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Understanding Hentai Logic Through Questionable Psychology 24
🕑 Added 2023-05-04 03:30:52 +0000 UTCLife was good.
And then your phone rang.
Not that it stopped Yukiko, her head bobbing up and down on your lap, a bottle held on her right hand, its cap on her left, while she was giving you a perfect, hands free blowjob. You hummed, patted her head softly, and grabbed your ringing cellphone.
You saw the caller ID was Mizuho, so you answered the call, resting your hand on top of Yukiko's head and guiding her gently while using the other to raise your phone to your ear. "'ello," you called, a cheerful tone to your voice, hard to be in a bad mood when a beautiful young woman was sucking your cock with such fervor and skill, "not that it's unwelcome, but it's unusual for you to call in the morning. What's up, Mizuho?"
There was only a moment's pause. "Good morning," her voice came in through the phone, clear and crisp. The wonders of modern technology. "I just thought of you today. Would you be okay with meeting me this afternoon after work?"
Unusual. She usually set things up with a little more warning than a couple hours. But well, you were not opposed to meeting her, and it wasn't just because she was super hot. Honestly you were shocked how much time you had spent with her considering you hadn't really... made her one of your women the same way you had with the rest.
You caught yourself just before letting your voice out in a rather undignified groan, caressing Yukiko's head as she intensified her blowjob, her tongue swirling around the tip of your head for a few moments before she plunged down and deepthroated you briefly, before dragging her lips all the way up, pressing them against your shaft, and using the tip of her tongue to flick the opening of your urethra, the slit at the tip of your glans.
Your hand grabbed a bunch of her hair and she almost went limp in preparation, relaxing entirely as you pushed her to take down the full length of your cock... or rather, you simply guided her, she took you down her throat all on her own, once more, relaxing almost like she was melting around your cock. This time you did groan a little.
"Ah... I can hear it. Are you currently having sex?" Mizuho's voice asked through the phone.
"Y-Yeah," you groaned, "my assistant's sucking me off right now," you said. "It's part of work," you defended yourself, somehow feeling like she might be judging you for mixing business with pleasure like that.
Yukiko made more noises, as she reached the limit of her tolerance and resistance, gagging, choking and desperately trying to keep from making a mess as your cock occupied her airway and prevented her from breathing.
"I see..." she muttered. "I believe I remember her... yes, the young girl, a college student, dark straight hair?" she asked.
"One and the same," you groaned, screwing your eyes shut and allowing Yukiko to come up, spasming, gagging and choking all the way.
"Did you choke her on your cock?" Mizuho's voice asked on the phone. "I can hear her."
Yukiko pulled entirely off your cock, coughing, spittle flying from her mouth, saliva and phlegm coming out as she hacked, coughed and tried to regain control of her breathing.
"You enjoy that, don't you?" Mizuho's voice asked. "You enjoy feeling her choking and gagging around your cock. It feels great when you do it, doesn't it?" she asked.
"Yeah," you admitted. It felt amazing. For multiple reasons, not just the incredible feeling of her throat spasming around your cock, but also just the devotion in her eyes, as they filled with tears, and the determination to prove that she could handle it just as well as any of the older women who deepthroated you... combined with that tiny little bit of insecurity, when she inevitably failed... Yukiko really was a treasure. She might not be a milf like your primary target range, but she certainly had a lovely charm all her own.
"Are you gonna do it again? Choke her on your cock? Shove her down and keep her there until she passes out?" Mizuho's voice was coming in warmer, hotter, almost like you could feel her hot, humid breath on your ear, as she panted into her phone. You could even hear the beginnings of her own loss of control.
You wondered if she had unbuttoned her blazer, if she had hiked up her tube skirt. You could picture in your mind's eye, one of her hands holding the phone up, the other on her chest, grabbing onto her colossal bosom, her sweat making the white button up cling to her chest and body, becoming transparent, the heat of her arousal causing her to sweat intensely, her white bra standing out as her shirt plastered to her skin.
Yukiko discarded the jar she was initially intending to fill, and now used her hands to service you as well, taking about half of your shaft into her mouth, while using her hand to grip and stroke your spit slick shaft, while the other cupped your balls, her thumb running along your scrotum skin and teasing your testicles within.
The assistant's moaning voice floated up from between your legs, as she let out a small, lustful and very erotic moan while sucking your cock. She was clearly turned on beyond belief. Yukiko was a beautiful girl normally, but entranced by your cock, she was breathtaking.
And yet, you couldn't focus on her, it was hard to focus on her, because you could hear the eroticism overflowing from Mizuho's usually calm and collected voice, to hear her losing control over the fact that she was listening in to Yukiko's service, that the mere idea of you getting your dick sucked could turn her on to this extent... To contrast that with her professional image... it was sweet, lewd and amazing, an image you could jack off to for sure, and to be able to enjoy it while at the same time partaking of Yukiko's devoted, lovely mouth...
For a moment you imagined that the hot, wet and tight paradise half your shaft sank into wasn't Yukiko's mouth, that the wet pair of lips you slipped past was instead Mizuho's labia, and the throat that you slipped down was Mizuho's vagina, and your hand brought Yukiko down forcibly until she kissed the base of your cock, with a growl.
"She's choking on your cock," Mizuho's voice came through the phone, "she's choking, she's gonna choke, she's gonna asphyxiate," her voice was coming in halting, short sentences, accompanied by short little pants. No doubt her hand had descended, made the journey under her skirt, now hiked up to expose the slightly more opaque crotch of her tights, her bright white cotton panties, along with the massive wet spot around that was expanding over her mound, becoming exposed, and then her hand would begin playing with her mound over her clothes, unable to take them off in the heat of the moment, one handed as she was, she desperately would have to seek comfort however she could.
She was so desperate for you, for your cock, that she couldn't hold it in, masturbating as best as she could. Maybe she was even using the corner of her desk, at her office, rubbing her mound against it, panting feebly, wishing desperately that it was your cock instead.
Wishing desperately that the one between your knees was her, and not Yukiko.
But it was Yukiko in the end, and to her, you conferred the reward for a job well done, holding Yukiko firmly in place as you growled out your orgasm, announcing it with a shameless, vulgar shout of "I'm cumming!!"
Your semen erupted from your balls like a geyser, you actually even got up on your feet, pushing your wheeled chair back until it struck the wall behind you and to the side of your desk, putting the phone down on the desk and grabbing Yukiko's head with both hands, fucking her throat and pounding it hard, making absolutely sure that not only were you kicked over the edge, but that you would prolong your orgasm and give Yukiko every last drop of burning hot semen, enjoying the tight, wet and warm confines of her mouth to the very last instant, until your cock was so hypersensitive that you were forced to pull back, staggering away from the stupefied assistant, almost collapsing yourself, managing to catch the armrest of your chair and pull it back so you could sit on it.
Panting, you grabbed at your phone, and brought it back up to your face.
"Sorry, that was a bit more intense than I thought," you said, chuckling a little.
Mizuho didn't respond, you could hear her breathing heavily, a sweet tone to her voice, even as Yukiko was coughing and recovering from the rough throatfucking you'd just given her, though credit to her endurance and adaptability, Yukiko didn't take long to do so.
"R-Right, right, date. You. Me," she said, "there's a... quiet, private place," she said, giving you the address promptly and without delay, "be there, eight thirty pm."
You grinned. "Should I bring condoms?" you asked.
There was a moment's pause.
"No," she said, simply, but clearly, even as her voice was cracking a little bit. "I'd recommend eating at least a snack before coming, where we're going, food's going to be the last of your concerns."
"I see," you responded with a chuckle, "then I'll do that," you said. "I'll see you then, Mizuho, don't miss me too much."
"See you then, Doctor," she said, finally. "Don't exhaust yourself too much."
Both of you were done with greetings, so you hung up and put the phone down.
Yukiko's makeup was running, her cheeks were red, her clothes were disheveled and she was looking a little bit frazzled.
So you got off your chair, pushed her down onto the carpeted ground, and hiked up her skirt.
No panties.
"I took them off before coming in," Yukiko said, moaning, "fuck me Doctor," she spoke.
Of course you would. With a grin, you penetrated her, slowly, almost comically gently if one compared this to what you had done to her mouth. Her eyes focused on yours, a silent plea to go harder, to fuck her viciously, transmitted by her eyes.
What an insatiable woman.
"When we're done here, make sure to call Miss Aragaki, tell her something unexpected came up, move her to tomorrow and give her an upgrade free of charge."
"Y-Yes, noted," Yukiko said, as you planted your hands under her armpits and dug your knees onto the carpet, ready to fuck her to oblivion and beyond. Despite having her brain melted by the sex you were about to give her, you had no doubt that she would still perform her job admirably, for that was the Yukiko that you had trained.
Luckily you had spare reserves just in case you lost yourself in fucking your beautiful secretary, because not a single drop of your semen would be going anywhere but Yukiko for a while.
