Descent
My heart stops, then hammers with a ferocity that's almost painful.
His voice, that voice, it's a nightmare given sound.
Through the slot, Otonari-san's face appears, a sickly grin plastered across it. His eyes, beady and unkind, latch onto me with a gleeful glint. I recoil as if struck, my body tensing, bile rising in my throat.
I'm fuming, my mind reeling, spiraling back to the last days' humiliations that his mere presence conjures. "DON'T TALK TO ME," I seethe through gritted teeth, my voice a venomous hiss. The need to keep my composure for Ken's sake is the only thing that holds back the scream clawing at my vocal cords.
"Well, let me at least greet you, we're neighbors after all," he says, the revolting mirth in his tone piercing me like needles.
"What's with that WINDOW?" I demand, my anger an inferno threatening to burst forth.
He tilts his head, feigning innocence. "I thought to add a little way for me to say hello through the divider," he explains, as if it's the most natural thing in the world. "Just a small slot."
"FOR WHAT?" My voice is a torrent of rage, barely contained. Every word he utters is a reminder of what I've endured, of the vile touch that still seems to linger on my skin no matter how much I scrub.
His grin doesn't falter, but there's a glint in his eyes that speaks of cruel enjoyment. "Just to keep things neighborly," he replies with mock sincerity.
I hate him. I hate that I ever let him touch me. I'm so glad to be rid of him, yet here he is, his face in my space, his voice in my ear. It's a violation all over again, and I'm seething with every fiber of my being.
"Stay away from me," I growl, my voice low and dangerous. "We had a deal."
Otonari-san's chuckle is a low rumble, like distant thunder. "Ah, but can't a neighbor say good morning?"
I don't respond, just glare at him with all the loathing I can muster. I want to wipe that smug look off his face. I want to close that slot and never see his repulsive visage again.
But I hold back, the knowledge that Ken is inside, trusting and oblivious, keeping my fury in check. I won't let this man ruin what Ken and I have. I won't give him the satisfaction.
With a sharp movement, I snatch a nearby piece of laundry—a towel—and swing it at the slot, snapping it shut with a satisfying thud. My heart is still racing, a drumbeat of disgust and fear.
I breathe deeply, forcing my wrath to subside, and turn my back to the wall. Ken cannot know. I won't let him see me like this, won't let him see the monster that lurks next door.
"Ow, that wasn't very nice, you hurt my nose," Otonari-san whines, muffled from the other side.
I barely have time to spit out a disgusted "Good!" when the latch creaks, and the dark void yawns open again.
Before I can react, through the opening, slithers a sight so revolting, so mind-shatteringly obscene, that for a moment, I think I'm hallucinating.
His cock. It's there, an abomination of flesh thrusting through the slot. My eyes are assaulted by the sight of it—big, disgustingly hairy, crooked, and veiny, an affront to all that's holy. It's purple, the color of bruised dignity, hanging heavily as if swollen with sin itself.
It's thick, too thick, upturned in a mocking arc, its girth a testament to the grotesque acts it's capable of. The sight of it triggers a cascade of unwanted, sickening memories—each thrust, each forced moan, each spill of his putrid seed.
My heart pounds, BA-DUMP, BA-DUMP, BA-DUMP, so loud it's all I hear over the blood rushing in my ears. My chest heaves, breaths shallow and quick, as I stare in abject horror at the monstrous member.
My throat constricts around a silent scream.
"Think of it as a gift," Otonari-san's voice is oily, a slimy purr that slicks the pit of my stomach with ice. "I was just thinking that I would present my dick to this horny wife for her to indulge..."
It's more than a sight; it's a vile trigger that evokes shocking recollections—feeling that same disgusting rod pounding into me until I was lost to the abyss of shame. The smell—oh, the smell of him—plays back in my memory with nauseating clarity, the musk of unwashed groin paired with the biting tang of his stale ejaculate.
My body betrays me, stirring a loathsome heat with the shock of recognition. I curl my lips back in a snarl, rage boiling alongside that wretched instinctual response. "WHO would indulge on THAT, huh?!" I spit venomously.
"You can't forget the taste of it, right?" he mocks, and for a second, the visceral memory of the act suffocates me, the disgusting sensation of the thing protruding through the slot throbbing on my tongue.
"That's not true!" A feeble attempt to deny the involuntary memories surfacing in my panicked brain.
Suddenly, Ken's voice filters through the shock. "Elizabeth, what's up? You're raising your voice?"
A surge of adrenaline cuts through the stupor.
"EEK!!!" I squeal, a high-pitched note of panic, as I leap to block the grotesque sight from Ken's unsuspecting eyes.
My body becomes a shield poised before the offending protrusion, my back to Otonari-san's peekaboo pecker. Ken can't see this. It's too difficult to explain; too much to admit. The thought of Ken's innocence discovering this horror is too terrifying to fathom.
I force a breathless, high-strung laugh, feigning an elusive calm I'm far from feeling. "Nothing, just... saw a big spider! It startled me."
"Need me to catch it?" Ken offers, moving closer.
My stomach ties in knots. "No! Stay there, I've got this!" I insist, my voice an octave higher, quavering with the strain of maintaining the facade.
"But yeah, about Asuke," his voice is a soothing lull in the brewing storm, "they still make everything the old-fashioned way there. It's all about the craftsmanship—hand-dyed fabrics, the works."
"Yeah... c- craftsmanship. That's good."
"Anyway, I was reading about the indigo dye process — incredible stuff." Ken's tone is mixed with genuine intrigue and a soft, loving cadence that usually comforts me. "I thought maybe I could get you a nice indigo dress while we're there. You like indigo, right?"
"Y-Yeah, indigo is... is lovely... so… blue…" I choke out, my words halting as the vile tip of Otonari-san's obscene manhood nudges against my butt, the disgusting sensation of his fat, veiny cock against the back of my skirt.
I'm such an idiot — I should have screeched, screamed out, called the police the second that repugnant sight offended my eyes. Instead, I'm here, trying to shield Ken from the undeniable truth of our depraved neighbor trying to insinuate himself between us—quite literally—as I dance on the knife's edge of discovery.
I shift slightly, attempting to reposition myself, desperate to keep Ken from seeing the grotesque bulge rising up the back of my skirt.
"Are you moving away from me?" Ken teases, inching closer, his tone filled with playful warmth. "I haven't even started on the spiders yet."
As Ken steps toward me, I have no choice but to back up against the looming monstrosity tapping at my backside.
"Th-That's right... I— I really can't stand them," I respond with a nervous chuckle, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks.
The insistent force of Otonari-san's hideous member nudges under the hem of my skirt, pressing upward with its revolting heat.
*It's... it's inside my skirt...*
My inner voice is a shriek of abject horror as I feel the hot, bloated intrusion of his flesh against my trembling skin.
I'm panicking now, heart racing, sweat beading on my forehead as Ken gradually closes the distance between us, oblivious to the nightmare lurking within arm's reach.
"Planning for tomorrow's trip is fun - I've been working so hard," Ken continues, unabashedly enthusiastic as he outlines the afternoon we'll spend wandering the quaint village lined with traditional houses and craftsmen at work. "It's nice to do something relaxing."
I nod mechanically, a brittle smile plastered on my face. "That sounds... amazing, Ken," I manage, ducking my head to hide the terror in my eyes.
Behind me, the monstrous erection shifts, Otonari-san clearly taking perverse pleasure in my discomfort. The hefty, horrid thing flutters against me, the sensation revolting, a thickening of fear and disgust congealing in my gut.
Ken's chuckle is easy, heartfelt. "You're getting all jittery just talking about spiders," he remarks, his eyes alight with humor. "I've got you, don't worry."
"I kn- know you do," I whisper, desperation clawing at my throat as I feel the fat head of Otonari-san's erection burrow further up the back of my skirt, lifting the fabric outrageously.
Ken leans casually against the railing, his gaze soaking in the expanse of Nagoya stretching out below. A slight breeze caresses his face, and he seems so at peace, almost wistful.
"You know, sometimes I yearn for simpler times," he muses, a sincerity in his tone that reaches me even through my panic. "Back when there was less... chaos to worry about. This move, all these boxes left to unpack," he gestures to the house, "it's a lot."
"Yeah... a lot..." A thin sheen of sweat glistens on my brow as I feel the nauseating throb behind me, insistently pushing against the back of my thighs. "We still... need to sort through... the living room stuff."
Otonari-san's dick, disgustingly warm against me, nudges upwards with an obnoxious persistence, pressing insistently against the cutesy white cotton of my panties.
"And records!" Ken's face lights up in sudden enthusiasm. "Remember the old vinyl player we found in that antique shop? It'll be great to listen to those classics once we set it up. Like the old city pop stuff we have."
I nod, a false smile plastered on my face as I try to steady myself. "Th-the classics... will be great," I stammer out.
My breath hitches, a soft moan seeping out against my will, as I try to step forward, to distance myself from the monstrosity creeping up under my skirt. It's too close for comfort. Nudging at my soaked panties.
"Ah, Ken, the view is so—"
Somehow, the old man behind me pushes aside the white fabric of my underwear, using only the thick head of his cock. My breath hitches, and I yelp, stumbling backward. My back slams against the wall, and I'm skewered — his cock stretching my pussy lips wide, filling me without consent or finesse.
"UHH-Ahhhhh!" The yelp is torn from my lips, echoed by the grotesque SCHLUCK as he plunges into me. It's too much, too sudden — I can feel my cunt being squished open, invaded, and claimed.
"Elizabeth?!" Ken spins around, alarm etched on his face.
I gasp, my legs trembling as I bear the unspeakable pressure inside me, the feeling of being split wide by Otonari-san's penetrative force.
"Th-there! I...thought I saw it again! The sp- But... haha... I'm okay... really!"
My words come out in halting gasps, my mind racing to find an excuse, to quell the sudden swell of heat that mingles with my shame.
"Are you sure? I can check..." Ken offers, his concern palpable as he takes a step towards me.
"No!" I rush out, my voice hoarse. "Could you... maybe ch-check the far side of the balcony?"
Ken hesitates but nods slowly. "Alright, Elizabeth, if you say so."
With Ken's back turned, I press a hand to my mouth, biting down on my lip to stifle any more sounds that threaten to betray me. I can feel Otonari-san's thick cock rooted inside me, a vile intrusion that fills me to the brim.
I'm frozen, my back flush against the plastic wall between our service yards.
My neighbor's revolting mass hunches behind me, every labored breath a gurgle of his sickening, violating desires. The gruesome pressure overwhelming my quivering body is all-consuming, the thickness of Otonari-san's cock impossible to ignore. It invades me, stretching and filling me in the most unwelcome way, my pelvic muscles straining and tensing around its girth, trying—and failing—to expel the unwelcome intrusion.
My cheeks burn with heat, betraying my turmoil as I grip my skirt, my knuckles white. The ridiculousness of being pinned by Otonari-san's grotesque erection, like some skewered piece of meat, isn't lost on me.
"Uhhnnn..." I gasp out, every part of me stretched obscenely around the swollen invader. His cock is so upturned, so unyieldingly stiff, it pushes against my insides aggressively.
Ken's footsteps approach, his voice casual. "Nice weather today, huh? Maybe after you deal with that spider..."
"AHH-hnnn—yeah, lovely weather..." My halting reply is smattered with high moans as I desperately try to lift myself off the monstrous dick splitting me open. My tiptoes barely take my weight before panic forces me back down, impaling me deeper on the pulsing member.
It feels like my stomach is being rearranged. The repugnant flesh stretches my insides further than they've ever gone, setting afire every tingly nerve center along the way. His stench, a putrid mix of sweat and mold, wraps around me from behind, drifting through the opening… like a noose tightening with every wheezing grunt that emanates from behind the plastic wall.
Otonari-san's breath, heavy and hot, froths through the gap. "Come on, Mrs. Perfect," he hisses, his voice the vile rasp of a snake. "Let's see if you've remembered how to treat your favorite neighbor."
My heart lurches—I can't scream, can't do anything but lean into this vile human barricade, praying that Ken remains none the wiser.
"Just thinking of heading to the store. Need anything?" Ken's voice is so normal, so innocent in the reverberating echo of my adulterous sin.
"N-no... Ngghh... got everything here..." It's a miracle the words come out.
Right then, Ken's hand lands gently on my shoulder. His concern is an intimate presence that'd usually be a comfort, but now it's a Molotov cocktail to my spirit.
"Or a walk—going for one now would be nice. You coming?" His suggestion is a tender tonic for any other day.
"Can't... oh, ohhh, can't move right now," I manage, my controlled grip on reality falters as I feel the pressure build inside my ravaged cunt.
The wall rattles with a loud SMACK. Disgusting! I can feel the ripple effect of Otonari-san humping against our divider, his cock sliding further up into me like some hellish battering ram.
My skin crawls, every filthy squelch reverberates through my body. I cover my mouth with both hands now, my eyes screwed shut as I ride the awful surge of repulsion and reluctant pleasure.
"Ah—mmh!" I struggle to muffle a moan, the fullness overwhelming. It's exactly like he's stretching me open, an unyielding pole shoved way deep, my insides coiling around the nauseating intrusion. My pelvic floor muscles scream, stretched too wide, filled too completely, and my stomach clenches as if repelling a foreign object.
I can't look suspicious; I can't be caught.
Ken, still so sweet, so naive, so utterly unaware of the grotesque tableau on the other side of the wall. "Elizabeth, you look a little flushed, you sure you're okay? Nothing to be embarrassed about if you need help!"
I force a smile, "Yes, I'm fine! Just the heat," I murmur, my voice unnaturally high.
"Want to go out for a walk? It's such a lovely day. Maybe it'll help you cool down a bit."
Behind me, I hear the meaty slap of flesh and the ghastly, slick noises that fill the desolate space between the yards as Otonari-san moves. It's straight-up biological, the sheer vulgarity of our flesh melding grotesquely in such close proximity to Ken. The wet suction sound of my pussy trying and failing to expel the horrid mass violating me is almost deafening.
"Elizabeth, you're shaking," Ken says, his voice filled with concern.
"I'm just a little c- cold…"
Ken's hand lands on my arm, warm and comforting. "You sure you're okay?"
"I- I'm fine," I stammer out. My voice is pitchy, high, and shaky. I'm teetering on the edge.
Ken's gaze is filled with concern, but also... something else. His eyes glint with a strange mix of curiosity.
"You... seem turned on," Ken observes, his voice low and husky.
His comment throws me off guard. "W-What?" I stammer out, my voice barely above a whisper.
"You're flushed, your breathing is heavy, and you're... moaning," Ken says, the corners of his lips lifting in a small, teasing smile. "Are you... excited?"
"No! I- I'm just-" I try to come up with an excuse, but I'm cut off by a powerful thrust that sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through me.
"Elizabeth, if you're feeling... adventurous, I'm game," Ken says, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. A shockingly naive contrast against the backdrop of my violated cunt.
Before I can protest, Ken's lips are on mine, his hands sliding up my sides.
"I mean—AH! I—am… I mean, I—do… find you—unh!—very sexy, Ken..."
I'm leaning heavily against the wall, my hands over my mouth, as Ken's face registers concern. Each thrust from behind the wall sends shivers up my spine, the fat, grotesque cock of Otonari-san buried deep inside me.
Ken misreads my distress, his gaze softening. He leans in, his lips capturing mine in a deep, passionate kiss. It's everything I'd usually crave from him, but now it's laced with a sickening guilt.
"Unnhh—Mmmh!" I can't help the moans escaping into his mouth, each one matching the rhythm of Otonari-san's invasive thrusts.
Ken, oblivious, seems encouraged by my responses. His grip on my arms tightens as he pulls me closer, deepening the kiss. "Wow... you're really into this," he murmurs against my lips.
"Ken... k- st-" I try to say, but my plea is lost in a low whimper, my body betraying me, beginning to rock against the force of the thrusts.
He pulls back slightly, his brow furrowed in confusion. "Elizabeth, you're moving so much..."
"Ahhh... Ken, I—"
Squelch-squelch-squelch, the sounds of my wetness, of my violation, are hopefully just quiet enough for him not to hear. Each motion from Otonari-san pushes me into Ken's embrace, my breasts knocking into my husband through my apron.
"Uhh—Nngghhnn… I love you, Ken-chan... I love, I Ngh—Love you!" I choke out.
Ken's eyes light up with love and desire.
My brain feels like it's dissolving into my skull, each thrust from behind sending electricity through my veins.
"You're so beautiful," Ken breathes, kissing me again.
My legs tremble, lifted off the ground by the force of the cock impaling me. It's monstrous, a relentless piston that drives me towards an orgasm I refuse to acknowledge.
I lean into Ken's kiss, silently pleading for forgiveness for my body's unforgivable response. I'm torn between worlds, the loving embrace of my husband and the filthy pounding from the man behind me.
The depraved situation is overwhelming. My mind is fraying at the edges as I feel the climax building, my insides coiling tightly around the invasion.
"Unnnhh... Ohhh... Ken... Ahhh!" My moans are a symphony of internal despair and external love, a twisted melody of pleasure and pain.
Ken pulls away, his hands on my face, searching my flushed features. "Elizabeth, what's wrong? Why are you crying?"
My eyes brim with tears.
"Nothing's wrong... I'm just... so happy," I lie.
I'm locked in a perverse tableau, my arms wrapped around Ken, my legs trembling from the ruthless reaming bestowed upon me by the concealed Otonari-san. It's a vile rhythm set by the squelching impacts, my sobs swallowed by the deep, loving kiss of my husband.
I can feel the press of Ken's love, the weight of his adoration, tight against my skin. His eyes, deep pools of affection, lock onto mine.
"Elizabeth, I love you forever, you know that?" His words are a vow, a pledge of eternal devotion.
But even as he speaks, I sense the telltale twitch of the monster violating me from behind the wall.
"No, no, no..." I chant in my head, "Don't you dare cum in me right now!"
"Don't you dare..." I mutter inwardly, voice smothered by the pressure, "don't you dare cum in me right now!"
But the telltale twitching heralds the inevitable; I can sense the swell of that vile cock, gearing up for one last atrocity.
Ken's voice is tender, loving, "Elizabeth, you mean the world to me—forever and always."
"UHHH AHHH..." It erupts out of me—a half-scream, half-moan—my body convulsing, clenching around the loathsome flesh that fills me.
THROB. THROB. GLOOP. SPLURRRT.
I feel it—the heavy, noxious ropes shooting into my womb.
"Ughh—Ken, I—MMMFFF!" My words die in my throat as I tangle my arms around Ken, anchoring myself in his love, in his trust, even as my insides churn with the sullying slime being pumped ruthlessly into my cunt.
My legs shake and tremble as I try to cope with the repulsive flow. I squeeze my inner muscles tight, determined to keep this latest affront from dribbling down my legs. But the sickly stickiness of it defies containment.
Each jet is distinct—a heavy, sinister splat as it impacts my depths, spreading its heat like a vile infection.
"UHH, AHH," my sounds are pathetic. My mind is melting. "Oh God, oh Ken, I love you so— NGGH!"
Otonari-san's cock, that repugnant hose, twitches grotesquely, signaling another surge of old man seed. I clench desperately, trying to keep the evidence from dribbling down my legs, trying to trap the disgusting mess inside me.
Ken, still kissing me, believes my cries are for him—"You're so passionate today," he comments amid our embrace, "I love you too, so much!"
With my toes curling, my body arching, I'm torn between the warmth of my husband and the disgusting, filthy reality being shot into me from behind.
"Mmmm!!! Mmnnn!!!" My cries, muffled against Ken's lips, are a mix of loving wife and unfaithful whore.
I brace myself against the wall, feeling the slick, sickening ooze of his cum on my thighs. My heart hammers in my chest as I pray for Ken to just walk away, for this nightmare to end.
"Elizabeth?" Ken's voice slices through the thick haze of my shame as I desperately clutch at my skirt, trying to hide the sordid evidence of my violation.
I squeeze my eyes shut, willing the slick, warm ooze to stay within me, but it's futile. A hot gloop of cum escapes, trickling down my thigh with a mortifying squish. I swipe at it frantically, smearing it across my skin in a bold, lewd streak.
The cum bubbled around the obscene cock inside me, threatening to burst forth. I'm on the edge of panic, my breaths sharp and short.
"Huh, what's—"
Ken's phone rings, pulling his attention away. Relief surges within me, the sound a welcome reprieve. He fishes the device from his pocket, his brow furrowing as he answers the call.
I frantically pat the mess with the hem of my skirt, trying to catch the runaways. It's fumbling, clumsy, but there's no time left.
"Ungh…" I whimper, barely audible, as Otonari-san begins to withdraw. The sensation is a grotesque reverse of the earlier invasion, a disgusting pull that threatens to drag my insides out with it.
My eyes are awash with tears.
*What have I done... in front of Ken...*
But Otonari-san isn't done. With a perverse relish, he thrusts back into me, a new volley of rancid cum spurting into my depths. My eyes go wide, a silent scream etched on my contorted face.
SLORP! SPLURTCH!
Ken's voice is distant, muffled by the walls and my own spiraling debauchery. "Yes? How did things end up like that? No, what I'm saying is—this needs clarification."
"Alright, I'll go there…" His voice drifts away, his presence receding with each step.
I bite back a cry, but it escapes in a choked gasp. "UHH! UGGHH!"
I'm cumming.
I can't help it—the position, with my ass up against the wall, has me on my tiptoes. It rubs all the right spots, searing through my consciousness with a depravity that's unfathomable.
Ken's voice comes again, firmer this time. "I'm heading out!"
Through the fog of my ecstasy, I see him shrugging on his blazer, his movements a distant dance. I'm being filled again, Otonari-san's cock swelling inside me, delivering a third, monstrous creampie.
"I'm going to the office for a bit…" Ken announces, oblivious to the grotesque scene hidden just inches from him.
"S-s-s-sure," I gasp, my voice a pathetic, quivering squeak.
As Ken exits, the door closing with a finality I can't bear, I slip from Otonari-san's still-thrusting dick. I collapse onto the service yard floor, my body heaving with sobs.
SPURT! SPLURCH!
The air is thick, clogged with the scent of my own shame.
My body is splayed in disarray against the wall, spasms of disgust wracking through me as the aftermath of all those creampies begin their slow, degrading escape. The cum, a vile concoction from Otonari-san's aged, fat-ridden balls now bubbles and froths from my abused cunt. Each spurt is visible, a stringy, glutinous mess that clings to my thighs like the tendrils of a jellyfish, thick and repulsive.
It's a sickly off-white, yellowing at the edges where the oxygen has hit it hardest, the color of curdled milk gone bad in the summer sun. It's chunky, the lumps a testament to the degrading force it was shot inside me with, making soft plopping noises as they hit the ground. The stench is overwhelming, an unholy mix of bleach, unwashed groin, and something darker, more insidious. It's the rotten stink of cum that's turned vile from being stored too long in the depths of wrinkled, hairy flesh.
Otonari-san's mocking voice drifts through the hole above my shoulder, each word a barbed whip lashing my already raw senses.
"Your husband is also on duty on Saturdays? How awful. Well then, how about we continue this at my place?"
Revulsion grips me, but I can barely muster the energy to respond. "There's... no way... I'll... g..."
"My doors are unlocked, so please feel free to come inside my apartment," Otonari-san says, as if inviting me to afternoon tea.
His cock reappears through the hole, a menacing serpent that reeks of sex and depravity. A long, filthy strand of cum dangles from its head, swinging like a pendulum as it nudges against my cheek, leaving a viscous smear on my skin.
"There's... n—"
—
"I- I'M C- CUMMING!!!!!!"
The words tear from my throat, a raw and primal acknowledgment of the unfathomable wrongness of my ecstasy. The room is a blur of filth and depravity as Otonari-san's immense bulk pins me beneath him, grunting and heaving.
There are no clean lines or soft edges here; the room is squalid, the air thick with the stench of sweat, cum, and the sour tang of unwashed flesh.
But I don't care.
His flesh is hot and slick against mine, each thrust an eruption, each orgasm a scorching torrent that fills me to bursting. I can feel it—the glutinous warmth of another creampie, the umpteenth dose of his vile seed, injected deep within my spasming pussy.
The truth is undeniable, horrific: Ken cannot satisfy me like this lecherous beast, this repulsive creature whose sheer force and unwavering stamina tap into a dark, twisted craving I never knew I possessed.
I'm a ragdoll in Otonari-san's grasp, my limbs splayed, my eyes rolling and crossing as wave after wave of intense, filthy orgasms wash over me.
As Otonari-san grunts above me, his sweat-drenched face contorted in a grotesque mask of lust, I'm lost to the pounding of flesh on flesh, to the gutteral roars of his climax as he spills his rotten seed into me once more.
My nails claw at the threadbare fabric beneath us, every shred of my being focused on the thick, unyielding rod plundering my depths. I'm being fucked into oblivion, and as much as my soul screams in denial, my body convulses in wanton acceptance.
"I- I need it!" I confess, my hips rising to meet each of Otonari-san's brutal thrusts.
And as my body shudders under the weight of yet another soul-obliterating orgasm, I can't help but wonder: Is this my punishment? Or is this my true, depraved nature being ruthlessly uncovered by the monster who knows how to exploit it?
My clothes are strewn haphazardly across the tatami floor, my apron lies crumpled, stained white panties flung asid, my bra discarded.
Each hefty thrust draws a spectacle of physical obscenities: my body jolting, my tits—full and pale—their bounce like obscene applause for each pound of his grotesque cock. His sweaty balls slap against me, the wet echo of flesh on flesh is sickeningly loud.
My breath is ragged, my sobs punctuated by the lewd, ungainly loll of my tongue as it hangs out of a mouth too dry to scream properly.
"Y-You were supposed to leave... us... alone..." I manage to whisper, a tear streaking down my cheek. "This—wasn't our deal."
His mocking voice floats above the squelch of our colliding bodies.
"Deal?" Otonari-san's laugh is cruel, jolting through the room like an electric current. "You came here to get fucked. So I don't know what you're talking about."
"But I—" I try to protest, yet every attempt at dignity collapses with the sheer force of his pounding.
"I just showed you my dick, and you scampered over like a bitch in heat," he taunts, his fingers digging into my flesh.
SQUIRT. SQUIRT. SQUIRT. My body responds with a vulgar betrayal, squirting copiously with each slam of his hips.
"That's not..."
"How about you admit it already?" he grunts, his cock swelling impossibly within me.
-BLURT-
I buck underneath him, succumbing to the waves of reluctant ecstasy.
"Can't get satisfied from your husband's dick anymore?" His voice taunts me, each word underscored by his relentless fucking.
"Uunnghhh... UhhnnHHHH," I moan, the sound pathetic and broken.
"Come on," His mockery is unforgiving. "My dick is thicker and harder than his, right? How about it? Which one feels better. This one feels better, right, you cheating slut?"
My body seizes as he bottoms out, the full length of his shaft punishing inside me.
"D-don't joke around... Ken is better... of course.... t-this thing is only big and it's...." The lie is clear, even to my own ears, as I feel his thick head bumping against my cervix. "Not reall... that great..."
"Stubborn, aren't we? How about I get serious?"
The squish of his sweaty flesh against me grows more insistent, his hands gripping my wrists, pinning them to the tatami. He's relentless, an engine of brute force that drives deep, slamming into me with an intensity that heralds a dark, tormented end.
"Let's see how long you can keep that lie up," His lips curl in a vile sneer, oh so close to my ear. "How long can you deny the truth, Elizabeth? This—"
My eyes glaze over as I feel him swell, twitch, throb again.
"—is where you belong."
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"Mmmm... UUUhhhhh... AHH!!!"
I'm forced onto all fours, the rough texture of the tatami under my palms and knees. My breasts sway heavily below me, clapping together with every forceful jolt of his monstrous body colliding against my ass.
"Yeah, shake those titties, you fucking American whore!" My ass jiggles, the onslaught of his heavy body turning each round of flesh into a quaking mass.
"UHHhh... I'm no- not... AUUUGHH!!!" The words are lost in the guttural noise emanating from deep within me, my tits slapping one another audibly—fleshy sounds that betray the ferocity of each fierce ram.
"You're so pathetic," he sneers.
"UgHHHh… N-Noo..." My head hangs limply, hair matted against my sweaty face, breath tortured by each oppressive thrust.
A torrent of abuse rains down on me, "Weak, soft American housewife, made to be fucked."
My body jostles, breasts clapping in relentless applause to the degrading revelry. My nipples drag ignobly across the mats, inflamed and hypersensitive.
"Such a bad wife, breaking for my dick."
The monstrous cock rails me, animalistic and foul, dragging upward, pressing unbearably deep. I'm overwhelmed; each ferocious impact makes me splutter filthy affirmations.
"SOOoo GOOOD... ughhh... you're... STOP... hitting all... NnOO!!!"
"Admit it, you love this cock," Otonari-san pants, his thrusts growing uneven with his looming orgasm. "Admit it's making that tight little pussy of yours feel so good."
"Stop d- dis... NO!!!"
Spankkkkkkkkkkkkkkk! The sound arrives like a judge's gavel, followed by searing heat as Otonari-san's palm tattoos another red mark on my other luscious asscheek.
I whimper in response, unable to form words, my mind clouded by the raw, animal need that's overtaking me.
His cock feels immense, like it's breaching me in places I never knew existed. The pressure is unspeakable; I swear I can feel the head nudging at—and then impossibly breaching—my cervix.
"UUUUGHHHH!!!" I scream as I feel his semen erupt, feel it jet forward, splurting directly onto my ovaries, basting them with his vile seed. The sensation is a twisted violation, violating the innermost sanctum of my womanhood.
Another orgasm overtakes me, a cataclysmic tidal wave that obliterates my senses. My pussy convulses around him.
"UOOOH GODDDD, I…"
Otonari-san's laughter is a cruel baritone, cold and mocking. "You're getting dumber and dumber..." he gloats over the visceral orchestra of squelch and slap. "My cock's pulverizing your puny brain into cum-drunk scrambled eggs."
I can barely breathe, let alone process his words. But I know they're true.
In this moment, I am nothing but an empty vessel being filled and refilled with his disgusting pleasure.
My moans dissolve into senseless pleas for release, for reprieve, for something – anything – that might scatter the heavy shroud of lust clouding my thoughts. His grunts, thick and guttural, provide the bassline to the music.
"UUUUhhnnnghh!!!" I cry out, my spine arching in a desperate arc, instinctively trying to flee the relentless pounding.
"You're nothing but a sweet, clueless piece of fuck-meat, begging for my seed," he declares, punctuating every thrust with a vicious slap to my quivering ass.
"I'm CUMMING AGAIN!!!" My mindless declaration sets me into a maelstrom of mindless convulsions, my muscles tightening around the thick girth plundering mercilessly inside me.
My breasts, heavy and pendulous, swing forward with each brutal impact, the sound of my moist, sloshing pussy barely audible over the rhythmic clapping of my flesh.
"OOOH GOD, please... NNNGHHH!!!" But my anguish only fuels his fervor as he inseminates me again, his insults cutting deep.
"Stupid American,"
"Hhh—"
"Bitch housewife."
"UUUUGHHH!!!"
"Filthy cheating whore."
"NGHHH UUUHHHH! MMMPHHH!!!" I protest around a throat choked with sobs and spasms, my mind fracturing under the ceaseless assault.
With each wave of heat that floods my insides, strings of filthy wetness leak down, his thick, curdled cum decorating my thighs in a vile lace.
SPLAT.
He pulls out suddenly, leaving me gaping and empty – until the hot spray of his ejaculation splatters across my arched, sweat-slick back.
"Hey, ma'am," Otonari-san breathes heavily, towering above my dismantled form. "I'm gonna fuck you hard till you become honest with me."
I'm hoisted onto my back, my legs flung into the air as Otonari-san takes aim, his sperm cannon locked and ready.
"HHMF!"
With a low groan, he buries himself inside me once more, flooding my womb with another dose of his carnal poison. Each pulse that follows injects me further with a terrifying surrender.
"I'll be honest!" I choke out, sobs cutting each plea. "I'll tell the truth... so please... stop. Your dick feels way too goo—"
"Compared to your husband?"
I'm broken beneath him, a frail thing of quivering, obscene joy.
"It feels so good that my head is going crazy—" A desperate, primal sob wrenches free, "—SO, PLEASE, STOP!!!"
His booming laughter is a dark cloud above me.
"So you'll become my sex friend?"
A silence blooms like a toxic flower, filled with the ringing of my sobs, the pulsing aftershocks through every nerve in my body.
Finally, broken and filled beyond belief...
"I'll do it. I'll be... Your sex friend..."
SPLURRRRT...
Again, he claims me, filling me with another gooey measure of his essence, collapsing atop me, his hot, sordid breath on my neck.
"And that's a deal. As sex friends."
Each of those words, a nail in the coffin of my past life, seals the pact with one last desperate spill inside my overwrought cunt.
"The perfect sex friend," he murmurs, content.
"Y-yesh..." I reply, devoid of life, devoid of any vestige of the woman I once was.