Chronolust Temptation [18+] High S*xual Content
Ch.5[b] A Night of Debauchery (III) [oral,anal, vaginal, DAP, MMF, MFF]

After several minutes, Shigeru, his voice strained with pleasure, spoke up. “Hey, Hayao, want to try her ass? It’s fucking tight.”

Hayao chuckled, his thrusts unrelenting, his cock buried deep in Amanda’s pussy. “You’re already in there, man. How’s that supposed to work?”

Shigeru’s grin turned devilish, his eyes glinting with reckless desire. “Just put it in anyway. I’m sure Amanda can take it. She’s a good girl, right, babe?”

Amanda’s eyes snapped open, panic flooding her delicate features. “No, please! I can’t!” she cried, her voice trembling, her broken Japanese laced with desperation. She shook her head violently, her body squirming in an attempt to escape, her pale hands pushing against Hayao’s chest.

Shigeru tightened his grip on her hips, pinning her in place. “Shh, it’s okay,” he coaxed, his tone more commanding than soothing. “You can do it.”

Hayao, aroused by Amanda’s resistance, pulled out of her pussy, his cock slick with her juices. He repositioned himself, pressing the head of his cock against her already occupied ass. Amanda struggled harder, her cries growing louder, but Shigeru held her arms, restraining her movements. “Relax, Amanda,” Hayao said, his voice firm, his eyes gleaming with sadistic delight. “It’ll hurt less if you don’t fight.”

With a determined push, he forced his way inside her ass alongside Shigeru’s cock, the tight, searing stretch drawing a piercing scream from Amanda’s lips. Tears streamed down her pale cheeks, her body shaking with sobs, the pain overwhelming as her ass was stretched beyond its limits. “Stop, please!” she begged, her voice raw, but Hayao and Shigeru ignored her, their cocks rubbing against each other inside her, the friction intense and unrelenting.

Amanda’s screams filled the room, a relentless cacophony that grated on Hayao’s nerves, distracting him from his pleasure. His annoyance flared, and he glanced at Mio, who lay on the bed, her tanned body spent, cum leaking from her pussy and ass, a stark reminder of her earlier violation. “Mio,” he barked, his voice cutting through Amanda’s cries, “get over here.”

Mio lifted her head, her hazel eyes red and glassy, her tanned cheeks streaked with dried tears. She hesitated, her body aching, her heart heavy with betrayal, but Hayao’s commanding tone brooked no refusal. Slowly, she crawled across the bed, her black lingerie disheveled, her fishnets torn, her platinum hair clinging to her sweat-slicked skin.

“Kiss Amanda,” Hayao ordered, his eyes locking onto Mio’s with a challenging intensity. “Shut her up.”

Mio’s eyes widened in shock, her breath catching. “What? No, Hayao, I can’t… I don’t like girls, it’s weird,” she protested, her voice trembling with reluctance, her hands clutching the sheets as if to anchor herself against his demand.

Hayao’s expression darkened, his hand reaching out to grasp her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. “Do it, baby,” he said, his voice low and menacing, his thumb pressing against her lips. “If you love me, you’ll do this for me. Don’t make me think you don’t care.”

Mio’s heart clenched, the emotional blackmail slicing through her resolve. She loved Hayao with a desperate intensity, and the thought of losing his approval, his love, was unbearable. Her will crumbled, tears welling anew as she nodded, her voice barely a whisper. 

“Okay, Hayao… para ti” (for you), she murmured in Spanish, her submission a fragile thread in the wreckage of her emotions.

She leaned down, her lips hovering above Amanda’s, who was still screaming, her pale face contorted with pain. Mio hesitated, her breath shaky, before pressing her lips against Amanda’s, silencing her cries. Amanda’s screams were muffled, her body stilling slightly as Mio’s lips moved against hers, the forced intimacy a strange mix of tenderness and violation. Mio’s tears mingled with Amanda’s, their shared pain a silent bond in the midst of Hayao’s sadistic game.

Hayao watched, his arousal surging at the sight of Mio kissing Amanda, the coerced act adding a new layer to his sadistic pleasure. His finger trailed possessively along Mio’s back, tracing the curve of her spine, feeling the sweat and cum on her skin. The sight of cum leaking from her holes—her pussy and ass still slick from earlier—ignited a primal urge within him, inspiring him to fuck Amanda harder.

With renewed ferocity, Hayao thrust into Amanda’s ass, his cock sliding alongside Shigeru’s, the friction intense and overwhelming. Shigeru matched his pace, their cocks rubbing against each other inside her, the tight heat driving them both toward climax. Amanda’s muffled cries continued beneath Mio’s kiss, her body trembling with each brutal thrust, her pale skin flushed with pain and exertion.

The room was a cacophony of raw desire—Mio’s soft sobs against Amanda’s lips, Shigeru’s grunts, Hayao’s low groans, the wet sounds of flesh against flesh. The candlelight flickered, casting chaotic shadows on the walls, a dance of lust and betrayal that mirrored the turmoil within. Mio’s kiss deepened, her reluctance giving way to a mechanical compliance, her lips moving against Amanda’s to keep her silent, her heart breaking with each second.

Shigeru, feeling the tightness of Amanda’s ass and the pressure of Hayao’s cock, reached his limit first. With a guttural groan, he came, his cum flooding into her ass, hot and thick, his lanky frame shuddering beneath her. Hayao, driven by the sight of Mio’s submission and the cum leaking from her, thrust deep one final time, his orgasm ripping through him like a storm. His cum surged into Amanda’s ass, mixing with Shigeru’s, filling her to the brim, his body trembling with the force of his release.

They held their positions for a moment, savoring the aftershocks, before slowly pulling out, their cocks slick with cum and Amanda’s juices. Amanda collapsed onto the bed, her body wracked with sobs, tears streaming down her pale cheeks, her breath coming in ragged gasps. The pain lingered, a dull ache that pulsed through her, her mind reeling from the violation.

Mio pulled back from the kiss, her lips swollen and wet with tears, her hazel eyes filled with sorrow and exhaustion. She looked at Hayao, seeking some shred of comfort, but his gaze was already shifting, his sadistic hunger sated but not extinguished. 

“Good job, Mio,” he said, his voice soft but possessive, his hand stroking her hair. “You did exactly what I needed.”

Mio’s heart ached, her love for Hayao a painful anchor amidst her shame. “Te amo, Hayao” (I love you, Hayao), she whispered in Spanish, her voice barely audible, her tears renewing as she curled into herself, seeking solace in her own embrace.

Shigeru, catching his breath, looked at Amanda with a mix of satisfaction and casual concern. “You okay, babe?” he asked, his tone light, as if the act had been a mere game. 

Amanda didn’t respond, her body still trembling, her blue eyes glassy with tears and exhaustion.

Hayao stood, his dark eyes scanning the room, a new plan already forming. “That was fucking incredible,” he said to Shigeru, a grin spreading across his face. “But we’re not done yet. There’s more we can do.”

Shigeru nodded, his eyes glinting with renewed interest. “Hell yeah. What’s next?”

Mio’s heart sank at their words, the realization that this night of torment was far from over, crushing her spirit. She hugged herself tighter, her tanned skin slick with sweat and cum, her black lingerie soaked. Amanda lay beside her, her pale body spent, her blonde hair fanning out on the pillow, her silence a stark contrast to Mio’s quiet sobs.

***

Suck my cock, Mio,” Shigeru ordered, his eyes gleaming with anticipation, his voice carrying a hint of challenge as he watched her closely.

Mio, still cradled in Hayao’s arms, lifted her head, her hazel eyes red-rimmed and wary, her tanned cheeks streaked with dried tears. The black lace lingerie clung to her sweat-slicked curves, her fishnet stockings torn, her platinum hair a disheveled halo. She glanced at Hayao, seeking a sign of approval or reassurance, her heart heavy with resignation to his twisted desires. Hayao’s dark eyes met hers, a subtle nod granting permission, his expression a mix of possessiveness and sadistic anticipation. With a shuddering breath, Mio disentangled herself from his embrace and crawled across the bed toward Shigeru, her movements slow and deliberate, her body aching from the night’s earlier violations.

Shigeru knelt on the bed, his cock already hardening at the sight of Mio approaching on all fours, her tanned skin glistening in the candlelight, her large breasts swaying beneath the strained lace bra. 

The half-Japanese girl stole another glance at Hayao, her hazel eyes filled with a mix of love and desperation, seeking his gaze to anchor herself in this degrading act. His nod was firm, his dark eyes intense, urging her to comply. Resigned to her fate, Mio positioned herself before Shigeru, her hands resting on his thin thighs as she leaned forward, her full lips parting to take his cock into her mouth. She sucked willingly this time, her tongue swirling around the head, teasing the sensitive tip before sliding down the shaft, her mouth warm and wet. Her movements were practiced, honed from months of pleasing Hayao, but her eyes kept darting to him, a silent plea for his approval amidst her submission.

“¡Qué duro, mi amor!” (How hard, my love!) she murmured in Spanish after pulling back briefly, her voice husky with arousal, mistakenly addressing Shigeru as Hayao in her emotional haze, before resuming her task, her lips enveloping his cock once more. Shigeru’s breath hitched, his lanky frame tensing as her tongue danced along his length, her throat constricting as she took him deeper, her hands stroking the base with gentle precision.

Shigeru noticed her glances toward Hayao, a flicker of jealousy crossing his face. He wanted Mio’s full attention, not her focus divided between him and his friend and rival. 

“Look at me, Mio,” he commanded, his hand gripping her platinum hair, forcing her hazel eyes to meet his. Mio’s heart raced, but she obeyed, her gaze locking onto Shigeru’s as she continued to suck, her mouth working diligently to please him, though her thoughts remained tethered to Hayao.

The jealousy in Shigeru’s eyes deepened, his desire to assert dominance over Mio growing. To shift the dynamic, he called out to Amanda, who stood nearby, her pale skin luminous in her white lace underwear, her blue eyes reflecting unease. 

“Amanda, come here,” he ordered, his tone firm, his hand still tangled in Mio’s hair.

Amanda hesitated, her delicate features tightening with uncertainty, but Shigeru’s commanding gaze left no room for refusal. She crawled to them, positioning herself next to Mio, both women on all fours before Shigeru, their bodies a stark contrast—Mio’s tanned, muscular form against Amanda’s pale, curvaceous softness. “Help my friend’s whore with this,” Shigeru instructed, indicating his cock, his voice laced with a mix of arousal and possessiveness.

Mio pulled back slightly, allowing Amanda to join in, her hazel eyes flickering to Hayao, seeking his reaction. Amanda leaned forward, her blonde hair swaying as she took Shigeru’s cock into her mouth, her lips wrapping around the head, sucking gently. The two women began to pleasure him together, their mouths working in tandem in a degrading display of submission. Mio sucked on his shaft, her tongue swirling along the length, while Amanda licked and sucked his balls, her pale hands gripping his thighs for balance. They alternated, Mio taking his cock deep into her throat, her lips stretching around his girth, while Amanda lavished attention on his testicles, their tongues occasionally brushing against each other in the process, a fleeting contact that heightened the scene’s intensity.

Hayao watched, his arousal spiking at the sight of Mio and Amanda servicing Shigeru together, their submission a testament to his control over the room. The candlelight cast their shadows on the walls, a chaotic dance of lust and degradation that fueled his sadistic pleasure. His cock hardened again, the urge to join in overwhelming. He moved behind Mio, his hands caressing her tanned ass, still clad in the disheveled black lace panties. With a swift motion, he pulled them aside, exposing her slick holes, cum from earlier acts still leaking from her pussy and ass, a sight that sent a primal surge through him.

Mio gasped around Shigeru’s cock as she felt Hayao’s fingers probing her, preparing her for what was to come. Without warning, he thrust his cock into her ass, the tight heat enveloping him as he buried himself deep inside her with a forceful push. Mio’s eyes widened, a loud moan muffled by Shigeru’s cock, the sudden intrusion sending waves of pleasure and pain through her body. Her muscles clenched around Hayao’s shaft, her tanned skin glistening with fresh sweat, as she rocked forward with each thrust.

Hayao began to fuck her ass with slow, deliberate strokes, each thrust pushing her forward onto Shigeru’s cock, forcing her to take him deeper into her throat. Mio’s moans grew louder, her body caught between the two men, her submission complete. “¡Te amo, Hayao!” (I love you, Hayao!) she gasped in Spanish after pulling back briefly from Shigeru’s cock, her voice trembling with devotion, before resuming her task, her lips sliding down his shaft with renewed intensity.

Amanda, watching Hayao fuck Mio’s so lovingly, felt a pang of jealousy and desire. In her native English, she murmured, “I wish that was me,” her voice soft but filled with longing, her blue eyes fixed on Hayao’s powerful thrusts, her pale cheeks flushing with arousal.

Shigeru’s eyes narrowed at her comment, a flash of possessiveness crossing his face. He didn’t like the idea of Amanda wanting Hayao instead of him. To assert his dominance, he pulled out of Mio’s mouth, his cock slick with her saliva, and turned to Amanda. “Get on all fours next to Mio,” he ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument, his lanky frame tense with jealousy.

Amanda complied, crawling beside Mio, both women now on all fours, their asses raised invitingly, their bodies side by side on the bed. Mio’s tanned, muscular form contrasted sharply with Amanda’s pale, curvaceous softness, their lingerie—Mio’s black lace, Amanda’s white lace—accentuating their differences. Shigeru moved behind Amanda, his cock still hard and glistening, and pressed the tip against her tight anus. With a forceful thrust, he penetrated her anally, drawing a sharp cry from her lips, her pale body trembling with the sudden intrusion.

Hayao, meanwhile, continued to fuck Mio’s ass, his thrusts growing harder and faster, his hands gripping her hips tightly. Mio’s screams mingled with Amanda’s, their cries a chaotic symphony that filled the room, echoing off the polished wooden floor. The tall woman’s moans were raw, her body rocking between Hayao’s thrusts and her earlier submission to Shigeru, her love for Hayao a painful anchor amidst her resignation. Amanda’s screams were sharper, her pain more pronounced, her limited Japanese rendering her protests incoherent as Shigeru drilled into her ass with relentless force.

The room was a cacophony of raw desire—skin slapping against skin, Mio’s muffled moans, Amanda’s piercing cries, Shigeru’s low grunts, Hayao’s steady groans. The candlelight flickered, casting their entwined shadows on the walls, a chaotic dance of lust and domination that mirrored the turmoil within. Mio’s body trembled, the intense pleasure from Hayao’s cock in her ass overwhelming her senses, her earlier betrayal fading into a haze of physical sensation. Amanda, struggling with the pain of Shigeru’s rough penetration, clutched the sheets, her pale knuckles whitening, her blonde hair clinging to her sweat-slicked face.

Hayao’s eyes darted between Mio and Amanda, his sadistic pleasure soaring at the sight of both women submitting to their partners. He leaned down, whispering into Mio’s ear, “You’re mine, Mio. Always.” 

His words sent a shiver down her spine, her body responding despite her emotional turmoil. “¡Te amo, Hayao!” (I love you, Hayao!) she gasped in Spanish, her voice a mix of devotion and desperation.

Shigeru, still inflamed by Amanda’s earlier comment, fucked her ass harder, his jealousy driving his thrusts, his hands gripping her hips tightly. “You’re mine, Amanda,” he growled, his voice low and possessive, his lanky frame shuddering with each stroke. Amanda’s cries grew louder, her body shaking with each thrust, the pain mingling with a reluctant pleasure that she couldn’t deny.

As the intensity built, Hayao felt his climax approaching, the sight of Mio’s submission and Amanda’s cries pushing him to the edge. With a final, deep thrust, he came inside Mio’s ass, filling her with hot, thick cum, his body trembling with the force of his release. Mio’s own orgasm followed, her body convulsing as she pushed back against Shigeru’s cock to cry out, “¡Me vengo!” (I’m cumming!) her voice a raw explosion of ecstasy and despair, her tanned skin flushed, her eyes rolling back as the pleasure tore through her.

Shigeru, hearing Mio’s cry and feeling Amanda’s tightness, couldn’t hold back. He thrust deep into Amanda’s ass and came with a loud groan, his cum flooding her insides, his lanky frame shuddering as he emptied himself. Amanda’s screams softened into whimpers, her body spent, her pale cheeks streaked with tears.

Both women collapsed onto the bed, their bodies trembling, their breaths ragged. Mio curled into herself, her tanned skin slick with sweat and cum, her black lingerie a tattered symbol of her submission. Amanda lay beside her, her pale body quivering, her blonde hair fanning out on the pillow, her blue eyes glassy with exhaustion and pain.

Hayao and Shigeru pulled out, their cocks glistening with cum, and moved to the side of the bed. Hayao knelt beside Mio, pulling her into his arms, his touch gentle but possessive. “You were perfect, Mio,” he murmured, kissing her forehead, his voice soft but laced with a lingering hunger. “I love you.”

Mio’s heart ached, her love for Hayao a fragile thread amidst the wreckage of the night. “Te amo, Hayao” (I love you, Hayao), she whispered in Spanish, her voice barely audible, her tears renewing as she clung to him, seeking solace in his embrace.

Shigeru, catching his breath, wrapped an arm around Amanda, his tone casual but tinged with concern. “You’re fine, right?” he asked, stroking her blonde hair. Amanda didn’t respond, her body still trembling, her silence a stark contrast to Mio’s quiet sobs.

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