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TCOB: PROLOGUE
🕑 Added 2023-12-12 11:59:29 +0000 UTCAh, Women… [NTR|BDSM]
Seoul
Clyde's gaze—weathered by the vicissitudes of life—stared out the window of his hotel room as he admired the mystical scenery that was the bustling megacity of Seoul. His grizzled stubble granted a spartan shade to his already chiselled features, and the Western blood flowing in his Korean veins added to his already exotic charm.
Slick sweat dripped down the firm bundle of muscle, bones and tendons that were Clyde's torso. His nude hips oscillated in a rhythmic motion as he drove his manhood down the throat of a petite, raven-haired woman. The air was saturated with the thick musk of sex.
"Unng. Umm. Mmmm."
His willing victim laid on her back on a mattress with her head hanging off the edge. With unholy dexterity, he drove his member down her gullet in steady, repetitive thrusts. Her arms wrapped around his thighs as he grabbed onto the sides of her face for traction. The young woman squirmed pathetically in the face of his girth. The manacles restraining her ankles made her token effort at mock resistance even more futile.
Grunting minutely with every thrust, Senior Inspector Clyde glanced down at the apprehended woman. A suspect detained under the charges of attempted infanticide…
She choked as she began shaking her head left and right…trying to create more space for his probing phallus―meticulous in proving her innocence―but her tiny throat could only take so much length. As he watched the beauty below—trying to force his shaft deeper down her throat despite struggling to breathe—Clyde became more aroused. His manhood throbbed inside her tiny mouth…expanding as even more blood flowed into its veins.
*Gasp* *Gasp*
Gazing down and seeing only her chin...with his member filling up her throat, Clyde's manhood pulsated again… Grabbing her soft tits and rubbing them, he started to thrust even harder!
*Garg*
*Uguh*
*Uguhh*
Her throat made sounds every time he shoved himself into it…with an occasional coughing choke where he pulled out, letting her gasp for air as globs of saliva rolled down her face…
On each insertion, Clyde endeavoured to go as far as he could with his testicles slapping against her nose.
It didn't take long before sudden heat and powerful sensations started to overload his nerves! It was then he ejaculated. Thick strands of semen shot into his victim's throat. There was too much to swallow upside-down, so the suspect kept spitting it out. Semen slid down her face. Even going up her nose and causing her choking to worsen.
A short while later, after his manhood had stopped pulsating, Clyde took a step back to better investigate the situation.
The suspect was caught white-faced… a mix of her saliva and his sticky semen that never stopped sliding down coated her face. Some even got into her long black hair, though most collected in a large round pool on the floor.
Clyde squinted slightly at the crime scene.
“I see…” he muttered thoughtfully, “guilty as charged!”
With renewed vigour, Clyde grabbed a fistful of her hair before tossing her away from the edge of the bed onto the centre.
"Mmmm~" The suspect released a pleasured moan as she rolled over with her legs spread apart. Her eyes were hazy as she gazed at the older man.
"Ah… Clyde~"
"Who are you?" The inspector asked calmly as he climbed onto the bed. He towered over her with his schlong dangling freely, casting a grim shadow on her face.
"Nnnngh~"
The officer frowned. He reached down towards the manacles binding the suspect's ankles and lifted.
Suspending more than half her entire weight from the fluff-padded restraint, Clyde struck. Rugged fingers―calloused from years of voluntary fieldwork―wormed their way into her sex.
"Ahhh~"
"Who are you?" Clyde asked again, this time holding her little sister hostage. He glared down at her as his fingers began pistoning into the organ with ruthless abandon.
"Ugh…B-bitch," the suspect slurred. "Y-your bitch. I am your bitch. F-fuck me~"
"Are you ordering me… bitch?" Clyde asked with a sneer.
"N-no."
Clyde's sneer deepened. His fingers pistoned faster.
"Mmmh~ P-lease… Have mercy."
"You have been bad, Woo Hee…"
"Y-yes master. Woo Hee has been a bad girl. P-please punish me~"
Clyde snorted disdainfully as he suddenly pulled and locked his victim in a butter churner. Grasping his member as it pulsed with renewed vigour, he lined its length with her exposed lips before skillfully plunging in.
"Ahhhh~" Woo Hee moaned as Clyde churned her insides with the dexterity of a seasoned buttermaid from the legendary province of Friesland. He pounded her into the mattress with the intensity of a pneumatic pile driver. The bed creaked underneath as the young wife received his unholy ministrations.
Clyde pistoned as he suddenly felt Woo Hee's sex constrict around his member and her spine stiffen. Without hesitation, he twisted and flipped the young woman over onto her chest before placing one foot on her head. With the leverage granted by this improvised kickstand, his positioning speed increased!
Woo Hee twitched as she orgasmed. But the ruthless officer did not pull out of her case…
Purse?
The sound of his testicles slapping against her sex filled the room!
He was pounding it!
Posting on top of her, Clyde continued pile-driving his way inside despite her orgasm.
*Slap*
As if punishing her for daring to climax without permission, the older man slapped the young wife across the buttocks, leaving behind a reddish handprint.
"Ahh~" Woo Hee moaned as her insides clenched on the intruding organ with every slap.
*Slap*
"Mmmh~"
*Slap*
"Annn~"
Each time Clyde entered deep inside her, a shock spread down her cervix, womb, and the rest of her body…making Woo Hee's face distort with pleasure… Once again, drool leaked out of her mouth as she lost touch with the rest of her body.
"Mnnnn~"
"Annngg~" Woo Hee cried. "Master is controlling me... He's doing anything he wants to me... He's dominating me!"
"Shut up, bitch." Clyde grunted as he raised his hand again. "Shut the fuck up and receive my seed."
*Slap*
"Unng! Yes, m-master."
Soon, with his continuous abuse, Woo Hee couldn't resist another orgasm. Her hands gripped the bed sheets as her sex clenched around Clyde’s member. The young woman twitched and squirmed as a stream of body fluids dripped down from her folds.
The officer held the squirming woman firm so she couldn't escape. Despite feeling her insides resisting his intrusion, he didn't stop pistoning. Soon, he also felt a burn in his testicles.
"UGH!" Clyde grunted as he tossed his head back. His body twitched as thick strands of semen pumped out of his phallus into her pussy until it started bursting out the seam.
Panting, Clyde rubbed the young woman's buttocks. Having enjoyed ravaging her so much, he looked down at her in contentment. Like a craftsman proud of his work.
Then, he pulled out and watched as loads of semen spilt from her sex onto the mattress.
But as he admired his handiwork, the inspector heard a voice he thought he would never hear then.
"W-woo… Hee?"
Clyde spun around to see a young man dressed in an officer's uniform standing at the entrance to the hotel room, staring at Woo Hee’s battered form.
'How is that door open?' Clyde thought, confused and mildly shocked.
The cuckold's face was tear-stained and an expression of betrayal marred his usually oblivious features. Yet, for some reason, a prominent bulge was visible in his pants.
“How?” Clyde thought as he looked back at the woman whose ass was still in his hands as she stared shell-shocked at her husband. Despite this, though, Woo Hee's eyes held much more exhaustion and contentment than fear...
Clyde looked back at his hands and realised he was still grabbing Woo Hee's buttocks… But for some reason, he wasn't even willing to let go yet. He knew he could still go one more round.
Sadly… He was caught ass-handed.
“Ai… later then,” mused the senior inspector.
Clyde looked back at the man and finally noticed another officer―a woman―standing behind the cuck as she pouted with a glare at Clyde. Her stern gaze held a hint of jealousy.
It was then Senior Inspector Clyde realized the root of the problem.
“Ah…” he thought ruefully as he clicked his tongue.
“Women…”
