The Education of Desdemona Belti - Part 3: Yutani Oshima

[BlackAkuma]

Dizzy’s mouth seemed to move on its own accord now, saying words without her brains consent. It was as if her body itself wanted to please Yutani and was taking the reigns, saying whatever it needed in order to get the desired result. If the Shoguness had pounder her long enough, there was likely nothing she couldn't have forced Dizzy to say, no depravity she wouldn’t have consented to. She rapidly reached the point where disobedience was unthinkable and would stoop to any low if it meant this woman stayed on top of her just a little longer.

Dizzy’s groaned as Yutani pressed hard into her body for a tantalizing moment, flattening her against the canvas, then groaned again as the woman moved away. The second one was only in frustration, as she hated even a second where they weren’t touching, but the single second of waiting was more than worth it for what came next. Yutani dropped back down with resounding force, making the sound of slapping flesh echo all around them, but this time she was in a different position. The thigh between her legs told Dizzy what was coming before a single move was made, and her heart fluttered in anticipation.

Back. Forth. Back. Forth. The rhythm was deliberate and mechanical, like the steam engine of a mighty train working itself up. Yutani’s body seemed to swallow Dizzy’s with every push, her fulsome curves enveloping the tiny Italian, only to spit her back out a moment later. She would adorn her face with kisses each time she came forth, each time Dizzy would try and bring their lips together, and each time she would be denied, only for the process to repeat and repeat and repeat…

It was maddening. It was brutal. It was one of the wildest, most dominating sensual experiences Dizzy had ever had, and the competition was stiffer than her nipples. There was no need for her to hold back anymore, as she knew there was no way this experience could get any better. Time to let it go. Time to release.

Her legs spread wide, accepted a final thrust from the Shoguness, and then Dizzy came all at once. Her shuddering cry was hoarse, with her throat already ran ragged, but loud enough to make the ears tingle all the same. She shuddered and quivered as much as Yutani’s oppressing would allow as the waves tore through her body and she incessantly bucked against the woman’s thigh to maximize the pleasure. An unmistakable scent filled the air and the juices flowed down her thigh, creating twin pools on both sides of her leg.

Spent. Utterly spent. It took Dizzy a few seconds of babbling before she could speak coherently again. ”So good…oh, fuck, that was so good. Christ, I could do that every day.” She leaned forward as far as she could and tried to plant a few kisses on the Shoguness' arm, wanting to properly worship the muscles that had nearly split her in two.