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Make The Bed, Light The Light - Naoto reward story
🕑 Added 2021-07-12 03:09:41 +0000 UTCNaoto undid the bandages holding down her ample chest, letting her plump breasts spill free. The garish room in the love hotel made everything all the more embarrassing to her; it was gaudy and over the top with hearts all over the place, as if much actual love happened here. Naoto had appointments in here. Appointments with men who she'd sold her tits to, which kept her from having any real composure or pride through which she could fight against these realities and all the shames that kept with it. But that all had to go; she had work to do.
Money. Naoto needed money, and she needed it more than she needed her dignity, frankly. That meant dipping into the most drastic of ways to get results from the situation. Her breasts were something Naoto tried to hide away from the world, but for the purpose of getting something out of this, she let her chest out, sitting on the bed with her breasts bared and every indication that she was ready to play along with this insanity. She didn't like it, but it was a necessity she had to work through, a weird mess of feelings she had to navigate. There was an unfortunate simplicity to this all, something she was ready to give in to whether she liked it or not.
The first man walked in. Lanky. Awkward. Old enough to be her father, if not older. He put down a briefcase and unbuttoned his pants. No greeting. he was all business, but he laid down a stack of yen neatly bound together. That was how business he was. It was almost a relief to Naoto. She didn't want to talk to these men about their days. She wasn't interested in pretending anything. She just wanted to get to the point.
Naoto spread her breasts out, and the man sank his cock into her cleavage. He was direct about it in all the ways she needed him to be, grasping her tightly and starting to thrust forward. No reason. No sense. She did the work of holding her tits together, and he thrust wildly forward, working himself over with her chest. No eye contact. He was ashamed of this. Even while prostituting herself, Naoto couldn't help but notice the way he looked uncomfortable with the whole thing. Maybe he had a daughter her age and this was indeed just as uncomfortable for both of them. It made her feel bad enough to offer a, "Your cock is really nice. Please, relax and use me." It was more than she wanted to give him, but it helped ease up the tension in the room.
He gave some grunts, hands gripping her shoulders for stability. Naoto received the steady thrusts between her tits, and she did everything in her power to accept these pressures, to accept pleasures he seemed a bit too hasty to give. She shut her eyes and let him keep going, fingers trying not to get too hasty or twitchy in touching herself any more than she had to. Her breasts were what he as after. Nothing more. That was a simple enough thought, she simply had to make sure she held onto it and remained focused. Maybe too focused.
Necessary as tis was, embarrassment crept over Naoto. Inevitable sensations of worry and frustration at letting her body be used like this, at allowing this deepening flare of heat to push her slowly toward ruin. Everything Naoto did was about trying to keep up now with this man's 'enjoyment' of her body, but being a commodity didn't do much for her self-esteem. This body she was embarrassed of had its uses, but those uses only dragged her deeper. What was she supposed to make of it? Grunts filled the room, expressing how distant they both were even while his penis throbbed between her breasts, but there was no intimacy to it. He made sure of that. She was thankful for it, but she wasn't sure it was actually any better than if he had been too loud instead.
He remained persistent and forward in not offering that up at all. She trembled under it all, inching closer to a twisted kind of pleasure as he erupted all over her chest. Naoto took every drop of his cum, shivering in surprise and heat, letting the shivering pleasure rush through her, and she felt like she had to let it happen, had to accept what had taken her to the limit as the only reasonable or sensible path forward. His cum splattered onto her chest, and she accepted it, offering up a faint smile as he pulled back from her. He didn't say a word. He just put some more money onto the bed behind her and took his leave.
Drawing a long and heavy sigh, Naoto reached for the clean-up supplies she had slipped under the bed. Some hand towels and pre-packaged sanitary napkins. Anything to wash away the mess of one client and prepare her for another.
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"Your tits are so fucking nice. They look even better than they did in those pictures." The last man said nothing at all. This man didn't stop talking. He straddled her stomach as she lay on the bed, his cock thrusting into her breasts while once more she simply held them together. "Those pictures you sell are amazing, but they're even better in person. And I've bought all your pictures. When you said you'd finally do meet-ups, I couldn't believe it!" The words made Naoto's cheeks burn brighter, her head turning off to the side. She'd been using her breasts to help herself out financially for some time now, selling photos of them. This was another step up.
He continued, "They feel so good. I should have gone for the oil titfuck, but I'll be in for next time you do this. I know you'll want to do more. You must be making a ton off of these beautiful things." He reached for her breasts, grabbing tight hold of them and catching Naoto by surprise as he took over even more. He squeezed them all over, groping her and toying harder with her nipples while hammering forward. It wasn't something he'd asked for or warned about in the least, and it left Naoto that little bit more shocked and scandalized, but she wasn't able to hold this back, gasping in confusion and powerlessness through the sudden heat upon her.
This was horribly inappropriate, but the sharp words held Naoto down. She lay there blushing furiously, wincing from the occasional too-rough nipple play, and tried her best to contain the intense reactions it provoked from her. Being spoken to this way did not make anything feel better. Naoto was powerless against all these erupting emotions, all these swells of heat leaving her volatile and frustrated beyond sense. But she took it. She let him go. He was her best customer, and she felt like she had to let him have his way with her. As long as he didn't do anything drastic, that was. There was a line, but he wasn't crossing it, and that left her burning with frustration and panic at just how forceful and forward he could be.
But she let it happen, let him keep using her, his hips bucking faster forward. He was close, throbbing between her tits. "I finally get to cum on them! In person now, not just printing out pictures. I've printed out so many pictures of these to cum on." He bragged about it while leaving Naoto utterly confused at the idea this was a thing, but his money was good and she just had to let it happen. So she lay there and allowed him to cum onto her face and her neck more than on her tits. She shut her eyes tightly to avoid letting any in it. "Can I take a picture?" he asked, and Naoto just had to go along with it.
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"Professor, you aren't supposed to touch students like this!" The next man in had a school swimsuit fetish. She'd worn it in some of her pictures, and now she'd brought it along, letting him push his cock down her pronounced cleavage and playing the role of student. It was an embarrassing next step, but she'd agreed to it. "Nn--it's not appropriate. Please, there has to be some other way to improve my grades."
"Be a good girl and let me use your beautiful body. You developed so much faster than the other girls your age, and you should be proud of it." He felt her up all over while making her play being younger than she was. "You can use this body to get your passing grade. It's easier. Girls with big boobs and nice smiles shouldn't have to work hard."
Naoto was fairly certain that this man was a real teacher, that he was living out some fantasies he was a bit too into for his own good. It disgusted her, made her stomach churn as she let him thrust down the swimsuit. But he was paying more than extra for this, so she shut her mouth and whined, "That can't be true. I was told I need to be strong and independent." It was demeaning. Everything he made her say only added to the distinct sense that she was selling her dignity here. But she did it. "Nn, please, professor. It's not acceptable."
"No, you don't need to be independent. You need to be a good wife for a man. A man like me." He groped her chest harder. The swimsuit made her breasts squish down harder around his cock as it came in from above. The pleasure was overbearing, demanding more from him and keeping him pushing harder forward. The pleasure was tremendous, and it kept him hungry, kept him wanting to go all out in her in a show of thorough, aggressive indulgence. No time to waste, no hesitation. Just forward momentum in its most raw form, driving her deeper into a state of wild chaos. "Always remember this. The role of big titted young girls like you is to turn into wives for men like me."
"Nn, it feels good when you use me like this, professor," Naoto said while holding back the bile rising in her throat.
He came down her cleavage. It was, mercifully, over, and Naoto sucked down tight breaths. His cock erupted, making a big mess of her and of her swimsuit, but she was thankful for it to finally reach its end. She needed a shower after that more than just a wipe-down with some disinfectant-soaked wipes, but that would have to do. She winced and watched him pull out and flick through his generous payment. Seeing all that money didn't actually make Naoto feel better about any of it.
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"More oil?" Naoto asked, her breasts already glistening as they rubbed up and down the cock of the next client, who sat on the edge of the bed, legs spread, to invite her in. He was already naked, his back and chest rubbed down with her slick breasts, and now it was time for the titfuck. It all went a bit soapland, but not too far from standard. Especially now, back to normal and to a position where the only thing special about it was the bottle of oil she held over her breasts.
"More oil," the man groaned, smile broadening. "Always more oil."
After the last two customers she had, she was pretty thankful for how almost normal this felt. She squirted some more of the slippery substance across her breasts and onto the cock lodged between them, and she started working hungrily up and down his shaft. It was a normal titfuck. A completely standard, direct titfuck. It was a welcome change.
"Let's get it more slippery." There was something to be said for enthusiasm, and Naoto didn't feel totally sure of herself in the face of it, but she was prepared to do anything in her power to keep up with it. She rubbed her hand all over the mess and pulled her shoulders in and forward, arms pressing her tits together due to how slippery her hands were. Up and down she bounced, working in contrast with his thrusts. There was only so tight she could get things in this state, but his cock fit just fine into the slickness anyway, which kept her just that little bit more certain of what she was doing and how much it was getting something across here
For the sake of her own sanity, she kept it going. This was the time to get 'into' it, to put up a bit of a wall between herself and shame, at least until the last clients were dealt with. She worked her chest against his cock with an increasing fire and an aggression that kept him happy. The man groaned loudly, his love for slippery, oil-slick titfucks feeling like a niche it didn't actively devalue her as a human being to pursue. the fact she even thought about that repeatedly was a sign Naoto was still too in her head for her own good, but she remained unable to stop it, unable to pull back.
But it worked out well. She pulled him down into bliss with her, his cock erupting all over her slippery chest. "Yes, love that! So slippery!" he shouted. It was almost pure for how simple and direct it was, bringing a weird smile to Naoto's face. It felt nice simply for being almost normal for a brief moment. She held onto that tightly. It wasn't much, but it brought a sort of smile to her face.
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Naoto leaned her face into the ass of the man who had paid a higher premium for this than anybody else. 'Titfucks only' had been her insistent rule, but she couldn't turn this kind of money down, wrapping her breasts around his cock while he leaned over the bed. The titfuck was only part of this, and her face nestled in between his cheeks for what seemed like the more important part. "This is the most unreal pleasure in the world," the man groaned. "You'll get it soon."
Naoto wasn't sure she'd get it, but that was fine. She didn't need to understand it, she just need money. Her tongue pushed forward, and with confident sweeps, she began to lick his ass hole, sinking into a new frontier of embarrassment with everything she did. Her breasts rose and fell with steady insistence, working along the shaft with a desire to keep up with all this and feed a senseless weirdness that she remained doubtful about the value in. For his sake, though, she let her tongue work with sloppy motions, slithering against his ass hole and tending to him in this most intimate and shameful of ways.
"So good!" he groaned, his head rolling back and all sense of control leaving him. He was bold and confident in the face of such pleasure, ready to receive the sloppy focus and attention from her. There was no fighting the reality behind this. Naoto's breasts worked up and down his cock while her tongue dragged against his ass, licking it every which way and giving in to his demands for pleasure. Every gesture of her body was for his pleasure and as he began to thrust down into her cleavage, his every push back rubbed his ass in her face.
She had to take it. Redoubling her focus, Naoto knew this wasn't the most degrading thing done to her today, even if it felt like it was inching up on a strong second place. But she's gotten through that and now she'd get through this, letting her tongue tend harder to her hole, letting the pleasure grow firmer and needier in the state of weird, foggy shame that kept rising. she welcomed it, against all sense. The pressure was there, and her determination was absolute. Every kiss and lick and slurp against his hole was another push into acceptance, and she felt completely powerless against it. Deeper she fell, trying her best to deal with it, trying to do whatever she could to handle these pressures.
His hips bucked harder. She took all the rubbing in her face and all the thrusting down into her cleavage as a positive sign, if only that it would be over soon. "Yes! Sublime. Perfect. The contrast of plush tits around my cock and a tongue up my ass. Exquisite." She didn't understand it, but he came so hard between her tits that shew was a bit startled by it, as if he drained the entire contents of his balls in one big, gooey go all over her, and she just had to accept that maybe there was something to this.
She just really didn't want there to be.
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In the aftermath of what Naoto had done, she lay on the bed, cum still splattered across her breasts from her last client. She stared off into space, occasionally letting her eyes drift to all the money she'd made. It sat piled higher than she knew what to do with, amazed by just how much she'd earned and how lucrative this was.
It just cost her a lot. Naoto couldn’t get over that fact. She lay there despondent and ashamed, but richer. Significantly richer. She was sure it wasn't sustainable. Naoto knew what prostitution usually earned girls. She'd been 'special' with this. But it still left her shaky, wondering if maybe this was a better avenue for money than she wanted to admit, burning up with a shame and a pressure she really didn't want to face or accept, but she felt less and less able to argue against whatever this had been.
This money would be good. It would stretch for a while and help her out of her troubles. But even just picking it up to count, the money stack felt so thick in her hand that she knew next time she needed money, she'd feel the heft of all this yen in her hand again. She hated that. Hated that the part of her body she was most ashamed of was the best 'asset' she had for making things alright. It felt like a sick joke.
But it was her sick joke, and rolling off the bed and gathering up her things, she felt like maybe if she laughed this horrible tragedy off, she'd be able to look at herself in the mirror come the morning.
