## Chapter 207 – Nam Writer’S Play (34)
208. Nam Writer’s Play (34)
As Vivian clings to me, playing the role of a lover, I gently wrap my arms around her waist, pressing our bodies even closer. This makes the conjoined genitals at our rear even more exposed… It seems she intends to provide her master with a clear view of the goods.
Such a vulgar yet considerate thought.
As Vivian embraces me, I can catch a glimpse of what Stella is doing behind us.
“Ugh… Haaah♥ Hng. Haaah. Hnnng…♥!”
Her dress is hiked up to her hips.
The angle doesn’t allow me to see all the way down, but judging by the position of her arms, she’s definitely reaching inside her panties. Stella is indeed masturbating while watching us. Focusing, I can hear irregular splashing sounds mixed with the squelching of her flesh, which must be Stella’s own fluids.
“Haaah. Haaah…♥!!”
Stella, oblivious to my gaze, keeps her large eyes fixed on the scene of a large cock moving in and out of a pussy. From less than a meter away, the genitals of a man and woman are vividly writhing, their cocks and pussies rubbing against each other ceaselessly with every pelvic thrust.
“Huuu♥ Raul’s dick feels so good…♥ Aah. A, kiss, kiss…♥ Muah muah muah muah…♥ Mwah.”
Squish…♥ Rub. Rub rub… Slurp. Slurp. Squish squish squish squish…♥
No matter how I think about it, the sounds coming from our conjoined genitals are incredibly filthy.
What is Stella looking at? She’s practically sticking her face right in front of it…
Stella’s sticky saliva, which had been smeared on my cock, is still mixed inside Vivian’s pussy from the chewing. Combined with the constant flow of her fluids and my pre-cum, there might even be bubbles in the milky white mixture. The remaining semen is also undoubtedly mixing with the cock, making vulgar squishing noises.
‘This is a surefire turn-on. As long as she doesn’t get too scared.’
It’s a cliché expression, but the current state of our conjoined genitals can only be described as utterly lewd. Just the sounds alone are this vulgar…
It’s no wonder that Stella, already horny, is losing control and masturbating so intensely.
“Ungaah…♥ Haaah. Huuuu…♥”
Squish squish♥
Stella is diligently working her pussy with a truly dangerous expression.
How much time has passed?
Thump thump thump thump thump thump♥
“Hyaang. I, if you keep rubbing my pussy like this…♥ Haa! Hah hah hah…♥!!”
“I think I’m about to cum, Vivian… Ugh!”
As I start to feel the urge to ejaculate, I thrust my cock along with her reciprocating movements. The ecstatic pleasure of having every itchy spot scratched.
“C, cumming…♥!!”
Finally, Vivian and I embrace each other, reaching our climax simultaneously.
Squirt. Squirrrrt…!!
Psh psh psh. Pshoo pshoo. Psh psh…♥
As a large amount of new fluids are released from the already saturated conjoined area, the milky white liquid spurts out from the gaps, spraying vulgar streams in all directions. It’s a very unrealistic scene, something you’d only see in hardcore adult manga, but the problem is that Stella is very close to the conjoined area.
So, while still savoring the afterglow, I glanced at her with hazy eyes… But it seems my worries were unfounded.
“Haaah. Haaah… Aaaah…♥!! Hyaaaah…”
Stella is completely unfazed by the fact that Vivian’s pussy juice and milky white residue are splattering all over her dress, thighs, and even her face. She’s still diligently working her pussy, reaching her own climax. Her body is trembling as she savors the afterglow, her face covered in residue.
Stella slowly manipulates her pussy inside her panties, while Vivian buries her face in my chest, feeling the warmth of my cock inside her.
They each enjoy their afterglow.
“Huuu. Huuuu…”
Stella’s face is a sight to behold. Her eyes are hazy and vacant, and they’re moist as if she had unknowingly shed tears earlier. She’s also drooling from one corner of her mouth.
Yet, there’s a sense of relief mixed in. Why is that?
‘It seems like her emotional wounds are finally starting to heal, just a little bit.’
Vivian, who had only turned her body while still holding my cock, witnesses her master’s state and opens her mouth with a giggling smile.
“Hehe, Miss. You have drool on your face. How careless… Oh my, and so much filth… Ugh. I’m sorry♥?”
“Huuah…♥?”
As her maid wipes away the drool and residue with a handkerchief, Stella makes a dazed sound and obediently offers her face.
Her face is completely vacant.
It may not have gone according to Stella’s initial plan…
But one thing is clear: she definitely experienced some kind of ecstatic pleasure.
…………
…………
As the wave of desire subsides and everything comes to a close, the three of us put on our clothes, returning to our original state. Of course, Stella is in a new outfit again. She got so dirty… Come to think of it, she’s changed twice now, all by herself.
“How was it, Miss? You seem a bit refreshed by the look on your face. Did you feel okay?”
“…………”
In most cases, silence is close to affirmation.
“Hehehe. You always turn your face away when you’re not being honest… Well then, I’ll continue this kind of training from now on. I’m glad it worked out well. Now, I’ll be going.”
Vivian smiles contentedly, picks up Stella’s soiled clothes, and leaves the room.
Now, only the two of us are left in the room.
“…………….”
I feel a strange unease as I receive a lingering gaze from Stella, so I speak first.
“Were you satisfied with the training, Miss?”
“…………You.”
Stella, who has now become someone who masturbates using us as her “material,” can’t deny that she reached a thrilling climax. But now that she’s regained some of her senses, she seems to be feeling a great deal of discomfort and alienation.
Then she should have told Vivian that she didn’t want to masturbate.
“Haa. Never mind. …I can’t believe this! How did this happen…”
“It was said to be a necessary part of the training, so there’s nothing strange about it, right? I’ll always do my best to help you.”
“Training… You call that training…”
Stella mutters to herself.
“Really? Vivian said it wasn’t strange either. And you, hmm. You said you’d do your best to help?”
She can’t hide her discomfort as I calmly state the obvious. Even though things ended on a good(?) note, the fact that she was teased to her limit and then suddenly left hanging is still a lingering grievance. If I had taken her in the beginning, she would have experienced the same extreme pleasure that Vivian did.
“Hey.”
Stella reaches under her dress, lifts one of her legs slightly, and then pulls her hand out, holding something.
She throws it at me.
I reflexively catch it, and it makes a ‘splat’ sound.
“You, take this and wash it with the laundry. Since this happened because of the training, as you said!”
“……………”
“An, answer me.”
“Understood, Miss.”
‘The scent of a female is overwhelming.’
What I caught was a pair of black panties completely soaked in pussy juice. The moment I clench them in my fist, water is about to drip onto the floor.
They’re heavy. When everyone was changing earlier, she must have regained her senses late and hurriedly put on her dress, missing the chance to take them off. Well, whatever.
Stella, with her face completely red, is ordering me around as if trying to torment me.
She really seems to have lost it since earlier.
Is this the result of only poking at her abnormal common sense without touching her emotions?
…Ugh. It’s so wet.
-Extra-
“Hnnng. Raul…♥ Are you about to cum? Please cum as much as you want inside me…♥”
Squish squish squish squish♥
In the morning, before the day’s work begins, Trisha and I are making love in the empty servants’ waiting room. I have Trisha sitting on the sturdy rectangular table, and I’m standing, thrusting my hips vigorously into the Baroness’s pussy. Just as I start to feel the tingling sensation of ejaculation, she notices, grabs my shoulders, and gently crosses her hands behind my neck, securing her position.
To fill her womb with her lover’s seed…
But.
‘I can’t deny it.’
I must be a pervert too. Why is it that Stella’s panties from the training a few days ago suddenly come to mind? Well, I’m having internal ejaculations all the time, so some unusual pleasure might be nice. It was the same back at the general store.
“Haaah. Madam… Just a moment…”
“Yes? Ungaah…♥”
As I pull my cock out with a vulgar ‘squish♥’ sound, Trisha, who was already sensitive, shivers and reaches a weak climax. She lets out a series of seductive moans for a while, then catches her breath and gives me a gentle smile, as if asking what I want.
But when she hears my request, she makes a bewildered expression, as if she can’t erase the question mark in her head.
It’s nothing special. I just asked her to let me ejaculate inside her panties, since they’re quite large. It’s something I used to do a lot when I was secretly playing around with Ellie behind Cecilia’s back.
“…Uhm. Here, like this?”
Trisha gets off the table, puts her discarded panties back on, and temporarily tucks her dress into her waistband so that the skirt doesn’t fall down. In this state, with only her lower body exposed, she gently spreads her panties open with her fingers.
‘Gulp…’
The sight of a beautiful noblewoman shyly spreading her panties open and waiting for me… It creates an indescribably erotic atmosphere. It’s a mismatch, but it’s even better that way.
“Madam… Ugh. It’s coming out!”
“Aah♥ Slowly… Hyaat…”
I approach Trisha and stroke my cock vigorously, reaching my climax. As the semen starts to spurt out, I quickly aim it inside her panties.
Squirrrrrr… Squirrrrrrt…
“Ugh… Haaah…”
Trisha looks down at the scene of her pussy being submerged in semen in real-time.
My glans rubs against her pussy lips and vulva, and the semen flows down due to gravity. Trisha’s pubic hair, which is still thick despite being neatly groomed, is also completely soaked in my semen.
“Huu…”
Trisha’s panties, which are bulging heavily downwards, enough to soil her butt crack.
She then looks at me with wide eyes.
“…Do you like this?”
“I’m embarrassed, but when I cover you in this much, it feels like you’ve become mine…”
“H, hmmm… Is that so…?”
As I shyly reveal my possessiveness, Trisha blinks her long eyelashes cutely and gazes at me. And then, as if she doesn’t care about soiling her panties in the first place, she gives me a bright smile.
“Hehe. Raul, you’re such a pervert…♥ You like this kind of vulgar stuff, don’t you?”
“…Yes.”
“Hehehe… It’s okay. If Raul wants, I’ll do this kind of perverted thing for you as much as you want. Here, here…♥”
Trisha whispers sweetly in my ear, and then, to satisfy my vulgar possessiveness, she slowly pulls her semen-filled panties up, making them stick to her crotch.
“Haaah… Haaah…♥ H, hot…”
Trisha shivers as she feels the warmth of the semen enveloping her, then gently rubs the fabric with her fingers, feeling the vulgar sensation. But because of the sheer amount of semen I released, the liquid bursts out like juice from the gaps as soon as she touches it.
The streams of semen slowly flowing down her tempting inner thighs.
I kneel in front of her.
“Ah, it’s dripping… I’ll catch it for you.”
For a moment, I don’t feel disgusted by my own semen and, as if possessed, I use my fingers to scoop up the semen and pour everything that had dripped down back onto Trisha’s panties.
“Ra, Raul. You’re really trying to put every last drop back in… You’re so vulgar. Ugh…♥”
Trisha trembles as she watches me meticulously scoop up every last drop of semen. It seems like her pussy twitched for a moment.
“Uhm…♥ Uhm uhm…♥”
Squish squish squish. Swish. Zzzzz… Zzzzz…♥
The act is vulgar, but it seems she liked the possessiveness I showed. She gently rubs the fabric, which is now bulging with juice, with her fingers once more, and then, with a pretty smile, she puts her skirt back in place.
“I’ll be going now. See you tonight, Raul♥”
She says goodbye, telling me she’ll see me tonight, and leaves the room.
She’ll be reeking of semen, will she be okay? There are kids working in the morning. I worry and peek through the door, and sure enough, I see the Baroness quickly walking towards the stairs where the maids aren’t.
As an aside, that day, she declared to everyone that she wanted to rest in her room and spent the whole day cooped up in her bedroom. Probably wearing the panties that were covered in my semen.
When we had our secret rendezvous that night, I felt a strange sense of guilt and offered to wash her soiled panties…
But Trisha dismissed my offer with an elegant smile, saying that she would take care of it herself.
