When Otis was returning from the bedroom, he heard a muffled voice coming from inside Serena’s room. He couldn’t resist the urge to investigate.
He crept up to the door and pressed his ear against it, trying to make out what was being said. At first, all he could hear was a soft murmuring sound, almost like a low, constant hum. But as he listened closer, he began to make out words.
( is this Serena’s voice?) he wondered, his heart racing with anticipation. Without thinking, he quietly opened the door and peered into the room through the gap.
What he saw made his breath catch in his throat.
“Hmm… fu, ah… ah, nhh… nfuu♡”
Serena was sitting on the edge of the bed, her eyes closed and her face flushed with pleasure. Her hand was between her legs, gently rubbing herself through her lacy pants. It had been a long time since she’d masturbated. The last one was before she came to Otis life as a teacher.
Serena loved man. She loved how they looked and how they smelled.
The sensation was electrifying as she began to rub herself gently, feeling the heat building within her. Her breath quickened, and her heart raced as she explored her body with increasing urgency. The pleasure was intense, and she couldn’t help but let out a quiet moan.
“Haha ❤️”
While muttering something, she soon began to touch her pubic area directly through the gap in her panties. She was breathing hard as she moved the material out of the way with her left hand and began to rub her clitoris, which was now fully exposed. She moaned softly as she did this, and her back arched as she continued.
But as Serena continued to rub herself, she kept replaying that scene from the bath with Otis in her mind over and over. The passion in his voice, the squishy sound of his fingers plunging in and out. These thoughts soon made Serena feel too hot for her clothes.
She tried to use the water in her glass to cool her mind and body, but it was futile; her glass was empty, but her body still felt hot.
After setting her nearly empty glass on a nearby table, she stood up, unzipped her skirt, and let it fall to the floor. Her light blue blouse was next. Serena reached behind her to undo her lacy bra. It felt good to take it off, and both the bra and the blouse were tossed on the sofa as she walked toward the shelf.
The cool floor in the room felt good on the soles of her bare feet. Serena open the shelf door, she grabbed the bottle of wine and spun around, closing it with her lip. Serena took a quick drink from the bottle, then pressed the cold glass against her body.
“Oh!” She jumped from the shock but continued moving the bottle slowly across her skin, over her stomach and breasts, pausing at each nipple until they stood away from her chest, stiff and hard. She moaned as she moved the bottle to her thighs, dipping it into the heat between her legs.
Serena could see her reflection in the mirror. She looked at her breasts, cupping the left one in her hand. She gazed at herself as she took her left nipple between her thumb and finger and pinched hard. She gasped as a shock went straight to her pussy, which continued to tingle long after she released her grasp.
Serena gazed out at the night skyline and raised the bottle to her lips.
“Why am I so naughty?”she asked as her fingers lazily traced the outline of her pussy through the soft material of her panties. She sipped her wine, slowly stroking her fingers back and forth as she stared through the glass.
Perhaps it was the wine or the fact that she was horny as hell, but the long neck and the bulb at the end reminded her of a hard cock.
She raised the bottle to her mouth, her tongue circling the end before pushing it in. Serena licked and sucked the bottle like it was a real cock while her hand slipped past the waistband of her pants. Over the soft triangle of hair, her fingers moved. Down past her throbbing clitoral area and between her smooth, wet lips, they continued on until they reached their goal and slid deep into her hole.
“Ahhhhhh…”
Serena’s fingers moved in and out while her mouth worked the bottle. Above her soft moans, she could hear a faint, squishy sound. Instantly, the thought of Otis made her redouble her efforts, the sound increasing.
Her panties were too restrictive, so she set the bottle down and, with her thumbs, slid them to the floor. The soaked crotch stuck to her for a moment, then came free, a long, thick string of her juice trailing behind.
Two of her fingers spread the folds and traced a path up along her inner thigh as I stared, transfixed by the scene.
“Ah, ah, ah… ah… ♡”
(I never thought that Serena was masturbating in a place like this.)
Serena grabbed the bottle again, but instead of her mouth, her wet pussy was the target. She didn’t ease it in either, but rather sank as much as possible into herself in one motion.
“Ohhh God, that’s good!”
She moaned loudly as she did, then bit her lip and took a deep, shaky breath.
“Fuck,” she hissed eventually. She started to thrust in a quick, rhythmic motion, feeling the wine inside stretch her open.
Sliding it almost out, she paused before plunging it back in. Over and over, the bottle moved in and out of her. With each stroke, the tension in her body tightened more and more. She was getting close to the edge. Her pussy throbbed and tingled.
“Yes, that’s it. Fuck me!”
Wine was sloshing from the bottle with her thrusts, splashing up inside her already drenched pussy. She was holding the bottle with one hand, using her free arm to rub her clitoris as she fucked herself.
I could see every detail of her dripping wet pussy. I could see the swelling of her cunt lips as they grew more and more excited. I could even see her clitoris start to poke out from under its hood as the juices flowed uncontrollably. Her clitoral area was purple with desire and pulsed with each little movement of her body.
“Unh,” she moaned with each thrust. “Unh…Unh…Unh.”
Serena leaned her forehead against the cool glass of the window, her red hair hanging in her face, as she continued to fuck the bottle faster.
“Oh…Oh…Oohhh yaaa,” she moaned. “Fuck me, Otis! Fuck my dirty little cunt!”
Serena’s hand was moving at a feverish pace, her orgasm quickly building.
“Yes…Yes…Yes…Ooohhh, a little more. Oh yes, oooohhhh, FUCK!!”
Serena shook as she climaxed, and the bottle pushed deep inside. It pulled almost all the way out as she came, then slotted back in with a messy little splash.
When she finally caught her breath, she slid the bottle from her swollen pussy and took one last drink, savoring the mixture of wine and cum on her lips and down her throat.
Serena then covers her face with her hands in embarrassment. Apparently, it wasn’t just her physical appearance that was lewd, but her serious personality seemed to be offended by her strong sexual desire, and she probably felt guilty about letting it out.
(I see, she’s a swordsman, but she’s also a naughty, naughty girl. Hmmm, that’s really good!)
Serena peaceful reverie was soon interrupted by the sound of the door opening. Otis, her roommate, came rushing in with a tray of drinks. His eyes widened as he took in the sight before him – Serena, naked and exposed, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her pleasure.
“Serena-san, I brought you some drinks,” he stammered, his voice betraying his surprise. “Uh, why are you naked? Are you masturbating?”
Serena blushed, feeling her cheeks heat up with embarrassment. “No, I’m not masturbating. I was just sleeping naked,” she replied, trying to sound as casual as possible.
But Otis wasn’t convinced. “You can’t lie to me, Serena-san. I saw everything,” he said, his eyes lingering on her naked form.
Serena bit her lip, feeling a surge of frustration and anger welling up inside her. She had been caught in a moment of vulnerability, and now Otis was using it against her.
As he persistently accused her, Serena felt her emotions getting the better of her. She began to cry, her sobs stifled by the pillow beneath her face. It was too much to bear – the shame, the humiliation, the fear of being exposed.
And then Otis spoke again, his voice low and menacing. “If you want me to keep quiet about this, become my sex friend. If you do that, I’ll keep quiet.”
Serena’s heart skipped a beat. She had heard about guys like Otis before – guys who used their power to manipulate and control others. But she had never thought that he would do something like this to her.
“Sef, re…?” she murmured, her voice barely audible.
“Sex buddy. In short, I want you to have sex with me. I won’t tell you what you do with your body; you just have to come and have sex with me as soon as I call you.”
Hearing this, Serena was stunned for a moment, then she understood what I was trying to do, and her face contorted in disgust.
‘Oh, there’s no way I can do that!
I understand. I understand. Are you saying you decline?
If you’re not interested, that’s okay. If you don’t want to be friends, I will just inform my father about your actions.
After that, I grabbed the juice and began to leave.
Stop it, please Otis !
“Be quiet and move, you’re blocking me. Get out of my way,” I sternly remove Serena, who is holding onto me, and proceed with the task.
Seeing me act like this, Serena looks around to the left and right as if looking for help, but as a matter of course, there is no one else in the room but us.
With a heavy weight on her shoulders, Serena spoke in a voice that seemed on the verge of disappearing, her slumped posture reflecting her burden.
I understand.
What did you understand?”
“I’m going to be Otis-kun’s sex friend.
It was just what I wanted to hear, but I knew that if I gave her more time, she would start grumbling about it again. I wanted to make this day impactful, so I decided to give it one more push.
“Not enough.
Not enough…?”
‘Get down on both knees in front of me, bow, and beg me to make you my friend. If you do so, I will acknowledge that the term “friendship” holds true significance.”
Serena’s eyes widened in disbelief when I subtly indicated that she should kneel down.
Her wide eyes, wet with tears, suddenly stared at me with intensity and anger. Despite her fear, her voice remained steady and unwavering as she spoke.
Don’t play dumb with me!There’s no way I can do that,” she said.
“Becoming friends shouldn’t be a problem if you’re willing to show a small gesture like bowing your head, right? ”
“That’s not what I’m talking about! In the first place….,”
“I’m not going to argue with you. If you don’t like it, i will just leave. That’s all.”
I stated firmly to Serena, who was attempting to steer the conversation in a different direction, with a stern expression.
I once again pressured Serena to choose, but as anticipated, she refused to change her mind. She gazed at me with tears in her eyes, clutching her shaking body closely. Perhaps she believed that if she continued like that, time would eventually run out and I might change my mind. However, I had no intention of changing my decision. As I began to exit the room, Serena appeared to surrender at last.
She dropped to the ground in front of me, emitting a cry and a hiccup, as she pleaded with me in a stuttered voice, “Please, please, please, please, please don’t go.
Please make me your sex friend.”
When she finishes, Serena slowly lowers her head. The time it took for my teachers forehead to touch the carpet on the floor was very short, but it felt strangely long to me.
The proud swordsman Serena was on her knees, begging me to be her sex friend.
Of course, I had pressured her into it, and she wasn’t enthusiastic about it. Despite this, the thrill I experienced was unlike anything I had ever felt before. The mix of domination, lust, and wrongdoing produced a pleasure so overwhelming that it was a unique sensation for me.
Honestly, the sight of Serena on her knees is so arousing that it’s almost enough to make me climax. The intense pleasure I feel is coursing through my entire body.
I am eager to witness Serena’s dejected appearance, but I know that the timing isn’t right for that. I reply calmly, making sure my voice remains steady,
“If you ask me that much, I have no choice. But to consider you my sex friend,”
Oh, thank you very much.
Serena expresses her gratitude in a soft voice that resembles a mosquito’s buzz.
I chuckle, feeling my throat tremble. I’m certain that if I were to glance at my reflection at this moment, I would see an unattractive smile on my face.
With one arm wrapped around her waist and the other securing the back of her head, I drew her nearer to me.
Leaning in close to her ear, I murmured softly, “Part your lips and let me taste your tongue.”
Naturally, my intention was to engage in a grown-up kiss.
Serena’s tear-streaked eyes and tightly shut lips conveyed her refusal silently, but I could not tolerate her selfishness.
Ouch!
I gripped her hair at the back of her head with my right hand, causing her to cry out in pain. As she looked at me in shock, my teacher, anticipating my next move, opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, appearing on the verge of tears.
Excited by the sight of the pink tongue extended in front of me, I playfully tease it with my own tongue, breathing heavily. “Oh, I can’t wait to taste you teacher!”
I once again ventured into her mouth, and this time, it remained open. I ran my tongue over her teeth, playfully explored the insides of her cheeks, and made her swallow the saliva in her mouth. I thoroughly kissed Serena, savoring every moment, before finally retracting my lips that had been locked onto hers like a leech.
I may have gotten a bit carried away, haven’t I? That’s perfect. So, I removed my pants and then my swim trunks, which were soaked with pre-cum.
I initially planned to stop with just a kiss, but it’s difficult to enjoy such pleasure without ejaculating. To be frank, I was tempted to bring Serena to my room and have sex, instead of attending morning training.
I sat beside her as she lay there in a daze, taking her right hand and placing it around my exposed penis.
I use the word “held” because she didn’t put in any effort, so it felt like she was only partially involved in the act. However, even with minimal involvement, her touch was enough to push my imminent release over the edge.
I pressed my lips against hers and released as much as I could, relishing the sensation of her soft lips on mine and her cold fingers on my penis.
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