"What the f--" you say, rising to your elbows on the massage table, but she quickly closes the distance between you, shushing you with a finger to your lips.
"Where have you been?" You hiss. "How did you-- why are you--"
She's wearing a form-fitting, elaborately sequined cheongsam, her hair pinned up into twin buns. To be honest, she's stunning. Even in the low scarlet light of this seedy room, she almost glows.
"I'm disappointed in you," Camelia says. "I knew you were a dog, but using an Oriental sex slave? That's low, even for you."
"It wasn't my idea," you insist. "I was going to tell her not to do anything but give me a nice massage."
"Mm hmm." She narrows her eyes. "A likely story, Alabaster Soliloquy."
"Check me with your freaky eye if you want," you say. "I'm telling the truth."
"Do you want Darkbloom to see us?" She spits. "This was the only way I could get to you safely."
"How did you know I'd be here?"
"That's a silly question, don't you think?"
You've given up on trying to understand her. But something else bugs you: "how are you here? I know you get around, but surely you're not an Asian whore on the side."
"Jingfei was more than happy to take $500 to fuck off and not deal with another john tonight," Camelia says. "That was the easiest part of the whole thing."
You swing your legs over the edge of the table and grab for your jeans, but Camelia lays a palm against your chest and pushes you back. "Where are you going? You paid good money for a massage, right?"
"Camelia, you're out of your goddamn mind if you think--"
You stop as Camelia pulls a squirt bottle from a nightstand in the corner. You didn't notice it until now, but it looks like it was sitting in a warming bath. She squirts a few dollops of a weird transparent liquid into her palms.
"Take off your boxers," she commands. "And turn over onto your stomach."
"What is that?" You demand.
"Now I know you're playing dumb," she says. "You've watched enough JAVs to know. It's nuru gel." She flicks her index finger and splatters your face with a few warm, slimy droplets. Suddenly, you understand exactly what she intends to do. And despite yourself, your cock lurches a little in your boxers. She was right: you're a dog.
"Well?" Camelia says impatiently. "It's nothing I haven't seen before, trust me."
You raise your hips just enough to snake out of your boxers. You drop them carelessly to the floor, feeling abashed at your own nakedness, and thankful that your next instruction is to turn over. As many women as you've been with recently, it's more than a little strange to be so vulnerable in front of Camelia.
With these thoughts in your head, you suddenly shiver with the warm sensation of Camelia spreading the gel all over your back. It's slick and slippery almost to the point of being totally friction-less. And yet you can definitely feel the softness of her hands through it all.
"Too warm?" She asks.
"N-no..." you mumble.
"Mmm. Good~"
Her hands disappear from your back. In your current position, with your head facing down on a donut-shaped pillow, you can't see her. But a few moments later, you hear a tell-tale zip and then a ruffle: Camelia disrobing. Then comes a few more squirts of nuru gel and the slick noises of Camelia lathering herself with it too. You have to stop yourself from turning around to look.
Without warning, Camelia's full weight is upon your back.
She lies on top of you, her gel-covered body hot against you, her legs between yours. Her small but incredibly soft tits poke against your back. You can feel the nipples harden. You try to hold it back, but you can't: you half-gasp, half-moan.
She reaches up and puts her palms against the backs of your hands, interlacing her fingers with yours. And then she begins to slide back and forth.
"Camelia..." you say.
The gel is running in little rivulets down your side as Camelia's back-and-forth rubbing fills the room with lewd, wet noises. The slimy sensation and the pressure of her body, even without any attention on your genitals, drives you wild. Your cock is coming to life all on its own.
She leans in, her cheek running past your hair and her lips touching your earlobe. "Here's the problem with you, Alabaster," she breathes. "Tell me: who founded the Tokugawa Shogunate?"
"Tokugawa Ieyasu," you reply without hesitation, even despite the awkward position. "Everyone knows that."
"Right. And what are the main differences between Meiji Japan and Tsarist Russia that kept communism from taking root in the former?"
"I don't - I don't fucking know," you say, stammering.
"See? Your brain is like an episode of Hoarders - and not in the good way."
"...There's a good way to be compared to Hoarders?" You ask. Camelia's hands close around yours, gripping you tightly, and her pace quickens. Even through this strange conversation, your dick is getting uncomfortably hard against the pleather surface of the table. You try to shift your weight, but Camelia has you pinned. She's in complete control.
"I don't know why..." Camelia mutters, almost as if to herself. She arches her back and goes rigid as she keeps rubbing herself against you. The new position puts her pussy mound right up against the globes of your ass. Your entire being focuses on that sensation: her lubed-up pussy lips sliding back and forth against you, coating you with slime. "I don't know why I started to..."
She trails off.
"Started to what?" You ask. Is she getting off against you?
She leans down again, whispers into your ear, sends shivers up your spine and scalp. "Turn over."
She goes to her knees to allow you the room to maneuver. As you do, there's no way to hide it: your turgid dick flops against your belly, already dribbling a little precum.
But your eyes are more focused on the cleft of her pussy. The lips are nice and puffy, turned out just a little, and bright pink. Above her clitoral hood is a thin strip of hair just as red as the hair on her head.
Playfully, she brushes your cockhead with a palm as she slithers forward and settles against you, belly-to-belly, chest-to-chest.
"Were you looking?" She teases.
"Of course I was..."
She laces her hands through yours again. This time, as she massages the slick gel against your body using her own, her little cunt slides back and forth over your straining cock. The lips grip you with every stroke, invitingly, and you can feel a wetness there that definitely isn't the nuru gel. It's all you can do not to grab her forcefully and slam your cock into her with a single hard thrust.
"Things are gonna get crazy," Camelia coos. "Are you ready?"
You try to say something, but your voice catches and nothing comes out.
"Do you want to fuck me, Alabaster?"
"I..."
"I want to fuck you," she says. Her voice is husky and full of need. The tiny room is filled with the scent of her arousal, sweet but musky.
You nod.
She reaches between you, her thin arm sliding between your gel-slick torsos, and grabs your leaking dick. Staring into your eyes, she lines you up with the opening of her hole.
"Slow," she says. "Slooo-ooo-wwww~~"
She sinks back, using her haunches for leverage. You slip inside an inch at a time. Her pink pussy lips don't give way easily, and grip against you with a wet, almost rubbery resistance, as if trying to block you. But Camelia is determined, and as she bites her lip, she forces your cock inside. You just lie there enjoying the sensation as she does all the work to fuck you. Her landing strip of fiery red pubic hair tickles your crotch.
"Oh Jesus," she moans. "I knew you were-- but this-- unghh--"
She pants as she tries and tries to take your entire length. It's hard going for her. After all, no matter what kind of facade she puts up, she's a very small girl, and not very strong. You decide to help her out. You loop an arm around her back and hold her tight. Looping your calves over her ankles as well, you raise your butt off the surface of the table and push back against her hips. Camelia, going faint, closes her eyes and swoons against you. Her soft breasts mash into your chest as you plow past the last of the resistance deep inside and seat yourself fully.
You're balls deep up her hot cunt.
Camelia is still panting as she says: "Fuck me. Just fuck me already. Fuck me!"
You didn't need to be told twice. You bounce up and down on the table, sawing your cock in and out of her swampy insides. She replies in kind, bouncing up and down, slamming her hips against you. Holding her, as greased-up as both of you are, is hard, and the two of you slip and slide against each other as your bodies violently mate. You fuck like animals in heat.
Even though it's far from tender, it's weirdly romantic, in this low light.
Your heavy nuts slap against her ass and she grabs the back of your head with both hands to keep herself at least a little bit steady.
"Don't you fucking stop," she moans. "Don't you fucking stop! I'll kill you if you stop!"
"I'm not going to stop!" You hiss. "Jesus!"
"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me, you bastard!"
In the distance, muffled by drywall, you hear a moan that's neither you nor Camelia: a high-pitched little whine. Alex, somewhere, is getting his rocks off too.
"I'm gonna cum," you tell her.
"Do it inside me! Cum in my fucking twat! Don't you dare fucking do it anywhere else!"
She tightens her grip on your scalp and humps against you so hard that you think, distantly, she might break your pelvis.
"Cum," she pants in a delirious fugue. "Cum.... cum, cum, cum cum cum-- fuck!"
The nuru gel flies from your bodies in wet, fat slurping droplets and your lower bodies are a blur as you pump her deeply. If she wants you to breed her out, that's what you'll do. You'll cum inside of her until she's totally full and then keep sperming her some more. You'll fuck her pregnant.
That thought sets you off. Your entire body straining, you let it go. You raise your butt totally off the table and hold it there in place in the air, forcing Camelia down on top of you at the same time, so your raging cock is all the way in. And you shoot rope after rope of your slimy cum into her. Her voice sounds almost staticky as she gasps out her orgasm, her silky pussy shuddering and milking out every drop of your fertile sperm.
"Fuuuuuck," she whines, her voice sing-song, "oh fuck! Oh fuck, you're doing it!"
You are. You filling her with raw cum, and it's the best feeling in the world.
GIRLS FUCKED: 5/9