"You cum so fast, Mafuyu-nee," Makoto slowly turned off the vibrator as Mafuyu calmed down from her first climax. The powerful buzzing stopped, leaving a ringing silence in its wake.
Mafuyu's body, which had been a thrashing knot of overstimulated nerves, went completely limp against the ropes. A shuddering sigh escaped her lips. Her head lolled to the side, her eyes still glassy and unfocused. Tears were streaming freely down her cheeks, but they were tears of joy. "I'm sorry I was so shameless for you, honey…"
"Do you prefer that vibrator or my cock?" Makoto leaned in to kiss her cheeks.
Her answer was instantaneous. "Your cock. Always your cock, Makoto." Her eyes, which had been unfocused, suddenly sharpened with desperation. "Take the toy out. I need to feel you. I need you to fill me. Please, I need your cock…"
"You heard the lady, boss," Ayane purred and gave the string of the anal beads a gentle tug, eliciting a sharp gasp from Mafuyu.
From under the covers, a muffled roar erupted. "STOP BULLYING HER AND FUCK HER ALREADY, YOU PERVERTED SADIST!"
"Well, Yuna's right. It's time I give you the main course, Mafuyu-nee," Makoto quickly pulled out the vibrator and replaced it with his thick cock.
"AAAAHHH… YES!" A raw, primal cry escaped Mafuyu's throat. The moment he entered her, a shuddering relief washed over her, like a drowning woman finally finding air. "Makoto…" she sobbed. "Yes, that's it. That's perfect…"
Each time he pulled out, a pathetic whimper escaped her lips. Each time he slid back in, a guttural moan rumbled in Mafuyu's chest. Her entire world had narrowed to this single, all-consuming sensation.
The ropes, the other women, the hotel room… it all faded into the background. There was only he filling her, claiming her. Her hips began to move against him, trying to meet his every thrust.
"Look at her, she's in heaven," Ayane murmured, her hand still resting possessively on Mafuyu's hip.
"She's completely broken," Mika corrected, her voice cool with an edge of envy. "But she looks happy. It's beautiful."
And from under the covers, there was a new sound, a soft, barely audible series of whimpers. Yuna was watching and getting very, very wet again.
Makoto gripped Mafuyu's hips and kept his torturous pacing, careful not to hurt her belly. His cock's head poked at her cervix. "I'm almost there, Mafuyu. But if you want my cum, you'll have to get it yourself."
His words were a key turning in a lock. The challenge for her to take what she wanted shattered the last vestiges of her passive submission. A fire ignited in her tear-filled eyes. Mafuyu couldn't move her limbs, but she was not helpless.
Makoto could feel it instantly. Her inner walls clenched around his cock harder now. She was desperate trying to wring his climax from him with nothing but her will and her pussy. Her hips, restrained by the ropes, began to buck and grind, a pathetic attempt to impale herself deeper on him.
She was fighting for it, fighting for his cum. "Please… master… give it to me… I'll be good… I'll take it all… Make me pregnant with your baby over and over again!" she sobbed.
That final, desperate clench was too much for both of them. Mafuyu's eyes rolled back in her head as orgasm crashed over her. She screamed, her body convulsing violently against the ropes. Her internal muscles spasmed around Makoto, relentless and greedy.
"Fine, take it all. Don't spill any drop," Makoto grunted and pulled out the anal beads from her in one go. His cock throbbed as he emptied his balls, shooting load after load into her.
The moment the beads were ripped from her, an even more violent orgasm tore through Mafuyu's convulsing body. The dual assault of her pussy being flooded with his hot, thick seed while her violated ass clenched in agony was too much for her to handle.
Mafuyu's body seized on the bed against the straining ropes, her muscles locked in a single terrifying spasm of mindless bliss. And then she went limp. Her head lolled to the side, her eyes fluttered shut. Her breathing was a series of ragged and exhausted pants.
She was unconscious like a sated and thoroughly broken doll.
"Wow, you actually broke her, Makoto." Ayane giggles, gently caressing Mafuyu's belly.
"Impressive, very… impressive, darling husband. I would love to try that next time." Mika licked her lips, her eyes full of lust and devotion.
The lump under the covers, which had been silent, began to tremble again. Her soaked hand stayed under the duvet, its fingers twitching.
A moment later, Makoto gently caressed Mafuyu's hair and pulled his cock out to watch his cum oozing out. "Well, let her rest for a while; we can untie her later." He looked back at the two hungry women: Ayane and Mika. "Give me a second to recover, will you?"
"Recover?" Ayane let out a throaty chuckle full of unashamed lust. "Honey, our anniversary has just begun." She dropped the anal beads onto the bedside table with a soft metallic clatter and stalked towards him like a predator closing in on prey. Her eyes were fixed on his semi-hard cock, slick with Mafuyu's fluids and his own cum.
"You don't get a break, boss." She kneeled before him on the bed, her gaze never leaving his crotch. Before he could protest, she leaned forward. "And we can't let a good protein go to waste, can we?" Her hot breath ghosted over his sensitive skin. Her tongue darted out, warm and wet and skillful, and began to clean his cock.
Mika simply glided to the other side of the bed with grace. She had a different plan when she picked up the thick black vibrator, the one Makoto had just used to break Mafuyu. She turned it over in her hands, her expression unreadable. "You're right, darling, you should rest!" she said, her voice a soft murmur that cut through the lewd sounds Ayane was making.
Then she turned the vibrator on, the powerful buzzing once again filling the room. "Ayane can take care of you. And I'll just take care of myself while I wait." She lifted her silk dress, hiking it up to her waist to show him she wasn't wearing any panties.
And then, as she looked him dead in the eyes, she slowly pressed the head of the buzzing vibrator against her own wet, waiting clit. An ecstatic gasp was torn from her throat. "Don't take too long, darling," she panted. "Or I might start without you."