by Multiple
“You little slut,” Reina laughed into her ear. “Tell me you’re a slut.”
Jun fought for her voice. “I am.” Her legs wrapped around Reina’s waist, the bulge in her master’s pants pressing against her omanko. “I’m your mistress.”
“And you’ll do whatever I tell you to do?”
“Yes…”
Reina sat up on her knees, pulling down her shorts until her phallus popped out. In a box it would look silly, like most fake ones tended to, but on Reina’s person it was strangely natural. The girth and length was proportional to Reina’s height, downplaying her unrealistic size between her legs. Or maybe it is realistic. Jun didn’t know. Her small sample size of five male partners in her life may have lied to her. That thought was chilling.
“You know what to do, my mistress,” Reina said. The power of that one word resonated in Jun, and she sat up, expectant eyes never leaving Reina’s face as she leaned down and grabbed the phallus in her hand.
The material was not the silicone she was used to Reina using. The girth opened her jaw more than she was used to as well. Her hand cupped the bottom of it, heeding the instructions to not squeeze the balls unless she wanted to choke. I know how these things work too you know. Just because Reina was her master didn’t mean Jun was stupid.
“What a little trooper my mistress is.” Reina smoothed Jun’s hair, stroking her like a pet. “Do you like it when I call you those words? Do you like it when I debase you with my mouth?”
Jun made sounds voicing her approval, as her mouth was too full to speak.
“I really don’t get women like you.” Reina slapped her hand on Jun’s ass, fondling her flesh and pulling it out of her underwear. The cool air hit Jun’s wet omanko and made her squirm. “I guess that’s why I was made this way. Because women like you need someone to own them.”
You do it well. Jun lovingly wrapped her tongue around the shaft and sucked on the head. She couldn’t wait until this was inside another part of her body. Until then, she could make do with the two fingers pushing beneath her underwear and toying with the entrance to her omanko. She groaned on Reina’s cock, and the pleasure was mutual.
When Reina asked if she wanted more dirty talk, Jun voiced the affirmative, and she was treated to a long dialogue of disgusting allegations that she was nothing more than a lowly mistress who would fuck anyone with a cock big enough to appease her. Coming from Reina, in the form of this intimacy she shared with few others, Jun filled with more desire, to slip into that role Reina talked about, where life was as simple as having sex whenever the mood struck her. This simple act of physical pleasure that could undo an entire day’s woes. This simple act that could bring two people together with powerful emotions.
Jun loved how Reina made her feel. Both the humiliation and the underlying affection behind it. She wouldn’t do this if I didn’t ask her to.
“Are you wet enough for me yet, mistress?” Reina sounded almost loving. Jun didn’t expect sweet pet names and caresses to the cheek. Especially while she sucked and jerked the biggest thing she ever put into her mouth. “Because if you haven’t been able to tell, I have a rather big cock. I wouldn’t want to hurt your sweet omanko.”
Jun had a feeling there was no right answer to the question of being wet enough. This was another game. One that made her eagerly await the outcome.
Reina pressed the base a little, not hard, but enough that something wet went down Jun’s throat. She swallowed it instantly, shivering.
“Get on your back and show me how wet you are.”
Jun looked at her again, this time feeling lowlier than she did before. A good kind of lowly, one she indulged in as she slipped back onto the bed, fingers hooking into her underwear and pulling them down over her legs.
Reina scoffed when she saw what was between Jun’s thighs.
“You think that’s wet enough?” She flicked her finger against Jun’s clit, making aieki come out of her. “I would hurt you. Definitely.”
A little pain was okay. Jun liked a little pain, especially if it came from a strong person like her master. But she played this game, joining Reina as they both rubbed her omanko. Jun whimpered as a good amount of aieki wetted their fingers. Soon she was relaxed enough that the rest of her skin felt wet, from her thighs to the bottom of her rear. Yet Reina was not satisfied.
“You need to be shown how it’s done, don’t you?”
Adrenaline flooded Jun with another surge of hormones. Yes, yes that one thing she had waited for over those days, weeks even. Reina gave her many things in their other encounters. Too long since they went down this perverted path.
Reina pulled the cock out of its straps and let it plop onto the bed. Behind it, where it once was, sprouted dark hairs on her mound that Jun didn’t get to gaze at very often. They were wet, because it didn’t take much to get Reina wet. When that did happen, she was very generous with the results.
“Good mistress,” Reina said, holding Jun’s arms above her head and coercing her to keep them that way. Her T-shirt bunched around her throat as Reina squeezed her breasts before touching her own omanko. I don’t get to see this often either. She must be so confident that not even this display of her femaleness perturbed her. Because of what she’s going to do to me. It made Jun wetter.
Still, it was strange to watch Reina take off her shorts and press her fingers against her folds. Even beneath her hair Jun could see her open omanko, the pinkness inside, and the aieki seeping out of her and down her thigh. Jun wanted to taste it, to have her face shoved in there, but Reina would never allow it. I’ve never gotten to do that before. She wanted to, someday.
“Do you want it, my mistress?” Reina was breathless, her desire ramping up as she rubbed herself. One leg kicked over Jun’s so she loomed only a few centimeters away. “Do you want me to make you wet?”
“Yes.” Jun grabbed her master’s shoulder and spread her lower lips with her other hand. “I’m ready.”
“You’re ready, what?”
“I’m ready, Master.”
“Good…” More breathlessness. Reina was on the verge of something good. Maybe not an orgasm, but at that moment, something better. Aieki streaked down her leg and touched the bed. “Open those pretty lips of yours cause I’m about to…” She did it before she could finish her sentence. With a strong grunt she broke her first dam, squirting her aieki onto Jun’s hand and nearly missing her omanko. Jun let out a yelp of excitement.
Reina kissed her, rabid with desire now. How she managed to hold off from finishing herself on Jun there was no idea, other than she begged for Reina to keep going, to make her wet, to let her taste their lovemaking before the night was over.
The rush Jun felt as she rubbed herself against Reina was almost too much to bear. I’m giving myself to her. Though they barely touched, Jun knew her body belonged to Reina now, to be used, to be soiled, and to be turned into a vessel of wanton depravity. You own me. She cried out when Reina unleashed into her again. I’m really a mistress now. Hers.
“You’re something else.” Reina rolled off, grabbing her phallus and putting it back in her holster. “Look at you, covered in me.”
Jun couldn’t speak. She was too busy penetrating herself so she could feel how wet her master had made her.
“Am I good enough now, Reina-sama?”
She smacked the inside of Jun’s thigh. As Reina stroked her phallus she said, “Open up and we’ll find out.”
Of course, her master was right. She knows everything. Even though she was wet and relaxed, the phallus still hurt a little going in, but it wasn’t anything gentleness and a nimble finger couldn’t fix. For the only moment that night Reina kindly asked if she was hurting her mistress, and Jun melted under that brief tenderness. More relaxed now, her master’s cock went deep inside her, and she moaned at the fullness it provided.
The gentleness ended; Reina made sure Jun knew who she belonged to.
“Ah!” The bed groaned beneath them, Reina thrusting i
nto Jun as hard and strong as ever. This time it brought with it a great girth, and Jun felt like she was being speared through her spine. Her hands grabbed the bed cover while her throat cried in a mixture of pain and pleasure.
“You like that?” Reina asked, unrelenting.
“Yes, Reina-sama.” The amount of effort it took to say that zapped further strength from Jun’s throat. She closed her eyes and gave in to the thrusts careening into her body, splitting her apart and reaching inside her.
“Of course you are. You know why?” Reina stopped for a moment, long enough to raise Jun’s hips and take her deeper. Her hands went around Jun’s throat again, harder this time, and it brought a level of ecstasy Reina probably didn’t know she controlled. “Because you’re my mistress. My wicked mistress. Aren’t you?”
Jun gasped for breath, her body’s existence in the hands of this other woman.
“You don’t have to answer.” Reina was running out of breath again too. “Because I know. I always know.” She thrust into Jun, hard, sending her to the edge of reason.
“Come inside me,” Jun managed to say, fending off her own orgasm. Not until Reina had hers. “I want to feel it.”
Reina loosened her grip, presumably to reach between her legs. “Only if you scream.”
Jun could manage that.
Their last moments fucking on the bed were blank in Jun’s mind. She felt them, certainly, especially Reina’s cock, sliding in and out with minimal effort, even for its size. No overthinking those moments. Jun knew who she was, who Reina was, what they were doing and why this felt so good for the both of them. This is something I can only share with her. Not only was Reina one of the few women who understood her base desires, but she knew exactly how to indulge them – because her base desires asked her to.
“I’m...” it was the last thing she said before she came.
It was hard, like she knew it would be. Long, too, as it broke in her belly and gradually expanded to the rest of her. Her omanko was hot, and wet, making her master’s cock penetrate her more easily and at a good angle. Jun stared at the ceiling, then at Reina’s contorting face, mind reeling and aware that this was happening.
When the orgasm hit her chest, she screamed.
What she said she would never remember, but she was sure they were self-effacing, degrading, and full of her ardor. Her hands clung to Reina’s shoulders and felt her strength power her body, into her lover, joining her in orgasm the moment she remembered to give Jun the last thing she wanted.
Once upon a time Jun knew what it was like for a man to come inside her. Even recklessly without a condom, in her more foolish days. Yet there was nothing reckless in the way Reina came, filling her with warmth, claiming the inside of her body, and owning her. It was the ultimate act that coincided with the powerful grunts filling the air. Jun wished for more intimacy, and Reina gave it to her, throwing herself down and mashing her lips against her lover’s throat.
I belong to her. Jun’s legs quivered in the air/ Her orgasm was only beginning to subside, and losing it was like losing her sanity.
When Reina pulled out a few seconds later, Jun wanted to cry. I’m so stupid. Her body still asked for more, but she was afraid Reina…
Reina, her master, flipped her over and finished her from behind. She shoved Jun’s face into the bed and fucked her omanko easily, since it was wet, so wet from the both of them, and Jun was nothing more than a mistress anyway.
As she screamed into the comforter, she never felt so spoiled.
“Shit!” Reina’s voice was a sonic boom in the room, and she finished herself inside Jun. It wasn’t until Reina thrust into her three more times, long, hard, and deep, that Jun’s most sensitive place was touched and she came unhinged from her innermost seams.
Jun came up for air, wet hair plastered to her forehead as the rest of her skin ran with wet. Her shirt was drenched against her chest and something like water dripped from her torso. Reina slowly rocked in and out of her, riding out the last of her own orgasm before gently pulling out. She went back in again, a final time, and Jun exhaled in absolute relief.
“You amazing woman.” Reina kissed her, bruising lips. “Nobody takes it like you.”
Jun turned onto her back again and brought Reina down, licking her chin, her cheek, and then the inside of her mouth as her legs closed in around her master.
The last thing she remembered that night was when Reina pulled out and guffawed at how wide Jun’s omanko was. “Look what I did to you,” Reina said, proving her might as her fingers barely filled the gap. “I can’t wait to do it to you again.”
Neither could Jun.
***
The city lights beyond the hotel room window twinkled in tune to the pulses of moonlight beyond the foggy sky. Reina sat, one leg draped across the other, smoking a cigarette as she slouched and enjoyed peace after dinner. When the weather was clear, she could see Tokyo Skytree, the tallest tower in the world, snug between two other buildings on the horizon. She loved a good view from a high-rise hotel window.
Girlish chiding penetrated the air behind her. For the past half hour Jun was on the phone with her friend, who called in the middle of dinner and ended any conversation going on prior.
“Ehh, a turtle?” Jun sat on the edge of the bed. “What else do you name a turtle other than Kame-san?”
Just as Reina’s cigarette neared the end of its life, Jun said goodbye to her friend and hung up. Sighing, she joined Reina at the table, took out a cigarette from her pocket, and used Reina’s to light it.
Reina said nothing. Neither did Jun after that. They sat in silence until Jun finished her cigarette and said she wanted to shower.
“Join me?” she asked.
“Think I’ll skip the shower tonight. You go have fun.”
Fun barely described the rest of the evening. While Jun showered, Reina changed into her pajamas. A variety show on TV kept her entertained while she texted on her phone. By the time Jun finished her shower, Reina was climbing into bed.
Jun took her hand beneath the covers. “We seem to be still awake. Maybe we should make the most of it.”
Without a word Jun wrapped her arm across Reina’s chest and snuggled against her. Reina wasn’t daft – she knew what Jun wanted. Sex. For so long now Reina had been in the throes of gendered mind games with Jun. Over a year ago, it would have been what she needed on her road to healing and becoming better acquainted with her gender dysphoria. Sure, it helped her now as well, but Reina didn’t need to cling to it like she did then. Her therapist would call that progress. Reina saw it as life.
“Make the most of it, huh?” she finally said, clutching Jun’s shoulder. Falling asleep in this position wouldn’t be a terrible thing. Reina loved it when any beautiful woman wanted to be in her arms. “I guess you mean have sex.”
Jun perked up. “Don’t suppose you have anything fun within easy reach.”
Like my cocks? Packed away. The thought of getting one out now and using it with Jun… her wanting to be submissive and needy… it was too much for Reina at the end of the week. “I don’t think I’m in the mood for that, sorry.”
“I see.” Jun drew circles on Reina’s T-shirt. “Don’t suppose you’re in the mood for anything at all, are you?”
Reina was almost always in the mood for something. Just not that particular thing tonight. She didn’t have the energy to slam her hips between Jun’s thighs and make her come like a lightning bolt. There are other things we could do.
“It depends. I don’t think I can give you what you need tonight.”
The circles on her chest stopped. “It’s not always about what I want or need. If there’s something you need, you should voice it.”
Don’t make me laugh. Reina thought it was big of Jun to say that – big in the head. And don’t overthink it. Reina rolled into Jun’s arms and kissed her lips.
If she surprised Jun, it was never known. They fell into their common position, with Reina straddling on top an
d Jun sinking into the bed beneath. Their kisses were passionate but not devouring: in the years they had known each other, Reina could only recall one other time they kissed like this. The night we met. When they discovered how compatible they were in bed.
A warm sigh spilled from Jun’s lips between kisses. It reminded Reina of every woman who once found happiness making love to Reina Yamada. Make love. That was a phrase she did not use often. Most days she wasn’t sure what it even meant. It’s a word women use. She never knew a man who said “make love.”
Love was a word Reina was barely familiar with anyway. She kissed Jun’s throat and tried not to think about it.
Still, an ache came to her body. One strong enough to make her moan in pain.
“What’s wrong?” Jun asked, voice light and airy. She smoothed down Reina’s bangs and kissed the tip of her nose. So sweet, so sentimental.
Reina wanted her in a way she never imagined desiring before.
She slipped off Jun and lay on the bed. I’m going crazy. Her body didn’t think so – just her mind. Maybe her heart. Jun asked her if she was okay again, but all Reina could think of…
Was…
“I want it.”
Jun hovered above her, frozen.
A year ago, while learning to take control of her life from gender dysphoria, Reina had asked Jun to reverse their roles. Lights off, eyes closed, and little love between them. It had been a necessity then, since Reina had to learn to take care of certain things.
Like the part of her that desired a different kind of sex. The kind she would only be able to get from Jun that night.
“Are you… serious?” Jun placed her hand on Reina’s side. Together they must’ve remembered all the times Reina shoved her lover’s hand away from her vulva. I didn’t want her to think about how female I was. Jun was classified as a woman meant for taking out male fantasies on. To ask her to do what Reina wanted… it changed their entire dynamic.
She was nervous, she was scared, and she didn’t know how to say it. “Do me like you would do any other woman.”