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Chapter 22 Mouthfuls of Shame
"Slut… feels good, doesn't it… comfortable?" Liu Zhijun's hand was inside Lu Yao's slacks, his palm pressed against her slippery sex as he rubbed up and down. Every so often his fingers found her clitoris and circled it. Each time he did, a shudder ran through her body, the sharp sensation pulling a muffled moan to the edge of her throat.
"Mmph… mm… mm… mm…" Because her mind remained clear enough to register every violation, shame writhed inside her. She tried several times to clamp her thighs together to block his hand, but his leg was wedged firmly between hers, making it impossible to close them. She could only endure the way his hand kneaded and toyed with her.
"Little slut, just a few touches and you're about to cry out. When my cock goes in, won't it kill you with pleasure?" He rubbed a few more times, then spread her folds with two fingers. Lining up his middle finger with the tight, mysterious opening, he pushed and slipped all the way inside her hot depths.
"Mmm… oh…" As his finger entered, her head tipped back on its own and a stifled sound escaped her. He pressed deeper, stirring within, and the force of it made her rise onto her toes to endure the waves that broke and broke again in her core. The more she lifted, the more he drove his hand upward. In moments, a second finger wedged its way in.
"Slut… feels good, doesn't it… If it does, say it out loud." He had her cornered, two fingers pumping inside her, the other hand clamped hard around the softness of her breast. Cheek to cheek with her flushed face, he ground the words out between his teeth.
"Mmph… n-no… don't… stop… ah… wait… let me… let me take my pants off… or… or they'll… they'll get… oh… they'll get dirty…" She remembered the humiliation of going home last time in wet trousers. Even now, the thought made her burn. Feeling herself tipping beyond control, she clenched her jaw, fighting the rising crest as she pleaded.
"You want to take them off? Fine. Call me something sweet and I'll let you. Otherwise I'll make you squirt right now." He slowed his hand just a little, though his fingers stayed buried, stroking her heat.
"Mmph… hah… hah… no… I won't…" With his motion easing, the urgent pitch of sensation dulled slightly, and she managed two deep breaths, her lips parting as she gulped air. But when she heard his condition, she refused at once. Suffering his hands was humiliation enough she could not debase herself further.
"Ah don't stop stop no let… let me take them off first " The moment she refused, his pace shot up again. Two fingers worked ruthlessly in her tight, hot sheath, while his other hand clamped her breast and pinned her to the wall. He squeezed so hard her soft flesh bulged between his fingers.
"Slut… are you going to say it or not? Hurry up and call me daddy do it nicely, and I'll let you take them off. Otherwise I'll make you spray right now and send you home in soaked pants again." He kept digging into her, grinning inches from her blushing face.
"No… I won't… mm… bastard… stop… let me go… mm… I I can't… I can't hold it… mm…" She bit down hard, belly clenched tight, struggling against the pounding waves. Her already flushed face deepened to crimson. The more she fought, the stronger it grew. With the drug stoking every nerve, she shook uncontrollably; the pressure at her core swelled, insistent, near to bursting.
"Slut, hurry up and say daddy. Otherwise you'll be walking home in piss-wet pants. Not like last time no one saw you then. This time they will," he whispered at her ear, fingers pumping faster, drops slicking down over his knuckles and into her trousers. "No spare pants here. Imagine dripping through your clothes in broad daylight how shameful that would be."
He pressed his fingertips to the most sensitive spot deep inside and rubbed lightly. "Last time was before dawn no one to see. Today? Different story. If you don't mind the shame, I'll make you spray right now."
"Hsss… mm… s-stop…" The sharper he worked that place, the stronger the tremors. Even grinding her teeth couldn't choke off the sounds; liquid kept pattering down into the fabric clinging to her thighs. "H-ss… mm… stop… I… I can't… can't take ah…"
"Slut… say it… will you say it?" He pinched a nipple hard and rolled it roughly, increasing the pace of his hand below. She quivered, the force so intense her thoughts blurred to white.
"U… uhn… I… I'll say it… I… da… daddy… oh…"
"Oh ah ah ahhhh ah ahhh " Saying the word to a man nearly ten years younger, humiliation crashed together with relentless sensation. Her eyes rolled; her body convulsed. A hot gush burst from her, jetting from deep inside.
"Hah… hah… hah…" As the spurts came, her slacks and underwear soaked through at once. Droplets ticked from the hems to the floor.
"Hah… hah… hah…" As the violent high ebbed, she gulped air like a fish drawn from water. Her flushed face was dewy with sweat; damp strands of hair stuck to her cheeks, her expression hazy with shame and dazed surrender.
"Not my fault, slut. You couldn't hold it it's on you. If you'd said the word earlier, your pants wouldn't be wet," he murmured, easing his hand out of her trousers, fingers slick with her spill. He lifted his palm to her face and smeared it over her skin. "Look at what you squirted. Go on taste it."
"Mmph no " Before she could finish, his wet hand pressed to her mouth. Fingers slid between her lips despite her clamped jaw. The salty-sour taste filled her tongue; humiliation burned through her. She wanted to bite his fingers.
"Whore open up. Taste yourself. Find out just how filthy you are," he growled, gripping her chin and working one finger in, then two, then three, until they filled her mouth.
"Fuck look at yourself. I should record this let you watch what a slut you are," he sneered. After a long, degrading moment, he drew his fingers out, wiped the mixed saliva and slick across the swell of her breast, and reached for his belt.
"Mmph… haah… mm… hah…" With his fingers gone, she panted open-mouthed, a thread of saliva shining at the corner. But before she could wipe it away, he had unbuckled and shoved her down to a squat with a hard press to her shoulders.
"Whore. Lick my cock." The pressure of his hands told her what he wanted. She had just been wrung through a climax, her limbs weak as water. Without his leg wedged against her, she would have dropped to the floor. Now he merely pushed, and she sank down.
"Mmph… no… mm…" His thick heat loomed before her face. She shook her head, but his shaft was already rubbing along her cheek. One hand gripped the base; the other clamped the back of her head, fingers twisted in her hair. He pressed the slick crown to her lips, pushing insistently. In minutes, she couldn't hold against it her lips parted, and he drove inside.
"Mmph… mm… mm…" It was the first time she truly remembered his flesh in her mouth. The last time, the drug had stolen her memory she hadn't even known she had done it. Now, though she had drunk the drug again, her mind felt cruelly lucid sharper than usual and the shame cut deeper for it.
"Whore does it taste good? Do you like my big cock?" With himself lodged in her mouth, he released his grip on his shaft and instead took her head in both hands. He didn't care if she could manage it; he pumped his hips in quick, shallow thrusts.
"Mmph… mm… mm… gag… gag…" She had never experienced such crudity. It felt worse than rape itself: the filthy weight in her mouth, the gagging, the hot flush of degradation. Tears and snot smeared her face. After several rough strokes, her stomach lurched.
"Whore feels good, doesn't it? Don't pretend to be some chaste saint. Look at you, with my cock in your mouth." He felt her retch and knew he couldn't push her too far yet. He pulled out and slapped his slick length lightly against her cheek.
"Gag… gag…" The wet smears, the sticky heat she recoiled inside, helplessly pushing at him with limp hands.
"Come on, slut. That hungry little pussy must be itching. Let me show you what my cock can really do." After a few more degrading taps, he bent to haul her up and dragged her to the bed. He yanked off her already-soaked trousers and flung them aside, then cracked his palm sharply across her raised backside. "Fuck, slut your ass is huge."
"Ah " He hadn't held back. The smack left five red prints blooming on her pale skin, drawing a cry from her throat.
"Don't start moaning yet the best is coming," he said, climbing between her thighs. He gripped himself, dragged the head through her wet entrance once, and then, with a firm push, shoved the thick length deep inside.
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