My body begged Miyagi.
He said nothing, just drove deeper, harder, tormenting me with his cock.
"Eek, hah! Ahhh! I'm losing it—I'll break!"
My arms and legs stiffened, back arched, hips lifted, but I tangled my legs around him, refusing to let go.
Time blurred—countless climaxes lost track.
"Miyuki-san, hold your legs."
I hugged my knees as told.
His unrelenting, hot cock slid right in.
Miyagi loomed over me, his chest heaving in my face.
I watched it like some distant scene.
No strength left anywhere—I was totally at his mercy.
He pierced my depths, sealed my lips, his tongue roaming my mouth.
All I could do was take the endless pleasure.
"Sensei, where do you want it?"
"…Hah, ugh, huh?"
Drifting in bliss, I heard him ask.
"My cum—where? Mouth?"
"Auhh…"
He slipped fingers in, pinching and tugging my tongue.
"N-No…"
Not there—I want something else.
He knows that, the sadistic jerk.
"No? Then…"
He pulled his fingers out, stroking my chest.
"On these cute tits?"
"Ahh, eek…!"
My nipples, hypersensitive from arousal, got pinched.
No—not there either.
"Oh? Where, then?"
"…Ugh, ugh…"
I couldn't hold back.
If he kept teasing without giving it, I'd go insane!
I shouted, voice cracking, "F-Face! Shoot it on my face!"
"Good job."
Once I said it, restraint vanished.
Shamelessly, I rushed him.
"H-Hurry, hurry, hurry!"
He pulled out.
Miyagi stepped in front, facing me.
"Sensei, hands behind your head."
"Uh, l-like this?"
"Yes, good job."
I clasped my hands back— he grabbed one elbow, the other hand pinning my head.
"Here it comes."
"Ahh!!"
He aimed at my face and let loose.
"Eek, ee, ahh!"
A torrent of searing pleasure!
Yes—this, I'd craved this so bad!
"Ahh, hot, so hot… my face, ahhh!"
The burning sensation flooded me with intense waves of ecstasy.
Overwhelmed, I twisted to escape, but his grip held firm—no chance.
When he finished, he released my arm.
I couldn't hold myself up.
Arms, legs—nothing worked. I flopped flat, sprawled out.
Straddling my face, he leaned down.
"Miyuki-san, forgetting something? A sex slave's got work, right?"
"…Ahh."
His cock, slick with everything, hovered in front of me.
Right.
Still got a job.
"Gotta… clean it…"
"Yeah. Make it spotless—still using it."
Right.
Clean it…?
Wait.
What'd he say!?
After four times already!?
"N-No more… can't…"
"You said I could use your body however I want, Miyuki-san. Hurry—clean it."
Serious?
Those eyes—dead serious.
"Ugh…"
Resigned, I started wiping his cock with my lips.
Each swipe sent soft, sweet pleasure through me.
After so many rounds, it was softening.
Maybe a break before another go.
Or so I thought.
"Huh… already? Hard again…?"
In no time, his cock sprang back, rigid as round one, brushing his stomach.
"Round five," he said with a grin.
"N-No, really can't…!"
I crawled across the bed to flee.
He grabbed my ankle, yanking me back with raw strength.
Sure, I'd fantasized about this—a man forcing himself on me.
But not now—I'm done.
Tomorrow, gladly—but tonight, no more.
I begged Miyagi over and over— he ignored me.
His demands only grew.
Flipped face-down, told to clasp my hands behind my head again, I obeyed.
He mounted me.
My body surrendered completely, taking his cock deep without resistance.
Each thrust came with, "Say it's good—say it feels good," but I had no strength or will to speak.
When I failed, he spanked me—punishment.
Melting pleasure clashed with stinging pain.
Opposite sensations battered me, and my body reveled in it beyond reason.
Lost in the chaos, Miyagi neared his peak.
I pleaded—no, begged—no more on my face.
He didn't listen—seemed to get off on my desperation.
I can't take it anymore.
I fought to stop the face shot, but resistance failed.
"Ahhh, hot, hot, ahhhh—!"
My lips caught his overflowing lust again.
Something snapped in my head.
And my consciousness cut out.