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Extra 5
"...I'm exhausted."
Letting out a deep sigh, I returned to my room. I had work as an agent today, and I have work again tomorrow. I want to see Peter, but it's impossible today.
...Tossing my clothes into the washing machine, I step into the shower room completely naked.
I turn the faucet, and the cold water cools my body down.
"...Haaah."
I let the water run over me while taking a deep breath.
...I want to.
I turn off the faucet and dry myself with a towel.
I want to.
I take some cookies from the cupboard and eat them while pouring milk into a glass.
I want to... do it.
Frustrated, I try to distract myself with the TV.
Originally, I didn't have work scheduled for tomorrow. I was supposed to finish work today, go to Peter's house, and have a nice, intimate time.
But... it took longer than I thought, and because of submitting reports and all, I have to go to Avengers Tower tomorrow instead.
Placing the empty glass in the sink, I flop onto the futon.
"Peter..."
The once-a-month intimacy I'd been looking forward to. Peter thinks he's the only one who eagerly awaits it, but I look forward to it immensely too.
I'm aroused. But I can't do it.
I have to wait until my next day off, four days from now.
...I have a high sex drive. Or rather, it became high after being with Peter. Feeling the heat and restlessness building in my lower abdomen... I squeezed my eyes shut.
That's right.
...I'll cool this heat down myself.
I got out of bed and pulled open the bottom drawer.
Inside is a small safe. I spin the dial to open it.
Inside is... an adult toy I can't really show anyone. My... adult goods that I don't want Peter to see either.
Outside, it's dusk. I have plenty of time.
...It's been a while. Time to really... masturbate.
I dim the room, leaving only the night light on. ...I play some classical music softly from the speaker... and get into my underwear.
I push the futon and stuffed animals off the bed... and bring a bath towel. Hugging it close... I crouch down.
I take off my panties... rub my fingers over my privates, and close my eyes. And then... off to a world of fantasy—
"...Michelle, you're such a bad girl."
"I-I'm sorry..."
I'm being scolded for eating the pudding Peter bought without asking. ...Ah, no, Peter wouldn't get mad over something like that, but let's just pretend he's scolding me. Yeah.
I cling to Peter, who's looking at me with cold eyes, crying.
"I-I'll do anything, anything, so please don't leave me..."
"...Then, how about a little punishment?"
"Eh?"
I'm pushed down onto the bed by Peter, and my clothes are forcibly removed. As I lie there with my chest and genitals exposed, Peter whispers to me.
"From now, for one hour... you're not allowed to climax, okay."
Saying that, Peter... runs his fingers along my crotch.
"Ah—"
"Hey, don't close your legs."
He scolds me as I try to close my legs, forcing me into an embarrassing position. Then, he touches my labia.
"Ah... ah..."
Teasingly tracing around it, his finger touches my clitoris. Rubbing, stopping, pressing, stopping. He plays with it, alternating the pace.
"Michelle, you really like this spot, don't you."
"Y-yes... it feels... good..."
When it's pinched tightly... a tingling刺激 (shigeki - stimulus/sensation) runs through me, and my hips lift for a second. Instantly, a finger enters my already thoroughly wet, delicate spot.
Moving up, down... shaking, pressing against my entrance.
"I-it's... mh..."
As I'm feeling good and happy, Peter whispers in my ear.
"This is a punishment, remember?"
"Y-yes... I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Peter..."
Even while I'm apologizing, Peter's fingers don't stop. It feels so good.
Then I notice... Peter is looking at me with terribly cold eyes.
"If you climax within the hour... let's break up."
"Eh..."
I don't want that. I absolutely don't want that.
Because I love Peter. I can't live without him.
"N-no, stop—!"
The moment I tried to protest, his finger went deep inside me. His finger reached my G-spot—
I open my eyes slightly... and pick up the vibrator. A long, slender, curved type... the kind with a branching protrusion partway down.
I insert it into my vagina—
"Mnh... Fuuh..."
I adjust it so the branching brush part touches my clitoris.
Then, while rubbing my clitoris with the brush, I stimulate my G-spot with the vibrator.
Again, I close my eyes and return to my fantasy.
"Do you want to break up with me, Michel?"
"N-No... Ugh..."
My clitoris and deepest parts are rubbed, forcing me to deny him through convulsions. I don't want to cum, but the pleasure keeps rushing to my head.
"Peter, stop— stop—!"
Ignoring my resistance, Peter intensifies his stimulation.
"Ngh...! St-stop...!"
He grinds against my G-spot. He targets my weak point, pressing against it relentlessly.
Even when I try to lift my hips to escape, he follows— attacking me over and over, obsessively.
"I'm disappointed, Michelle. I never knew you were this lewd."
"No, no... Stop..."
Resisting only makes him push deeper. He grinds hard and deep, making me feel as if my insides are being lifted—
Jolt—
I easily climax.
"Michelle—"
"I didn't cum...! I didn't cum, so... No, no...!"
I lie, clinging to Peter while sobbing. Then, he smiles happily—
"Oh, so you didn't cum?"
"Yeah, yeah... So—"
"Then I'll go harder, okay?"
"Huh—"
A wet, lewd sound echoes as my vagina—now treated not with the cautious caresses from before, but with rough, violent strokes—is violated.
"No— stop—!"
Instead of gentle rubbing, he pistons in and out repeatedly. My clitoris is rubbed so hard it feels swollen, and stimulation races through my sensitive post-orgasmic spots.
"See, Michelle? You have to try hard to endure it."
"No, no no no— wait! Wait! Stop!"
"No way. This is your punishment."
I try to stop him, to push him away... but I'm forced back with overwhelming strength. The pushing and pulling grinds hard against my G-spot, making me feel like I'm about to cum again.
"P-please... I won't do it again! Stop! Wait! Wait!"
With a firm thrust, my deepest spot—my cervix—is stimulated—
"Ugh...!"
A sensation between pain and pleasure surges from deep within, an unbearable ecstasy. I climax internally.
A deep, heavy climax, as if I’ve become a mindless animal.
"Hah, haah..."
Drooling, I try to escape the lingering sensations—
Peter’s finger presses against my G-spot.
"Wha...?"
"You still haven’t cum, right?"
"Huh, ah, no, I—"
"Do you want to break up with me, Michelle?"
"Uwah..."
No.
We finally became lovers.
I didn’t want to break up, so I shook my head—
"Then it’s okay to keep going, right?"
"Ah, wai—"
Thrust, thrust—my cervix is stimulated. It hits and grinds against my G-spot, and I climax again.
But Peter doesn’t stop, paying no mind to my state.
Over and over, he rubs me—
"Peter, stop! I’m cumming! I’ve cum so many times, over and over, so stop—!"
I climax again.
And even then, as he continues rubbing me hard—
"Squirt... kuu..."
With a squishy sound, I squirt.
...Good thing I laid a pet pee pad on the bed.
Otherwise, it might’ve been soaked.
My head still dizzy from climaxing, I fold the pad... and put it in a plastic bag. I wipe my soaked crotch with soft tissue... and put that in the bag too.
...Well, I know Peter wouldn’t actually be that rough.
But since it’s just a fantasy... well, it’s easier to masturbate when he’s that sexually aggressive.
Yeah.
...Still, I kinda feel bad toward Peter.
But, well, I’m not a masochist, but I do have a slight desire for Peter to wreck me... yeah.
...
I want a little more.
Something stronger.
...
.........
I take a box out from my adult toys.
Peel off the plastic... and pull out a flesh-colored silicone dick.
...A silicone dildo.
The one I sneaked into an adult shop to buy.
...By eye, it’s about the same size and thickness as Peter’s.
It makes a soft patting sound when I tap it with my hand.
...Should I wash it first?
I take it to the sink and rinse it with water.
...
I lay another pet pee pad on the floor... and place the dildo on it.
It’s the type with a suction cup at the base.
Then I wet it a little with lube... yeah, perfect.
I press my vagina against the dildo... and lose myself in my fantasy again.
"Come on, Michelle, keep your hips steady."
"Uu, u, uu…"
"You don't want me to pull out, right?"
"Un, un…"
I was being punished while it was painfully obvious that I had already reached my peak.
"B-but, the condom…"
"Do you not know your place?"
"I-I'm sorry… I'm sorry…"
I pressed his bare penis against my entrance… spreading myself open with my fingers as I let him in.
It felt like my insides were being parted.
My sensitive spots were heightened from having climaxed so intensely.
I squeezed tightly around his fully erect penis, unable to move.
"Come on, hurry up and move."
A light slap on my thigh… and with tears in my eyes, I began to rock my hips.
With wet, lewd sounds echoing… I serviced Peter with my pussy.
"Ah, haa, ha, fu…"
Even though being on top should have let me control the pace… if I slowed down, Peter would slap my thighs or butt… so I moved my hips faster.
A hand reached up from below and grabbed my breast.
"Ya, aah, no──"
"What's wrong? You have to tell me, or I won't know."
"My chest, my nipples… no…"
"Oh? Is that so?"
Peter flicked my nipples with his fingernails.
With my G-spot being stimulated and my breasts played with… I felt like I was about to lose my mind.
Making obscene sounds, I bounced up and down again and again.
"Michelle, you're such a slut."
"I'm, I'm sorry, I'm sorry…"
My mind went completely blank as I rubbed and rubbed… my brain burning up with pleasure, feeling so good.
"I think I'm about to cum too."
"Ah, ah, then, you have to pull out──"
"What are you talking about?"
Peter forced his hands onto my hips… and thrust deep inside, just like 'that time'──
As he pierced me, pleasure shot straight from my pussy to my brain──
"Uwa, aah, aaaa, ah…!"
I came as he ejaculated inside me.
"Fu, fu, uu…"
Trembling, I let my sweat drip onto the toilet seat… and brushed my hair aside.
…I need to take another shower.
The dildo felt really good… but Peter felt even better.
I was supposed to be relieving myself, but instead, I ended up missing Peter even more.
As I thought about this, I tried to pull the dildo out of my sensitive pussy──
Suddenly, my phone rang.
Flustered, I picked it up while the dildo was still inside me… Peter's name was on the display.
D-did something happen?
Worried, I hurriedly answered the call.
"Hello, Miche─"
"P-Peter… d-did something happen?"
"Huh? No… actually, are you okay? You sound really out of breath…"
"I'm fine…"
Hearing Peter's voice made me clench up… ah, crap, the dildo is still inside me.
I-it won't come out.
I can't pull it out in this situation… I can't push or pull it anymore.
And just like that, an idiot was born—a girl talking to her boyfriend while still straddling a dildo.
"O-oh, okay… well, I just, um… wanted to hear your voice."
"I-is that so…"
"…Are you really okay? Michelle?"
"I-I'm fine… I was just… exercising a little…"
I knew it was a pathetic excuse.
With my superhuman strength and stamina, a little exercise like this wouldn't wear me out.
Sweating nervously, I anxiously tried to find a chance to pull the dildo out.
"Nng…"
…My pussy was still sensitive from just having climaxed, and the dildo rubbing against it made me let out a strange noise.
"Michelle…? If something's wrong, I can come over right away──"
"I'm fine, Peter, r-really, I'm fine…"
If he saw me like this, he'd definitely be disillusioned.
If my boyfriend found out I was talking to him with a dildo inside me and my legs spread wide, I'd be too embarrassed to go on living.
My heart would explode from shame.
"…Don't push yourself, Michelle. No matter what happens, I'll always be on your side."
"Can we switch to video for a minute at the end?"
Huh?
My brain froze for a second.
The app we're using lets you start a video call without the other person accepting.
Don't tell me—
"W-wait a sec—!"
I held the phone away, trying to hit the end call button, but in that instant—
Peter's face flashed on the screen.
Then the call disconnected.
Safe? Surely he didn't see anything, right?
That's what I hoped... but the fact that his face appeared means he must have seen—
Ding!
A notification sounded.
One new message from Peter.
It said—
"Sorry"
I crumpled to the floor, overwhelmed with embarrassment.
And as for the fact that I came a little the moment the dildo slipped out... well, let's just keep that to myself.
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