Chapter 121: 121 | A Master's Duty[4]

Natasha sat there in disbelief, staring at his cock still throbbing in her cum-soaked hand.

'That much came out and it's still this HARD?'

Her only experience was Victor. And calling it "experience" was being generous. The man finished before she could count to ten and had the audacity to ask if it was good. She knew for sure it was under ten because she was actually counting.

'It must be because he's young.' Natasha's lips curled into a satisfied smile as she looked down at Dante, his mouth still latched onto her tit, sucking on it like he couldn't get enough.

'Youth really is something else~'

His sucking had slowed down.

What started as hungry and desperate had turned into something lazy, like he was half asleep on her lap with her nipple in his mouth just because it was there.

She didn't rush to stop him.

She told herself it was because he seemed to enjoy it. Definitely not because the slow, lazy pull on her nipple was sending a warm tingle down her spine that she wasn't ready to give up yet.

Her thumb absentmindedly traced the length of his cock while she waited. Up and down, slow, barely touching. She wasn't even aware she was doing it until she felt it twitch hard against her finger.

'This thing really has no intention of going down...' She sighed internally.

She glanced at the clock.

They had been at this for almost half an hour. Her shorts were ruined, the sheets were ruined. She needed to end this. But how?

Her hand was out of the question. She just gave it everything she had and the result was right there, his cock still standing proud like it was mocking her.

"Dante." She flicked his forehead lightly. "Stop sucking."

"Mm... five more minutes." He mumbled into her tit, not even bothering to take his mouth off.

"You're not a child."

"You can treat me as one."

"You shameless little..." The corner of her mouth twitched. She wanted to be angry but a smile crept through anyway.

She grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulled his head off her chest. A thin string of saliva connected his lips to her nipple before it snapped.

Dante watched her tits bounce away from him and looked up at her with betrayal in his eyes.

Natasha fought the urge to smack that look off his face.

"Tell me what I need to do to put this thing down." She looked down at his cock. "Because what I just did clearly wasn't enough."

She already knew the most obvious solution. But she only promised to help him with his "problem." If she jumped straight to offering her body, even a fool would see through her intentions.

So she left it to him instead.

'She's letting me choose, huh.' Dante could read her thoughts from the look on her face alone. But he wasn't worried. 'I'm not going soft until the only option left on the table is the one she's too scared to say out loud.'

'But for now, these will do just fine.' His eyes drifted down to her heavy melons hanging bare in front of him. "Master, can you use these?"

He gave one a light squeeze from below, letting it bounce on his palm.

"Use my..." She glanced down at her chest and back at his cock.

After having his mouth on them for the past twenty minutes, wrapping them around him didn't feel like that big of a step anymore.

"Alright, get up." She nudged his head off her lap. "And… wipe that grin off your face."

Dante looked at her with an embarrassed smile and sat up against the headboard.

Natasha shifted between his legs, lifted her chest from below with both hands, and pressed them around his cock.

It took her a few tries. His cock kept slipping out to the side every time she squeezed too high or too tight. She clicked her tongue and leaned in closer, adjusting until she found the right angle.

'How do women in those videos make this look so easy?' She tried again and this time his cock sank right into the middle.

Her soft flesh swallowed his shaft whole, wrapping around it from both sides until only the fat, angry tip was poking out from the top of her cleavage. It was still smeared with everything from before.

She squeezed and pushed up.

"Fuck..." Dante hissed through his teeth. His whole body tensed and his fingers dug into the pillow beside him.

That one word did something to her. Her hand worked him for twenty minutes straight and the most she got was a few groans. One stroke of her breasts and he was already swearing.

'So the problem wasn't my technique after all. This guy just wanted my boobs from the start.' She pushed up again, slower, watching his face twist with satisfaction.

The wet, heavy sound of his cock dragging between her slick flesh filled the quiet room.

'I had no idea these things had this much power.' She had spent her entire life cursing her chest.

They got in the way during combat, made every piece of armor a custom-fitting nightmare, and made quick movements awkward.

But right now, watching her man fall apart from just her breasts wrapped around him, she was starting to see them in a completely different light.

'Maybe they weren't a burden after all.' She squeezed tighter and pushed up again. 'They were a weapon I never learned how to use.'

She kept going. Up, squeeze, down, release.

The look on his face alone was enough to keep her arms moving.

His swollen tip kept appearing from between her tits with a wet pop on the upstroke, a thick drop of precum oozing from the slit.

Before it could drip, her next stroke would drag it back down into her cleavage, adding to the slippery mess building between her breasts.

'Haa... I know it's her first time but it feels this good?' Dante watched his cock disappear and reappear from between her soft flesh.

It was his first time having his cock buried so easily in a titjob. Her breasts were just that massive.

"Master, your tits are so..." His hips thrust up before he could finish, driving his cock hard between her mounds. '...fucking unreal.'

The head shot past her cleavage and bumped against the underside of her chin, leaving a warm, sticky smear on her skin.

Natasha gasped as she wasn't ready for that. His thrust was strong enough to push her whole body back and she had to catch herself with one hand.

'He's thrusting on his own now.' That thought alone sent a hot jolt straight between her legs.

She squeezed her thighs together but the friction of her soaked shorts grinding against her swollen pussy just made it ten times worse.

She tried to focus on just the titjob and keep squeezing. That's all she had to do.

She lasted about thirty seconds before her right hand let go of her breast and went straight between her thighs. Her fingers shoved the shorts aside and found her drenched slit.

Two fingers slid in without any resistance and the moan that came out of her was so filthy it surprised even her.

"Ngh~ ah~" She was on her knees fingering herself while her student's cock pumped between her chest.

Her left hand was doing all the work now, one soft mound pressed against his cock while the other just bounced around on its own, smacking against his shaft as he thrust up from below.

It was a complete mess but neither of them cared anymore.

'There goes her last bit of self-control.' Dante saw her hand disappear between her thighs without a shred of hesitation. Her fingers were already knuckle deep and the wet squelching from down there was competing with the sounds coming from her chest.

He looked at her face and almost laughed.

The woman who carefully lined up her breasts around his cock two minutes ago was nowhere to be found.

What was left was someone drowning in pleasure, mouth hanging open and eyes unfocused, too far gone to even remember why she was here in the first place.

'She completely forgot about the mission.' His cock throbbed hard against her breast and a whimper leaked out of her. 'She's not even trying to get me off anymore. She's just chasing her own climax.'

The titjob was falling apart so Dante reached down and grabbed her free breast himself, pressing it against his shaft from the other side. He synced with her left hand and both of them were squeezing his cock together again without a word.

Soon, both of them were close.

Her thighs were shaking, her moans were getting shorter and sharper, and her fingers were pumping so fast it was like she was chasing something.

Dante could feel the pressure building to a point where holding back wasn't an option anymore. 'I'm done. There's no stopping this one.'

She felt it too. His cock swelling even thicker between her breasts, the throbbing getting faster.

'It's coming out.' Dante watched the first rope splash against her chin and slide up toward her lips. Before she could react, another one landed across her cheek and started sliding down her skin.

More followed, on her forehead, between her tits, until her face was a complete mess.

'Fuck… she looks so fucking hot right now.'

'How am I supposed to go back to calling her Master after this.'

The smell of his hot seed was all she could breathe in now, making her head swim.

A warm drop was dripping right under her lower lip. Right before it could fall off, her tongue slipped out and licked it on its own.

It was thick and salty and instead of the disgust she expected, all she felt was her pussy clench harder around her own fingers.

Then her brain caught up to what her tongue just did and her eyes immediately turned to Dante.

He was staring at her with a mix of surprise and shock in his eyes, like he was seeing a side of his master he didn't know existed.

That was all it took.

Her pussy clenched hard around her own fingers and a hot gush of liquid sprayed out of her, soaking past her fingers and drenching her shorts and the sheets underneath.

'Hngh~ I'm sorry Dante... your master turned out to be such a shameless woman.