Chapter 5 - "Rebounding"

After the dreamy night with Yuki, the veterinarian needed to call in sick from work for a couple of days. Nothing was seriously wrong, but she was walking visibly bow legged. She could deal with it but she didn’t want Sawa, or the clients, to get suspicious. With the additional free time she did everything she could to make her home more suitable for animals. The entirety of the first day was devoted to cleaning the barn. The second day was spent patching the roof of the barn, and hanging out with Yuki, who’d evidently forgotten he had a serious injury. Kiyoko, on more than once occasion had to stop him from trying to run around his enclosure, which proved challenging. In the evenings before the end of the week she continued to pass the time by reading, though her focus shifted somewhat. She had specific concerns about being the best possible lover for her new friend Yuki. Her medical knowledge assured her that the stretching she’d experienced was not permanent, but she ended up purchasing some Ben Wa balls of varying weights and doing plenty of kegel exercises anyway. When they turned up on the Thursday before the weekend she made a personal challenge of it, and worked with one inside of her for the whole day. 

The work week was relatively uneventful, but when Saturday rolled around Kiyoko recalled she had promised to hang out with Sawako. She ended up picking the girl up from her family’s place and driving over together in the morning before the zoo opened. Sawa looked exceptionally cute when Kiyo arrived. She’d gone for a look somewhere in the realm of Lolita fashion, but was restrained enough to not resemble cosplay. She had on a dark blue floral print a-lined skirt that puffed out at her waist. Her legs, arms, and neckline were all exposed, suggesting she was deliberately trying to show a little more skin, so she brought a parasol to keep her from getting sunburnt. Seeing her so dolled up almost made Kiyoko wish she’d put more effort into her outfit… but not really. The vet had on her usual high waisted jeans, a matching jean jacket, and a v-neck. In spite of their differences the two ended up looking like a couple when they walked together, though that wasn’t immediately obvious to Kiyoko.  

The drive there was long, over an hour, but Sawa was uncharacteristically quiet in the beginning. Instead of talking she just hummed along with whatever was playing on the radio. Grudgingly Kiyoko decided then was as good a time as any to have a much needed Frank conversation with the girl. “So… Sawa-chan. We’re friends now right? I can speak my mind to you?” The teen’s eyes fluttered a little. It was clear where she hoped the conversation was headed. 

“Of course Kiyoko!” She replied with a glowing smile. 

Sighing, the older woman continued, “Right then. Listen, You’re a swell gal and all; Friendly, hard working, funny, but uh- I’m not into you romantically. I don’t…” She trailed off, trying to think of the best way to phrase what needed to come next. The words jumbled in her mind. She’d only had conversations like this with other people a few times in her life, and now, having one with someone she didn’t hate, communication felt even more difficult.  “I’m not into women… Or men, or anyone. Er- relationships they’re just- I don’t know, I’ve always felt like they were more trouble than they were worth. I’m sorry- to have to put it so bluntly, I know you must be disappointed. I just felt I had to say something.”

Sawa’s facial expression didn’t immediately change. As she listened to Kiyoko’s words the meaning of each sentence washed over her slowly. Like waves eroding a shoreline the coloration, and exuberance she’d previously exhibited, started to wash away. By the time the veterinarian had finished speaking the poor teen was slumped in her seat with her hand over her face. 

“I’m such an idiot.” She whined. “I’m sorry Kiyoko- I- shouldn’t have assumed.” Sawa sat herself back up again and shook her head. “This was so silly. I don’t know why I thought I had a chance with you, or even why I was crushing on you so hard in the first place.” Sawa took a deep breath, doing her best to be the mature young adult she really was, “That’s fine. I’m perfectly okay with just being friends.” The teen promised with a weaker, but sincere smile.

For a while Kiyoko didn’t know what to say, and just focused on the road. They both sat in silence listening to the radio, until something occurred to the older woman. “Hang on- what made you think I was gay anyways? I’ve been hit on my plenty of men in the past, but if I’m being honest this is the first time I’ve ever had a woman take so much interest… at least as far as I know anyway.” 

The teen blushed. “This is gonna sound judgy-” Kiyoko spied at the girl with nominal interest. “It’s just… ya know, you were kinda butch, and like I noticed that you’d never give any of the customers the time of day, even when the guys were cleary getting fresh with you.”

“I look butch?” The vet repeated skeptically. Sawa deadpanned, “Bitch you’re wearing a texas tuxedo as we speak…!” Kiyoko burst out laughing, and soon sawako joined in too, the tension from the moment before had already blown away. 

“So you’re ace?” The teen inquired, with a hand on her chin. “Gesundheit.” The older gal returned, clearly not understanding.  Sawa shook her head, “No no no- I mean like asexual, or aromantic?” Obtusely, Kiyoko again rebutted, “A sexual what?” Squealing sawa slapped her thighs and puffed out her cheeks with comically exaggerated frustration, “Are you messing with me!? Quit acting like such a boomer Kiyo! You’re not even that much older than me! Do you really not know what I’m talking about?” The veterinarian grinned at her own joke. She wasn’t super well informed about such subjects, but she was smart enough to get the jist of the question. “Uh yeah. I guess you could say that.” Kiyoko lied. Her aloof expression made her lie appear all the more convincing. 

The teen nodded. “Well- I think that’s cool. It’s good you know what you want. I respect that.” Kiyoko might have changed a subject but since they were addressing the issue she figured she might explore it further. “Say- Sawa, why did you like me anyway? Like- I know I’m not exactly easy to get along with?” Sawa looked out the window for a moment, blushing. Twiddling her index fingers she explained, “Well… if you must know- I don’t mind that you’re a little rough around the edges. I might have- kind of- enjoyed that you could be mean sometimes. Tsundere gals are sort of my type. Plus, I kind of look up to you. You er- sorry this is gonna sound kinda freudian, but you remind me a little bit of my mom. Sorry I know that’s weird.” 

Kiyo shrugged. “It’s not that weird. Loads of people are into shit like that.” That made the girl relax a little. “Oh- well yeah I suppose that is true isn’t it. That does make me feel a little better.” She sighed, and smiled wistfully, clearly reminiscing. “Your mom- is she… uh, still around?” The woman asked, doing her best to frase it sensitively. Sawa shook her head. “No. She died when I was in middle school. I um, still, miss her sometimes.” Kiyoko pursed her lips, unsure if she should say anything else, but decided, since sawa was being so forthcoming with her, it’d be alright to share. “It’s cool you have such a healthy relationship with your folks.” Raising an eyebrow, the teen asked cautiously, “You didn’t?” Kiyo shook her head. “Nope. My folks were awful. Dad gambled, and got violent over little things. My mom couldn’t handle it, so she drank, and took her frustrations out on me.” The young secretary looked sympathetic. “I’m sorry you had to go through all that.” With a dismissive wave, kiyo assured her friend, “It’s all in the past now. It’s fine-” Changing the subject she pointed ahead, “Now onto a more pleasant subject- we’re here.” 

Ahead of them, just off the freeway, was a large sign attached to a tall fence that broadcast an advert for the, “North Eastern Zoo,” Their intended destination.  It wasn’t very big, but it still had a pretty impressive selection of enclosures. Among those present was a snow leopard, red panda, himalayan camels, Japanese Macaques, and brown bears, just to name a few. After the two got their tickets, Sawa pulled out her phone and snapped a picture of them together. They spent the rest of the afternoon visiting the various animals. Among the more exciting sights was a public feeding of a newborn giraffe. A zoo keeper stood on a platform and held a large bottle to the wiggly legged creature's mouth, and it drank heartily while the crowd of onlookers gasped and applauded. Another memorable sight was a visit to an enclosure with a huge Siberian tiger. The creature lounged lazilly right next to the glass in front of the spectating area, totally indifferent to the gaggle of onlookers who approached to take selfies in front of it. The announcer explained that the tiger was part of a breeding program, and was doing his part to keep their sub species alive. When Kiyoko closed her eyes, her thoughts returned to the beautifully illustrated frescos she’d seen in her anthropology book.  She couldn’t help imagining what it would have been like to be mounted and fucked by such an awesome beast. Thinking about it made her tingle inside, like when she first saw Yuki’s hardon. She wondered if its cock would have barbed ridges like the phallus of a house cat, or if it’d be long and smooth like that of a lion. Tragically there was no information on that matter in any of the enclosures' informational blurbs, and the guides never mentioned it. 

The two of them wandered around the zoo for several hours.  It was late afternoon by the time they visited all the animals. Eventually they decided to call it a day, and return back home. On the way back Sawako asked Kiyoko to drop her off in town. 


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Though Sawako enjoyed her visit to the zoo with Kiyoko she still felt she needed some time alone before going home. She made up an excuse about needing to run a couple errands. The truth was part of her was still feeling a bit mopey over being rejected. Being alone with her thoughts in her bedroom all night filled her with dread. Unbothered by her request, Kiyo dropped her off in front of the supermarket, and returned home to go look after Yuki. The teen ended up wandering through town for a while. For a while she just sat in the park and watched some ducks swim across the pond. After she left she wandered through a couple of shops without buying anything, and ultimately ended up at an Izakaya several hours later after it had gotten dark. Their town didn’t have many places to eat out. The only other options were a pizzeria that mostly did takeout, and a place that sold cheap eats but closed after lunch. Hoping just to kill time she stepped inside, and was surprised to find it empty save for the cook who was polishing a cup behind the counter. 

He passed her a menu as sat at the counter, and said, “Welcome, let me know when you’re ready to order… Say you’re Jiro’s kid right? Sawako was it? How’s your old man doing? He used to come in here all the time, but I haven’t seen him lately.” Sawako took the menu and looked at it, but couldn’t decide what she wanted. “Um- yeah. That’s right. He’s fine. Just working a lot. I’ll tell him to swing by for a visit when he’s free.” She thought the man would have walked away but to her surprise he pulled up a chair opposite her. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’re looking a little blue there. I’m Naohiro. If uh, you’re looking to get a weight off your chest- I got nothing better to do. You know what they say, bartenders make for good listeners. Can I get you a beverage?” Sawa wavered her head ambivalently but she wasn’t against talking. “I’m only 18, I’m not old enough to drink.” Naohiro scoffed, and pulled out two thimble glasses, then filled them with shochu. “I won’t tell- if you don’t.”

Sawako looked at the glasses and then at the man. Judging by the salt and pepper hair on his sideburns, and his friendship with her father, that probably put him in his mid forties at least. He was handsome in spite of his age. He had a strong square clean shaven face with a well defined jaw, and deep set eyes. His physique however was the most attention grabbing feature. She’d noticed both his height and shape as soon as she walked in. Standing, the man was easily over six feet tall. He looked like when he wasn’t tending bar he spent his free time tearing phone books in half, and throwing cabers down grassy lanes; or to put it another way, he was fucking jacked. Though Sawako thought of herself as being more inclined toward the feminine sex she didn’t hate looking at him, and judging by the way  he watched her body, he didn’t hate looking at her either. 

“My daddy wouldn’t like me drinking.” She again deflected, more to gauge his reaction than as an actual protest. “You always do as your daddy tells you?” He asked with a fox’s smile. They made eye contact for a long silent moment. Sawako’s heart started fluttering in her chest. “Is he flirting with me?” She pondered, feeling quite flattered. Averting her eyes she played with her hair for a moment then replied, “N-no.”  The teen’s lie was unconvincing, but she nevertheless picked up her glass and tossed it back. She’d hoped the gesture would have made her look cool and mature, but as the burn suddenly hit her she had to cough. Naohiro laughed heartily, and slid over a glass of water before likewise shooting his, and pouring them both another round. The tingle in her throat from the previous drink hadn’t even faded by the time the next glass was filled. “Is he trying to get me drunk?” She asked herself. Though part of her brain knew it was wiser to stop, another louder thrill seeking side urged her to continue. 

The bartender rested his elbows on the table, making the short sleeves of his t-shirt ride higher up his arms, revealing still more impressive musculature. “So… You look like you’ve had a bit of a rough day. Want to talk about it?” The man asked, before removing the bandana he wore over his hair. By the look of things it seemed she’d be the last customer of the night. Sawa nodded. “I hung out with a friend of mine today. It was a lot of fun, but the thing is, I kind of had feelings for them, and I was hoping that spending more time together might enkindle things between us, but they rejected me. They said she wasn’t interested in me like that.” She’d been careful not to mention any names, or that it was a woman she’d had her heart set on, for fear it might complicate things. He nodded along, that subtle omission wasn’t lost on him. “Well shit. I hear that. That’s their loss; won’t know what they’re missing. Don’t beat yourself up over it baby girl. I think everyone goes through something like that at some point in their life. It’s nothing to be embarrassed about. It’s Certainly happened to me.” Sawa blushed a little at his casual use of such an intimate pet name, and ran her finger along the edge of her glass,  with a pensive expression. “How did you deal with it?” The man reclined in his chair, with his small serving of liquor in hand. He sipped it briefly before answering. “Well- mostly I’d distract myself. Keeping busy is easy enough. Sometimes I’d go out, and try to meet new people. You know what they say, there’s other fish in the sea.”  Though the advice was sound enough, Sawa still pouted. “You’re right, but I don’t know. This town feels more like a pond than an ocean sometimes… and I really wanted that fish.” The hulkish bartender chucked, his voice sounding like a low rolling rumble as it escaped him. “Shit, I’ll drink to that. To the one that got away. Cheers.” The two toasted and threw their drinks back. He licked his lips, evidently being both used too, and partial to the taste of straight shochu. Sawako was still struggling, but managed not to cough the second time around. “Ugh- this stuff packs a punch!” She complained jokingly, with watering eyes. The guy nodded, “Yeah- but it grows on you as you get older.” 

For the first time in her life Sawa was starting to feel the buzz of alcohol course through her brain. The lights in the room seemed brighter, and her insides felt warm. Thinking of a safety exercise she’d seen in school she tried to touch the different tips of her fingers together. The rule was if you missed even once it wasn’t safe to drive. The bartender raised an eyebrow as he saw her doing this. “Oh shit- you didn’t drive here did you?” Sawa looked up, her cheeks now a little pink. “N-no! I don’t own a car. I was planning on taking the bus home.” He breathed a sigh of relief, “Good- that spares me the trouble of needing to take your keys.” 

Sawa stared at him for another long moment with growing interest. He really was good looking. Maybe the alcohol made him more so, but she didn’t care. Furthermore, even though she wasn’t super experienced in the ways of romance, she suspected, and secretly hoped, the advice Naohiro had offered was a thinly veiled flirtation. She enjoyed the way he looked at her, she could sense an unspoken desire in his eyes, one she felt increasingly inclined to indulge.  
“If I was too drunk to drive, where should I go? My home’s pretty far from here.” Naohrio gestured to the room around them. “You wouldn’t be the first patron I let sleep one off here overnight. As long as you lock the place up when you leave, or stick around until I can open up tomorrow morning you’re good.” Sawako pushed her cup toward him, indicating for him to pour her another. Smirking, the server compiled. “I’ve never really slept outside of a bed before. I don’t know if I’d be very comfortable.” She stated in a deliberately bratty tone. The muscle man scoffed, “That’s what happens when you drink yourself silly in public, sugar. Consider the back pain your punishment.” Mention of punishment made Sawa’s ears perk up. 

“I can’t pay for this. I haven’t got any money.” The girl announced with a very coy smile on her face. The older man studied her. They each stared into one another's eyes. Both could feel tension building. 

“Is that so?” Naohiro replied, aware of what she was implying. 

Stretching out her hands she spread her fingers, and then turned it back like she were looking at her nails, in a blatantly preformative fashion. “You know it’s a pity. I just painted my nails not long ago too. I’d hate for them to fade or get chipped washing dishes. There must be another way I could pay you back...”

That did it. “I might be able to think of a thing or two.” The bartender assured. 

She raised her glass again, and smiled, flashing a set of pearly teeth. “Kompai!” Without waiting for him she downed the glass, and turned it upside down on the bar, like she’d seen in the movies. 

Rather than taking his shot with her, Naohiro rose from behind the bar and walked around the counter past her. Heading over to the door he flipped the sign, to read “Closed,” and set the bolt. Walking back toward her he moved with a certain confident swagger. She remained seated, letting him walk right up. With him hovering over her she could appreciate just how utterly tall he was. Extending his hand he reached down and stroked her hair, before slipping his hand lower and lifting her chin. Sawako shivered excitedly, and let him move her. Leaning down he slowly kissed her on the lips, and lingered there. The teen kissed him back with subservient delight. Without thinking she found herself slipping her tongue into his mouth, and let it tie with his. He was a good kisser, experienced, neither being too fast nor too forceful. When they parted he reached down and took her by the hand, saying, “Come with me. I live upstairs.” She nodded obediently, and once more examined his handsome body. As he stood before her, his waist nearly being at her eye level she noticed something she’d previously missed. In the front of his tight form fitting jeans, was a bulge so big it made her gawk. He wasn’t even erect yet, but she could clearly see the outline of his dick and balls in his jeans. Her heart went from beating fast, to outright racing, turning her red in the face. 

With a firm grip on her hand, the two traveled up a narrow set of stairs at the back of the shop into a small studio apartment on the floor above. The interior was a mix of traditional Japanese and modern styles. There was a little kitchenette at one end, and separate restroom, but the main room was covered in tatami floors and had furniture that could be easily stowed away, allowing it to serve as both living room and master bedroom. There was a futon laid already out on the floor that looked more than large enough for the both of them. She’d never been alone with a stranger like this before. The experience was simultaneously thrilling and terrifying. She thought quickly, and remembered something important. “Wait! I just need to send a text message to my daddy real quick. I should tell him I decided to spend the night at a friend’s place or he get suspicious.” She pulled her phone out of her purse, but before she could send the message Naohiro plucked the device out of her hands and tossed it on the mattress. 

“Now forget about all that. The only daddy you need to worry about right now is me.” He insisted. His voice was deep, resonating like a rich baritone as he spoke.

Sawa quivered. No one knew she was there. He could do anything to her, keep her there against her will even, and no one would even know where to look. He placed his hands on Sawako’s arms and kissed her once more. In spite of her reservations, she accepted it. This was a major milestone in her life. This man, who she barley knew, really intended to have sex with her; To despoil her. Though Sawa wasn’t totally inexperienced, this didn’t feel comparable to her previous encounters. She’d felt so grown up after giving her first handy to a cute boy she used to crush-on beneath the bleachers at her school. After blowing a friend’s older brother at a house party, she’d fancied herself quite mature. Now though, in the presence of a much older and more experienced man, she felt like just a girl again. She trembled in his powerful arms as he started Sliding the straps of her dress down her shoulders. “Don’t worry baby girl- I’ll be good to you.” His smooth words came as such a relief. She wanted that. She wanted him, and offered no resistance as he began to peel her clothes away. As he lowered the dress past her collar bone when suddenly she panicked, having overlooked another crucial detail. 

“W-wait Naohiro-san...” She lilted anxiously, grasping onto his shirt in desperation. She looked away,  “I um. Well-” she choking on her own words. The giant placed his hand on her cheek, “C’mon baby girl. Say what you need to say.” Her jumbled mind raced, unsure of how to form the right words. “It’s just. I-” She tried, barely articulating each syllable. Her mind filled with dark images. Some men are prone to becoming enraged upon learning their prospective partner is trans. Could she really tell him the truth? Was it too late? Would he feel deceived?  Would he understand? What if he didn't accept her, could she really hope to escape?  “I um… I used to be a boy.” The teen divulged, with her voice shrunken to little more than an agonized whisper. Her whole body trembled in his powerful grasp, but fortunately he didn’t react how she’d feared. Naohiro’s eyebrows rose slightly. He remained silent, like he was expecting more from her confession. “... And?” Sawako blinked at the question, dumbfounded. His indifference thralled her. Did he really have nothing more to say? She stared, mouth open, in stunned silence, but Naohiro just reached down and wiped away a tear she hadn’t realized she’d shed with his thumb.

“That doesn’t make a difference to me. Even if you were still a boy, if you’re sharing my bed, I’d still make you feel my woman.” The teen was beginning to get a sense of just what type of man she was dealing with. He knew exactly what was doing, probably right from the moment she walked into his diner.  “Now touch me.” He ordered, guiding her slender little hand to rest on his rapidly hardening bulge. She cupped it, feeling his rigid length straining against his jeans. She cooperated, and stared down at his manhood, glad to be instructed. 
She was tired of thinking. Though her brain told her that everything about what she was doing was wrong, but she didn’t care. As she closed her eyes, and felt his body her head gradually went quiet inside. It was good to feel desired, even if she was being just used. 


He helped her shed her garments, pulling the zipper in the back to let it fall to the floor between them. Shuddering she stood in nothing but her socks and underwear before him. Caressing her back he ran one hand down her body before pinching the thin sides of her undies and pulling them down as well. Her twiggy little cock stood fully erect, betraying her feelings. It was the first time another man had seen her naked, which made her feel all the more vulnerable. Sensing this he cradled her in his arms and scooped her right up off her feed in a bridal carry before laying her down on the futon. 

Kneeling over her, he began to strip as well. Peeling off his t-shirt shirt over head, he tossed it aside without a care. His chest was hairy, with a continuous patch of coarse dark hair running from his sculpted pecs all the way down to a happy trail. After ditching his jeans and underwear he stood over her, and admired her body, before gathering a bottle of lubricating oil, and another smaller container she didn’t recognize. He leaned across her, letting his huge erection tumble down over her comparably tiny sex, and said, “Smell this-” With a little twist he uncorked the smaller vial, and held it up to her nose. Though hesitant of the unknown substance she inhaled deeply. The smell was acrid, like nail polish remover, and made her cough. Placing her hand over her mouth she bleated, “Ugh- What is that!?” Naohiro capped it again and tossed it aside before opening the lube and generously applying it to his massive dick. “It’s a muscle relaxer. Don’t worry baby girl- you’ll thank me for it later.” His fingers were big and meaty as well. Extending a single well oiled digit he prodded it into her ass and slowly used it to stretch her. Sawa quavered at the feeling, his touch immediately made her most sensitive places tingle. He spread her virginal fuck hole wide with his finger, pushing it up, then down, and then to either side, until her body started sucking it in deeper. As he tenderized her, she could feel the muscle relaxer kicking in. Her head felt hot, and hazy. Her eyes dilated slightly too, leaving her with a  glassy doe eyed expression. Simultaneously the last ounce of resistance in her pucker seemingly melted away. 

With a sly grin he repositioned himself, kneeling between her thighs. “Bend’em.” He instructed, and pushed her legs up toward her chest. Sawa nodded, and did as she was told, grabbing onto her knees. He prodded the tip of his cock against her ass, slapping it with his tip, and pushing in without fully inserting to tease her. She whined, and moaned, at every touch, revealing just how easy she was to please. Though he refrained from commenting, Naohiro looked pleased by that. He reached down and placed a heavy hand around her throat, then pushing his weight forward penetrated her with his cock. Sawa immediately began to writhe from the intense sensation, her back going serpentine as he pushed in. His rod was as thick as a pill bottle, and as like a club. Seemingly disregarding her initial discomfort he pushed it deeper, making her clamp her eyes shut and grit her teeth. “AH- F- F-FUCK- OHMYGOD- OHMYGOD-” The teen exclaimed, momentarily overwhelmed. After sinking in more than half of his eight inches he held it here, and to let her body acclimatize. The girl breathed deeply through her mouth gulping down air like she was trying not to drown. 

“Now- what do you call me baby girl? What’s my name?” His hand tightened as he posed the question, not enough to restrict her airflow, but more than enough to underline how important it was for her to answer that question correctly. “Na-Nao-Hi-” she began to say, but his grasp tightened as she spoke. He shook his head. “What. Do. You. Call. Me?” He demanded, raising his volume of his voice. Sawa began to tear up again. She was scared, both of being hurt, but even more of disappointing him. What had he wanted? What was the right name?” 

“D-daddy?” She rasped, hardly able to spit it out as his vice grip constricted her esophagus. 

He released her neck, and placed both hands on either side of her head, planking over her. “Good girl.” He said, before ramming in the rest of his dick. His balls slapped against her ass with a rich fleshy clap. Sawa let out a shriek of pained delight as the whole thing pierced into her. Folded as she was, he reached her g-spot with ease, and proceeded thereafter pounding it without restraint. The older man gave her the full breadth of his length on every thrust. Her lithe body rocked upwards with each insertion. “UUUUGH- FUCK! YE-YES! AAAGH IT’S SO MUCH! AAAHE!” She squealed with shameless indecency. The sound of their colliding bodies, and her exclamations, mixed with a soft “Slchlick” as her tight ass squeezed his well lubricated rod. Before long the speed of the thrusts increased, making sawako melt. She moaned, and cried ceaselessly. The faster he went the harder it became for Sawako to think straight. Rich tingling warmth radiated through her. Without even realizing, her tongue had lolled out of her mouth slightly, and a thin layer of drool had begun to run down her cheek. Naohiro hammered her insides like that for a long while, working up a good sweat as he supported his own weight. After twenty minutes of rough handling he showed no sign of slowing, but Sawako was at her limit. Having her prostate so roughly stimulated made her cock become soft, and fall limp between her legs. So too her testicles contracted into her body, making her sack look like nothing more than a smooth mound beneath the flimsy dangling shoelace she called a penis. In long strands of sticky clear pre-cum oozed from it continuously. Her first orgasm rose up inside her like a wave, rising ever higher toward crescendo, before suddenly rushing forth. “Hnnng- Aaah- D-daddy! Daddy I’m gonna cum!” With a devious grin, Nao slowed but continued pumping, milking it all right out of her. Without once touching her own cock Sawako burst, firing three long ropes of watery girl cum across her flat chest.

Mercifully the bartender pulled out for a moment, and let her catch her breath. Sawako could hardly believe what happened. While she’d come from anal stimulation when she masturbated she almost always needed to touch her cock too. This time was different. With shaky hands she reached down and wiped some off of herself, then licked it off of her fingers. Nao snickered at that. “Y-you’re so good daddy! Ugh god I’ve never come so hard before!” She praised. The man nodded, “Good. Hope you’re ready for another.” Still floating on the pink afterglow cloud of her first orgasm the comment didn’t immediately register. “W-what?” She replied with naive innocence. Nao grabbed her by the ankle, and with a brusk motion rolled her over onto her knees. Grabbing her by the hair he pulled her head up, and made her raise her ass, before firmly planting his own two feet on the ground behind her, in a bulldog position. “You’ve got a debt to pay babygirl. You don't stop until I’m satisfied. Got it?” Sawako’s head swam. The way he tugged her hair turned her on all over again, and aroused an inkling of her old mischievous instinct. She grinned, and deliberately provoked him, “What did you pop a viagra before this? How much longer you think you can keep it up, old man!” Naohiro reached back and slapped her ass hard. “So you wanna play like that do you brat?” Though her ass still smarted from the slap she wiggled her tail end for him, “What’s the matter Daddy? you afraid to teach me a lesson?” He grinned. She’d clearly said enough to really get his blood up. “If that’s how you want it. That’s how you’ll get it.” Husked the brute. 

Thrusting her head down to the mattress he pinned her head in place with the bottom of his foot in a degrading gesture. Sawako let out a gasp that rose into a scream as he once again buried it in her balls deep. She shuddered, and buried her face in the sheets to hide how much it hurt, until he started moving. It was different from before. She’d seen the position in porn, but now being there, feeling it herself, she came to appreciate how much more intense it was. Every thrust was deeper. He was further inside of her than anything ever had been. She groaned erotically, and her eyes rolled form the sensation. Biting down on his pillow she held it there and let him rut her ass. “You like that slut?” Naohiro demanded. The teen grunted luridly, unable to form intelligible speech. She couldn’t deny it. Muffled by the pillow she cried back in response, “Yeshyeshyesh! It feels so good.” Ego stoked he smugly retorted, “That’s fucking right.” And gave her another hard slap on the behind. Naohiro went on abusing her hole for another long stretch. Eventually when he tired of the posture he pushed her prone and mounted her from behind, resting his chest right onto her back, and drilled while keeping her pressed flat to the floor. It was all embarrassingly good for Sawako. He didn’t even seem a little tired and she was already right about to cum again. Her whiny voice went up in pitch as it got closer. “What’s the matter slut- you gonna squirt for me again?” The giant egged. “N-no! I can take it! I can take it!” She’d hardly mouthed the words when more drops of messy white girl cum started spurting from her dick. The brute just laughed and she succumbed again. By the time she finished there was a large dark patch on the mattress where it had pooled between her thighs. 

The big man could have kept going, he had enough control over his own body to have fucked her for as long as he chose, but she was starting to go limp, and he had thoroughly enjoyed himself, so he decided to give her one last treat to reward her for all the hard work. Releasing her, he pulled out and sat down on the bed beside her. Her pucker gaped after he removed his dick. She huffed, and looked like she would have gladly laid there and fallen asleep but he wouldn’t let her off that easy. Snapping his fingers he said, “Hey- C’mon baby girl, get over here and smoke this pipe.” She rose slowly, first to her elbows, and then to her hands and knees, which all wobbled like the legs on a newborn deer. He sat back and presented his huge rod, which still glistened from all the oil. She blinked dumbly at it, so exhausted she could hardly see straight. “Suck.” He ordered again, pointing to it. 

Sawa brushed her hair back, and held his dick with both hands. Parting her lips she pushed it into her mouth and sucked his tip hard, slurping it until her cheeks turned concave. Nao let out a brief groan, suggesting he was into it. She persisted, bobbing her head to take in his glands, and began wringing her hands around his slick colum hoping to coax forth the creamy load within. Though she fucked like a virgin sawa could suck dick like a pro. Nao was far bigger than any of the other guys she’d sucked off, but that only made her enjoy it even more. Sticking out her tongue she beat his tip against it, pumping him hard with her hands. She could see his veins starting to bulge, he wouldn’t let on about it, but she could sense that he was getting close. She decided to try something new, just to put the cherry on the cake. Lowering herself she mouthed both of his balls, before dragging his tongue along his taint, and flicking it down against his ass. He was hairy, and musty as all hell, but her inner pervert loved it. Stroking his cock non-stop she ate his ass aggressively, smearing saliva all over her face in the process. To her surprise that pushed him over the edge in no time. Before long he shoved her head back and tilted it skyward. Standing up over her he grabbed his rod, and beat it with feverish speed. His tip flared, going dark red. Without needing invitation she looked up at his eyes, and opened her mouth, showing him exactly where to shoot it; and shoot he did. It gushed like a firehouse out of him. Rope after rope blasted into her mouth, along with a few that missed their mark, instead tagging her chin and chest, before the whole thing slowed to a trickle. When the last drops had fallen her mouth was full to the brim. She could have gargled with it if she wished. She closed, making some run down the sides of her cheeks, and then with a colossal effort chugged it down with a loud wet, “GGGLLK.” By the time it was gone she opened up again and stuck out her tongue to show off her accomplishment. 

“Did I do good Daddy?” She asked needily. 

Naohiro chuckled. “Real good baby girl. Consider that debt paid.” 

They retired to the bathroom briefly to shower off together. All while they bathed she clung to him, desperate to feel come kind of connection. By the time they laid down together again on fresh sheets unwelcome thoughts started infiltrating back into her tired mind. “Would Kiyoko pity me if she knew I’d done this because she rejected me? Would she give me another chance?” She knew it was a pathetic thing to think but she couldn’t help it. “Would my d-” As she thought of her father she found it difficult to use the term “daddy” when referring to him. The experience had changed the definition of that word for her. “Is my father worried about me? He still doesn’t know where I am. What would he think of me for doing something like this with one of his friends.” As she turned over she realized Naohiro had already fallen asleep beside her. “Is this really the best I can do?” 

Her eyelids were growing heavy. Sawako rested her head, and looked up at the ceiling. “So this is rebound sex?” She thought. “I can’t say I regret it, but I suppose it’s not all it’s cracked up to be.” With a sigh she rolled away from Naohiro and acquiesced into a deep sleep. 