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He shoved his fingers into her mouth, two of them pinching her tongue as she struggled against them for a moment before succumbing to it, letting him play around between her cheeks.

Nagatoro tried to keep looking up at him, tried to show any sort of resistance. He was wrong, this whole thing was wrong. This shouldn't be happening. She shouldn't be getting rawed on the floor like this, each SMACK! of the undersides of her thighs against his stomach scrambling her brain into buzzing nerves of bliss.

She couldn't believe how her body would betray her like this, feel this incredible even if she was folded in half as this grown man turned her young body inside out, pummeling her guts and rearranging them to his liking with no regards to what she wanted. She should have reached up with her hands and poked his eye out, beat against his chest, but instead she lay there and took her punishment, the steady clap of their skin getting faster.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Maybe she did deserve it.

After all, what else would a filthy little slut need other than a fat cock and a man who knew what he wanted?

Nagatoro really was in over her head. She could swallow her pride and admit that now, she never should have teased him so badly. She should say that and that would stop him, that would make him leave her alone, like he should. She wouldn't tell anyone, she'd go back to school and back to Senpai and pretend this whole thing didn't happen…

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

…but none of those things were strong enough to overpower the objective fact that she was about to cum.

In and in and in, the stranger kept stuffing her, his pace erratic now, unpredictable and primal. He shoved the fingers in her mouth down her throat, and in an instant Nagatoro closed her lips around them and sucked, eyes rolling into the back of her head as an orgasm made her entire world explode into an explosion of white.

All at once the thoughts that plagued her mind melted away, and even with her cheeks wet with tears, fingers gagging her in rapid thrusts down her throat, the lips around the man's fingers turned into a smile.

"GRHAAAAGH…!"

The stranger slammed his hips into Nagatoro one last time before he let gravity pin her body to the floor, bent in half with his full weight bearing down on her. His cockhead wedged itself against her cervix as he emptied his balls deep into her overflowing womb. Each shot took his breath away, the spots in his eyes spreading to overtake his vision completely as he felt his nerves fried under the unrelenting pleasure of his fattest load yet. His muscles went lax as he just planted himself, barely even able to support himself up on his arms.

Buckshot after buckshot of hot nut spilled into her, making Nagatoro breathless, making her suck harder on her fingers as her orgasm never seemed to end. She felt her womb swell with syrupy heat, enough to make her mouth water. Every inch of her insides quickly became full with him, and with nowhere else to go the rest of his load bubbled out of the seal of her lower lips, streams of thick seed streaking down her tanlines, her sore abs, the curve of her spine.

Both of them let their climaxes play out in their entirety like this, bodies twitching as sweat mingled in splatters and joined in rivulets that ran down their conjoined skin. Their breaths were the only thing they could hear as their bodies crumpled together onto the floor.

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Chapter 2: SCENE 3Chapter Text3

A few minutes later, Nagatoro found herself alone. She blinked herself back to consciousness. She lay on her back on the floor, limbs spread out, buck-naked asides from her earrings and her hairclips, the house's air conditioning finally making itself known to her as its cooling fingers traced the beads of sweat on her tan skin.

She winced.

The aches began to make themselves clear to her. She sat up a bit, wincing even more. Her eyes took in the sight of her body. Glowing red prints from hands clamped around her tan skin, bite marks on her chest, thick and sticky gobules of cum webbing between her inner thighs, streaking up her belly, pooling out of her cunt.

Nagatoro gulped, bringing a finger between her legs.

Out of the corner of her eye the glint of something placed on the floor next to her caught her attention. It was a glass of water. She smacked her lips, just realizing how parched she was.

She grabbed it and drank the entire glass in greedy gulps. When she lowered the glass to catch her breath her eyes widened at the sight of the stranger a feet away from her, sitting on the couch with his legs spread. He was naked.

And his hand was pumping his very erect shaft, its bulbous tip pointed right at her.

"Thought you were done for good," he said. "Would have been a shame. I usually don't like sticking my dick into unconscious girls."

Nagatoro started at that remark, her brow furrowing.

The stranger chuckled.

"Just kidding. Would be a waste to fuck you if I can't look at your face while you're awake."

Despite herself, Nagatoro flushed. She was about to say something, her mouth opening before the sting of her cheek smarted. She brought her hand up to touch it. She looked up at the stranger who only grinned back.

He throbbed at the sight of that. She was starting to learn her place.

"Come here. You still have a lot to learn, slut." the stranger's arm sprawled on the couch gave a lazy finger to beckon for her. "I still have a few hours until I give your whore sister a lecture at her college. Don't waste my time."

Nagatoro didn't move. Her mind raced. She glared at him.

This was her chance to leave. She could run from him, lock herself in her room. He wouldn't be able to catch her from where he sat.

Her eyes landed on his cock.

She swallowed.

All the options in her mind swirled and swirled as she kept staring.

Her legs moved. Yes, that's it. She needed to get up, and sprint to her room. No way this older guy could catch up with her, not with her active body. She could just…

…the stranger was still pumping, pumping, pumping. Without even thinking she shuffled a bit towards him. His cock was closer now, and she could see the way it twitched and pulsed for her, the way the pre-cum glistened at the tip.

Her mouth watered.

The stranger's chuckle broke her out of a trance she didn't know she was in.

"What are you waiting for? You just gonna keep kneeling like that to beg like a bitch in heat or are you going to listen to what I say and come here?" he said, making Nagatoro realize that she had sat up into a kneel. Startled, her fingers came together, nervous. The stranger's grin soured into a scowl. "Slut, I said come. Here."

The stranger took his arm off the couch and slapped his knee with it. The move made Nagatoro jump a bit. Her thighs, still sticky with his cum, shifted together. She was wet.

She looked up at the stranger's eyes, her own eyes almost pleading.

She had to make her choice now.

Once again she looked at his cock. She gulped before she found herself on her hands and knees, crawling towards him, leaking semen and leaving a little trail of shame behind her. Pride be damned, she made her choice.

Sorry, Senpai…I just…

"Y-Yes, sir." she said, breaths growing faster the closer she got to his crotch.

By the time she got between his legs, she flinched when his hand reached for her, only for the hand to pet her head as if she really was his bitch. Something about that made Nagatoro squirm, her loins aching for him.

"That's a good slut."

For some reason, as the stranger pulled his hand back and she was left face to face with his shaft pointed directly at her mouth, Nagatoro couldn't help but feel like the moniker suited her. She gave one last gulp before she leaned forward and stuck the tip of his meat past her lips, her tongue not even hesitating to flick at his crown.

The taste and the smell of him made her eyelids flutter.

The stranger only leaned back, giving her another pet, smiling when he felt her moan muffled by the prick stuffed between her cheeks.

She had a ways to go, but she was learning her place.

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Chapter 3: SCENE 4,5Chapter Text4

"Oh…oh fuck, yeah thats it…"

The stranger's voice was the loudest thing that echoed in the room.

But it only barely edged out over the slick sounds of slurping, of heavy breaths, of Nagatoro's throat being stuffed full of cock.

Nagatoro pushed her head forward, wincing, her jaw being stretched to its limit as throat sop and spit mixed with tears. Her hands clutched his hips as she fucked her own face against him, gagging with every forwards push of her head, every backwards slide.

She had been working on him for what felt like at least half an hour…or was it an hour? Time didn't matter to her at this point now, not when her entire focus was breathing and pleasuring the stranger's shaft, that throbbing meat that pulsed in the pocket of her throat, it's musk overwhelming her nostrils.

It was difficult at first to even fit inside of her hands, but the stranger had let her take her time. She tasted him, smelled him, getting used to the thing that had rutted her so thoroughly. He had washed himself a bit while she was unconscious, but his scent…his virile musk kept drawing her lips and her face to his crotch, whether or not he ordered her to. Soon Nagatoro was pumping his shaft double-fisted, licking at the tip in tentative slurps, taking it into her mouth, pushing it into her gullet until her jaw was sore…

What started as a slow and steady affair on the couch had turned into a passionate sort of embrace, with Nagatoro on her knees, arms wrapping around his buttocks as she slammed her head forward again and again. She had been so eager to suck him off deeper that he was standing now, repositioning the two of them around the couch as he leaned against it on the armrest.

Nagatoro moaned. There wasn't any question that she loved sucking his cock. She squirmed as she did so, listening to how the stranger moaned for her, feeling his hands clench her shoulders. The entire time that rough side of him didn't even appear once. In fact, she saw how vulnerable he was, every time she pulled him through the tight clench of her gullet earning another moan, another shiver. It made her wet.

She knew that her moans vibrated through his vein, knew that her own pleasure would only bring more of his. That fact only turned her on even more, and by now she was an eager cockslut, doing anything to make this man putty in her hands, anything to prove to him that he would be not just a slut, but a good slut for him. She moaned again, hearing him gasp and choke on his own breath.

She felt his cock throb harder then, feeling his fingers begin to tighten even further.

He'd given her too many creampies for her not to notice what that meant.

With one last pull Nagatoro slid the cock out of her gullet, every inch slipping out of her lips until the head pushed past the seal of her lips out with a wet pop!

Nagatoro didn't hesitate to wrap her tiny hands around him, twisting and pulling her little fists. She looked up at him, expectant eyes wide as she leaned forward and sucked on his tip, hands alternating in how they coiled around his tool, something she learned just through experimenting, encouraged by the stranger's mounting pleasure.

After all that work he was close. She kept looking up at him as she slid his cock against her cheek. Her face was already a mess as it was; frothy spit still gleaming down her chin, sweat coating her blushed cheeks, precum and spit and sop making a mess of her cheeks to make strands of her hair stick to her chocolate complexion, all of it a testament to her efforts.

The stranger looked down at Nagatoro, looking at the sloppy state of her face, the way her tight ass swayed in excited little shakes behind her as she squatted, seeing her close her eyes as she gave his entire throbbing cock a long and passionate lick from bottom to top before she wrapped her lips just around the crown of his prick…

"Gah…!"

The stranger came, the orgasm he'd held back for her sake blasting out of him in thick wads of seed. He cursed, his hands instantly finding her hair as she didn't hesitate to gag herself on his prick. He closed his eyes as his knees quaked a bit at how Nagatoro sucked on the tip of his cock, milking his balls with concaved cheeks, trying her best to suck down every drop of him even if the load was so big if spilled out of her mouth in sticky strands.

The stranger looked down to keep watching, clenching his teeth at the show. His sweat fell from his face onto her naked skin, and he wanted her again before his orgasm even ended. He'd never tell the cocky bitch, but Nagatoro was a quick learner, and the rate she learned how to give him head was a surprise.

Nearing the end of his climax and Nagatoro was pumping out the rest of it, letting the final spurts of nut land on her tanned skin, wads of it staining her shoulders, streaking down her chest.

Nagatoro felt a little…pride at this, at how she had felt so good she actually had him quaking in his knees. She gave his meat another lick before she ran it against her cheek. She reached up with one hand and banded it around his base, squeezing just enough to let it pulse harder before her other hand rubbed itself at his tip.

"A-Ah…!"

She knew that would get him…she saw it in a dirty video she watched online once. She gave another kiss to his shaft.

Nagatoro couldn't help but grin.

The stranger looked down at what she was doing, and his cock throbbed, rock hard again, at the look she had on her face. She was so close to being tamed. She blew him as if his rod was sugar and honey, gulped him down more than she wanted air. Her eagerness and willingness to be his toy was beginning to overpower everything else.

But a sense of feral dominance flared through him at the same time.

Hadn't she learned her lesson? She still thought that she had the upper hand, that she could look at him with that bratty, defiant look, as if she could push his buttons without him telling her her to.

He still had a lot of teaching to do.

His hands, still in her hair, gripped tight and pulled.

Nagatoro yelped, pain suddenly flaring through her after the stranger had left her alone for so long, lulling her into a sense of comfort.

The next thing she knew the back of her head was slammed against the nearby wall. It wasn't hard enough to hurt her, but it was still disorienting, especially when in the next breath his hands forced her to look forward, and the cock on her cheek was suddenly shoving itself against her mouth.

She made a sound at that, and he responded with his right hand pulling her up by the hair again, making her legs scramble, tears squeezed into her eyes. She didn't see his left hand grip his cock during the painful yank of her hair, but by the time she did, it was too late. One push of his hips and the stranger stuffed her mouth full of his meat.

Nagatoro squirmed at that, more beads of tears rolling down her sweaty cheeks as her jaw pried open with his girth.. She gagged, letting out her last vocal protests when the stranger shoved onward, pushing his cock down her gullet. The stranger gave a grunt before giving one last push, and Nagatoro's lips suddenly formed a seal around his base.

A bulge formed her neck as his cock bent down into her esophagus. Unlike before, the back of Nagatoro's head was flush against the wall. There wouldn't be an escape for her. It was just her face and her throat caught between hard wall and a harder cock.

A single breath later the stranger began to fuck Nagatoro's throat. He pulled back just enough, hissing at the pressure of her gullet, at how her tongue writhed against the receding pull of his veininess, but he'd shove forward before his crown could even brush against her uvula. He pulled again on her hair, a damp mess of clumped black strands knotted around his fingers. He loved how she squeaked at that.

Faster and faster, he stuffed himself into Nagatoro's throat. There was something so enthralling about this, a dominance that ensured she couldn't even say anything, his cock pumping in and out, in and out of her gullet in loud gurgles. The rest of her small body merely sat against the wall, legs straight beneath his spread ones, helpless.

Nagatoro's eyes fluttered as she kept being used. This was nothing like deepthroating him, when she was on her knees and making herself a mess. No, this time there really was no control. What had been an hour or so of her pleasuring him seemed like paradise to the way the stranger's crotch crashed into her nose, the way the force of his hips would keep her pinned to the wall. As the minutes rolled on by and Nagatoro could only gag and slurp, heeding to the fist coiled in her hair, Nagatoro began to moan.

Her fingers were between her thighs, her nipples pinched by her other hand. Lost in the madness, Nagatoro's loins pulsed in need. Slobber and precum spilled in goopy strings down her chin onto the floor, her messy face completely sticky and frothy whatever splashed over the rim of her lips. But just like before, she didn't care anymore.

Her eyes went blank as she drowned in the momentum of it. The stranger had both of his hands on her head now, forcing her head to stay there as he jackhammered into her throat, hips colliding into her face, and each thrust giving more forceful pins against the wall behind her head.

Nagatoro came, barely able to splutter out a groan. Spit and throat-sop bubbled out of her nostrils as her eyes rolled into the back of her head. While her head was nailed into the wall the rest of her body writhed, her fingers stroking her clit in vigorous rubs, the stranger's cum tumbling out of her folds as she squirted.

In due time the stranger's violent pumping careened into a final shove, every inch of his cock inside of Nagotoro's throat as he came with a shuddering roar, each bellow punctuated by red-faced grunts.

Once again her stomach was filled with the heat of a creamy load, blast after blast of thick cum coating the inside of her neck. Nagatoro came at the sensation too, all of her motor functions beginning to crumble in the wake of her nerves frying at the heat shooting through her skin.

The stranger pulled himself out of her. He still had a few ropes left in him and the last of them shot in between her cheeks. Nagatoro swallowed without hesitation, her tongue chasing him when one last shot struck her lips and her nose.

He panted, letting go of Nagatoro's head as she slumped against the wall.

Both of them leaned against the same wall, catching their breaths in gulps of air and deep wheezing inhales. Sweat streaked down both of their skin. The stranger watched the drops that rolled off his and rained down on Nagatoro in periodic splatters. Her skin glowed in the morning sunlight, lines of perspiration running across the borders of her tanlines as she sat with a hand between her legs, scooping cum back inside her.

After a while she looked up at him, her fingers rubbing her clit.

There weren't any words as she reached for him with one hand, no pride in her face, no more brattiness. Just pure need. Lust. The stranger grinned back at her, leaning down to let her wrap her arms around him.

He always liked eager and willing students.

5

A steady thud echoed throughout the house, and it only grew faster and louder.

"Aachhnghh…!"

If it weren't for the mutual gag of deep kisses, the thud would have been the second loudest thing behind Nagatoro's squealing moans.

She was off the ground now, pinned against another wall near the kitchen.

Their duet of groans echoed in the dining room as the stranger pounded into her with heavy bucks of his hips. Their tongues were inseparable, the taste of the stranger's cock and his cum shared in a messy swirling knot of lips and spit, their pants hissing through nostrils while their mouths were only concerned with devouring each other.

Nagatoro melted into the stranger, her arms grabbing his shoulders tight, her legs trying and failing to wrap around his large back and lock at the ankles. She'd already cum twice as he churned up her guts with deep pumps. She moaned again, her head shifting as she swallowed his moans, her tongue swirling in wild lashes to suck up his spit.

She couldn't get enough of this madness, her pussy siphoning him inside her in eager squeezes, a fresh creampie he'd planted inside her from only minutes before splattering and bubbling out against his legs and onto the puddles forming on the floor. She ached for more of his cum, for more of that filling feeling that lit her on fire from the inside out.

The stranger's desire burned as brightly as he stuffed his tongue where his cock had been. He matched her moans with his own, his cock raw from so many consecutive climaxes, but still raring to breed this girl into submission. Truth be told he was more than impressed at her stamina. He knew her sister had a judo background but it'd make sense that this tiny tease would have the same physical prowess, paired with the endless hormonal vitality of being a young teen.

That thought pushed the stranger on as his thrusts began rapid and shallower. Their wet skin smacked in percussive staccato.

Faster and faster, he rutted her, breaking from her mouth and burying his face into her neck. He chomped onto her skin, grunting as his skin turned red with effort. Every rapid push into Nagatoro's cunt ripped out squeals from her mouth as she gasped for air, the pace so fast and desperate she was losing the ability to balance her need for air and the involuntary noises that poured out of her.

The stranger raced into another climax, his balls swelling as his muscles went lax and another load burst into Nagatoro's cunt. The pounding stopped again as he pushed as deep as he could unload his seed into her baby pocket.

Their lips found each other again as they lost themselves in the delirious heat, more syrupy streaks of spunk gushing out of her pussy straight onto the floor in a thick white puddle. Their sweaty skin slid against each other in slow slides.

Now the only thing that could be heard was more panting, but it didn't last long.

"M-More…" Nagatoro said, breaking the silence. Her hips gave pathetic little bucks, coaxing the stranger out of his post-orgasmic haze. "Please…your cock, sir. I need more…"

Their foreheads were kissing now, each of their long exhales shared like the sweat that mingled between their skin.

He pulled back, looking at her. As if by some small miracle, the hairclips on the right side of her forehead pinned back her bangs, the bangs that she let loose matted to her skin in sweat. The rest of her face was less sloppy than when she was on her knees, sweat coursing across her dark skin. Her eyes were dark with want, desperate, pleading. There was no more bratty Nagatoro, none of that resistant visage she used as a defense mechanism.

He pulsed as she clenched around him, wanton and needy.

He'd broken her.

Just like he'd asked, she only spoke when she was begging for his cock. And that excited the stranger in a way made him growl in their next kiss.

Minutes later, the stranger obliged her.

Nagatoro's squeals rang out between the wet slaps of their skin. Just like she asked, the stranger dicked her down with all of his strength. Her hands played with her nipples as she was fucked on top of the dining room table, the wood groaning as her little body slid back and forth atop it. might. Her legs were bundled up together as he pumped into her, churning his last loads to burst out of her in a continuous geyser of thick white that spilled and spilled over the edge of the table onto the floor.

The stranger groaned as his hands kept her tanned legs pointed upwards and steady in his grip, allowing his mouth to wrap itself around her feet. He sucked and licked at her toes, sliding his tongue between them, sucking down the sweat and her salty flavor in eager gulps.

The tickling sensation made Nagatoro wriggle her toes, the strangeness of it only highlighting the blinding pleasure that coursed through her as her back began to arch in little spasms, sweat flicking off of her in glittering spritzes. A climax tore through her, her back arching completely and locking in place, her ribcage poking against her skin.

"Y-Yes…!" she squealed, only the white of her eyes visible as she grinned wide, letting the pleasure rip her breath from her lungs as her squirt shot out at the junction of her pussy and his cock, sticky streams of it forming against the flatness of her tummy.

With a grunt the stranger tore himself from her toes, his mouth a mess of his own spit and the sweat of her feet. He locked his lips as the impossible pressure of Nagatoro's tightness made those spots return to his vision and his balls began to throb.

His hands each took one of her ankles then, and he spread her legs in apart as he pulled back and began to truly rail Nagatoro into the table.

The smacks of their skin were louder than ever as his balls slammed against the bottom of her tight ass. He drank the sight of her sweaty skin, her petit body writhing and completely soaked in her sweat, her straight hair twisted in wet knots as it pillowed behind her lolling head. He came, making him drop her legs, falling forward and catching himself on the pillars of his arms as more ropes splurted into her.

All that cum joined the puddle on the floor beneath them as Nagatoro's belly began to swell at how many loads he'd packed inside her fertile baby pocket.

Halfway through his climax he pulled out and leaned back, locking his knees. His fist wrapped tight around his cock and began to pump hard. He hissed, biting back groans. He painted her white. He'd never get tired of doing this, every wad of spunk that arced through the air splattering onto the canvas of her dark skin like the most beautiful Pollock he'd ever seen in his goddamn life.

There wasn't any break before he started it all over again. This time the stranger rutted Nagatoro hard and fast from the getgo, knowing that this girl was finally reaching her limit. His hands clamped around her tiny waist, his thumbs digging into the conditioned firmness of her abs.

Nagatoro begged, gasping and squealing, her voice hoarse, her arms useless at her sides as she let him use her like ragdoll. She was on the verge of passing out, but her pussy pulling him in with more clenches, gripping his swollen shaft in a hot glove was all he needed to know that she wanted to be fucked into an inch of her life.

Her eyes opened then, locking with his. The next words that she spat out between heaving pants took him by surprise.

"H-Hit me!" Nagatoro said through clenched teeth, her breaths rapid and hiccuping. "Just hit me, please!"

The stranger raised his right hand and slapped her, Nagatoro's head falling to the side. He looked at her, almost in disbelief. He had really broken this girl to be his bitch. His cock pulsed.

"Harder!"

SMACK!

"HARDER!"

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

The stranger slapped her again and again, feeling her pussy squeeze with every painful strike. He only stopped himself at the sight of her red cheeks, at the grin that spread on her face. If he wasn't careful he'd actually hurt her, but at this point it was apparent in Nagatoro's eyes that she didn't care.

What was once a punishment was not just another way to make her feel good. That fact once again caught the stranger in a bit of a crossroads, his arousal spiking, but anger flashing through him as she took yet another tool he had for an upper hand. She was broken but she still reclaimed another way for him to dominate her.

He felt her cum around him, watched her mouth open wide in the bliss as he sawed into her in a relentless cycle of hips.

With a grunt he shoved forward, his right hand shooting out around her neck. Nagatoro's eyes flew open.

If he thought she had learned everything he had to teach her, the slut had another thing coming.

The fingers around her throat squeezed, and closing in and restricting just the right airways that let her breathe, restricted enough of it to make her lungs wheeze out in a new kind of pain. Nagatoro's eyes watered. His fingers wrapped around her tighter. His hips began to pound her faster.

The stranger loomed over her, hard breaths like fire against her cheeks as he looked down on her, pinning her by the neck to the table.

"That's right, you bitch," he said, growling words through gritted teeth, eyes wild. "You'll be begging for me to do anything I nghh! want! You know who owns this naughty little pussy now. You know your fucking place now, don't you?"

Nagatoro could only look up at him as she gasped, choking out for air as he choked her tighter and tighter, an orgasm ripping through her, her chest crushed in her desperate plead for just one gasp of oxygen. Her mouth could only open wide in a silent plea, eyes rolling into her skull as her limbs spasmed, mind-melting pleasure melding with her survival instinct as the edges of her vision swirled into the blackness of unconsciousness.

The stranger shifted his jaw, lips closing. His tongue churned as he collected frothy spittle between his cheeks before he leaned close to Nagatoro's mouth and spit in it. Long strings of his spit spilled into her mouth. Repeated the processes again and again, spitting into Nagatoro's breathless throat over and over, missing sometimes as the sex made her head move out of his aim.

Right before Nagatoro could pass out, the stranger relinquished the grip on her neck.

Nagatoro's eyes flew open as her gasp turned into a gurgle and her body was racked with violent coughs as she choked on his spit. She was forced to swallow it while she swallowed any air that she could, spluttering and gurgling as she wheezed and gasped, all while her body was pounded into the table without respite.

The sight of Nagatoro choking on his spit was enough to make him cum on the spot, the strength of his body leaving him in an instant as one of the strongest climaxes of the morning made him fall on top of her. He caught himself on his forearms this time, his hips planting into her and giving small twitches as his balls emptied themselves, hot seed shooting out of his tip in a torrent.

He felt his load leak out and onto his balls, hearing the sticky splatters of spunk coat his thighs, dollops of it joining the puddle between his legs, tumbling down his legs. Every second of his climax turned his vision to blank white, and he shivered under the onslaught, his moans soft and vulnerable, his nerves barely able to process the heat that seared through them in merciless waves.

When it was all over, the stranger stayed hunched over Nagatoro's limp body like that, feeling his manhood follow her lead and go limp all the same. He pulled out of her, allowing his mix of several creampies ooze out of her like molasses, spilling in endless strings into the mess of the floor. He heard her let out a near-voiceless mewl at the absence of his cock, the throb her hollow-feeling folds making her body shudder.

This time, they shared heavy breaths for several minutes, nothing but the sound of their lungs catching up to speed and the wet drippings of cum against tile.

The stranger was the one to pull back first.

Nagatoro had her eyes shut. Her black hair was a wet mess behind her head, little puddles of perspiration pooled around it. Her chest rose and fell with her deep breaths, an expression of contentment on her face. A drop of his sweat splattered onto her forehead, making her turn her head to blink and look up at him.

They shared a look as her eyes seemed to focus in on him, the aftershocks of her violent rutting still making her body give little shivers, her mind adjusting itself to grasp onto reality.

Then, her lips curled, and in her weakened state, Nagatoro managed to give him the fanged, bratty smile that had pushed his buttons, the one she gave him when she had been a little cocktease to him throughout the week, the one that she wore when she straddled his lap several hours ago, the one that pissed him off so much to push him to teach her a lesson.

At that moment, the stranger knew that he hadn't broken her at all. If anything, he was the one who was strung along. Even if she was out of her depth, Nagatoro would defy him at every turn, push his buttons until he lost all reason. Even now, in that grin there was a triumph.

He had made Nagatoro his personal slut, but Nagatoro was a girl who always rose to a challenge.

The stranger conceded, swooping down to her lips to give her a long kiss. Their lips clasped and swirled, gentle and intimate, drawing out Nagatoro's breaths as her arms looped around his neck, limp.

They stayed like that for several minutes, making out, wet and naked.

A buzzing beep echoed out of the crumpled pile of the stranger's trousers, long-forgotten at the foot of the living room couch. An alarm ringing out from his phone.

The stranger wrenched himself away from Nagatoro's lips, spit bridging their tongues. She looked up at him as she kept her lips open wide, expectant. Following her lead, the stranger spit, breaking the string with a wad of saliva that landed square at the entrance to her throat. Nagatoro closed her lips and swallowed.

The stranger bit his lip at the sight, but time was up.

"That's a good slut," he said before he pulled back. Nagatoro made the attempt to sit up before-

SMACK!

-the stranger gave her a slap for good measure. She mewled, the pain registering in her mind the same way a kiss on her neck would.

She cast a look at the stranger's direction. He grinned.

"My lecture is soon. Can't be late or your sister's going to be suspicious."

Nagatoro didn't say anything, peeling her back off the table, resting on her forearms. She watched as the man picked up his clothes scattered around the room, rushing to the nearest bathroom to clean himself up. She looked down at herself, unable to resist the urge to play with the cum that still spilled out between her thighs.

She bit into her lip as her chest tightened, a malicious grin spreading on her cheeks.

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The stranger shut the water off with a twist of a tap. He made sure that he looked presentable, hair combed, skin clean after a quick shower, his tie straight in its double Windsor and nestled tight under his white collar. He checked his watch. Forty minutes until his lecture began, and the walk over to the college was ten minutes, max. He liked having a buffer.

Clearing his throat, he left the bathroom, ducking into the living room to grab his briefcase that held his laptop and his notes before rounding the corner leading out of the house.

He was stopped in his tracks at the sight presented to him.

Bent over at the hip, Nagatoro was putting on her shoes. She had cleaned herself up a bit too, and had slipped into a fresh school uniform shirt and her pleated skirt…and nothing else. Her skirt was so short that her folds of her pussy were bare for him to see, a bead of cum eeking out of them, the crest of her perky ass arcing above it, flaring out to lead into the smooth length of her tanned legs.

A lump formed in the stranger's throat.

It was just like the morning after her sister had left, and despite himself, the base of his loins clenched.

Nagatoro stood up, that grin on her face as she looked over her shoulder at him, acting coy. Her hair was tied up into a ponytail, a hasty fix, but he could still see the frizziness of her locks, the stray wad of dried cum. She had no intention of going outside, she just wanted to put on another show.

"I thought I'd leave too. I've been itching to get outside" she flashed him that grin again. ""I was just getting a little bored is all."

"Is that so?" the stranger said, stepping closer to her. Nagatoro turned to him, tucking a lock of hair behind the shell of her ear.

"Thought I'd just drop by school, see what Senpai's up to."

Nagatoro's pulse skipped a beat the mention of him, her legs sliding against one another in excitement. She could see the rise she was getting out of the stranger already. A powerful feeling gripped her chest as she felt validated; in a way, she had proven herself right. She had been able to tease this man into ravishing her harder than he did to onee-chan.

"He wouldn't have time for a needy slut like you," the stranger said in a growl, each step bringing him closer.

Nagatoro took a few steps back towards the door. Her eyes were wild as her breaths grew more shallow. Her fang popped out in her smile, more prominent as her cheeks filled with blush.

"It's n-not like you do either…"

The stranger dropped his briefcase to the floor, cornering her as her back hit the door. Nagatoro's fingers curled into her skirt.

"I've got a few minutes."

Nagatoro giggled.

"Makes sense. You can't last much longer than that around me anyway, can you, mister?"

He was only a few inches away now, she could feel his breath against her forehead as he towered over her. He took off his suit jacket and loosened his tie.

"Don't make me shut you up."

"I'd li-"

Nagatoro was cut off with a hand shot to her neck, pinning her to the door, her words turning into a choked squeak. Her head craned upwards as his mouth smashed onto hers. She mewled, the small noise turning into a louder moan when she felt his other hand brush over her clit, fingering her, feeling how wet she was for him already. She was so sore from how he stretched her out earlier, but after spilling so much of his cum, she wanted more.

The stranger shoved his tongue down her throat, and he tightened the grip around her thin neck. He swallowed any gagged noises she made, fingers curling inside her to make her knees knock against each other.

A minute later and his trousers were on the floor. Nagatoro's hands ripped down his boxers, tiny fingers wrapping around it while their tongues still roiled against each other, while her neck was still wringed out of oxygen.

Soon he was inside of her again with his weight pinning her against the door, Nagatoro's petite frame twisting around him, eager and aching for him to turn her inside out. She was so worked up that when he pulled back from their kiss and took the hand off her neck to backhand her, she came, squirting and squealing. Her tongue fell limp outside of her lips.

The stranger stuffed himself balls-deep inside her, hands clenching her ass. Even after everything they did, her tightness still made his toes curl.

"You still need to know your place, slut."

Nagatoro squeezed around his length at that, eyes hazy as she let her arms hang limp on his shoulders.

"Show me where it is, mister." she said, her grin wild. "Fuck me~"

Their words were replaced by the now-familiar cacophony of damp skin and dueling moans.

Nagatoro came again, she was so easy. Her head fell back and she squealed to the ceiling.

Was this really her place? Fucked senseless by some stud as her mind unraveled into nothing but carnal desire? It all seemed so wrong, but it felt like the ultimate conclusion to her coping mechanisms; maybe all the teases she'd given to Senpai, all the times of her brattiness, getting dicked down and owned like this was her ultimate endgoal.

Regardless, Nagatoro knew she could get used to this.

7

Naoto stood in front of Nagatoro's house, his face twisted into a contemplative frown. His brow furrowed.

On impulse, he had left the school grounds during their lunch hour, and his feet had brought him here, to Nagatoro-san. He gulped as he approached the door. What was he doing here? He had only been to her house once at this point, and like she said over the phone, she was sick. She probably didn't want to see him…

He shook his head of his thoughts. But…it's not like he really wanted to see her that badly anyway…or did he? He did walk over here, and he did think about her all morning.

Gah, what was with him? There had been entire days where he didn't even see Nagatoro-san. Why was she plaguing his thoughts on the single day that she'd called in sick since they had gotten to know one another.

He straightened up with a sharp breath, marching towards the door. He'd just ring the bell and see if she'd answer. A few more strides and-

…he pivoted away, eyes clenched tight as he retreated. He couldn't! No way! Shouldn't he have shame!

He could imagine Nagatoro's smug smile, hear her voice in his head, waving around and teasing him.

"Wow…miss me that much in school, Sen-pai~...? So creepy!"

Naoto's eyes watered at the thought, but his feet stopped him. He straightened up again, mouth set in a line as he let his chest fill with another breath. Courage filled him for a moment again. To hell with his fear, he just wanted to see if she was alright. Ring the door bell and leave. There was no way that'd be as difficult as he'd think!

With that he turned around 180 degrees and marched once more to the door. His eyes watered but he powered through it, his arm reaching out, finger poised for the button…

Ding, dong!

The bell rung out in the house.

Naoto was close to panting, his heart was hammering so hard in his chest. He did it!

He trained his eyes on the door in front of him, posture ramrod straight. His pulse beat like a drum.

…but nothing happened.

The mental image of Nagatoro-san cracking open the door and teasing him about being a creep for visiting her never manifested. After a couple minutes, Naoto just let out a sigh, and turned to leave.

She was probably sleeping anyway. And besides, in his rush to get here, driven purely by impulse, he didn't even give her a meal or treat or anything. It was probably for the best that he didn't see her.

He just hoped she was feeling okay.

8

Behind the door that Naoto had just been standing in front of, Nagatoro let out a muffled squeal as she came , her body wracked by more waves of endless pleasure as her womb was stuffed and stuffed again to the brim with a grown man's cum.

She was bent over and forced to brace herself against the door as one of his hands clamped itself around her mouth.

The stranger had told her who was at the door, and even if she panicked, he forced her to stay and get fucked raw by him despite the fact Senpai was literally a few feet in front of her. More than at any other point in their morning, Nagatoro had tried to pry herself away, but he was too strong, the pleasure he gave her too all-encompassing. So she just took it, her hapless noises muffled by the grip of his palm against her lips.

"God, you were tighter than ever with that kid on the other side of the door," the stranger breathed, catching his breath as he slipped his cock out of her, cum spilling out in a cascade of syrupy seed between her legs. His hand squeezed her asscheek. "I'm gonna have a lot of fun breaking you in the next week…"

Nagatoro couldn't say anything, not when she was still shuddering from the climax that still pulsed through her. A dazed smile was spread on her lips. Senpai…she had just been fucked and creampied with Senpai on the other side of the door…

The madness of it all made her feel better than every other orgasm of the day combined.

The stranger left soon after, leaving Nagatoro alone as she lay there catching her breath, forearm crossed against her eyes. Her lips were still in a stupid grin and her cheeks were pink.

Thank you for dropping by, Senpai…

Even if he didn't see her and even if he didn't know it, Naoto's visit had made Nagatoro's entire day. And even if his mind wandered to her as he spaced out in class, he didn't have any reason to worry: as she lay there, an overstimulated bundle of nerves on the front step into her house, cum pooling out between her legs, Nagatoro was feeling more than okay.