You wake up with Fuyumi's naked body still draped atop yours, a bit of drool rolling out of her mouth and splashing onto your chest and neck as she sleepily rubs against you. Her nipples feel hard, as if she was actively stimulating herself, but she's asleep - it's more a subconscious, sleepy thing than a case of her using you to masturbate like last time.
Your cock is hard, though, and you gently roll her over onto her back. Her head casts to one side, short, messy hair rolling around her beautiful features, her usually severe mien seeming so utterly serene, as you clamber atop her, placing your cock between her massive tits. The sight is quite something, her breasts so absurdly large that even like this it looks as if they are a rival for your cock in how far they reach, the bottoms of her breasts brushing at your thighs in the same moment as your tip teases at her collarbone.
She doesn't immediately wake up as you softly grab her breasts, wrapping them around your cock, enjoying the velvety, pillowy sensation of them rubbing against you. A wet burble escapes her throat, but she still doesn't rouse as you start to gently fuck her tits while she sleeps. It's deliciously erotic in its own, unique, way.
Soft, voluptuous full tits wrap around your cock, the flesh bubbling up between your fingers as you enjoy the sensations. Her eyes are closed, her expression serene, even as her unresisting body is used for your own selfish pleasure. There's something unbelievably sexy about this, the thrill of power as you use her sexy, lewd, naked body for your own selfish pleasure, while she simply lies there, inert and unresisting, breathing softly through her mouth as she dribbles drool all over your bed.
She looks so much better like this, all the severity and scarcely-disguised hate replaced with simple stupid peace. The soft swaying of her gentle breasts, swaying and bouncing and jiggling in response to each thrust you give her. Her own body shivers occasionally, waves of pleasure washing through her in her sleep, mumbly calls to some unnamed lover escaping her throat. You wonder what, precisely, she's dreaming, then start to up your pace as you imagine that it is - or will soon be - you, that soon you'll occupy the central role in her mind, as she falls for you from all the sex.
When she twitches and squirts in ecstasy, you start to cum, splattering streams of your hot semen across her cheek, making her jerk to life, but in the process just getting more cum right up her nose, across one of her eyes, into her wide open, shocked mouth. Your cock twitches and jerks as your semen coats her face, marking her unmistakably in your color, and her expression swirls for a moment, the afterglow of her orgasm providing the distraction that keeps her from immediately going on the offensive.
You reach down for her wrists, pinning her beneath you, your dick twitching between her breasts again as you consider going to town on them again. You actually do begin to do so, though the lack of a tight fit means the enjoyment is more in watching them jiggle and bounce each time your thighs bump up against them. "You make a wonderful servant, Fuyumi," you tell her, with a wicked smile.
Her brain begins to properly restart at those words, recalling where she is, why she's here. The look of mild disgust on her face, soon smothered, makes your cock twitch again betwixt her breasts. "A-ah, yes, darling, as your wife, it's my duty to serve."
You laugh at that, doing your best to play cruel. "Wife? Fuyumi, we're not doing that roleplaying any more." Her cheeks bloom in humiliation. "Now you're going to play the role of my obedient servant. A personal assistant and personal sexual relief," you explain, and she just mutely nods. "You aren't allowed to clean your face," you tell her, before letting go of her hands, "now push your tits together so I can fuck them."
She nods mutely, hands coming up to grasp the soft flesh of her breasts, pressing them together around your cock, and it feels even better now. Each jiggle and twist of her breasts is a surprise, unexpected and all the better for it. You close your eyes and simply groan in pleasure as you fuck those bountiful tits of hers, your hands soon reaching up for her nipples, squeezing and twisting them. Her quiet little whimpers are accompanied by no complaint, and you let your eyes open, staring down at her face, her expression almost pitiful as you roughly abuse her breasts.
"You really do make a wonderful servant," you tell her, as you fuck her tits. "It's more accurate, too, isn't it? You're doing what I say, when I say, this lewd body of yours getting put to its proper purpose in pleasuring a nice rich man's cock." The look of hate and disgust that replaces her previous misery just makes your dick twitch, and you up your pace between her breasts. "Ah, yes, that's a good girl. Look up at me just like that, that's how servants look, isn't it? Oh, no, it isn't. Bad servants are punished," you add, leadingly.
She takes a moment to swallow her pride, her loathing, her revulsion, and then she gives you a smile. "I'm sorry, sir," she says, as your cock softly presses in and out of her tits. "I was thinking of some other, disgusting man. Of course, I love pleasuring your cock with my fat tits. I'm glad that I could work under you, in every meaning of the phrase."
At that point, you twist her nipples, and she bites her lower lip as her hips buck, an orgasm rushing through her body, lewd and delightful, all the more because it's clear she didn't want to come, she didn't want to quiver and gasp like this. As her hands grip her breasts tighter, the fat flesh pressuring down on your cock, you bottom out in her bosom one last time and spray a thick load of cum all over her ordinarily prissy features, her expression a nigh-incomprehensible mess of self-loathing, humiliation, desire, arousal, and confusion.
"You look so good like that, Fuyumi," you tell her, with a pat to her head. "Coated in my cum. It shows who you belong to, doesn't it?" She mutely nods.
You roll off her, flopping onto your back for a moment. She just lies there, your semen splattered across her face, breathing in and out - she blows bubbles in the cum that streaks across her nose, a humiliating touch to an already delicious circumstance. "Whether you're my servant or my wife, it doesn't really matter, since you understand who you belong to," you tell her, with a kind of casual callousness that makes her flinch. "Either way, go make breakfast. You aren't to get dressed, either."
"Yes... sir," she says, after a moment, choosing the term seemingly purely because it's what she thinks you want. She rises from bed, and you follow after her, your hard on not going down as you watch the big-breasted karate bitch walk, naked, cum splattered over her features, some leaking down onto her fat tits, as she heads into the kitchen.
Watching her make breakfast is a joy, all the more because some of your semen hit her eye, leaving her half-blind, and she is extremely careful not to let any drip down. Watching the quiet diligence she works with, despite her obvious loathing for you and her current circumstances, almost makes you wonder what she needs the two million Y more. Not enough to ask, though. Instead, you watch as she toasts and butters bread, collects and pours orange juice, makes cereal, and finally presents it all to you on the table, her expression suggesting a quiet diligence as you sit down to eat. She clasps her hands together in front of her which - while it certainly wasn't the point - makes her tits seem bigger and perkier as her upper arms press against them.
She didn't make any breakfast for herself, and waits patiently for your next command, already playing the role of servant perfectly.
You glance at her, smiling as you start to eat the breakfast. "Your body is incredibly sexy," you tell her, chewing on some of the buttered toast. "Lean forward and bend over, so that I can grope either your tits and ass whenever I please."
"Yes, sir," she says, a fidget of humiliation playing across her face as she gets into position, looming over the table, her tits and ass in arm's reach of you now. You squeeze that firm, muscular butt of hers, then turn your attention to her astounding tits, playing with and tweaking her nipples, watching her expressions morph as she's forced to submit to this treatment.
"Your tits are very nice," you tell her. "Definitely the main attraction. You've done well, making this meal, and I appreciate that you were standing at attention in a way that emphasizes your tits." Her cheeks flush with color as she realizes what you mean. "If you continue to think up ways to proactively play the servant, I'll give you some extra money," you tell her, before sucking down some of your orange juice. You make her sit there, leaned over the table, alternately groping and milking at her tits, or reaching back and squeezing her ass, in between eating the meal she prepared, while she can't do anything but taken. By now, most of your cum has dried across her features, no drips running down her body.
Once you're done eating, you make her lick your fingers dry - you don't even need to speak to do it, just placing them in front of her mouth, and she obediently suckles and licks each one in turn. "You've done very well, and earned a reward." You stand up, scooting your chair back as you go over to the cupboards. You collect a couple old dog bowls, a can of peaches, and put the peaches in one bowl, filling the other up with water before putting them on the ground. "You can eat breakfast too," you explain to her.
The miserable look on her face makes your bare cock twitch wildly, but she mutely nods, not even needing to be told as she gets on hands and knees in front of one of the bowls. Her hands briefly reach out to grab the peaches, but a simple "tch" noise is all it takes to make her eat it properly, shoving her cum-stained face in the wet fruits.
It truly is a joy, watching the haughty bitch debase herself so openly like this.
You look down at her with a harsh look, and there's a confusion in her face, not enough to get her mouth to stop slurping up the peaches as best she can. "I give you food, and you don't thank me?" You admonish.
Her cheeks flush. "Thank you, sir," she says, hurriedly.
You smirk at that, coming around behind her, running your fingers along that pretty pink pussy of hers, her juices gently dribbling onto your hand. You smirk at the humiliation she's being forced to experience, your cock twitching in the open air. "Why did you want this?" You ask, and she sputters in confusion. "I was perfectly willing to just give you money out of charity, after all."
"Ah, if you would, we could-" She seems suddenly hopeful - though while you may have given her ten thousand Y out of charity, you certainly wouldn't give her two million. You swat her ass.
"Stay in character," you command.
"A-ah, sir, it's because, it's natural for me to obey you," she says, before starting to eat again. You keep fingering her pussy, playing with it, teasing her clit, and in short order she comes, letting out a pitiful moan as her face remains buried in a doggy bowl, trying to collect peaches with just her mouth.
You get behind her, rubbing your cock against her wet slit, gripping her thighs and pushing them together to use them as a cocksleeve. She lets out an odd noise, not enjoying it mentally, but being forced to physically enjoy it nonetheless. You pay careful attention to her responses as you grunt and enjoy yourself like this, rubbing your cock intentionally against her clit. It takes little time for her to come, mewling and whimpering as her juices squirt all over your cock, coating it in a nice lubricating film. You pull out of her thighs, then, and she moves over from the half-finished peaches to the water, starting to lap it up with her tongue despite the ridiculousness and difficulty of the task.
You collect a small hand mirror from where it rests on one of the countertops, before coming back around, leaning it against the cupboard in front of her. She can see herself in it, now, and the moment her eyes briefly flick up to it, a heat blooms on her cheeks before they turn back down. You tease your cock at her puckered rosebud, gripping her hips, and start to force your way inside her ass, making her squirm.
The feeling of her delicious, muscular ass wrapped taut around your dick, the thrill of power as you can see the humiliation written on her face even better thanks to the mirror, it's all incredibly intense and delightful. Your hands grope and squeeze the firm flesh of her ass cheeks, and you show her no mercy or gentleness, simply slamming your dick roughly inside her, your balls slapping against her lower lips. A sputter escapes her throat, a bubble getting blown in the water as her fat tits sway beneath her, brushing against the floor as she's forced to eat in this awkward position.
You don't take it any easier on pulling up, sliding your cock out of her perfect ass as she seems practically on the verge of tears from this treatment, the hate twisting into a kind of miserable patheticness and humiliation as she's forced to watch herself get assfucked this time. Each thrust makes those beautiful tits jiggle and smear against the ground, sends an accidental wave of water over the tile floor as she shudders on your cock and tries to eat.
When her first orgasm hits her in this position, her juices running down those nice muscular thighs of hers and dribbling onto the water, her cheeks hot red in humiliation, you reach forward, grabbing her hair and yanking her up out of the water bowl, shifting said bowl so that the last few dribbles of her juices squirt right into it.
At no point, of course, do you slow down, not even as every muscle in her ass seems to desperately work to do so, gripping and grinding along your length, her body working to push you out or just stop you in your tracks but achieving nothing other than creating a jerky, stuttering motion to your thrusts that just adds a layer of unpredictability. Drool or water runs down her cheek in the mirror, and she hides her face behind her hands for a second - but you just grip her hair, twisting her head to make her look at herself like this.
"Look at you," you grunt, as you fuck her. At this point, just seeing her so pathetic and utterly without cheer is almost worth the money on its own. Not that you'll stop. Her eyes wince open, your cum stains having mostly been washed off in her attempts to drink, now mixing together with her juices beneath her legs. "You sold me your body so I could use it as my sexy toy. You're my servant now. Do you even care about the money any more? Or do you just like whoring yourself out to me?"
"I-I-" she stammers, eyes wide and confused as you fuck her roughly, cutting her off by sheer force, twisting at her hair every time she tries to produce some coherent word. Another orgasm soon runs through her, juices splashing down into the doggy bowl, helping to refill it as she quivers like that. Your free hand - the one that isn't currently yanking on her hair to make sure she's forced to look as all that arrogance is assfucked out of her - reaches for her breasts, squeezing, pinching, playing with them.
"I'm so happy to be the one to do this to you," you breathe out, as you fuck her ass. "My once invincible rival, this haughty fucking cunt, turned into a nice little slobbering, drooling, bitch." She whimpers as she comes for the third time, a thick spray of her juices filling the doggy bowl, and you kick it forward so it's up by her head again.
She immediately leans forward to lap at it, and you let her, just laughing at how pathetic she is right now. You'll never look at her the same way again. "I didn't even tell you to debase yourself, drinking from that. It looks like you're getting used to your new role in life," you tell her, and she just lets out another meek, miserable noise in reply. You laugh. "Remember when you thought we were still doing the wife play, earlier? I bet you wish we were, don't you?" She nods rapidly, as if desperate for you to actually do it, and it's so sexy to see her desperately hoping to be your domesticated housewife again you almost give in, in the moment.
Well, you can make a decision when you're done using her ass. Never make such an important decision while your balls are threatening to explode. So you just lean over her, groping those fat udders of hers in either hand, the soft flesh billowing around your hands, her eyes rolling around in her head as she gets fucked positively senseless. Her cheeks are warm, and she orgasms two more times in that position, reins of her juices splattering down onto the floor beneath her, hot cheeks showing a mixture of arousal and humiliation.
Then, at last, you come, painting the inside of her ass with your color, just closing your eyes as you unload. Once you're spent, you pull out and rub out the last of your cum on her pretty ass cheeks, leaving her to quietly lap at her doggy bowl still.
You watch her drinking up the mix of her and your juices, enjoying as this bitch so wantonly humiliates herself like that. Once she stops, you speak. "Come on. I need you to wash off all the disgusting juices you made on me."
"Yes, sir," she says, starting to rise, but you quickly place your foot on her back to stop her. She freezes up, then her cheeks burn as she realizes what you want. You don't even have to say - she crawls on all fours after you, following you into the bathroom, getting into the shower stall with you as the water begins to wash over the pair of you.
"Well? Do your job, servant. Clean me off."
"Yes, sir," she says, in a soft voice. Her hands docilely start to rub at your flesh, her head bowed low so she doesn't have to look at your face as she cleans you.
"Use your tits to do it," you correct, and she flinches, but leans forward, and soon your legs are getting a nice titfuck from a pair of delicious, fat, soaped up tits, while she stares mechanically forward. You let your feet start to rub at her cunt, teasing her lower lips, her clit, as you just lean back and enjoy the bitch, debasing herself like this, obeying your every command.
"Tell you what," you say, as she shudders on your foot, not quite capable of coming because of how you're controlling yourself, keeping her near the edge but never letting her go over it. "I bet you really miss being allowed to call me darling, don't you?" Her cheeks flare with a vivid red color, but she mutely nods. "You miss playing my pretend wife, don't you? That was so much nicer than this, wasn't it?" She nods again. "Then beg," you tell her. "Beg to be my wife. Plead with me. And make it good."
She swallows, turning her head up to you, and the revulsion she so often had to stifle isn't there, instead only a kind of desperation, a girl lost in the waves reaching for a life raft. "Please, sir, please let me be your wife." She swallows, as if her throat is parched, despite the fact that you're in the shower together. "I, I love you," she stammers awkwardly, an obvious lie but only coming out as desperate rather than hateful. "Ah, please," she whimpers out, quivering on your foot as you keep edging her. "I'd do anything, t-to be, your wife again, sir," she says, panting a bit.
"Anything?" You ask. There's a moment's hesitation. It stretches out, a meek look on her face, her lower lip quivering as she seriously considers giving you her virginity in exchange for not being treated like a literal bitch for the rest of your time with her. You cut off her thought process before she can decide. "Alright then," you tell her. An actual smile appears on her face, not feigned in the slightest.
"Thank you, darling, I promise I'll be the best wife for you that I can be-eeeEEEE!" She squeals as you push her over the edge, your big toe thumbing at her clit and making her eyes roll up, her juices splashing all over your lower leg as she just comes like a wild woman, hips bucking, fat tits jiggling and swaying erotically as she kneels before you.
You just chuckle down at her, drinking in her naked body, slick with water rolling down over it even now. You take a seat on the small outcropping in the shower stall, your very erect cock pointing vaguely in the direction of her face as she catches her breath, and speak up again. "Since you're already on your knees, let's do one of your favorite activities. You can pleasure my cock with your mouth and tits."
Her cheeks flush a bit, but she nods, completely rolling with you. Again, earlier she might have shown hate and revulsion before pushing it down, but here she just smiles brightly. "Thank you so much, darling! You know how much I love pleasing you like this, making you come all over my face and tits-" her own addition, very nice "-because being on my knees in front of you is just where a happy wife like me should be!" She leans forward, hands around those soft, delicious breasts of hers, and she quickly envelops your length in them, the water from earlier serving to help lubricate its passage.
You let her get to work, quietly reaching down to run your fingers through her dark, loose hair, now matted with the shower's water. At first, your cock is solely enveloped within her breasts, simply disappearing into the pillowy flesh. She looks up at you as she rubs up and down your slick length, soap suds bubbling up from betwixt her breasts as the friction rubs it in further. You smile dotingly down at her, enjoying the complete shift, the way she's totally fallen into the role if only because she knows the alternative is so much less pleasant.
"Ah, I love your amazing breasts so much, Fuyu-chan," you tell her, your hips bucking just a bit, your cock twitching. She doesn't squeak or show any sign of distaste at the sudden movement, even leaning forward to lick the very tip of your cock where it emerges from her bosom. The soft wet feeling of her tongue against your slit is a delight, making you groan. "You're such a great wife," you breathe out, and her tongue becomes more active, rubbing all along the crown of your cock as she manages to stretch and contort enough to bury her face in her tits, her cheeks hollowing as she suckles on your dick, and you just groan and close your eyes.
In some ways, this is better than making her eat out of a bowl, but of course you had to go there to get here. When she was first playing wife, she'd occasionally break character before she could control herself - now she's so thankful that you're treating her kindly, you could almost imagine that she has fallen in love. You gently reach down for her breasts, playing with her nipples as she shivers beneath you, a bit of drool escaping her mouth and running down the underside of your cock. Her eyes flick up to you, her head lewdly twisted down into her bosom even now, and then, inevitably, she comes.
Her soft breasts squeeze taut around your cock as her fingers dig into the pillowy flesh. A slurping, wet noise escapes her throat, some mix of a moan and a cockgobbling slobber. Her eyes roll up, her cheeks blooming red with color as she shivers beneath you, her breasts tightening even further, and you just sigh and groan. "That's a good girl. I love you so much," you breathe, casting your head back, and she just twitches in pleasure, her juices running down her inner thighs as she keeps doing her best to titfuck you despite the obvious distraction.
When she comes down from her ecstasy, she pops off your cock, and for just a moment, her eyes shimmering with lust, you think it's happened, she's cracked finally. Then you see the hint of rational thought running behind them as she tries to think of what to say, and that particular spell breaks. Well, you'll see it for real soon enough. "Ah, I love titfucking your cock, darling. It feels so good in my breasts. I wish I could give you nothing but titfucks, all day, every day," she says, managing to make it sound like a soothing wifey fantasy. "Other kinds of sex just can't compare, and you do love my breasts, don't you?"
You grasp the back of her head, and she obediently leans forward, lips wrapping taut around your dick, noisy sucking noises escaping her throat as she strains to draw forth your cum with a possessive force. You almost do come, her earlier words making your cock ready to blow, but somehow, impossibly, you hold out - possibly simply because you've come so many times recently with her.
Instead, though, she's the one who orgasms, twitching wildly again, her seal breaking as fat slobbers of saliva splatter all over your stomach, cock, and her tits, her eyes rolling around incoherently. Her fingers claw, her breath catches, and she just shivers in raw pleasure beneath you, hands grasping, lips parting, tongue escaping to pant at the air like she was a dog. Her eyes stare up at you with naked lust again, the pleasure of just getting to enjoy a titfuck completely warping her response to you, and you close your eyes and let go.
The moment the first sticky string of cum splatters on her palate, she swoops down to envelop your cock with those gorgeous lips of hers, noisily sucking and swallowing every last bit of cum. Your fingers tighten on her nipples, making her burble and drool even further, her eyes rolling up as your pleasures mix together, heat on her cheeks.
When you finish coming, she pulls back, simply burping before showing you her tongue. Her cheeks are flush with exertion, arousal, embarrassment, and probably a few other things. "I hope my titfuck was as good as ever, darling," she says.
"Yes, you did an excellent job." You take hold of her chin, pulling her up to kiss you, those pendulous breasts brushing against your bare chest. Her own tongue is tentative, then suddenly passionate, slithering about in your mouth as she realizes she really ought to kiss you like a loving wife rather than a nervous sexual relief assistant. Your cock twitches a bit, but once the kiss is done, you take her hand, having her dry you off before you return the favor, and then you head back to the couch, not even bothering to get dressed as you settle in to watch a movie.
It's some dumb romance movie, but you simply put your hands between her thighs. There's only a moment's hesitation before they spread, and your finger begins to gently run up and down her lower lips, her pink nethers quickly wetting, her cheeks growing warm with arousal as you play with her. Her body shudders, ever so gently, as you play with her, her hot breaths rolling out of her mouth, her teeth soon digging into her lower lip as she strains not to come.
She fails, of course. Her cheeks glow bright red as you make her come six times in the first half hour of the movie, but she does her very best to keep from giving in, from making it too obvious that she's coming. By now your hand is flooded with her juices so you hardly see the point, but you enjoy watching the proud, haughty girl reduced to this, trying her damnedest not to come. "Am I bothering you, Fuyu-chan?" You ask, almost sweetly.
"No," she says, quickly, almost snapping the words out. "A-ah, I mean, of course my darling husband can, mmm, play with my body whenever he likes, and I love his hands," she tells you, her cheeks still that vivid red, the television playing behind you. You lean over to kiss her on the lips again, and she comes on cue.
She's coming along quite nicely.