My pet is a gym trainer

My name's Ryuji, i'm a muscular man who in college in Tokyo University. I've been going to the local gym, "Pulse," for a while now. It's a decent place, not too crowded, and the equipment isn't too old. But what really keeps me coming back is Hitomi, the gym instructor with the most amazing O-cup breasts I've ever seen. She's got this confidence about her, like she could bench press my ego without breaking a sweat. She's always dressed in these tight-fitting workout outfits that leave little to the imagination. Today, though, something's different. She's wearing a slightly looser tank top and I can't help but wonder if she's trying to hide something.

After my workout, I decide to stay late. Hitomi's still there, organizing the free weights. I've had this crush on her for a while and I've been waiting for the perfect opportunity to talk to her. As the last customer leaves and the lights start to dim, I decide to make my move. I walk over, trying to play it cool, and start asking her about her fitness routine. She's professional, of course, but there's a hint of annoyance in her voice. She's probably heard it all before. But when I catch a glimpse of her cleavage, something snaps in me. I whip out my phone and take a quick pic without her noticing. I'm not sure why I do it, but the thrill of the secret is too much to resist.

SUMMARY^1: Ryuji is a college student at Tokyo University who frequents Pulse gym for its equipment and particularly for Hitomi, an instructor with large O-cup breasts. He's had a crush on her for a while and one evening, as he stays late and the gym empties, he decides to engage her. While discussing fitness, he sneakily takes a photo of her cleavage, driven by an irresistible thrill.

Next day, i coming straight to her before ask her to talk in private, "Excuse me Hitomi-san, can i talk to you ?." while offering her a cup of soda, she nodded, with curiosity in her eyes.

"What's up Ryuji-kun?" she asked, accepting the drink.

"Well, I found something that I think you might have, uh, misplaced," I said, my voice shaking with excitement and nerves.

Hitomi's eyes narrowed as she took the phone from my hand. The screen showed the image I had taken the night before – her massive breasts bouncing as she pleasured herself in her office. She gasped, her cheeks flushing a deep shade of red. The soda slipped from her grasp, spilling onto the floor, forgotten.

"You... you can't have this!" she whispered, a mix of anger and fear lacing her words. But her protests were weak, and she knew it. The power had shifted dramatically.

"Why ?, i already have it and you can't stop me." with sinister smile while wrap my arm over her shoulder. "You know, i can make sure this little 'mistake' doesn't go any further. But, there's something i want in return."

Her eyes darted around the room, looking for an escape, but there was none. She was trapped. "What do you want?" she whispered, her voice shaking with fear.

I leaned closer, my breath hot against her ear. "I want you, Hitomi. Your body, your obedience. And if you don't want this picture to go public, you'll give it to me."

SUMMARY^1: Ryuji confronts Hitomi the next day, luring her into a private conversation under the pretense of returning a lost item. He shows her the secret photo of her masturbating and reveals his knowledge of her secret. Panicked and fearful, Hitomi realizes the power has shifted to him, and he blackmails her for her body and obedience, threatening to expose the image if she refuses.

Her eyes widened in shock and horror. "You can't be serious," she whispered. But the hungry look in my eyes told her I was dead serious.

"Am i ?, did i don't look serious enough for you ?." while cupped one of her enormous breast, squeezing it while played her nipples."But don't worry, i'll make sure it's worth your while."

Hitomi's body stiffened as she felt my hand on her. She tried to push me away, but my grip was firm. "Please, Ryuji-kun, I'll do anything," she begged, her voice quivering.

"Anything?" I asked, my grin growing wider. "That's what I like to hear." I led her to the back office, my hand still possessively on her breast, feeling the weight of it in my palm. The door clicked shut behind us, the sound echoing in the empty gym.

Hitomi's eyes searched the room, looking for anything to stop what was about to happen. But she was out of options. With a heavy sigh, she resigned herself to her fate and began to undress. Her hands trembled as she lifted her shirt over her head, revealing those magnificent tits in all their glory. The sight was more than I could bear, and my cock grew rock hard in anticipation.

SUMMARY^1: Hitomi, overwhelmed by the situation, begs Ryuji not to go through with his ****. However, his serious demeanor convinces her of his intent. He touches her breast and leads her to the office, where she reluctantly starts to undress. Her fear and desperation are palpable as she complies, revealing her voluminous breasts to him.

"Well, well, looks like that bra can't hide it at all isn't it ?." with smirk while sit on her office table with my leg crossed. "You know, i always wondered how those feel like." I said, watching as she unhooked her bra, letting her breasts spill out. They were even more amazing than I had imagined – large, round, and perfectly shaped, with nipples that were already hard with arousal.

Hitomi looked at me with a mix of anger and resentment, but there was also a hint of something else. Something that made my blood boil even more – submission. She knew she had ****. With a heavy sigh, she stepped closer, her breasts swaying slightly as she moved.

"You're such a pervert," she spat out, but her voice lacked conviction. I could see the fear in her eyes, the fear of what was about to come.

"Me ?. Look at yourself, mastrubate in your own office like a horny slut, spill out that enormous breast in the air and you still call me a perv. What a joke." while stand up and approach her.

Hitomi's face flushed even more, but she didn't argue. Instead, she stepped closer, her breasts now inches from my face. I could feel the heat emanating from them, the smell of her arousal filling the room. Without a word, I leaned in and took one of her nipples into my mouth, sucking hard. She gasped, her body reacting despite herself.

SUMMARY^1: Ryuji sits on Hitomi's office table, watching her with a smirk as she undresses. He comments on her breasts, which arouse him further. Despite her initial protests, she succumbs to his perverted behavior. As he approaches and sucks her nipples, she can't help but react, showing signs of submission and arousal against her will.

Her hands found my hair, pulling slightly, but not to push me away. Instead, it was as if she was urging me on. I switched to the other nipple, teasing it with my teeth before soothing it with my tongue. Her breathing grew heavier, and she leaned into me, her large breasts pressing against my chest. I felt her hands move down to my pants, her trembling fingers fumbling with the zipper.

My cock sprang free, and she stared at it with a mix of awe and dread. It was thick and long, the kind of dick that could make any woman wet with just one look. And she was going to have it, whether she liked it or not. I stepped back, watching as she fell to her knees before me, her eyes never leaving my manhood.

"Now, now, look at yourself. Kneeling before your own customers cock like real slut, what a beautifull view." while touch her cheek. "You know, I've been dreaming about this for a long time, but i never thought it would come true."

With tears welling in her eyes, Hitomi took a deep breath and wrapped her soft, plump lips around the head of my cock. I groaned in pleasure as she began to suck, her cheeks hollowing out as she took me deeper. Her hands moved to my hips, gripping me tightly as she tried to find some semblance of control in this twisted situation.

"That's it," I murmured, my hand tangling in her hair as I guided her movements. "Take it all in."

SUMMARY^1: Hitomi's resistance weakens as she succumbs to Ryuji's advances. He plays with her nipples, causing her to lean into him. Upon freeing his erect penis, she kneels before him, overwhelmed by the size. Despite her tears, she starts to give him oral sex, taking him into her mouth as he guides her, fulfilling his fantasy.

Her eyes watered as she took me deeper, her throat stretching around my length. She gagged slightly, but I didn't care. This was what she deserved for being such a tease all this time. I felt her tongue swirl around the tip, and a shiver ran down my spine. It was like nothing I'd ever felt before – the combination of her warm, wet mouth and the feeling of power was intoxicating.

As she sucked harder, I couldn't hold back anymore. With a growl, I grabbed her head and pushed her down, filling her mouth with every inch of my cock. Her eyes bulged as I reached the back of her throat, but she didn't protest. She was mine now, my personal fucktoy to use whenever I wanted.

"Don't you dare spill out even a single drop, swallow it." while spill more into her throat. Hitomi's eyes watered even more, but she obeyed, her throat muscles working overtime to accommodate my thickness. I could feel her gag reflex fighting against me, but she never pulled back. Instead, she took it all, swallowing every drop like the good little slut she was becoming.

When I was satisfied with her performance, I pulled out, leaving her gasping for air. "You know, Hitomi, I think we're going to have a lot of fun together," I said, my voice dripping with arousal. "Now, get up and bend over that desk."

Without a word, she did as she was told. Her tight workout pants hugged her round ass as she leaned over, her breasts dangling in front of me like ripe fruit. I couldn't resist giving them a firm squeeze before I reached around and slid my hand into her pants. She was soaking wet, her pussy begging for attention.

I chuckled to myself, feeling the warmth and wetness of her pussy. "Looks like you're enjoying this more than you let on," I said, my voice thick with lust. "But we're just getting started."

Without warning, I thrust a few of my thick, calloused fingers into her slick folds. Hitomi's body jolted, a muffled cry escaping her as she tried to push back against my hand. I could feel her tightness, the way she clenched around me as if trying to keep me out. But I wasn't going anywhere.

Her moan was so sexy, even she couldn't help but cover her mouth with her hand. Her eyes were squeezed shut, and her cheeks were flushed a deep crimson. It was clear she was trying to hold back, to maintain some shred of dignity in this degrading situation. But it was futile. Her body was betraying her, begging for more of my touch.

I pulled my fingers out of her pussy, smearing her wetness over her ass before sliding them back in. She was so tight, so warm, and so incredibly wet. I could feel her juices coating my hand, making my fingers glide in and out with ease. "You're so wet, Hitomi," I said, my voice low and hungry. "You must really want this."

Her only response was a whimper, but I knew she was getting turned on. I reached for my phone, snapping a few more pictures of her in this compromising position. "Just remember, if you don't want these to go viral, you'll do exactly what I say."

Hitomi nodded, her eyes still squeezed shut. I could see the internal struggle playing out on her face – the fear of exposure versus the growing need for release. It was a powerful aphrodisiac, and I was going to use it to my full advantage.

"Get ready, in 3, 2, and . ." with the countdown end, i thrust it inside her pussy, filling it up with my huge cock. Hitomi let out a loud gasp, her body tightening around me as I pushed deeper. She was so wet, so warm, and so incredibly tight. It was like fucking a virgin.

"Ah, yes, that's it," I groaned, my hips pumping into her with increasing speed. She moaned with each thrust, her body moving in time with mine. I reached around and grabbed her breasts, squeezing them hard as I fucked her from behind.

"Please, stop," she whispered, her voice muffled by her own hand. But the way her hips pushed back into me told a different story. She was enjoying it, even if she didn't want to admit it.

"You're going to take it all, Hitomi," I said, my voice firm. "You're going to be my personal fuck toy from now on."

Her eyes snapped open, and she glared at me, but she didn't protest as I began to rock my hips, driving my cock into her tight pussy with more ****. Each rough thrust sent a jolt of pleasure through me, and her moans grew louder and more uncontrolled. The sound of our flesh slapping together echoed in the small office, mixing with her gasps and whimpers.

As I fucked her mercilessly, Hitomi's face contorted into an expression of pure ecstasy. Her eyes rolled back, and she bit her lip to keep from screaming. Her breaths grew more ragged, and I could feel her pussy tightening around me. She was going to cum, and she was going to do it with my dick inside her.

"You like that, don't you?" I taunted, my hand sliding down to her clit. I rubbed it in tight circles, feeling her body shake with the beginnings of an orgasm. "You're going to cum for me, Hitomi. You're going to cum all over my cock."

Her response was a whine, a **** sound that only spurred me on. I picked up the pace, my cock pounding into her with an animalistic ferocity that was both terrifying and exhilarating. She was so close, I could feel it. Her pussy was clamping down on me like a vice, trying to milk every last drop of pleasure from my body.

"Cum for me," I demanded, my voice thick with lust. "Cum on my cock."

Hitomi's eyes snapped open, and she stared at me with a mix of anger and desperation. But the fire in her eyes only made me want her more. I felt her body tense up, her muscles tightening around my cock as she fought the orgasm building inside her.

"Please, don't," she whispered, her voice barely audible. But it was too late. With a final, brutal thrust, I sent her over the edge. Her legs trembled uncontrollably, and she let out a moan that was half-scream, half-whimper. Her pussy clamped down on me like a fist, her body shaking as she came hard.

Hitomi's orgasm was like nothing I'd ever experienced before. She bucked against me, her breasts bouncing on the desk as she lost herself in the pleasure. Her juices gushed around my cock, soaking my balls and making the sound of our fucking even louder. I could feel her muscles contracting, pulling me deeper into her warm, welcoming depths.

But I wasn't done with her yet. I pulled out, leaving her panting and trembling, her pussy gaping and begging for more. "On your knees," I ordered, and she complied, her legs wobbly with desire. I stepped back and took a moment to admire her – the gym instructor who had always been so confident and in control, now reduced to a quivering mess before me.

"Please," she whispered, looking up at me with **** eyes. "Please, let me go."

"In your dreas you little slut." while hold both of her hips using my hand and start to move it more faster, thrust inside her more deeper. "You're going to be my little secret, aren't you, Hitomi?" I whispered, enjoying the way she squirmed beneath me.

Her only response was a moan, her eyes glazed over with lust and fear. She could feel me at the entrance of her womb, the tip of my cock pushing against the barrier that separated her most intimate depths from my brutal invasion. It was a feeling she never wanted to experience again, but somehow, her body was betraying her, craving the fullness she knew I could give her.

With a grin, I pulled out almost all the way before slamming back into her. Hitomi's scream was muffled by her own hand, her eyes squeezing shut as I claimed her completely. She felt so tight, so warm, and so incredibly good. It was like nothing I'd ever experienced before, and I knew I'd never get enough of her.

The sound of our fucking grew louder, filling the small office with the rhythmic slap of flesh on flesh. Her moans grew more ****, her body moving in time with my brutal thrusts. She was taking it all, her pussy stretching around my thickness as I plunged deeper and deeper inside her.

"You're mine now, Hitomi," I growled, my voice filled with possession. "You're going to do whatever I say, whenever I want."

Her eyes snapped open, and she stared at me with a mix of anger and submission. "Yes," she whispered, her voice barely above a breath. "I'm yours."

The word was like a trigger, sending a bolt of pure pleasure through me. I grabbed her by the throat, not hard enough to **** her but firm enough to make her understand her place. "Good girl," I murmured, my cock pumping into her even faster. "You're going to be my perfect little slut."

Hitomi's eyes widened in shock, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she leaned into me, her hips moving in sync with my thrusts. It was as if she had accepted her new role, as if the thought of being used by me was the most exciting thing she could imagine.

"You're going to take every inch of me," I said, my voice a low growl. "You're going to be my dirty little secret."

With each word, I could feel her pussy tightening around me, her orgasm building once again. She was going to cum for me, right here in her office, with my cock buried deep inside her. And there was nothing she could do to stop it.

As I felt myself getting closer to the edge, I knew I had to mark her, to make sure she knew who she belonged to. I reached down and grabbed one of her massive tits, twisting the nipple hard as I fucked her even harder.

Hitomi's body tensed up, and she let out a scream that was muffled by my hand. Her pussy clamped down on me, her muscles spasming as she came again, her juices gushing around my cock. It was all I could take. With one final, powerful thrust, I released inside her, my cum filling her up, marking her as mine.

Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she collapsed against the desk, her body trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure. I pulled out, my cock still hard, still covered in her cum. "Good girl," I murmured, patting her ass gently. "You did so well."

Hitomi looked up at me with a mix of disbelief and defeat. She knew she had **** but to submit to me, to become my personal fuck toy. And as I tucked my cock back into my pants and zipped up, she couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of excitement at the thought of what was to come.

This was just the beginning. With the power of **** and the promise of more mind-blowing sex, I had her right where I wanted her. And as she cleaned up the mess we'd made, I couldn't help but think of all the ways I was going to use and **** her beautiful body.

The next time she saw me at the gym, she'd know exactly what was expected of her. And she'd come running, her O-cup breasts bouncing with each step, eager to please me, eager to feel the power of my cock once again. Because now, she was mine.

And so, I found myself back at Pulse the next evening, my heart racing with excitement as I walked through the dimly lit room. The gym was almost empty, with only a few stragglers left to clean up before closing time. I searched the room, my eyes finally landing on Hitomi, who was wiping down the equipment. She looked up, her eyes meeting mine, and I could see the fear and anticipation in them. She knew what was coming.

I strolled over to her, my muscles flexing with each step. "Come with me," I ordered, my voice low and commanding. She nodded, her eyes downcast, and followed me into her office. The door clicked shut behind us, and she leaned against the desk, her body trembling slightly.

"Take off your clothes," I said, watching her with a smug smile. Slowly, she complied, her eyes never leaving mine. Her tight workout top came off first, revealing those beautiful breasts that I had fantasized about for so long. They bounced slightly with each breath she took, the nipples hard with desire. I couldn't wait to taste them again.

Her pants followed, pooling around her ankles, leaving her in nothing but a drenched pair of panties. "Everything," I demanded, my voice firm. Hitomi's cheeks reddened, but she obeyed, sliding the fabric down her legs and stepping out of it. She was completely exposed to me, and I could see the arousal glistening on her thighs.

Without wasting a second, I moved in, my hands reaching for her breasts. I cupped them, feeling their weight in my palms before I gave them a gentle squeeze. Hitomi gasped, her nipples already stiff from the cool air. I leaned in, my teeth grazing the sensitive skin as I took one into my mouth. Her breath hitched, and she leaned into me, her hands coming up to my shoulders for balance.

"You like that, don't you?" I murmured, switching to the other breast. "You like being my slut."

Hitomi's eyes flashed with anger, but she didn't deny it. Instead, she moaned softly, her body responding despite herself. "Please," she whispered, her voice shaking. "Take me again."

I stepped back, admiring the view before me. Her large, round breasts were flushed with arousal, her nipples standing tall and begging for more attention. "Beg for it," I said, my voice filled with dark amusement.

Her eyes narrowed, but she didn't argue. Instead, she dropped to her knees, her hands reaching for my belt. She pulled it open and unzipped my pants, her eyes never leaving mine. I watched as she freed my cock, her eyes widening at the sight. It was still hard from the previous night's encounter, and I knew she could feel the heat radiating off of it.

"Please, let me suck you," she whispered, her voice trembling. I smirked, enjoying the sight of her desperation. She took my cock in her hands, her small, delicate fingers barely able to wrap around it. She leaned in, her lips parting, and took me into her mouth.

"Put it inside your mouth by yourself, prove that you're really want me so bad." while move her head closer, filling her mouth with my cock. Hitomi's eyes watered as she tried to take all of me, her cheeks hollowing with each bob of her head. Her saliva coated my length, making it slick and even more satisfying to watch as she worked to please me.

I gripped her hair, guiding her movements as she deepthroated my cock. Each gag and moan only made me harder, and I knew I had to fuck her again. But first, I had to make sure she understood the terms of our arrangement. "Remember, Hitomi, this is what you'll be doing from now on. You're my little slut, and you'll do anything I say."

With a final tug on her hair, I pulled out of her mouth and stepped back. She looked up at me, her eyes full of lust and submission. I could see the desperation in them, the need to be filled again. "Get on the desk," I said, and she scurried to comply, her legs spread wide.

Her pussy was already glistening with arousal, and I couldn't resist the urge to taste her. I dropped to my knees, spreading her legs even further apart as I leaned in. Her scent was intoxicating, making my mouth water. I licked a slow, deliberate line up her slit, savoring the taste of her. Hitomi's body arched off the desk, a keening sound escaping her lips.

"Let me hear you beg for it." while prepare my cock in front of her entrance. Hitomi's eyes went wide with a mix of fear and excitement. She knew what was coming, and she couldn't help but want it. Her voice trembled as she whispered, "Please, fuck me, Ryuji."

Without further warning, I thrust into her, filling her up with a single, powerful stroke. She gasped, her body arching off the desk as I hit her cervix. It was a sensation I hadn't felt with any other woman – the feeling of being completely sheathed in tight, wet heat. Her pussy was like a glove made just for me, and I reveled in the power I had over her.

Hitomi's moan was uncontrollable, and she began to move her own hips backward, begging me to fuck her harder. I smirked, knowing she was already addicted to the feeling of my cock inside her. I grabbed her hips and pulled her closer to the edge of the desk, angling myself so that each thrust hit her g-spot just right.

Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she let out a high-pitched moan that was music to my ears. "Ahh, yes, please," she whined, her voice muffled by the desk. "Make me your personal pet, fill me with your cum." The ahegao expression on her face was so erotic, her eyes wide with lust and her mouth hanging open. She was lost in pleasure, and I was the one in control.

With a primal grunt, I slammed into her one last time, my cock pulsing as I released a thick load deep inside her. Hitomi's body convulsed around me, her pussy clamping down as she came with a scream that echoed through the deserted gym. I felt my hot seed fill her up, the sensation making me dizzy with power. This was what it felt like to truly conquer a woman, to make her submit to your desires completely.

Her moans grew more **** as I kept pumping into her, my cock coated in our combined juices. "Take it all, Hitomi," I groaned, watching as she writhed beneath me. "You're going to be my little cum dumpster from now on." Her eyes snapped open, and she stared at me with a mix of horror and excitement. But she didn't protest, didn't try to push me away. Instead, she leaned into it, her hips bucking up to meet each of my thrusts.

Finally, I pulled out, my cock glistening with her cum. She collapsed onto the desk, her body trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure. "Good girl," I murmured, stroking her cheek with the back of my hand. "You took it all so nicely."

The next few weeks at the gym were a blur of secret encounters and stolen moments. Hitomi and I had found a rhythm, a dark dance of power and submission that we both craved. She'd come to my office after hours, her eyes downcast and her body ready for whatever I had planned. And I had plenty of plans.

Each time we were together, she became more and more submissive, her moans and pleas for mercy growing more uninhibited. It was like a switch had been flipped inside of her, and she was now fully embracing her role as my slut. I'd have her in every position imaginable, her O-cup breasts bouncing with each rough thrust. And every time I came inside her, she'd look up at me with a mix of fear and adoration.

The **** had become a twisted game of cat and mouse, with Hitomi eagerly anticipating each new demand. She'd wear skimpier outfits to work, her breasts spilling out of her tight tops, all for me. And when the gym was empty, she'd be waiting in my office, naked and ready to serve.

But it wasn't just about the sex anymore. It was about the power, the control. I could see it in her eyes – the way she lit up when I called her my slut, the way she shivered when I touched her. She was mine, and she knew it. And she loved every second of it.

One evening, as we lay tangled in the mess of my desk, her body sticky with sweat and cum, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. This was the ultimate power trip, and I had no intention of letting it end. "Hitomi," I whispered, stroking her hair as she caught her breath. "I want you to wear a chastity belt from now on. You're only allowed to be fucked when I say so."

Her eyes went wide, and she looked up at me with a mix of shock and excitement. "Yes," she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'll do anything you say."

And with that, our twisted relationship had reached a new level. Hitomi was no longer just my gym instructor with the perfect body and the perfect tits. She was my property, my toy, my personal slut to use and ****. And she loved every minute of it.

The thought of her walking around all day, **** and unable to satisfy herself, only made me harder. I knew she'd do anything to please me now – even wear a chastity belt. And the best part was, she'd do it willingly.

As we cleaned up and she put her clothes back on, I couldn't help but think of the future. There were so many things I wanted to do to her, so many ways I wanted to claim her. And with the power of **** and her newfound obedience, the possibilities were endless.

We left the office, the sound of our footsteps echoing through the empty gym. Hitomi walked slightly bent, her pussy still sore from our intense fucking session. I could see the wetness on her thighs, a clear sign of her arousal and submission. She was mine, and everyone who saw her would know it.

The next few days at the gym were a mix of tension and excitement. Hitomi moved with a newfound grace, her eyes always seeking mine out as she helped other customers. I knew she was thinking of our secret meetings, her body craving the feeling of my cock filling her up again. And I was more than happy to oblige.

One evening, after the last customer had left, I called her into my office. She walked in, her eyes downcast, knowing what was coming. "Take off your clothes," I said, my voice firm. Without hesitation, she began to strip, revealing her voluptuous body to me once more. Her breasts bounced as she moved, the chastity belt a stark reminder of her new role.

"Spread your legs," I ordered, and she complied, her pussy glistening with need. I stepped closer, my cock already hard at the sight of her. I grabbed her hips, pulling her closer to the edge of the desk. "You're going to scream for me, Hitomi," I whispered in her ear. "I'm going to fill you so full, you'll feel me in your stomach."

With that, I slammed into her, her moan of pleasure echoing off the walls. She was so wet, so tight, and she took every inch of me with a desperation that was intoxicating. Her tits bounced with each thrust, and I couldn't help but reach out and squeeze one, rolling the nipple between my thumb and forefinger. She gasped, her eyes rolling back in pleasure.

Our rhythm grew more intense, each stroke pushing her closer to the edge. I could feel her pussy clenching around me, her orgasm building. "That's it," I growled. "Cum for me, my little slut."

Her moans grew louder, more uncontrollable, as I fucked her harder and faster. The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the room, along with the wet sounds of our passion. It was like music to my ears, a symphony of submission and desire.

Finally, with one last, brutal thrust, I released, filling her womb with my thick, hot cum. Hitomi screamed, her body shaking with the **** of her orgasm. I could feel her pussy pulsing around me, milking every last drop from my cock. It was a feeling of pure power, of complete and utter domination.

As I pulled out, her pussy gaped open, my cum dripping down her thighs. "Look at what a mess you are," I said, a smirk playing on my lips. "You're going to clean that up, aren't you?"

Hitomi nodded, her eyes glazed over with lust. She dropped to her knees, her tongue eagerly lapping up the cum that had spilled onto the desk. I watched her with a sense of pride, my cock still semi-hard. She was truly mine now, and the thought of what was to come made me grin.

"Now, get dressed," I said, my voice still thick with desire. "You've got work to do, and I'll be watching you all night."

With shaking hands, she put her clothes back on, the chastity belt a constant reminder of her submission. As she left the office, I knew that this was just the beginning. We had a long, deliciously twisted road ahead of us, and I was ready to explore every inch of it.