Lorna's Lesson

Ryu sat in the booth, his mind racing, still reeling from the experiences of the last hour. He had already pushed his luck twice with Lorna, but there was something about her—her warmth, her gentle dominance—that made him want to go back for more. As he glanced over at her, still moving gracefully through the restaurant, tending to customers with that same motherly ease, the temptation grew too strong.

He looked at Zyrex, who was lazily sipping his drink, fully aware of what was going through Ryu’s head. “You thinking what I think you’re thinking?” Zyrex asked, raising an eyebrow.

Ryu hesitated, but then nodded. “Yeah. I… I think I want to give it another go.”

Zyrex chuckled, leaning back in his seat. “You’ve got guts, man. Just remember, Lorna’s sweet, but she’s got her limits.”

Ryu took a deep breath, then stood up, making his way over to Lorna, who was just finishing up with another table. She turned toward him as he approached, her warm smile never faltering.

“Back again, sweetheart?” she said, her tone soft and friendly. “What can I do for you this time?”

Ryu swallowed, nerves rising in his throat. “I was wondering... maybe we could go again? One more time?”

Lorna’s smile didn’t falter, but there was a knowing look in her eyes now. She placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, her touch firm but kind. “You’ve had your share already, sweetheart. Are you sure you want to keep going?”

Ryu nodded, his voice softer than before. “Yeah... I do.”

Lorna sighed, her gaze softening as she looked at him. “You know, sometimes it’s good to know when enough’s enough.” Her voice carried the same gentle tone, but there was a hint of warning beneath it.

Yet, she didn’t push him away. Instead, she gave a soft nod and motioned for him to follow. “Alright, come with me.”

Ryu could feel his legs trembling slightly as he followed the impressive hostess through the back of Bust&Bite. The kitchen was quieter than the main dining area, the smell of grease and cooked burgers filling the air, but the atmosphere between them had shifted. The hostess still moved with that same calm, natural grace, her enormous breasts swaying gently as she led him to a secluded area in the back.

There was something different about her this time—something more commanding, even though her warmth and empathy were still palpable. As she turned to face him, her expression was gentle but firm. She rested her hands on her wide hips, the cum-stained fabric of her overstretched top straining under the weight of her breasts.

“You’ve been such a nice guest today, Ryu,” she said, her voice soft but carrying a hint of authority. “But it seems you need to know, when enough is enough.”

Ryu swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest. He had already pushed his luck by asking for a third time, and now, standing here in the quiet of the kitchen, he realized he might have pushed it too far.

She smiled as she stepped forward, her presence filling the room. “I’m going to teach you a lesson, darling,” she continued, her hands reaching for the waistband of her pants. “But don’t worry—I’ll take good care of you. You’re in safe hands.”

As she unbuckled her pants, Ryu’s breath caught in his throat. His eyes widened as she pulled them down, revealing something that sent a shockwave through him—a thick, semi-erect dick nestled between her thighs, hanging naturally beneath her enormous breasts. She was a futa.

Ryu’s mind reeled for a moment, his heart racing even faster. He hadn’t expected this, but then again, nothing in Mammopolis was quite what it seemed. And here, in this hypersexualized city, such things were hardly out of the ordinary. The shock quickly gave way to a strange sense of curiosity, mixed with the same nervous anticipation he’d felt earlier.

The hostess caught his expression and chuckled softly, her voice full of amusement but still warm. “Surprised, love?” she asked, her hands settling on her hips again as she looked down at him. “This city has all kinds of surprises, but don’t worry—I’m still the same nice hostess you know. You’ve nothing to fear.”

Ryu nodded, his throat dry as he tried to process the situation. But the hostess wasn’t giving him much time to dwell on it. She stepped forward, cupping his cheek in one hand, her touch gentle and reassuring despite the obvious power dynamic between them.

“I told you I’d teach you a lesson,” she said softly. “And now you’re going to learn.”

With slow, deliberate movements, she helped him out of his pants, her hands guiding him into position against one of the counters. Her touch was still firm but gentle, the same care she had shown him before now carrying an edge of dominance.

As she pressed up against him, her surprise rubbing against his skin, Ryu felt a wave of new sensations rushing through him. He had never been in a situation like this before, but the way she held him, the way she whispered soothing words into his ear, made it feel strangely natural. Her breasts pressed heavily against his back as she leaned in closer, her voice soft and soothing as always.

“Relax, sweetheart,” she murmured, her lips brushing against his ear. “It’ll be gentle at first, but I want you to feel it. This isn’t just about pleasure.”

She guided him, her hands firm on his hips, as she pressed her cock gently against him. The initial sensation was foreign, overwhelming, but the way she moved—slowly, deliberately—kept him grounded. Her other hand stroked his lower back in gentle circles, the same way she had earlier.

“There we go,” she whispered, her voice full of pride as she pushed further. “You’re doing so well.”

The pressure built gradually as she eased her way inside him, her movements careful but unrelenting. Ryu gasped softly, his body trembling as the sensations washed over him. It was strange, intense, but her guiding presence made it all feel like part of the lesson. She wasn’t just dominating him—she was teaching him.

“Good boy,” she cooed, her hand still stroking his back as she moved deeper. “You’re taking it so well.”

As the minutes passed, her thrusts grew firmer, more insistent. The lesson was becoming clear—he had pushed too far by asking for more, and now she was showing him where his limits lay. The harder she thrust, the more Ryu felt the mix of pleasure and discomfort building within him, but the hostess never let him feel abandoned. Her words were always there, soft and encouraging, even as she drove the lesson home.

Her cock filled him completely now, her hips slapping against his skin as she took him harder, the sound echoing off the walls of the kitchen. Ryu’s breath came in ragged gasps, but through it all, her voice never wavered.

“You’re doing so well,” she murmured, her tone both comforting and commanding. “But remember, love—there’s a time to ask, and a time to know when you’ve had enough.”

With one final, deep thrust, she slowed her movements, her hand still stroking his back in slow, soothing circles as she gently pulled out. Ryu collapsed forward slightly, his legs trembling, his mind spinning with everything that had just happened.

The hostess helped him stand, her touch tender as she helped him pull his pants back up. “There,” she cooed softly, brushing a hand through his hair. “Lesson learned?”

Ryu nodded, his breath still coming in short bursts. “Y-Yeah… I think so.”

She smiled, her warmth returning in full as she cupped his cheek. “Good boy. Now, go on back to your table, love. You’ve done well today, but remember—everything in moderation.”

Ryu swallowed hard, feeling a strange mix of relief, embarrassment, and… something else he couldn’t quite place. He turned to leave the kitchen, his body still trembling from the experience, but as he walked back toward Zyrex, he couldn’t help but feel that, despite the lesson, he had learned something important about himself today.

As Ryu approached, Zyrex shot him a knowing grin, eyes twinkling with amusement. “Well, well… you’re still standing. That’s something,” he said, raising an eyebrow. “How’d the lesson go?”

Ryu collapsed into the seat across from him, still catching his breath. “I… uh… yeah, I learned something, alright,” he managed, his voice a little hoarse.

Zyrex laughed, leaning forward. “You look like you’ve been through it, man. What happened back there? You look like you just ran a marathon.”

Ryu rubbed the back of his neck, still trying to process everything. “She’s… different. A lot different than I expected.”

Zyrex’s grin widened, clearly catching on. “Oh, I get it. She showed you the *full* Mammopolis experience, didn’t she?”

Ryu nodded slowly, not trusting his voice just yet. “Yeah… let’s just say I didn’t see that coming.”

Zyrex chuckled again, taking another sip from his drink. “That’s Lorna for you. She’s one of the best at what she does. No one forgets their first time with her. Hell, most people don’t get as far as you did. Consider yourself lucky.”

Ryu managed a small, sheepish smile. “Lucky? I’m still trying to figure out what the hell just happened.”

Zyrex shrugged, still grinning. “You’ll get used to it. Mammopolis is full of surprises. And trust me, once you’ve been here long enough, it’ll start to feel normal.” He leaned in, his tone softening. “But hey, if you’re looking for more of those surprises, we’ve got a lot more places to explore.”

Ryu, still catching his breath, couldn’t help but laugh despite the situation. “I think I need a minute before any more surprises.”

Zyrex clapped him on the back, clearly enjoying his friend’s wide-eyed reaction to the city. “Fair enough. But remember, you’re only just getting started here. The real fun is yet to come.”

As Ryu settled back into his seat, still buzzing from the encounter, he couldn’t help but wonder what other surprises Mammopolis had in store for him. One thing was for sure—he wasn’t going to forget this day anytime soon.