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Chapter 17 Twisted Desire Drenched in Squirting Shame
"Slut… do you want my cock in you?" Liu Zhijun continued slapping his hardness against Lu Yao's pink opening, then asked again, his voice thick with taunting laughter.
"Hisss… no… no… uhn… g-gentler… don't… don't keep… don't keep doing it… ah… it's awful… aaaah…" Lu Yao's hands clenched the bed sheet, her teeth grinding as she squeezed out the word "no." But her body trembled uncontrollably, and with each stinging slap of his flesh, a new surge of urgency pulsed through her pelvis. She felt as if she might lose her bladder entirely.
"Please… stop… please, I can't take it… wuwuwu… ooh… ohhhh… aaaah…" She had never felt anything like this before. At most, when she got aroused with her husband, she would simply get wetter down there but she had never sprayed before. Earlier, when Liu Zhijun pinched her nipples on the stool, she had already leaked a little out, but luckily her pants had caught most of it. Now, if she squirted in front of him, she would truly die of shame.
"Oh… stop… please, stop… I… I can't… I can't hold it… can't… can't… aaaah… ahhh… OHHHH…" But the more she tried to suppress it, the more intense the compulsion became. With each slap of his flesh, her whole body convulsed, her face twisting with red shame. When the pressure built too high, she lost all control. With a shriek, clear liquid gushed out in thick bursts, splattering in rhythm with his strikes.
"Slut… does that feel good? Wait until I put my cock in you you'll feel even better. Do you want my cock in you?" Once he'd worked her open, his whole palm pressed against her flushed, sensitive folds, massaging languidly through the mess he'd made. He hovered over her, smirking at her face as he chuckled.
"Haah… haah… mm…" Her mind was blank, her body twitching from the sheer intensity, a low moan slipping from her lips with each involuntary clench. The knowledge that his hand still cupped her most intimate flesh made it impossible not to moan again.
"Mmm… mm…" She had never thought herself a wanton woman, but twice today she had been driven over the edge by this man, and still her body responded as if starved, her insides quivering with need, aching for more, desperate for his touch, his fingers, anything to fill the hollow, crawling need within.
Of course Lu Yao didn't know she had already been drugged by Liu Zhijun in the water she drank, and the potency of these chemicals could not be sated by climax alone especially not with him so determined to keep her on the edge, never fully satiated. With each wave of aftershocks, her body demanded more, and Liu Zhijun was all too happy to oblige.
"Slut… your blouse is soaked with sweat, too. Let me take it off as well." With one hand still caressing her, Liu Zhijun undid the buttons of her blouse one by one, and Lu Yao barely resisted, letting him peel it open with ease. Beneath, her full, bra-clad breasts were bared completely.
"Slut… even lying down, your tits are this huge…" As his eyes drank in her soft, white skin, he swore softly, heart thumping. Like two steaming buns, her breasts trembled with each breath, begging to be bitten.
This was the first time Liu Zhijun had truly seen her bare. Staring at the mounds barely contained by her pink bra, he swallowed hard, then yanked the cups aside and leaned down to take her stiff, pale-pink nipple into his mouth, sucking greedily, teeth teasing the peak.
"Ohhh " The instant warmth of his mouth enveloped her, a sharp lance of pleasure shot through her chest, down her belly, exploding in her core. She arched up, crying out helplessly.
"Slurp slurp… slurp… chch… chch…" With one hand kneading her flesh, the other at her sex, he sucked and nibbled, biting lightly now and then, and each bite wrung another, sharper cry from her lips, her mouth falling open as she panted in delicious agony.
"Slut… lift your hips." Sated for the moment, he propped himself up on an elbow and gave her bottom a slap. Rolling to his knees between her legs, he dragged her jeans down to her ankles, then stretched her trembling thighs as far apart as they would go and pressed his swollen tip to her slick, glistening entrance. "Slut… want me inside?"
"N-no… uhn… uhn… mm…" The pressure at her opening made the emptiness inside deepen. Each slow rub of the bulb against her folds sent another gush of hot fluid seeping out, her walls pulsing helplessly.
"Really don't? If you don't beg me, slut, I'll never fuck you. Never shove my cock in that little pussy." He grinned, watching her face flush crimson as he teased her, nudging just inside before pulling away, each stroke driving her wild with need.
"Uhn… uncomfortable… so itchy… uhn… mm… ooh… uhn…" With every new provocation, the burning in her core grew, unbearable, inexorable. Each time his tip breached her, her hips rose instinctively, seeking more, craving filling but every time, he withdrew at the last second. Finally, after several rounds of this torment, she lost all composure, hands white-knuckled on the sheet, voice shaking. "P-put it… put it…"
"Haah… haah… mm… yeah… just… put it in… please… please…" Once the dam was broken, she lost herself completely, begging now, humiliated but helpless, writhing beneath him, shame and lust blurred into a single, overwhelming sensation.
"Slut… what do you want me to put in? Put it in where? I didn't hear you speak up!" Seeing her finally surrender, hearing the words he had longed for, Liu Zhijun felt a giddy rush of conquest. He remembered the first time he saw her at the mall, how she had sneered at him, how her husband had beaten him for just whistling. And now now she was begging for him, debased, trembling with arousal, barely human in her desperation.
"Inside… put it inside… so uncomfortable… I… I can't… I can't… it's too itchy… really… please, put it in… inside me… uhn… aah…" The drugs were at their peak, especially since Liu Zhijun had deliberately increased the dose to break her fully. Lu Yao's body was alight, her mind blank except for the primal urge for fulfillment.
"Hurry… please… please… do it… do me… come on, put it inside… I'm so uncomfortable, please, I'm begging you… ah!" No longer capable of reason, she kept lifting her hips, voice cracking as she whined for his penetration, even spreading herself with her own hands, shamelessly displaying her most secret place, offering it to him, wanting it, needing it.
"Fuck… you're truly a slut fit only for fucking." Seeing her like this, Liu Zhijun finally relented, driving his thick shaft into her with a single, brutal thrust. A shrill cry tore from her throat as she was claimed.
"Aaaah! Aaaah! Aaaah! Aaaah!" The sheer, agonizing width of him stretching her, filling every crevice, sent her senses reeling. Her legs came up, clamping around him as her body convulsed, hips rocking in wild abandon, craving the next stroke.
"Slut! Good? Is my cock good?!" Liu Zhijun's thick length, nearly twenty centimeters, plunged almost to the hilt with each stroke, the last bit sometimes still exposed despite her tightness. He propped her legs atop his shoulders, anchoring her hips, drilling into her with slow, deliberate strokes.
"Good… aaaah! Aaaah! Quicker… aaaah! Aaaah! Please!" Each entry bottomed out inside her, his tip striking places her husband had never touched, perhaps even nudging the mouth of her womb itself. The sensation was so acute, so total, she thought she might lose her mind from the sheer, soul-shaking ecstasy.
"Slut… this is what you asked for, then. Don't complain later." As she begged him to speed up, he grinned down at her, then leaned forward, pinning her with his weight, squeezing her breasts with both hands and increasing the pace of his thrusts.
"Slap slap… slap slap… slap slap… aaaah! Aaaah! Aaaah!" Flesh slapped flesh, her cries echoing in the tiny room. In moments, the tension built again, and another orgasm tore through her, her back arching, muscles locking, heart hammering so hard she thought she might pass out.
"Fuck you, bitch! Where's all your pride now? The arrogance, the disdain now you're just a slut, squealing under my cock!" Unmoved by her climax, he only pounded her harder, fisting her heavy breasts, even biting down on her soft flesh in a rush of animal hunger.
"Aaah! It hurts! Aaah so rough… aaaah!" She gasped, hands weakly pushing at him, but the drugs had dulled her pain, and each nip, each bruising grab sent fresh waves of sensation coursing through her nerves.
When he finally lifted his head, the pale skin of her breast bore a row of deep teeth marks. "Slut, let's leave a souvenir." Thrusting savagely, he struck her bouncing mounds with an open palm, then grabbed and twisted them like dough.
"Aaaah! Aaaah! Aaaah! Aaaah!" The chemicals in her system transmuted pain into pleasure, each blow, each pinch drawing out new shudders, new climaxes, each harder than the last.
After more than twenty relentless minutes, he suddenly withdrew, kneeling between her thighs to brace himself over her. Stroking himself rapidly, he aimed at her flushed face, neck, and heaving chest. With a guttural cry, thick ropes of hot, sticky semen burst free first smearing her face, then her chest, breasts, even splashing her lips a half-dozen, maybe eight heavy jets, until her pale skin was drenched with him, glistening in the lamplight.
"Come on, slut, clean up your mess." With a final shudder, he emptied the last drops, then not bothering to clean her climbed atop her, seized his shaft, and stuffed it into her mouth, fucking her lips a few quick strokes, letting her taste his sex and her own shame. He pulled out, snatched a cigarette from the bedside, lit it, and while blowing smoke, smeared the mess on her face as an act of deliberate, petty triumph.
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