The System Sent Me to Breed an All-Female Amazon Tribe-Chapter 136: I Don’t Want Him to Think I’m a Cheap Whore
Ahhhh... I didn’t want to admit it, but I wanted him to do that to me too.
I... I wanted him to h... hold me down... and mercilessly plunge my pussy with his fingers too, and then... and then... then... g-go even farther w-with that mouth-watering, stiffened penis!
Oh, but I hope he won’t think I’m shameless for wanting it even though we just met...
My mind kept spinning those thoughts in tight, dizzy circles.
And every time I tried to push them away, they came back stronger and lewder.
I pictured his hands, strong and sure, pinning my wrists above my head against the soft green sheets, with his knees forcing my thighs apart, then his three fingers sliding in deep all at once, stretching me wide while his thumb circled my clit in rough, unyielding strokes.
Ahhh, then f-farther: that thick cock of him pushing inside me... Gradually at first, so I could feel every inch splitting me open, then fast and relentless, with his hips slamming until my whole body shook and my voice broke on his name.
The fantasy made my stomach clench; a fresh pulse of heat bloomed low in my belly and dripped downward, soaking the crotch of my deep blue panties until the cotton clung wetly to my folds.
Ah, oh no! M-My blush is giving me away!
Heat flooded my cheeks so fiercely I felt it in my ears.
I pressed my thighs together hard, trying to hide the way my body was already responding: with my nipples tightening painfully against the thin purple wrap, small breasts aching for touch, and my breath coming in short, uneven pants that made my chest rise and fall too quickly.
But... looking at the other two girls to my right, I couldn’t help but be surprised.
Our capable Miss Isabelle was showing a really different side:
The professional face she always wore—the calm secretary with perfect posture and even voice—had stripped off completely.
Her face was flushed a deep rose, spreading from her cheeks down her neck and across the tops of her breasts.
She bit her lower lip hard enough to turn it white at the edges, teeth sinking in while her eyes stayed glassy and half-lidded.
Both of her hands had moved to her chest; with her fingers slipping beneath the collar of her shirt, cupping the soft swells and lifting them slightly so the fabric stretched taut across her nipples.
She slowly and deliberately squeezed them, her thumbs brushing over the stiff peaks through the material, making them tent sharper against the thin cloth.
Each press created small hollows where her fingertips pushed inward, then released in gentle waves as the breasts bounced back.
A quiet, needy whimper escaped her throat, muffled behind bitten lips, and her legs parted wider on the mattress; the knees falling open until the short skirt rode all the way up her thighs.
Her black panties flashed openly now, crotch stretched tight over her mound, the dark cotton already darkened in a wide, wet patch at the center where her arousal had soaked through.
Though Claire had received orders to begin making out with her—to cause Benjamin to lose—and wait, even Claire, who was allegedly uninterested, was getting in on it too?
She leaned in close to Isabelle, her violet bob brushing Isabelle’s cheek as their mouths met.
The kiss started hesitant, with their lips brushing and testing, but then it turned ravenous.
Claire’s tongue slipped past Isabelle’s lips first, sliding deep in one smooth thrust; Isabelle answered immediately, sucking it in, tongues tangling in wet, twisting spirals that made saliva gather at the corners of their mouths and drip in thin strings down their chins.
Th... They’re horny...
Claire’s hand cupped the back of Isabelle’s neck, her fingers threading into green hair, pulling her closer until their chests pressed together; those small breasts squishing softly through fabric, nipples dragging against each other with every shallow breath.
Isabelle moaned into the kiss, high and broken, her hips shifting forward so her soaked panties rubbed against Claire’s thigh.
***
Currently, Benjamin Mark had finished with Roselyn, and his gaze went up to us seated on the bed.
We all flinched, but I doubt it was all due to fear.
His breeches—the simple brown cloth gathered at the waist by a thin leather cord—were half-drawn low around his hips, with the cord loosened and fabric shoved down just enough to free him completely.
His cock stood out thick and still-ready, pointing straight toward whoever was next in line.
The dick was flushed dark, with veins standing out along the stiffened thing in subtle ridges, the skin stretched taut over the swollen head.
The tip gleamed wet, red and glossy with pre-cum that beaded at the slit and slowly rolled down the underside in a single, shining trail before dripping off to land on the floor between us.
It twitched a little bit, hard and insistent, still slick from Roselyn’s spit and his own release.
Oh, no... I can’t stop myself.
Heat surged between my legs so fiercely my thighs trembled.
My nipples hurt—the tight, aching points rubbing against the purple wrap every time I breathed.
My breath came ragged now, my chest heaving, and my mouth dry except for the sudden flood of saliva under my tongue.
I wanted—no, I needed—to crawl forward and wrap my lips around that thick head, taste the salt and musk of him, suck him deep until he hit the back of my throat and made me gag.
I want... I want him to grab my hair, hold me still, then thrust into my mouth until tears ran down my cheeks and drool spilled over my chin.
I want him to use me like that—face-fuck me until I choked, until my throat burned and my lungs screamed for release, until he spilled down my throat and I swallowed every drop like it was the only thing that mattered.
Ahhh, I don’t want him to think I’m a cheap whore, but... but...
Hm?
Then I noticed something.
Benjamin Mark was looking at me...
Seeing me fidget so much—with my knees pressing together, fingers twisting in my lap, and my cheeks flaming—he must have thought I was afraid of him, and what he would do to me with such a dick.
