Chapter 407: Chapter 407

I looked down.

Minne was already on her knees between my legs, bathrobe hanging open around my hips, her small hands wrapped around the base of my cock. The shower hadn’t killed my morning wood at all. If anything, the hot water had just made it worse. She’d offered to “help calm me down” the second I stepped out dripping wet, and I wasn’t about to say no.

She looked up at me with those big, soft eyes—red hair still a little damp from her own shower earlier, lips already shiny.

“That’s right, honey,” I murmured, voice low. “Suck it deeper.”

She pulled me out of her mouth with a wet pop, tongue dragging along the underside before she dipped lower and took one of my balls into her mouth—gentle suction, careful little swirls. “Y-yes, Master…”

I groaned. “Take it like a good girl… fuck yeah. Open wide for me.”

I wrapped my hand around the shaft, guiding the head back toward her lips. “Use your fingers—hook them in the corners of your mouth like this. Pull your cheeks out a little. Make it nice and wide so I can slide in easy.”

Minne obeyed instantly. She slipped her index fingers into the sides of her mouth, pulling gently outward until her lips stretched into a perfect, obscene circle. Her tongue flattened instinctively, waiting.

I pushed forward, slow at first, letting her adjust, then deeper. The head bumped the back of her throat. I held there a second, feeling the tight heat flutter around me, then pulled back just enough to let her breathe before sliding in again. This time I went all the way—slow, steady—until my cock pressed against the soft resistance of her throat.

She gagged hard—eyes watering, throat convulsing around the head. Her teeth grazed me lightly in reflex. Not enough to hurt, just a quick scrape that made me hiss through my teeth.

I didn’t pull out right away. I let her feel it—let her struggle for a heartbeat—then eased back so she could drag in a shaky breath through her nose.

Minne looked up at me with those huge, watery puppy eyes—apologetic, eager, desperate to please.

I smiled down at her, cupped one cheek with my palm, then slid my thumb past her swollen lips. She closed around it immediately, sucking gently like it was a lifeline.

“I’m sorry, Master…” she mumbled around my thumb, voice thick.

“It’s alright, honey.” I pushed a second finger in beside the first; her tongue curled around them eagerly, swirling, tasting. “You’re still not great at deepthroating yet, huh?”

She shook her head quickly, eyes shining. “I will be! I promise—”

“You don’t need to be.” I rocked my fingers gently in her mouth, feeling her tongue chase them. “I like the way you are. The little gags, the way your eyes water, the way you try so fucking hard for me… that’s perfect.”

She moaned softly around my fingers, the sound vibrating straight to my cock.

I pulled my fingers free—strings of spit connecting them to her lips for a second—then guided myself back to her mouth.

This time she opened wide on her own—no fingers needed—jaw slack, tongue flat. I slid in slow, letting her take as much as she could before the gag reflex kicked in again. Her throat fluttered around the head, tight little spasms that felt obscene.

I held her head gently with both hands now—not forcing, just guiding—and started a slow, shallow rhythm. In… out… in… letting her get used to the depth. Every time she gagged I eased back, gave her a second to breathe, then pushed again—deeper each time, training her without breaking her.

Her hands gripped my thighs for balance. Tears leaked down her cheeks, mixing with spit that dripped from her chin onto her chest. She never looked away—never stopped trying.

I groaned low, hips rocking a little faster. “Fuck… that’s it, honey. Just like that. Let me feel that throat squeeze me.”

She hummed around my cock—happy, needy—and took another inch.

I could feel the pressure building already—balls drawing tight, the base of my spine tingling. But I wasn’t ready to finish yet.

Not even close.

I moaned low in my throat and pushed deeper, burying myself to the hilt in one slow, grinding thrust. Minne’s walls fluttered hard around me, hot and slick, gripping like she never wanted to let me go. My balls pressed flush against her clit and I held there for a second, letting her feel every thick inch stretching her open.

Then I felt the familiar coil tighten too fast at the base of my spine. Too close. Way too fucking close.

I pulled out with a wet, obscene sound—my cock shining, veins pulsing angrily—and grabbed her by the waist. “Up, baby.”

Minne let me haul her to her feet. Her legs were shaky; I had to steady her for a heartbeat before she found her balance.

I turned her around so she faced the counter. She bent forward immediately, both hands slapping down on the cold marble edge, back arching, ass presented. The short hem of her maid skirt rode up even higher, black fabric bunched around her hips. Her red hair spilled forward, a few damp strands sticking to her flushed cheeks.

She glanced back over her shoulder—big, glassy eyes locking onto mine. The look in them was pure, wordless begging. Please. Now. Inside. Please.

I stepped up close, fisted my cock, and rubbed the swollen head up and down her dripping slit—coating myself in her wetness, teasing her clit with every slow pass. She whimpered, hips rocking back, trying to chase me.

I hooked two fingers into the soaked crotch of her panties and tugged them further to the side—fabric stretched tight against one thigh now, leaving her completely open.

Then I pushed in.

One long, smooth slide until my hips met her ass.

I groaned against the back of her neck. “Fuck… you have the tightest pussy, Minne. I love it.”

She shivered, voice tiny and breathless. “Thank you, Master… I love your… your… p-penis…”

I smiled against her ear, then dragged my tongue along the shell—slow, wet—before whispering, “Come on. Say it properly.”

Her cheeks went scarlet. “I… love your dick, Master.”

“You love me fucking you from behind like this?”

I started moving—long, deep strokes that made her gasp every time I bottomed out.

“Yes, Master,” she moaned, fingers curling tighter on the counter. “I love it… I love it so much…”

“You want to have my babies?”

Her whole body clenched around me at the question. “Yes, Master… I want to get pregnant… please cum inside me… please, please…”

I kissed her cheek—soft, almost sweet—then drove in harder, burying myself so deep she rose onto her toes.

I was right there. Balls tight, pressure building like a dam about to burst.

I gave her ass a light, playful slap—just enough to make the flesh jiggle—then straightened up. One hand slid up to the crown of her head; I fisted a handful of red hair and held her steady while I fucked her faster—short, urgent snaps of my hips that slapped skin against skin.

Minne’s moans turned higher, more frantic. “Master… I’m… close…”

“Yeah, baby,” I growled. “Cum. Cum on my cock. Let me feel it.”

I slipped my free hand around, pushed two fingers past her lips. She sucked immediately—hungry, desperate—tongue swirling, cheeks hollowing.

Her eyes squeezed shut. Teeth grazed my knuckles lightly as her whole body locked up.

Then she came—hard.

Her pussy clamped down in violent, rhythmic pulses, milking me so tight I could barely move. A muffled scream vibrated around my fingers; her hips jerked back against me, riding the waves, wetness flooding out around my shaft and dripping down her thighs.

The squeeze was too much.

I groaned her name—low, wrecked—and came.

“Fuuuuck—”

First rope shot deep, thick and hot. Then another, and another—pulse after pulse flooding her, filling her up until I could feel it starting to leak back out around my cock. I kept thrusting through it—small, greedy pumps—emptying every last drop while her walls fluttered and squeezed, drawing it deeper.

Finally I stilled, buried to the root.

I pulled out slowly.

My cock—still half-hard, glistening with cum and her slick—slapped wetly against the curve of her ass and throbbed once… twice… leaving sticky little smacks against her skin.

I looked down.

Her pussy was a beautiful wreck—swollen lips puffy and dark pink, clit still peeking out, glistening. Thick white cum oozed out immediately—slow, creamy rivulets that slid down her inner thighs, dripped onto the tile in fat drops. Every time her walls twitched with aftershocks another bead would well up and spill. The sight alone made my spent cock give one last lazy twitch against her ass.

I lifted my eyes to the mirror.

Minne was looking back at me—cheeks flushed, lips parted, eyes glassy and soft and so fucking in love it almost hurt to see.

“You did good, honey.”

“Thank you, Master,” she whispered, voice hoarse from moaning and gagging and swallowing.

I reached down, stroked a thumb along her swollen lower lip.

“Come on. Suck my cock clean now, honey. I’m already late for work.”

“Yes, Master!”

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– Sexual Activity Completed

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Partner: Minne

EXP Gained: +0

Villain Bonus: +0 EXP

Star Rating: 0 ★★★★

Reason: –

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– Bliss Multiplier: 0c

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Ah fuck. Another penalty. God, I needed to fix my reputation…

She dropped right back to her knees—eager, obedient—opened wide and took me into her mouth again. Slow, careful licks at first, cleaning every inch, tasting herself and me mixed together. She hummed happily around the head, tongue swirling, making sure not a drop was wasted.

I let her work for a minute, hand resting gently on the back of her head, then finally stepped back.

She stayed kneeling, looking up at me with that bright, adoring smile—chin still shiny, hair a mess, maid skirt still rucked up around her waist.

I leaned down, kissed the crown of her head one more time.

Then I left the bathroom—robe tied loosely, cock finally soft, heart still pounding.

Work was waiting.

And after that… Chase Bellings.

Today was going to be long.

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