hips and wearing glasses, inserted a finger into his vagina, stroked his clitoris, and wrapped other fingers around it.

“Ah! Don’t do that!” The sound that came out now was Kanako’s thin voice.

The man, however, was still rubbing at the urethra.

“It’s… it’s coming out…”

For a split second, the whole body shook, and a few drops of urine dripped down as her face was tilted upward for a split second while the men’s hands all left. But immediately afterward, from Kanako’s lower limbs like a waterfall, the whole thing spurted out.

Between the long and constant releases of urine, what invaded Kanako most intensely was the lamplight in her body that was glowing and becoming more and more sweet. Those moral values, shame, reason, self-respect, and even personality, were taken away from her, and were intoxicated like a blue sky.

“Truly a beautiful courser among women!”

One by one, the men cooed and laughed, revealing glowing eyes as they caressed toward Kanako’s body, tongue, lips, and hands, all together.

Completely defenseless, Kanako’s body, under the very heat of becoming, burned the fire of sexual love in her faculties for the caresses of the men.

“Right! Right! And lots of bath water!”

Yuki brought more bath water and the man poured it through Kanako’s mouth again.

“Oo… Oo…” There was little resistance left, so Kanako drank against her will.

“You can have the rest of the bath water!”

Yuki pulled her hair back and turned her face sideways as the tearful Kanako, with her abused look, gave Yuki an inexplicable pleasure.

Tadamasa, who was sitting on the couch watching, got the call, said something, and walked out of the game room. Walking to the foyer, he opened the door.

“Sorry to be late!”

There were two men standing.

“Ah! Come in!”

Tadamasa led the pair into the sitting room.

“Where’s the missus?”

“Mrs.? Whoa! Kanako isn’t my wife anymore, she’s my slave, thanks to the great help of you two!”

When Tadamasa finished, he sat down front with Matsuzaki and Iwata.

“It’s amazing that the head of that class with such high self-esteem would sign divorce papers and a slave contract!”

Matsuzaki went to get cigarettes.

“After conditioning, the courser loved intercourse, but it’s unbelievable that it would turn out like this!”

“Of course, I have thought about it, but the two of you, this visit to you in this matter, only want to take advantage of the wife’s affair to take possession of the property, but the wife so cherished the husband and wife, let me sigh!”

“Hi! Hi! You should be full then!”

“Why! A woman who is so earnest at all as a wife would have lustful thoughts, and a woman who is otherwise morally strong is more guilty herself than others.”

“That’s so! But with a wife that pretty and beautiful and rich, of course there’s going to be a little danger!”

“In my case, as I said before, I will be with Kanako because of her property, of course if I say it’s not beauty or body though it’s a lie, but basically, like her kind of smart honors type of woman, I’m not interested in it, to be clear, living together will feel boring, so I just want to get the property sooner, I’ll only ask you two for anything else! “

“Why should such a beautiful woman be made a slave?”

“Well! In a nutshell, I began to hold love for Kanako, but I have no property or status of my own, so I wanted to make her a slave.”

“But it would be a shock to learn that the selfsame property had been robbed!”

“Hey! Oi! Don’t say that, I don’t have any money, I’m just using it effectively instead of her, the first slave has no property, and that’s where you get your daily bread, so don’t nag!”

“Right! Thank you!” Iwata rubbed his chin a bit: “I still miss the body of the class president!”

Matsuzaki also thought back and ran his tongue over his upper lip.

“Tonight, I’ll let you touch your long-lost asses and suck them with your tongue, which I also felt last night!” Tadamasa finished and stood up.

The curves of Kanako’s two suspended hands are so beautiful that they dazzle the guests. The three guests repeatedly used the water bottle to fill Kana-chan with water. How many times they had urinated during this period and how many times they had been abused Kanako no longer knew.

“How! Already a slave!”

When Chung-jung returned, the guests said.

“So sensitive, surprisingly so, with such an airy face, such a made-up waist, and a reverie-inducing purr.”

Man with glasses: “That look, it’s really great!”

The young man also said in an excited voice: “Oh! This slave is not so, there will be more beautiful sounds, you’d better enjoy it!”

Kanako listened, waiting for a sharper, harsher rebuke, so sweetly unsettled that a natural fire emanated from within her body.

Tadamasa called out and two men walked in and groped Kanako’s body. One groped her ass and the other her soft breasts.

Eyes closed, at such a caress, Kanako’s sensuality became sharper and sharper.

The duo, unlike the previous guests, caressed Kanako’s body, infusing their passion for Kanako’s burning desire.

In the midst of their back and forth, Kanako’s pleasure had erupted, but suddenly felt strange. When she was initially touched, her breasts marvelously burned all over the body the moment she was touched.

（”Is it…)

Kanako looked back…

Kanako’s mind was already confused.

Slave contracts, all for the sake of game extension.

Marrying Yuki is also part of the scheme.

Doesn’t the fact that Tadamasa brought Matsuzaki and Iwata say it all?

(I’ve been lied to…)

（Who’s gonna save me!)

Wanted to scream out wildly, but there was no power left and it was useless! In desperation, it was too late!

In the darkness, from the despair within and the pleasure expanding within, Kanako’s mind had lost its way.

“Oooo… Oooo…” cried Kanako loudly, meeting Matsuzaki’s lips and pressing her own into them, her tongues sucking together again, tears of sorrow and sweetness flowing from her eyes. And between her thighs, she matched her partner’s open manhood with her white, plump ass, and used all her strength.

(concluded)