I yanked her twin tails hard, pulling her back against me as I slammed my hips into hers. I used them as makeshift horns, fucking her relentlessly. Each time my dick drove deep inside her, her vagina clamped down, squeezing me tightly.
“Aaah, i-it feels so good…! Aaah, ahhh, ahhh, ahhh, ahh, fuaaah, hnnn~! Aaaaaaah!”
Her body reacted eagerly to my intense thrusts. I hammered my hips into her ass from behind, the sharp sound of our bodies meeting echoing off the walls.
“Aaah! Ah! Ah! Ah, ah, ah, hii ah!”
I thrust deeper, my dick sliding all the way in.
“Higu! Hiiiii!”
The sounds she was making were loud and undeniably explicit. I was certain that even those outside, indulging in cakes and pastries, could hear the noises coming from the bathroom. Except this wasn’t just any bathroom, nor was it an ordinary cake shop. This bathroom was completely soundproof, designed to keep any noise contained within its walls.
Charlotte, of course, was unaware of this—I hadn’t told her. It was better that way.
Charlotte, unaware that her moans couldn’t escape this soundproof sanctuary, was desperately trying to keep her voice down. Believing that any sound might be overheard outside, she clenched her teeth to stifle her cries, shaking her head and tensing up in a futile effort to control herself. Her mouth was filled with drool, which dripped steadily onto the floor.
“Aaah, nooo! P-Please, be a little gentler! Someone might hear…! Aaaaah!”
Instead of easing up, I decided to be even rougher. I moved my hips faster, thrusting in a relentless rhythm—pulling out and slamming back in, over and over.
“W-What…?! Aaaah, aaah, hiiii! Aaaah, fuaaaah! N-No…! I… I… Someone might hear us…!”
I tightened my grip on her twin tails as I pounded into her with such force that her ass turned bright red.
“Hiiiii! Aaah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ahhhhhhhh!”
I could feel her pussy clamping down on my dick, tightening like a vise. The sensation drove me wild, and I decided to finish this round with a bang, making sure we’d both cum at the same time. The pressure built up, my balls tightening as the pain of holding back my cum reached the perineum. I thrust one final, brutal blow deep into her pussy, aiming straight for her womb with the intention of filling her with my cum.
“Hiiiiiiiiiii?!”
I rammed into her with all my might, my cock piercing her womb. Charlotte screamed, her eyes wide open as her tongue lolled out, her body shuddering from the overwhelming pleasure.
At that moment, the white, muddy liquid erupted from me, spilling over her womb in a gush.
“Aaaaah, i-it’s coming outtttt, ahhh, aaah! I’m cummingggggggg~!” Charlotte’s voice echoed through the cubicle as she arched her back, her entire body trembling with the force of her orgasm. She was past the point of caring, her moans spilling out freely.
With a final, deep thrust, I emptied every last drop of cum into her, the heat of release washing over us both. As I pulled out, Charlotte collapsed forward, her body spent. A steady stream of white liquid trickled down her inner thighs, leaving a slick trail in its wake.
***
Charlotte’s POV
“Sit down on it,” Leon commanded.
I stared at his dick, still standing tall and proud, its tip flushed and pulsing, as if demanding attention. It glistened with the mix of my juices and his, a slick sheen that made it seem even more imposing. The memory of how it had ravaged me earlier sent a wave of heat through my body, making my thighs quiver.
I took a shaky breath, swallowing my nerves, and turned away from him. With my back to Leon, I straddled him, feeling the heat radiating off his body. My hand trembled slightly as I reached down, grasping his thick cock. My fingers slid easily over its slick surface as I guided it towards my pussy, still dripping with his cum. Slowly, I began to lower myself, feeling the firm tip of his dick press against my entrance.
I felt my flesh tremble at the contact.
I lowered myself further, and his dick pushed inside me.
“Fuaaah, haaa…” I moaned, feeling my insides stretch around the thick shaft. The sensation was intense, my pussy straining to accommodate him as he filled me completely. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, I sank all the way down, my ass settling onto his thighs.
“Aaaaah, haaaa…” The feeling of being stuffed so fully made me gasp, my body shivering as I took a moment to adjust.
After catching my breath, I slowly lifted my hips, feeling his cock slide almost all the way out, only to sink back down onto him.
“Haaa, hnnn…”
My hips rocked up and down, riding his cock with a rhythm I controlled. This time, I was the one driving the pleasure, but I couldn’t shake the disappointment. Despite my efforts, the pleasure felt muted, elusive. I couldn’t pinpoint the exact spots that made me feel good, and it left me feeling a bit let down.
I glanced over my shoulder, catching Leon’s smirk. He seemed to be thoroughly enjoying the situation, which only fueled my irritation.
“Fuaaah, aaah, hnnn, ahhh…”
I was trying to find that sweet spot that made me feel good, but then I realized that I was the one doing all the moving. It was embarrassingly obvious that I was in control of the situation. While there was a certain pleasure in it, it was also mortifying. It felt like I was admitting that I was enjoying this, like a pervert, which I wasn’t.
But I wasn’t here for enjoyment. I was just his prostitute, nothing more. After four more sessions like this, our contract would be over, and I’d be free from him.
“Aaaah, hhnn, aaaah, fuahhnn~ Aaaah, aaah, haaaaa~”
My hips began to move faster, the wet, slick sound of flesh slapping against flesh filling the cubicle.
I could feel the pleasure intensifying with every thrust.
Suddenly, Leon began to move in sync with me, hitting all the spots that drove me wild.
“Aaaah, aaah, ahhh, fuaaah, aaaah, hiii, hnnnnn~!”
His powerful thrusts pounded into me right where it felt the best.
My eyes rolled back, my head tilted, and I found myself biting my lip to stifle my moans.
The wave of pleasure was building up, a huge surge about to crash over me.
But just as I neared that peak, the door to the cubicle swung open unexpectedly.
“Mm?”
“Eh?”
In the doorway stood a woman with her eyes closed, her head tilted to one side. She was the cashier—perhaps the manager—of this cake shop. Her demeanor was sluggish, and she had a somewhat dazed expression.
As her eyes gradually fluttered open, her previous smile melted into a puzzled frown. The shift in her demeanor was almost comical, like she was operating on a different rhythm than us. With a deliberate, unhurried movement, her head turned to look behind me, her gaze slow and filled with a mix of curiosity and confusion.
“Oh.”
She gasped, her eyes widening as if she had just pieced everything together.
“W-Wait, Leon! Stop right now! She’s…!” I cried out, my voice frantic and panicked.
“Amy,” Leon said calmly. Without warning, he grabbed both of my legs and lifted me effortlessly.
“Huh?!”
He hoisted me up with ease, leaving my legs spread wide open. My exposed pussy was now on full display for the woman to see.
“Eeek! W-What are you doing, Leon?! Put me down! C-Can’t you see she’s caught us?!” I protested desperately, squirming and trying to cover myself.
That didn’t deter him in the slightest. Leon turned to the woman with a commanding tone. “Amy, get on your knees and lick the connection.”
The woman’s smile returned, soft and warm, as if the situation was perfectly normal.
“Wha…?”
Before I could even process what was happening, she dropped to her knees with a languid grace, like she was moving in slow motion.
Her hands gently parted my inner thighs, revealing my dripping pussy to her. Slowly, she leaned in, her warm breath caressing my sensitive skin. Her tongue extended and made contact with the connection, tracing it with deliberate, teasing licks.
