Fuyumi Hatefucked For Pay 1

How do you describe a girl like Fuyumi? Do you discuss her bountiful tits? Her beauty mark? The way her dark hair is cut short and left tossled? Perhaps her skill at martial arts?

For you, the word "bitch" comes to mind. You and her are both in the same martial arts after school club, and she takes pride in the fact that she can kick your ass. You're from a well-off family, sure, but you're not some prissy noble jerk who rubs it into the commoners' faces. She, on the other hand, most certainly takes every opportunity to rub it into your face the fact that you can't beat her even once. Generally you don't even do particularly well.

Guys who have never been in a fight with her joke about how it must be epic to get your face locked in a hold next to those big tits, or between those glorious thighs, but that has literally never happened without you being in a carotid restraint which makes you pass out in about five seconds and isn't very pleasant.

It comes as a surprise, then, when you see her during lunch, straining to reach under the vending machine. You watch as her fingers delicately grasp at something, then finally she pulls it back, sighing. "With this... I have just enough for... one bag of chips," she says, counting up the coins in her hand. She sighs again. "I wish I had more money..." she mumbles.

"Did you lose your wallet?" You ask, and she jerks in response to your approach, which does interesting things to her breasts, making them bounce around inside her bra. "Here, let me get you something," you say, pulling out your own wallet.

She opens her mouth to speak, anger on that bitchy face of hers, then snaps it shut with a firm pursing of her lips, her expression darkening rapidly. She looks away as you put a couple bills into the machine, getting some chips and a small juice drink, light in calories. You offer them up to her, and she takes them with a snap.

At least you can hold this over her in the future. Maybe it'll make her be a little less bitchy?

"For your information, princeling-" well, guess that's not happening "-my family, unlike yours, is not abounding in an ever flowing pile of cash to spend on whatever we like." She practically spits the words out. "Now, how do you want me to pay you back?"

"I... don't really want you to?"

"Well, too bad. Because I'm not going to let you hold this over my head." Busted. "So pick something, or take the food back," she says, in a tone of voice that clearly says she does not want you to take the food back.

"Show me your tits, then," you say, in a dismissive, angry tone of voice. If she's going to be a bitch about this, you can be an asshole ba-

She puts down the food and starts to unbutton her top, her expression furious as she peels it down quickly, showing you the bountiful flesh of her breasts. It looks as if her bra is too small for her tits, because the flesh spills over at every opportunity, and you swallow as you stare at them. You don't even look back up to her face until she starts to button her top back up, and her cheeks are a furious red. "Then we're even. A few seconds of looking for the money."

"I asked to see your tits, not your bra," you tell her, suddenly emboldened by how quickly she submitted.

"You also stated that you didn't really want me to pay you back," she snaps. "Besides, this is worth like 300Y." (Three dollars.) "I'm not going to give you a peepshow for that much."

"I could give you more money if you let me look longer, and touch," you say, quickly pulling out several 1,000Y notes. Her expression shifts, her cheeks flushing with humiliation at the fact that she's even considering it. She snaps out for them, taking them out of your hand, counting them, then glancing up and down the halls before dragging you along with her into a quiet utility closet, putting the cash in her pocket and closing the door behind the pair of you.

Her hands then hurriedly start to undo her top, revealing the fat flesh of her tits, and her hands reach behind her to undo the bra strap as well. The moment it snaps off, her breasts practically slam against it, forcing themselves forward, apparently growing by a cup size or three just in that moment. She notices your gaze. "I... can't afford a new bra, and they kept growing," she explains, her cheeks flush with color. "Anyway. Touch."

Your hands stretch forward, gently pressing against the soft, tender, copious amounts of flesh. They practically roll beneath your hands, like soft putty or dough, and she moans gently in response, her cheeks growing hot as her nipples start to harden, scraping against your palms. She swallows audibly, her eyelashes rapidly fluttering as she just quivers under your incompetent, naive hands, as you grope her like that. A little drool slips out of her mouth, running down her chin and splashing at her tits.

After a minute or two, you realize that she doesn't seem to be stopping you, perhaps distracted by how good she's feeling to set a firm limit on how long you're allowed.

You keep playing with her tits, wanting to see how long you can go for before she stops you. Your hands cup either breast, your thumbs gently rubbing at her nipples as you heft them up. Her cheeks grow ever hotter, her teeth digging into her lower lip, and she squirms under your ministrations, not in pain or humiliation but in simple pleasure, straining not to come despite everything, which makes you rock hard. You may be a virgin, but you certainly have watched enough porn to know what a girl trying not to come looks like, and her head casts from side to side as her eyes squeeze shut.

Your fingers finally, tentatively, grasp her nipples and pinch them between your thumb and index finger, making her come, hard. She jerks her hips back and forth, practically thrusting her tits into your hand as she does. Some of her spittle splashes out of her mouth and hits your cheek and neck as she shudders in wild pleasure, her eyelashes rapidly fluttering, her expression lewd as can be for several long, delicious seconds. When she finishes, she pants for several seconds before hurriedly tucking her tits back in her bra and closing her top, cheeks burning. "There. Good. We're done." She leaves, rushing past you and pushing you to one side as she goes.

* * *

The next day, during the lunch hour, she approaches you at your table, slamming one fist down. Fortunately, you eat alone, as you turn your gaze up to her. "Are you willing to give me more money, if I do more of that?" She asks, her tone sharp, betrayed only by the warmth to her cheeks.

"Maybe," you tell her. "If you can convince me that it would be worth the money."

"I know how men look at my tits," she tells you with a furious hiss. "I have the biggest pair at school, and this bra is too small, so they're actually bigger than boys know."

"I've already done that once," you point out. "The novelty's worn out. Can you offer me something new, more interesting?" You struggle not to make your lie too obvious, even as your cock struggles to bust its way through your pants.

Her cheeks burn red at that, her gaze casting around, but nobody's listening in to the two of you. "Fine. What... what kind of... thing... were you thinking?" She sounds practically disgusted by the words, but that honestly just kind of adds to it. Making the bitch degrade herself for you is definitely a sexual fantasy you've considered once or twice in the past, and you shift your legs.

"Let's discuss this outside of the lunch room," you say. You don't think anybody's listening in, but you don't want to risk it. You're soon out in the halls, nobody around for quite a ways, and her cheeks are a delicious shade of pink as she glares at you. She actually has an inch or two on you - she's very tall for a girl, in addition to her frontal assets.

"Well?" She asks, after a couple seconds.

"I want a titwank," you tell her.

"A- what?"

"You put my cock in between your tits, and-"

"Oh, that's-" she sneers, then looks at you.

"I'll make it worth your while," you tell her. The look on her face is absolutely priceless, the way her pride wars with her sense to try to get her to get down on her knees and wank you off with those massive teats of hers.

"Ten thousand," she tells you.

"Fine," you say, with a smirk. She grasps your wrist and drags you into the utility closet again, quickly getting down on her knees in front of you, unbuttoning her shirt and letting her big tits pop free, their massive flesh big enough that they'll surely quickly envelop your entire length in them. Her cheeks are burning red as she moves to unzip your pants, your hard cock popping free. By the way she reacts, it's obvious she's never seen a cock before, and she seems briefly mesmerized by it, just staring, one hand tentatively reaching out to touch it, fingers running across its length - then she shakes her head and snaps back to her senses, pulling her hand away.

"Ten thousand," she repeats, and you nod, as she moves to wrap her soft, delicious breasts around your cock, currently naked from the waist up.

You smile down at her, giving her no assistance at all as she gently starts to massage your length with her beautiful breasts. The soft, pillowy flesh wraps taut around your dick, your cockhead peeking up again and again through the delicious pale skin as she blushes up at you. Her eyes are locked on yours, looking for your reactions, her and it's absolutely delicious, to see the bitch who would constantly humiliate you during your practice bouts in martial arts club now on her knees, wanking your cock off with her tits just for a bit of quick cash.

"Good girl," you breathe down at her, and her flush gets even more furious, reaching down to stain those pale milky tits of hers a delicious shade of pink. Her eyes break off from yours, turning down to your cock, which continuously pops in and out of view between her tits. Uncertainly, she leans forward, tenderly licking at your tip, and you groan in response, fingers clenching involuntarily on either side of her, part of you wanting to just grab the back of her head and facefuck her even as she titfucks you...

Then you realize, why not get rough? Your fingers reach for her tits, smashing and grinding into them, making her briefly break off her sucking to look up at you. "Wha-" she starts, but then you start to pump furiously away at those tits of hers, and what becomes very obvious. The soft feeling of them wrapped around your dick, the way her teeth dig into her lower lip as she strains not to let out any noises as you fuck her beautiful tits, it's all an intoxicating brew, making you go absolutely crazy on her breasts, pounding away like that, your dick popping in and out over and over again.

A sudden thought comes to mind - with tits as big as hers, you can do a different kind of titfuck. You shift so that your cock is pointed at her sternum, and her expression becomes confused, right up until you start to fuck her again and again. With her tits smushed around your dick, they actually reach just far enough that when your tip is pressing against her ribcage, your balls are tapping at the flesh of them. It feels absolutely exquisite, having your dick gently massaged by those massive mammaries of hers, and the expression she makes, some mix of indignant and ecstatic, distracted by the pleasure to the point she doesn't verbally object, adds to the joyous experience of putting this haughty bitch in her place.

She comes at that point, which just makes you have to pause to try not to come like that. Her expression is so lewd and dirty, clearly unaccustomed to this kind of pleasure. Her mouth falls open, tongue sloppily slapping her lower lip, drool running out of it as her eyes roll up, her cheeks a brilliant, furious red. It's such an absolutely sexy contrast to her ordinary bitchy face that you really, really have to try hard not to come right then and there.

"Keep... keep it there," you breathe, as she recovers. "Use your hands," you command, when she doesn't understand what you meant, and quickly she does so, those powerful hands that have repeatedly humiliated you, now humiliating her as she holds her tits in place for you to use them as an onahole. You run your fingers softly through her unkempt dark hair, and she shudders a little in response, some drool splashing down onto her titflesh from her chin. "Good girl," you tell her again, and her expression turns into hideous hate for just a second - until you up your pace in her tits, and she comes again, giving you that absolutely ridiculous o-face once more, some more of her saliva splashing down onto her tits, making them lightly glisten as you roughly fuck them.

"If you call me 'Master,' I'll give you an extra five thousand Y," you tell her. Her expression shifts, her cheeks a brilliant red hue, but she quietly, mutely nods.

"Yes, Master." She blushes, and your cock throbs at her response, drinking in the lewd way she looks up at you, her expression abjectly humiliated but, simultaneously, abjectly obedient.

"Keep talking, slut," you breathe out, and her expression briefly flickers to rage before she subdues it once more.

"Do you enjoy fucking my tits, Master?" She asks, her voice a delicious whisper as she looks up at you, eyelashes rapidly fluttering as she does her best to pretend to be an obedient slave to you, and it makes you absolutely, unbelievably aroused.

"I do," you breathe, fucking them even harder, continuing to stroke her hair, grasping her head and clenching around it a moment later, going crazy on her breasts as you fuck away. "I definitely do, slut. That's, a fucking good bitch," you growl out, and she scowls up at you as you fuck her tits. "Problem?" You breathe.

"N-no Master," she replies, quickly, as if scared you'll take away her bonus for that.

At that, you find release, splattering hot cum directly against her sternum, staining her chest white with your seed. So much comes out that some even spurts upwards, splattering the tops of her tits. Before she can move to clean it off, though, you speak. "If you wear it for the rest of the day, I'll give you another five thousand." Her cheeks burn, but she quietly nods, collecting her clothes. You take out your phone and snap a picture. "Personal use only," you reassure her, and she stares balefully up at you.

"Another five thousand," she tells you.

You decide to nod your head. Once she's dressed, her shirt looking slightly sticky in a couple places but nothing immediately identifiable, she holds out her hand. You quickly hand over the agreed 25,000Y.

It takes the better part of a week for her to approach you again, but she finally does after you get finished in the dojo, both of you lightly caked in sweat. She was particularly rough in your practice duel, which you had assumed was just lingering anger over you taking advantage of her, but apparently it was anticipation of this moment. "I need money," she tells you, the words as simple as that.

You try not to smile, eyeing her up. "You're all sweaty," you tell her. "Let's go to the showers." She glares hatefully at you but nods, and you take her along with you. Since it's after school, most of the club members are going to the nearest shower room, and there's nobody in the one on the other side of the campus, leaving the pair of you alone in there as you enter. She has a furious look on her face as she steps into the locker room, her shoes clacking against the tile floor, and you just smile at her, running your gaze over her voluptuous body.

"We can do another titfuck for 10,000Y," she tells you.

"I don't know," you say, drawing the words out, enjoying the look on her face as she scowls at you. "It was kind of boring, fucking your tits, and it'll only get more boring this time."

"Look, you prick-" she starts.

"I'm not saying we can't do something," you tell her, with a smile. "But I bet we can come up with a way to make it better, can't we? Or are you too stupid to figure out how to turn a guy on, when you have big stupid tits like these?" You grasp one in your hand, giving it a squeeze, making her hiss in response, her cheeks flushing with color. "Mm, I know. Get on the ground, and squat," you tell her, and she hesitates a moment before doing as you say. "Spread your legs." She awkwardly obeys. "Now, start playing with yourself," you tell her, taking out your phone to record the show.

"I'm not-"

"Thirty thousand," you tell her, and she pauses for a couple seconds, eyes flashing with hate, before her hand slides down to her cunt, slipping under her panties. You pull down your pants, letting your hard cock pop free, rubbing the tip at her lips. "Come on now. This too."

She tentatively licks your cockhead, her expression one of abject humiliation.

You smile down at her, certain you look like the most sadistic prick in the world as her tongue rubs at your tip. A bit of saliva splashes out of her mouth onto the soft white of her top, her work beginning to slowly but surely spitshine the tip of your dick. She pants, her cheeks growing warm, her hand starting to work harder in her cunt as she remains squatting before you, one hand in her cunt, the other soon snapping out to grasp your thigh for balance.

Her eyes stare up at you balefully, as if she was wishing she could make you die just by staring, but you just make sure to hold your camera out as she continues to lick, even beginning to tilt her head from side to side to coat more of your cock with her spit, slithering up in the crevice of the ridge of your cock, scooping up any sweat that's there. The scent of your dick is powerful enough to reach you, but she shows no sign of stopping or even really reacting to the thick scent of your dirty, putrid cock, which has been soaking in its own sweat for at least a half hour now.

You just smile down at her, enjoying the view as her tongue rubs along your dick, cleaning it with obvious attention to detail, her expression slowly shifting from rage and humiliation to docile, hard-working focus. Her eyes glaze over, her expression falling into a kind of hypnotic state as she plays with herself like that, licking at every inch of your dick, her head twisting and curling along to reach at it, her tongue slithering along your underside despite the unambiguous fact that your cock currently stinks to high heaven.

Her nose twitches for a moment, as if she's taking in the thick scent of your cock, sweaty and crude - and then she comes, her hips bucking, quivering back and forth as she sputters wildly, eyelashes fluttering as her gaze drunkenly turns up to you, then to the ceiling, her cheeks flush with color as she quivers in the afterglow of her orgasm. Her drool splatters onto your dick, her shirt, and the tile floor beneath her as her legs quiver back and forth enticingly, her body language seeming to beg you to fuck her.

"Say thank you," you say.

"Thank you," she breathlessly replies, her words tickling your dick, a lewd shudder running through her whole body as she does so. It makes your cock twitch in front of her face, threatening to smear yet more precum across her features. You smirk as she comes out of the afterglow and realizes what she just said and did, a furious scowl on her face - and then she sees your phone, still held up, still recording all of this, and the anger shifts to abject humiliation, making your cock twitch.

"You've got it all nice and lubed up, bitch," you tell her. "Suck it properly now," you command. She bites her lower lip for a moment, then at last moves to open her mouth, gently slipping those pretty lips of hers around your cock, her furious scowl up at you, brow furrowed, rage in her expression, lewdly contrasted by her wide open mouth and the wet, wondrous feeling of her throat slipping forward to wrap around your dick. As her nostrils hit your pubes, she comes again, quivering around your dick as her throat rubs up and down your length, moaning in a way that just rubs your dick all over.

"Even though you have those huge tits," you tell her, as she shudders in pleasure, eyelashes fluttering rapidly, as she continues to shake her throat all around your cock, "you don't look particularly feminine," you tell her, grasping a clump of her short hair tightly. "You should grow out your hair," you tell her, starting to pump at her face, balls slapping at her chin as you roughly take advantage of her. She whimpers around your dick, eyes rolling up, her expression a mix of humiliated, debased, and completely docile and submissive, letting you just fuck her mouth senseless as you take full advantage of the bitch beneath you.

You smirk down at her as her expression briefly arrives at a malicious glare while you fuck her throat. "Don't complain. You're the one who wanted this. I was perfectly willing to just give you money for food, it was you who wanted to pay me back, and it's you who keeps approaching me for more money to get used like my personal human onahole." She shudders and comes again, moaning around your dick, and you smile cruelly down at her. You pull back until just the tip of your dick is in her mouth, her lips wrapped taut around the ridge. "Say 'hello' to your parents for the camera," you smirk down at her.

Her expression is absolutely incandescent with fury, her eyes seeming to glow with a hateful light, but at last she obeys your command. "Hewo, mfom," she slurs out around your cock, and you smirk, drinking in the abject humiliation on her face for a moment.

Then you add to it. "I couldn't hear you. Say it louder and clearer, but don't take my cock out of your mouth." She shudders around your cock for a moment, looking just about ready to bite your cock off...

"Hello, Mom," she manages to get out, her tongue tantalizingly rubbing at your cock as she strains to say it properly.

At that, you spray your hot seed directly into her pretty mouth, splattering her palate and tongue. She shudders and swallows at it. "Make... the double peace sign," you growl out, and her hands hurriedly come up to obey, fingers flipping into v-shapes on either side of her as she stares up at you, her expression a wonderful mix of sheer, unbridled anger and passive submission to your every command. Your cum fills up the inside of her mouth, some of it spilling out past her lips, running down her chin and staining her top.

When you're completely finished, you pop your cock out of her mouth, admiring the look on her face as she swallows your cum. By the expression she makes, you think she actually enjoys the taste of your sweaty dick and your thick cum, though she'd never admit it.

You pat the top of her head. "You make a good cocksucker," you tell her, and she scowls up at you, which looks pretty ridiculous given the amount of her juices that have coated her panties, thighs, and the floor beneath her, and the fact that she still has her legs splayed wide, your cock just a scant few inches from her face. "Let's take a shower," you tell her, starting to pull off your shirt. "Oh, do you not want any money in the future?" You ask, when she doesn't start to take off her own clothing.

Her lips quiver and shake, a hateful look on her face, and you just smile down at her. It's so much easier to put up with getting beaten by her in karate club when you can just think back to her looking like this, especially once she does start to strip, popping the buttons on her top one by one, shucking off her bra soon enough, getting completely naked before you and then quickly stepping into the shower, hiding her unshaven, thick bush and her pretty pink sex as she starts the water.

You get in behind her, running your hands along her stomach, up to her breasts, gently cupping the copious flesh in either hand. Her expression is level, forced into a static bored one as you start to rub your cock gently at her thighs, as if trying to fuck them. "How much would it cost to fuck you properly?" You breathe the words out in her ear.

"I'm not going to fuck you," she snarls. "This is just- I'm saving that for the man I love, which is not you, you fuck."

"Oh? Is he anybody I know?"

"I... no... there's no one in particular, yet, but whoever it is, it won't be you," she snaps, turning her gaze over her shoulder to glare at you.

"Never say never," you tell her, with a certain vicious grin on your lips, your fingers pawing at her bosom. She shudders in disgust at that and averts her gaze from you. You're definitely going to make this bitch yours, one way or another.