nagatoro

Nagatoro was in over her head.

She knew that the instant the stranger took her by the waist, his large hands almost wrapping around her completely. She was a flustered mess, her eyes wild and blush on her cheeks. Inwardly, she was thankful that he couldn't see her face, but that was a small consolation when the girl was grinding on his lap. She could feel his manhood throbbing through his trousers, its heat strong enough for her to feel through her panties. She was getting wet.

She sank her teeth into her lip.

"N-Nagatoro?" a voice said on the phone pressed to her ear. Nagatoro snapped back to reality. Oh, right. She was on the phone with Senpai.

"Sorry I was j-just spacing out there, haha you know b-b-being sick and all…!" Nagatoro said, her words coming out in a breath-addled unconvincing stutter. "A-Anyway, thanks for covering for me. I'll um see you tomorrow, okay? Don't be too much of a gross weirdo since I'm n-not there to keep you in check! Bye!"

"Okay bu-"

Nagatoro hung up and threw the phone aside, letting it land on the living room carpet, completely forgotten as she planted her hands on the man's knees. Her hips were guided by that solid grip of his as she kept grinding on him, feeling his cock get harder, feeling her panties grow more damp by the second.

She looked over her shoulder with a fanged grin, trying her best to maintain the bratty composure that had led them both to this moment in the first place.

"I knew you just c-couldn't resist," Nagatoro said, her eyes more frantic than the cocky composure she tried to put forth. "Now it's just us two t-togther all day until onee-chan comes home, mister…"

The stranger chuckled, an easy smile on his face as he ran his tongue across his teeth. The look in his eye made Nagotoro gulp.

"How could I resist after you've been trying so hard to get my attention?" he said, emphasizing his words by suddenly giving a little upwards grind of his own. Nagatoro gasped at the move, her attempt at maintaining her usual teasing facade almost melting in an instant. "But don't waste anymore of my time, because unlike you I can't just call in sick to the lecture I have this afternoon."

The stranger throbbed again, his crotch nestled right up against this girl's pussy under her school uniform. He couldn't believe his luck, at the opportunity to claim this teasing little mynx all for his own. Just a few days ago when they first met he thought she'd just be the innocent and sweet schoolgirl that she'd presented herself as, but as he stayed around the house, he discovered she was anything but.

He was staying in Hayama for less than a week after accepting an invite from the local university to do a short guest lecture series. It was there that he met Misaki, a cute local hottie in her second year of college. He knew he'd fuck her the moment their eyes met during the first lecture, and she surprised him with how fit she was, her strength and stamina gifts from years of judo.

But a bigger surprise was when she took him home instead of the hotel room they'd originally shacked up in. A perfect coincidence, her parents had gone for a quick getaway before the sun completely hid itself behind the autumn clouds, leaving the house to themselves during slower days when she didn't have classes.

Alone other than her younger sister.

He'd initially only seen her briefly, a quick and awkward introduction, seeing how Nagatoro had run into him and her sister only minutes after they quickly threw on some clothes after almost an entire night of sex. Seeing how she was a first year at the local high school, she'd also be gone most of the day anyway.

But day after day, as he hung around the house, he'd see more of her in the afternoons, and at night.

And day after day, Nagatoro would very quickly grow to be an insufferable cocktease.

At first it was just brief looks, followed by a mischievous grin. But then it was little but obviously-intentional flaps of her school uniform's skirt. It only escalated from there: bending over right in front of him with a sly apology when he'd crash into her, coming out of the bathroom with nothing but a towel as she stretched and stuck her tongue out at him when the knot began to slip, sidling up next to him close enough with the pretense of peering at the work on his laptop when her short-sleeved uniform shirt was unbuttoned just enough for him to catch a glimpse of her tiny breasts.

She was a desperate little slut, but he also knew from the way she tried to suppress her inherent embarrassment that she was nowhere near as experienced as she let on. The brat was just doing it for the attention, pushing the boundaries and the limits of her own shame further and further.

So he resisted, loving how she pushed herself.

For her part, Nagatoro only wanted to use the man as "practice". Having just found a fun toy in the form of Senpai at school, she wondered how powerful her capabilities for being a tease truly were. After all, she'd proven herself capable of putting classmates and boys who hit on her into the palm of her hand, why wouldn't she be able to do it with a man who was shacking up with onee-chan?

Asides from that, Nagatoro was a curious girl, and the fact that he was a grown man, an American, and a fuckbuddy for his sister were all just factors that proved to be too alluring too ignore. She had to have a taste, had to see if someone like him would keel under her charm.

He wanted her more than she realized.

It didn't take too many teases for him to fantasize about claiming that tight tanned little body for his own, often thinking about it in his mind's eye as he fucked her sister's brains out. She stood at a paltry four foot something, just high enough to be at the level of his crotch. Unlike her sister, her skin was an even chocolate tan…except the pale tanlines he'd caught a glimpse of whenever she'd flash him. His mouth watered every time he saw her now, those long legs, the nape of her neck hidden behind the curtain of her black hair, her plump lips. If he had his way he'd given into the temptation the day she started to tease him.

But he waited, knowing that girls like her would eventually succumb to their own hubris, overestimate their capacity to be little cockteases without falling to their own self-made temptations, without suffering any consequences.

Lo and behold, this morning, as they shared breakfast together and she rubbed that tight little ass against his crotch as he tried reaching past her to put his dishes into the sink,, Nagatoro finally gave in.

The sequence of events that led to the couch in the living room was a blur, especially to Nagatoro. All that mattered now was that they were alone, and all pretenses were gone.

And now she was going to learn the meaning of consequences.

Nagatoro squeaked when the hands around her waist squeezed, and with an effortless lift of his arms, the stranger twisted her around on his lap, making her face him. She went bright red, too flustered to even attempt to cover it, the default teasing facade she was so confident in completely falling away in the face of his manhandling.

Before she could say anything, a hand grabbed her by the back of her head and shoved her face against his. She froze up, having no choice but to let her arms limply fall around the stranger's shoulders as he seized her first kiss.

It felt…hot. His breath rushed past his nostrils onto her cheeks, and he peeled away his mouth before planting them onto hers again, uncaring about whether or not she echoed his ministrations. She tried to pull back but the hand clamped against her scalp made sure she had no choice but to stay. Before Nagatoro knew it he'd stolen her second kiss, then her third, her fourth, her fifth, unceasing in how aggressively he claimed her mouth. She succumbed to the madness, letting out a whimper as she tried to kiss him back, her eyes closing shut, her mouth trying its best to keep up.

The stranger smiled against the kiss, sucking in all of her breaths, her mewls, her spit. She kissed back at him with a growing enthusiasm, one that echoed in the way her hips began to unconsciously grind against his crotch.

Nagatoro didn't know how long they kept kissing, but by now, she knew that it started to feel good. The heat of his lips, so hungry in the way they smacked and slid over hers, it drove her to shift and tilt her head to accommodate him, opening her mouth wider to get a taste of his lips. Her head moved on pure instinct, and her hips followed suit. Heat that had pooled at the base of her loins was growing hotter with every kiss, driving her lips to kiss this stranger harder, a keen desperation that made her open her mouth wider and prod her tiny tongue against his lips.

In that moment the stranger opened his mouth too, shoving his tongue past her defenseless lips. Nagatoro let out a muffled squeak, breathing harsher breaths through her nose as she felt her tongue pinned down, something big and slimy and wet twisting and claiming every inch that it could between her cheeks. She tried to pull away but the hand at the back of her head kept her there. Nagatoro had no choice but to melt into it, swallowing this man's spit as he kept ravishing her mouth.

He eventually withdrew his tongue, giving Nagatoro a moment to take deeper before every wet kiss gave her mouth. Their kisses stopped entirely for a brief few moments. Spit spilled down her chin, her lips feeling raw. The stranger let her sit back and catch her breath. Both of them panted, hot exhales swirling between their faces, the mixture of breaths making Nagatoro feel…

How did she feel?

She looked at the man, into his eyes as they shared the moment. He looked back with a cocky grin, but also with eyes that seemed to want to eat her whole. Nagatoro gulped, feeling that heat inside of her pulse. She realized then that her hips were still rocking into his, more red seeping into her cheeks when she felt just how wet she was now. The stranger throbbed against her and her breath gave a little hitch.

If Nagatoro could choose a feeling right now then she was a bit…heady, woozy in the heat of it all, a surreal feeling when she let the gravity of her reality set in: she'd gotten defiled in a way she thought nobody would be brave enough to do, crossed lines that she had learned she could never cross.

It…it felt good.

She wouldn't admit that to him, to anyone, but that's what it felt like, even now just looking at the desire in this man's eyes. That feeling that he wanted her that badly. She was so enthralled in how good it all felt that in the next breath it was Nagatoro whose head surged forward, lips needy against his.

The stranger grinned again against her girlish kisses. It was obvious that this little bitch was out of her depth in so many ways, but at least now she was owning up to the fact that she wanted it. He kissed her back without any consideration of that experience gap, giving ravenous groans into her teeth as he sucked on her tongue, coaxing out more of her pathetic little whimpers and the noises that'd slip out of her between their moist smacks of air.

Arms around his shoulders closed in on his head, wrapping around it as she kept trying her best, shifting her head to each side, tongue coiled with his. All the while the stranger felt the girl start to grind into him faster, grind into him harder. She was getting needy for more, and he was more than ready to make her take it.

The stranger let out a long groan as a throb of heat shot through his cock. With a growl he took the hand at the back of Nagatoro's head and pulled her off his face, earning a squeal.

He took one look at her, at the beads of tears at the corners of her eyes as she winced, his fingers clutching the hair at the back of her head in a fist. Then, her eyes found his and she managed a sly smile, somehow finding it within herself to put on that bratty persona of hers despite the obvious fear in the amber of her wide eyes.

"Y-You're not bad." Nagatoro said, voice shaky in her faux-confidence. As if she didn't have her eyes glassy with tears. "That um…felt pretty good, even if you are just a creep."

The way this roused the stranger put another lump in her throat, a dangerous flame giving a flicker in his glare. He cricked his neck, his next words spat out between clenched teeth.

"You don't know what good even feels like, cupcake."

With that, the stranger sat up to his full height, shifting both of them onto the couch. Nagatoro gasped, and before another snarky word could come out of her bitch mouth he slammed it onto his, gagging her with a tongue aimed to shove itself down her throat. Nagatoro squirmed in his grip but the fist in her hair squeezed tight, the flare of pain making her go limp.

He moved on from her mouth, an arm wrapped tight around the her lower back as began to kiss at her tanned, unblemished skin. His lips gave greedy suckles against her jaw, nipping and suckling at her neck as he huffed in her young scent in deep inhales. Every taste he got of her, every whiff of her only made him harder, the want that roiled in his loins growing violent.

He could hear Nagatoro whimper above him, hear the helpless little sighs and moans that he coaxed out of her when his mouth took him down to her collarbone. He brought a hand up to grope her tit. Nagatoro let out a squeal and in a blink the stranger took both hands to either side of her uniform top, gripping the fabric in his fists before ripping it apart.

Buttons flew against his face, tumbled between sofa cushions. Her petite chest bounced into view, cupped by an A-cup bra. His hand shot out to the bra and shoved it up, freeing her breasts, letting him see the contrast in the skin color as perfect tanlines girded their circumference, the chocolate of her skin melting into a a lighter cream.

"M-Mister st-"

The stranger didn't give Nagatoro a chance to cover herself or protest before his mouth was on her tits. He gave the girl a bearhug, burly arms making sure she couldn't escape him as he sucked on her chest like a starving man.

Nagatoro's hand flew to her mouth. She tried to suppress the noises she was making but it was no use. This was insane. He felt his tongue flick at her nipples, feeling them grow stiff and pebbly, feeling his lips rap around them and suck. Her eyelids fluttered at that. Embarassment and shame ran through her in such a concentrated eddy that she swore she could pass out. His lips and his tongue were so loud against her skin as they sucked and licked and sucked and licked…but she also heard him moaning, felt him swallow after each lick as if he was truly tasting her, and not only that, but enjoying every last morsel.

Despite it all, the confusing flurry of feelings only made Nagatoro feel hotter. She found her hands digging into his head as he kept going, her body twitching with every stroke of his tongue, every seal of his lips. It was just when she was beginning to process and enjoy his depraved feast that Nagatoro felt her breath ripped out of her lungs as electricity ricocheted through her thin frame in a burst of heat.

It took a few hiccuping breaths for her to process that he had shoved his fingers inside her.

Nagatoro protested, squirming again, but it was no use; the stranger's arm was wrapped to tightly around her, and seeing how one arm was easily half the circumference of his waist, there wasn't any point in resisting.

She felt him chuckle below her. Nagatoro's teeth sank into her bottom lip, biting so hard she thought she might make herself bleed.

"Look at how fucking wet you are, slut," he said in a low growl. He accentuated the name he chose for her with a long lick against one of her nipples, the perky little eraser-top giving a jiggle after the tip of his tongue gave it a flick. A spike of heat running through him at the sight. He pulled back a bit, wanting to watch her face as he ran his free hand up the smoothness of her back. He kept pumping into her. "You really wanted this cock, huh? Wanted it the minute you saw that I was fucking your sister."

Nagatoro cracked open an eye, her chest heaving as she panted, a strange feeling overwhelming her, making her feel all tight, making her feel so hot. She couldn't stop the stream of sounds that escaped through her nostrils, and she couldn't stop the traitorous rolls of her own hips into this man's fingers as she made her own panties sticky and soaked in her own arousal. Even if she usually had a lot to say, she really couldn't manage anything right now, not when every second meant the fingers inside her would go faster, go deeper.

"It's okay, kid. You don't have to say anything. In fact, I prefer it that way."

In the next moment, Nagatoro's world spun.

Her breath was knocked out of her lungs, and when she found her bearings she saw that he'd lifted her up off his lap and thrown her onto the other side of the couch. She didn't have time to process anything else before the stranger loomed over her, seizing her arms and bundling them by the wrist in the tight grip of his fist, forcing her arms above her head.

Nagatoro's eyes went wide with fear before a gasp made her arch her back when his other hand continued to dig inside her. A long moan tumbled out of her throat when he started going faster, this angle making feel so good.

Nagatoro had touched herself before, played with herself when she'd think of the hijinks she'd conjure up for Senpai, but this was so different. She never knew she could feel this good, this hot, this wet, this filled. Even if it was just two fingers Nagatoro's tightness felt stretched further than they'd ever gone before, and whatever pain that came with it was drowned out by the pleasure that came from every curl of his touch.

The stranger looked down at Nagatoro, daggers for eyes. He drank in the sight of her squirming as he stood above her, making her unable to close her legs, watching as he forced her to moan out and to push her slutty hips out for him. Her school uniform was in shambles, her ruined button-down barely clinging to her shoulders, her bra crumpled up around her neck, her skirt flipped up so he could see her near-hairless young pussy as he shoved himself inside her knuckles-deep, mouth watering at the tanlines around the junction of her crotch and her thighs.

He squeezed his grip around her wrists tighter, making her shake her head up at him in protest, only for her back to arch as she lost herself to this new pleasure he was showing her. He fingerbanged her hard and fast, the sound of it the loudest thing in the room now, louder than her squeals as she began to grow close, began to grow tighter, and tighter. The stranger's cock throbbed at the sight of her, his breaths shallow.

"M-M-Miste-...!"

Nagatoro let out a voiceless scream as she had the hardest orgasm of her young life, her back arching off the couch as she felt wave after wave of heat and pure heat shoot through her nerves before her core expunged it in sticky jets. She flailed like a fish on a hook, her arms still bound above her head by this man's grip, her legs going limp.

The stranger felt his own breath hitch at the sight as this little slut squirted all over herself, stickiness staining the insides of her thighs, jets of her juice shooting out so far it caught onto his dress shirt.

Wheels in his mind turned for less than a moment before he surged forward, taking the hand out of her pussy and ripping off the panties banded around her legs. He let go of her wrists, letting her arms become limp as noodles as his own arms wrapped tight around her. He heaved deep, savage breaths, this chocolate cocktease making him feral. His fingers clenched into her skin and in the next moment he dove between her legs.

Nagatoro didn't have the time nor the energy to process what he was doing to her, her body still parsing through the last climax that still leaked out of her over the edge of the living room couch. Her ability to form words, thoughts, none of it came to her as all she felt was heat and pure pleasure bursting out of her core.

The stranger feasted, letting out desperate moans as he ate Nagatoro out like a man possessed. He slurped and sucked at her cunt, each moment he spent between her thighs making him harder, dismantling his brain into a pure bundle of id, a beast with no purpose other than to breed.

He didn't know how long he spent down there, sucking at Nagatoro's clit, lapping up any juices he missed, swallowing her squirt when she would cum and cum and cum against his insatiable mouth.

But by the time he stood up with a veritable roar, shoulders heaving as he ripped his belt off, shoved down his trousers and his boxers all in one go, the stranger felt like it was too long; he could eat out this girl all day, but he was only delaying what he really wanted to do to her.

Long strings of Nagatoro's juices dribbled down his chin as he pumped at his cock, letting out a hiss. His bulbous cockhead was so swollen with arousal that it almost looked purple.

He panted, breaths ragged as the only thing on his mind possessed him to grab this limp little tease by hips, and turned her over onto all fours.

Nagatoro shivered, blinking, gulping in air as she tried to regain her bearings again. How much time had passed? The man had given her so many climaxes with his mouth between her legs that her conception of when and how and what was all jumbled in the mess of what used to be her coherent mind.

She brought herself up onto her arms, realizing that she was on the couch on all fours. A little shiver ran through her tight body at this, especially when she realized that the stranger was right behind her, fingers sliding over her naked pussylips.

She tried to look over her shoulder but her chance to gather herself was completely shattered when a searing pain ripped through her, her breath leaving her in violent chokes that wracked her frame. She tried to scream but found that all she could manage was a silent wheeze. She felt like someone had punched their fist up into her lungs.

A few more moments like this and she realized that the man had shoved his…thing into her. She felt it pulse inside of her, stretch her out in a way that felt like all of her insides were pushing out against her chest, making it hard to breathe. Tears rolled down her cheeks as he kept himself lodged there, stuffing her to the seams.

Distressed, Nagatoro tried to raise her head and tell him to stop. But the moment her head crested over her shoulder, she felt that thing inside her pull back, leaving behind such a strange hollow sensation that she was once again breathless, only to once again feel her entire being twisted into itself when he pushed in again, stuffing her with a force that forced drool to leak out of the corner of her lips.

She felt large hands peel back the white curtain of what remained of her short-sleeved school uniform before they wrapped around her slender waist. She felt them squeeze into her tight, fingers almost wrapping around her body completely. From there, Nagatoro could only feel herself getting stuffed, again, and again, and again, pulsing meat hot and thick, pushing out against her inner walls in a steady pistol, slowly making her insides get used to it.

The stranger let out shuddering breaths of his own.

Jesus fucking Christ, this little slut was tight.

If it weren't for the fact that she was so tender and wet from getting fingerfucked and eaten out into hot mess, he wasn't sure he'd even managed to fit.

As it was, she could barely even take 2/3rds of his cock.

He looked down between them, watching as his shaft slid into her, hissing with how her inner slickness suckedi him deep and then clung to every solitary inch of him that tried to pull out. A rhythm seemed impossible, but he clenched his teeth and pushed his hips forward to force one.

Nagatoro was letting out little noises again now, each little squeak galvanizing him to bear the heat and the tightness until she was properly stretched out for him to use. In and out, in and out, he shoved himself as deep as he could go, feeling her insides slowly accommodate for him with every thrust.

He kept going, kept digging.

Nagatoro could only bear it, groans of pain coupled with the clench of her fingers against the arm of the couch that she pressed her cheek into.

Both of them let out a surprised yelp when he finally hilted himself completely, a resounding smack of her thighs against her tight ass echoing around the living room.

The stranger let himself park there for a bit, savoring the moment, the heat that engulfed him to the base. To think that every single inch of his meat was finally inside this brat. He looked down at her body, how it shivered in uncertainty and inexperience, how for days she'd been an insufferable flirt, and now the only thing that spoke to him was the wet squelches of her pussy wrapping itself around his cock.

He began thrusting again. His toes dug into the floor, his whole body tense. She was just too goddamn tight. From the getgo he was holding himself back from busting a load but now that he'd finally stretched her out, now that he was finally setting a rhythm, the pleasure of Nagatoro's baby pocket wringed out pure carnal bliss with every stroke in and out of her, reaching straight into his throat and making moans stumble out of his lips without him even thinking.

As the minutes went by and he kept going, kept sawing into her asphyxiating tightness, the stranger sounded like he was being tortured. A string of desperate moans spilled from his mouth as he lost control with every rock of his hips. He was going faster and faster now, unable to stop himself. Nagatoro's gloving heat was intoxicating. His hands readjusted with every few thrusts against Nagatoro's body, hands roaming up and down her tan skin, crumpling the fabric of her uniform shirt around her shoulders. He couldn't get enough of touching her as much as he couldn't get enough of stuffing her.

By now, he wasn't the only one moaning.

Despite the beginning where Nagatoro could only focus on mitigating the pain that flared out through her body, and the period of time for her to acclimate to the alien sensation of having some slick vein of meat press up deeper than she thought was possible, once she adjusted Nagatoro found herself feeling very, very good.

She loved his hands on her, unable to hold back the noises bubbling out of her chest at how he grabbed her, how he ran his touch across her skin. Just like when he sucked her small tits, she felt so wanted in a way that she never thought she'd feel. Guys would hit on her, she knew guys wanted her body, but there was something in how this man just took what he wanted that drove her crazy.

He was going faster than ever now, rapid successive thrusts rocking her world, each one ending in wet claps of her asscheeks against his thighs. She leaned into the breathlessness of it all, the sound of her twat being stuffed in wet and squishy churns, the feeling of being filled, of possessive hands gripping into her like she was a toy. For the first time Nagatoro's cunt began to squeeze around him as she threw her head back and let out her loudest moan yet.

It took the stranger off-guard.

"Oh…oh fuck," the stranger said, his head leaning back, cursing and moaning all at once, brow furrowed. Sweat ran down his cheeks as his hips lost their rhythm, his rapid thrusts turning wild and mindless as his cock throbbed. "Fuckfuckfuc-...!"

He came.

Despite his best efforts, Nagatoro's pussy proved to be too much for him to last as he would in normal circumstances, and he could only throw his head back in pure rapture as his balls clenched and the first few shots of his climax shot straight into Nagatoro's honeypot before he could even pull out.

Nagatoro gasped at the new sudden sensation, hips wriggling at how strange it felt to feel something sticky and hot splurting inside of her, shooting directly from this man's throbbing meat.

But just as soon as she had been introduced to the feeling, she was once again left in breathless suspension when the stranger slid himself out of her, leaving her wet and empty with a distinct hollowness that made her hips shiver. She made a noise when she felt that stickiness splatter onto her skin.

"God…"

The stranger moaned as he painted this bitch white, his fist pumping his prick as it shot rope after rope of thick baby batter all over her naked back. He rode it out with ragged exhales, watching as he painted this teenage cocktease with his cum. Pools of cum began to gather along her spine, wads of it slipping off her sides onto the couch. He grunted as the climax kept going, some shots going as far as her hair. With annoyance he noted that she still had her skirt on before his free hand shot out and ripped it off.

He shot the last spurts of his spunk onto her ass cheeks, their white stickiness rolling off onto her thighs. As he caught his breath he drank in his handiwork, licking his lips at the sight of her, bent over on the couch, heaving, her back and her ass and her legs a mess of his making. His cock pulsed, as hard as it was before he fucked her.

Once again Nagatoro wasn't given a chance to recover or process what just happened before she felt a hand grab onto her hair.

"A-Ah! Miste- oof!"

Tears were forced into her eyes as he ripped her off the couch, fist gripping her hair. Nagatoro's hands were helpless in trying to pry it off, but as soon as he got her off the couch, the stranger threw her onto the ground, knocking the air out of her. She wasn't given the privilege of looking at him or moving as his arms kept her face pinned to the carpet, her fearful breaths staccato, her cheek smushed against the floor.

The stranger licked his lips, his hand still shoving her face into the carpet to make sure she couldn't move, his free hand grabbing onto one of her asscheeks. He pried it open as he went on his knees, his pulse skipping a beat at the sight of her folds, pulsing, aching for him to violate her.

He grabbed his cock by its base, and in one stroke of his hips he shoved himself inside of her.

They shared a gasp, shared a singular moment of collective shock.

But that was the only moment he gave before his hips pulled back, and he began to fuck.

Once again the stranger lost himself to how Nagatoro felt wrapped around his meat, each subsequent snap of his hips making his toes curl. He grunted, filling her over and over with zero regard to her pleasure or her pain, intent on just rearranging her guts to his liking until his balls were empty. Whenever he felt her squirm or give any sign of struggle he took the hand wrapped in her hair to pull her head off the ground a few inches before slamming it back into the carpet. That made the bitch keel after a few times.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

His pace was steady as he hollowed her out, her pussy finally acclimated to his girth to take him all the way up to his base with no problem. He relished the moans that he coaxed out of her, the other hand he kept wrapped around her waist digging in tight. He became mesmerized by the sight of his cock sinking into her twat, the pink of his prick swallowed up over and over and over again, this girl's tight ass giving little jiggles with every forwards push. He throbbed, already feeling the pressure in his loins begin to tighten. Christ, he really couldn't control himself with her.

Smack! Smack!  Smack! Smack!

Nagatoro squealed as she got pounded into the floor of her living room, the tears rolling onto the carpet with the drool that leaked out of her cheeks. He was going so deep and so hard, but unlike before on the couch, there was barely any pain anymore. In fact, she craved the feeling he gave of tearing her apart, loved how he filled every last inch of her inner heat, reaching so deep she swore that he was poking at her brain.

Without even thinking she began to clench around him, her inner muscles siphoning him into her, deeper and deeper. She choked out another moan, her hips beginning to shove back to meet him. Her fingers clenched into the carpet as her eyes grew hazy.

"Y-Yes…!" Nagatoro moaned out, every stroke of that meat, every clap of their skin smacking beginning to make her feel better than anything she'd ever felt before. "More, more!"

Her voice hitched into a squeak as he responded to her by giving a hard slam of his hips, rocking her forward into the carpet.

The stranger gritted his teeth, feeling himself twitch as Nagatoro began to beg. Her inner muscles were learning how to squeeze around him, pulling him in, outwards strokes becoming a little more difficult.

A dirty grin spread on his lips. He just wanted to break this girl, teach her a lesson and use her tight little teen body to get off, but just like the slut he knew she really was, she was starting to enjoy it too. The thought made him slow his thrusts down a bit, pulling his hips back until his cock was almost out at its tip before slamming into her.

"A-Ach!"

Nagatoro squealed, her whole body giving involuntary bucks, pushing herself into him. The sensation of feeling so hollow before immediately being filled again was enough to make her legs quiver.

The stranger let go of her hair, grabbing onto her hips instead as he kept going with his savoring thrusts. His fingers entrenched themselves into her skin. He could break her later, but right now he was going to savor this, and really ruin her, from the inside out. He was going to show her what it felt like to get fucked by a man, and no teenage crush or senpai would ever satisfy her ever again.

…smack! …smack! ….smack!

He threw his entire weight behind every thrust, each subsequent buck harder than the last, pushing Nagatoro across the carpet. Even if his arm wasn't pinning her down anymore she could only drool against the carpet, cheek dragging across it as each smack! turned her brain into mush.

"I knew you were just, ungh!" Smack ! "...a slut…" Smack! "at heart…" the stranger said, spitting out his words between every push of his hips. "You were just a virgin but now look at you…" Smack! "Nothing in that pretty little head of yours but cock." Smack!

He stopped his movement, letting the moment play out as he ran his hands along her tight body, smearing leftover cum with her sweat. He pulsed inside of her tightness, clenching himself to hold back from blowing a load. He began to thrust again, sweat streaking down his naked chest.

His dress shirt still hung from his shoulders and he stripped that away, throwing it aside. He gave his watchface one last look. He had hours before his lecture. He threw that aside too. Then, his eyes caught Nagotoro's shirt still wrapped in a wrinkly band around her shoulders. Without warning his hands shot out to grab onto it. He pulled it back with a grunt, Nagotoro's arms going limp as she helped him slip it off her body, a feeble mewl slipping out of her when he clawed at the bra still around her chest and ripped that off too.

Nagotoro was ready to take his cock as the pace began to ramp up again, making the move to rest her cheek against the carpet when she felt the hand at her left arm pull, forcing her chest and her back to remain parallel above the floor. He did the same with her right arm too, and in the chaos his hips began to pound her.

He didn't bother pulling out as much as he did earlier, but instead he started to fuck her at a pace that rocked Nagatoro's body faster than she could breathe. The wet smacks of their skin took on quarter-time, his girth pounding against her deepest parts at a pace that made it hard to do anything but moan.

The stranger moaned alongside her, fists gripped into Nagatoro's elbows, watching as her tiny body was subjected to his hips bucking, bucking, bucking inside of her, rearranging her guts to his liking. Her head hung forward as she let out her girlish moans, her black hair mostly swept over her shoulder, some strands sticking between her shoulderblades in little rivulets.

Over her other shoulder he could see the glint of the earring that cuffed her earlobe. Without hesitation he pulled harder, yanking her body up so his teeth could capture her ear. Nagotor squealed, her lips wanting to form words but instead all that came out were wheezing moans, her tongue flopping around as she struggled to suck in her breaths.

Nagatoro's head looked to the side when his mouth parted from her ear. Their eyes locked, heads bobbing as he kept rutting her without mercy, both of their mouths open and panting. In the next blink and he seized her lips with his own, swallowing her moans as he sucked on her tongue. He felt her pussy clench as he kept kissing her, swirling his tongue between her cheeks to remind her in that moment that he owned her.

He ripped himself from her mouth, a grin on his mouth when he felt her body begin to clench up faster, telling him that she was going to cum soon. He kissed down to her neck, breathing in her sweaty scent, licking any beads of perspiration that ran across her skin.

"You think your Senpai will ever fuck you this good?"

Nagatoro's eyes shot open at the mention of Senpai. The question was like the final straw, the taboo of knowing that Senpai, anyone her age, would never be able to dominate and make her feel half as good as this…

Red flooded her cheeks even further, but before she could even think of a response, the man shoved her down, hands sliding across her sweaty arms to clamp onto her wrists.

She was back to being left suspended, helpless as he kept pulling, yanking her harder into his hips as kept pounding and pounding and pounding-

"...aaaaAAAAAHH…!"

Nagatoro's eyes rolled into her skull as she came, her orgasm tearing her nerves apart, harder than any of the ones she had on the couch, harder than any she'd ever had in her life.

The stranger groaned at how she seized up around him, feeling his cock throb at the sight of her tiny body seizing and twisting, held up only by the arms that he pulled. He had to slow down his thrusts due to how tight she got, but he wasn't going to wait for her. Only a few seconds and he powered through, bucking into her with fierce grunts of effort, his cockhead knocking against her cervix.

Nagatoro choked on her own breaths, her orgasm chaining into another as she was fucked into a stupor, her body feeling like it was melting and collapsing in on itself all at once.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

The stranger kept rutting her like that, racing to his own climax. He couldn't get enough of how she melted around him, how her orgasms would squirt and coat his legs, how the cum and beads of sweat would run along her tanlines.

It only took a couple more minutes until-

"Augh, fuck…!"

With a roar, the stranger hilted himself as deep as he could go, and came.

He threw his head back, spots forming in his eyes as spunk pulsed out of his prick in a continuous torrent of sticky white. His breath came out in wheezes as his fists formed a dead man's grip around Nagatoro's wrists, white-knuckle. His hips twitched as he filled her up full of his baby batter, spurt after spurt of its thick heat barreling into Nagatoro's tightness, battering into her virgin womb.

Nagatoro was completely breathless, her body still twitching from the orgasms she'd endured while he railed her. She could feel that sticky heat she'd felt earlier fill her now, feel it stick to the insides of her cunt, feel it pool into her womb. It was like nothing she'd ever felt before, and she found herself clenching around him tighter than ever now, teeth grinding together instinct drove her to milk him for every drop.

The stranger let go of her hands, letting her drop face down onto the carpet as she panted, feeling his cock give the last throbs of its load. As the pair caught their breath, Nagatoro's eyes blinked open. Her head was upside down, giving her a view of her naked body from beneath. She watched as the seed he'd just filled her with began to eek out of her in thick white ropes, drizzling out without stopping and making a damp mess of the carpet. How much had he shot inside of her…?

The implications of it were lost on her, not when all she could think about was how good it felt, regardless of how much of the creampie leaked out and spilled down the insides of her thighs. She felt him inside her, still as hard as he was when he was rutting her. She heard him give a few satisfied groans, his hips finally giving her a break.

She shut her eyes, letting the man take the lead as she just breathed.

2

A minute later and Nagatoro was on her back.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   

Her nose brushed against the stranger's as they made out, tongues roiling against one another, spit spilling out onto her cheeks. She let out little moans that echoed the moist rhythm that was playing out between their hips. Only a minute of respite and he was fucking her again.

The stranger groaned against her mouth, his over-sensitive prick throbbing with every downwards thrust of his hips. He had more than enough in him to keep fucking this little girl into the floor, and he intended to keep doing it until he had to leave.

His thrusts were slower than before, but steady, gravity pulling down on each push inside of Nagatoro's slick heat. Her legs were splayed out on either side of her, her arms wrapped around his neck. He'd separate for them to take breaths, letting her moans escape and wisp against his cheeks, their tongues never breaking their knot of spit before he claimed her mouth all over again, letting his own moans tumble into her throat.

He pulled back from her, spit falling between them onto her chest. His arms caged her head as she looked up at him, her lips shiny with his spit, her hair an array of black behind her head, half of her forehead that she kept visible with her hairclips glistening with sweat. Her eyes were half-lidded as she moaned with every rock of his hips. Her tongue seemed to poke out, reaching for him.

The sight of her made his fingers twitch. She'd been so resistant but now look at her.

A bolt of desire ran through him and he surged forward, mouth swirling onto hers, his hips driving forward harder.

Nagatoro mewled, gasping for breath after his mouth tore from hers and began to lick at her sweat, kissing her shoulder, her neck. She coiled her fingers into his hair, her head lolling about as he worshiped her skin. She heard the moist churning of her pussy, heard the wads of cum his cock slid out of her with every pull of his hips.

She still couldn't believe that this was happening. Only a few hours ago and she was ready to go to school and now here she was, buck naked aside from her hairclips, having raw sex on the floor of her living room with some American guy her sister brought home from college.

Nagatoro's teeth bit into her lip as the sex grew a bit faster, her pussy gripping the stranger's tool to drive him deeper. She whimpered when he swooped down to lick at her flat tits, holding back a moan and failing when he began to suck at it.

She opened her eye, watching as he switched to her other breast, a mewl bubbling from her throat.

Maybe he was right. She'd been the one who had teased him, all week, driving him over the edge. She'd been the one who'd experimented, tried to see if she could attract a grown man's attention as she did with Senpai. So maybe she really was just a filthy slut, deep inside.

What else could explain why she was feeling so good despite him treating her like a toy? Why she let him rip her arms off his head and pin them onto the ground so he could swoop in and lick at her armpits? Why she wrapped her legs around him as best as she could when the man began to cum again, packing a hot load of seed deep inside her baby pocket?

Whatever the reason, Nagatoro wouldn't find this anymore, not when everything he did seemed to bring her over the edge into her own little slices of heaven, orgasms that made her toes curl so hard it made her wonder if she'd ever even had a proper climax in the recent years she'd begun experimenting in her own time.

"That's it," the stranger said, his words coming out in a satisfied drawl as he pulled back and went onto his knees mid-orgasm. It wasn't one that ripped through him like the previous ones, but a sizeable amount of spunk still shot out of him when he pulled out of her twat with the express intent to paint the front of her body with his nut. "Just lie there like the nngh slut that you are and take it all.."

Several ropes of his spunk shot as far as Nagatoro's collarbone, the rest pooling at her stomach, clinging to her ribcage in gummy wads of white. As she caught her breath, Nagatoro reached down with a finger to scoop one off her skin, bringing it back to her mouth. At first, the initial lick made her reel back from her finger. But when she closed her lips around her fingers, and sucked it down, she found that the taste…it wasn't exactly good, but something about it made her want more.

The stranger watched as Nagatoro scooped up more and more of his cum, her fingers even reaching between her legs to scoop some straight from her gaping and throbbing pussy; a white and sticky mess kept spilling between her legs, his previous loads churned up and flowing into a puddle of seed like white soft serve. He was transfixed, savoring every moment of seeing his last load leak and stain Nagatoro's unblemished tan skin.

His cock throbbed again, and the stranger didn't hesitate.

In the next breath and he was on top of her again, his insatiable prick sliding against her folds. Two slides, and he shoved himself inside again, both of them letting out a breath. He grabbed one of her legs this time and pushed it up to her shoulder with a surprising minimal amount of resistance. This bitch was flexible.

With this angle he struck a spot that made Nagatoro gasp, her fingers digging into the carpet as her back ached towards him. This time, the stranger didn't bother with an easy pace. He was in the mood to break her again.

"You like the taste of my cum, huh?" the stranger said, licking his lips. "I got plenty more where that came from, just wait."

One of his hands reached over to her other leg and wrenched it up to her shoulder, making Nagatoro's lower back lift off the ground as the stranger took to fucking her in a mating press, his balls smacking loudly against her ass, dollops of cum stretching and breaking apart in thick volatile webbing with every downwards buck of his hips. He shoved her up further, bending her as far as she could go, her feet next to her ears as he pounded into her, forcing out those overwhelmed moans he loved so much.

He looked down at her petite face as he rutted her, hearing all the cum spilling out from her raw cunt beginning to bubble out and roll down the incline of her bent belly as he turned her inside out. She looked back up at him, struggling to keep the eye contact with how her body rocked and shook with every saw of his hips. She squealed, her head throwing itself back onto the floor when a particular thrust made her toes curl.

She squeezed around him, steeling herself, the experience of the sex he'd subjected her to finally coming into play as she regulated her breathing. He was putting her through her paces, stretching her out and bending her to her limit, but her countless hours of judo training and occasional swim team sub-ins meant that she had the stamina to match the tight body that he was enjoying so much.

Much to the stranger's surprise, the confidence manifested in a fanged bratty grin.

"I-I'm surprised you're nngh! lasting this long," Nagatoro said between heavy breaths, voice just loud enough to be heard over the wet claps of their colliding skin, the gooey churn of her cum-laden cunt. "considering how you b-bust so early a few minutes ago."

The stranger was speechless for a moment, processing her words and that infuriating cocky little grin that she had. He thought he'd wiped that grin away for good, pushed her limits to the point where she'd be his obedient little fucktoy, but no, here she was again, the Nagatoro who pressed buttons, pushed limits without considering the consequences.

Anger flared through his eyes, and he took a hand off the her right calf that was pinning her leg against her shoulder.

He wasn't going to walk out of her house until she knew what consequences meant.

SMACK!

Nagatoro's breath was ripped from her lungs, her vision going momentarily white. She blinked. She was looking at the ground next to her now, her toes dipping up and down in tandem with the sex. Then she felt the sting on her face. She tasted blood on the inside of her cheek. Turning her head up to the stranger in shock, she realized he'd just slapped her.

"Wh-Wh-"

SMACK!

Her face was forced to the side again, and she turned it up tow-

SMACK!

She was slapped with his backhand on her left this time, his knuckle making her bite into her cheek.

Nagatoro squealed, her breath shallow as the pain made her almost dizzy, her mind melting under the onslaught of the stranger's shaft pounding into her on top of it all. She braced herself for more, the sensations of the rough sex almost overwhelmed by her fear.

"Shut up." the stranger spat as he kept rutting her, his words slipped between ragged breaths. "Don't say fucking anything unless you're begging me to rape you raw."

Nagatoro looked up at him again, furrowing her brow as tears spilled out of her. The pain was welling up, feeling hot to the touch. She felt a bead of blood spill out of the side of her mouth. How could he?

The stranger gave her an evil smile. He brought his hand down to her face and she flinched, an unintentional clench that echoed into her pussy. He moaned at that, licking his lips when he cupped her cheek. She tried to move away from it, but there wasn't much she could do when she was pinned like this, her entire frame wracked with drive after drive of his hips smashing into her.

"Don't give me that look, cupcake," he said the hand grabbing her chin and forcing her look up at him. "You asked for this. You- nnmf -you teased me, you pushed me to the brink. You deserve…this…!"

The stranger gave a heave of effort as he shifted his weight, finding the perfect angle to rut her, stuff her full of his cock and hitting a spot he knew would drive her insane. He gauged his adjustment by looking at her face and sure enough, regardless of the tears streaking down her tan cheeks or the look of fear and anger, the moans spoke the truth. He grinned, and set to pound her into the floor.