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"no.” his voice cuts through your whimper. "eyes open."
hiromi orders, already seated on the edge of the bed facing the full-length mirror across the room, legs spread wide. he lines himself up, slapping and smearing the cum on your twitching clit, cock still raging hard somehow, covered in the creamy mess from earlier rounds, and you watch in the mirror as he forces the fat red tip inside your fluttering hole. his hands grip your hips, guiding you as you sink onto him, and you both watch yourself straddling him in reverse as you take him. you try to move away from the overstimulation, lifting your hips up on shaky thighs, but his arm suddenly snakes around your throat from behind, pulling you back against his chest into a headlock.
“there,” his voice is rough against your ear. “now you can see everything.” your back pressed flush against his chest, his arm that keeps your head tilted up, forced to watch. watch your mouth drop open on a silent gasp. watch your eyes go glassy and unfocused. watch the exact moment he bottoms out and your whole body tenses, overwhelmed by how full you are, how deep he goes in this angle. watch your thighs trembling as he fucks up into you.
"see yourself?" his other hand slides down your stomach, fingers spreading your puffy lips open so you both can see in the mirror. "see how swollen you are? how much i ruined this pussy?"
you try to look away, mortified by the sight - your labia are obscenely puffy from what, nine? rounds of abuse, dark and tender and glistening with the frothy mess of his cum mixed with your cunt juice, practically dripping down your thighs.
"watch,” he orders. "or i stop and leave you empty like this.”
your eyes snap back to the mirror, meeting his dark gaze in the reflection, and something predatory flashes across his face.
"good girl."
***
"look at that," hiromi's voice is strained, rough with barely controlled need. "look how perfectly you take me. how your pretty pussy just swallows my cock."
in the mirror you see everything. see the way your puffy lips are stretched obscenely around his thick shaft, see the white froth already bubbling where you're connected, see the mess coating both of you. then his hips start moving - lifting up to thrust into you from below, and the angle is devastating. his fingers find your swollen clit - starts rubbing it through all the frothy mess - and his other arm tightens around your throat.
“gonna choke you out while you squirt,” he says it so casually, like it’s nothing. “wanna see how pathetic you look when you can’t breathe.”
“no- hiromi please-“ you’re already begging.
“no?” he mocks, and before you can continue protesting his arm is crushing your throat again and his hips are slamming up and you realize- “you don’t get to say no,” he snarls in your ear. “you’re mine to use. watch yourself take it.”
he's right. you can see it in the mirror - see your swollen cunt pulsing around him, trying to pull him deeper even though there's no room left.
"hiromi-“ your voice comes out strangled from the headlock.
"shh.”he flexes his muscles, and you feel them squeeze your carotid. "just watch."
he’s always relentless after a long day at work. always been like this. in the mirror you see yourself: face going red from the lack of oxygen, eyes bulging, mouth open in a silent scream. and you gush - squirt spraying out around his cock, forced out because he’s plugging you, and his fingers immediately go to spread it, smear it all over your stretched pussy like you’re disgusting.
“there it is,” he sounds satisfied. “pathetic. cumming while i strangle you.”
your brain gets foggy and then fuzzy and then nothing. he keeps fucking you through it while the lock around your head tightens until your head lolls to the side and your body almost slumps forward.
release.
***
you come to gasping, disoriented, and he hasn’t stopped - his hips are still thrusting up, cock still buried deep, still grinding against your aching ring of muscles, thick long fingers still playing with the mess between your legs.
“finally,” he sounds almost bored. “took you long enough. thought i’d have to fuck you while you were unconscious.”
“wha-what-“ you’re babbling, brain completely foggy, can’t understand what just happened.
“shh.” his fingers slap your puffy pussy hard - and you yelp. “don’t talk. just watch how disgusting you are.”
in the mirror you see it again - your pussy absolutely drenched, coated in layers of frothy cum and squirt, and his fingers are spreading it, making it worse, making you look obscene.
“filthy fucking mess,” he’s muttering, and he sounds disgusted but his cock is throbbing inside you. “look at you. covered in cum like a whore.” his hips slam up again and you sob because your cervix is so bruised-
“m’ sore! h-hurts-“ you cry out.
“good,” he growls. “want you sore. want you to feel me for days.”
his fingers gather more froth, more of that bubbling mess, and smear it up over your clit making you jolt from overstimulation. “gonna choke you out again,” he and it like a threat. “and you’re gonna squirt for me again like the desperate little slut you are.”
“no- please- can’t-“
his arm crushes your throat. “i said you don’t get to say no.”
he’s choking you while his hips pound up; ruthless, no mercy, cock slamming against your destroyed cervix. “take it,” he’s snarling. “fucking take it while you can’t breathe-”
his fingers are pinching your clit hard, almost painfully, through all the mess, and you’re watching in the mirror - watching yourself get strangled, face turning purple - and you gush again, body convulsing, squirt forcing out around his cock, and he laughs. actually laughs.
“pathetic,” he sounds gleeful. “can’t even control yourself. look at you - passing out and still squirting on my cock-“
he spreads through the fresh mess, smearing it everywhere, and the last thing you hear before you fade is-
“gonna use you like this all night. gonna break you.”
darkness.
***
you’re sobbing - confused and wrecked and so overstimulated you can’t even speak. and you’re still on his cock; still stretched around him, still feeling him thumping cruelly against your tender cervix.
“cry all you want,” his voice is cold against your temple. “still gonna use this cunt.”
every thrust churns his previous loads into something obscene. in the mirror you can see the white cream coating his cock, see it frothing at the base where your swollen lips struggle to accommodate him, see it dripping down your thighs.
“look at this fucking mess,” his voice is dark, fingers spreading through the obscene frothy mixture leaking out around his cock. “disgusting. you’re dripping with my cum and you’re still so fucking wet for more.” his slick fingers are tracing where you’re impaled on him, feeling how puffy and tender your lips are-
“please- no more- please- can’t- don’t-“ you’re begging in pathetic babble, brain absolutely fried, can’t string thoughts together.
“no?” his hand comes up to slap your pussy again hard, right on your swollen clit. you scream, body jolting, and more squirt leaks out weakly.
“that’s what i thought,” he sounds smug. “you’ll take everything i give you. watch yourself take it.”
his thick arm goes around your throat again and you sob because you know what’s coming. “one more,” he croons. “gonna choke you out one more time and watch you squirt like a broken toy.”
the arm tightens, and at the same time his hips thrust up - hard - and you sob because his cock is hitting your bruised cervix and it hurts but also feels overwhelming.
“there-“ he’s panting into your ear, sounding feral. “fuckin’ watch yourself take it- take my cock while i strangle you-“
you’re too weak to fight. just sob as his arm crushes your throat again, as his hips pick up the pace, pounding up brutally, cock slamming against your cervix over and over. and you gush - hard - spraying everywhere, body seizing, squirt spraying out around his cock in thick streams, and his fingers immediately catch it, spread it, smear it all over your destroyed pussy. and then he’s laughing again, that dark cruel sound-
“yes, fuck yes - look at you, pathetic little thing cumming while i kill you-“
his hand sank into the slick, fingers fanning through it, smearing all over your ruined pussy. you hear him groan “gonna fill you again,” his hips slam up one last time, grinding deep. “gonna add more, fill up your useless womb-”
you feel him erupt, hot and thick, flooding you; but you’re fading. in the mirror you see it pouring down where you’re connected, see his fingers immediately spreading it, smearing it over your stretched and abused pussy lips, and your vision goes spotty. dark. you’re out.
***
consciousness comes back in fragments. you’re whimpering before you even open your eyes, and when you do you see the mirror and the mess and you can’t process it. your pussy is destroyed. the froth is everywhere - thick white bubbles mixed with clear fluid, coating your inner thighs, his thighs, dripping obscenely. your labia are so swollen they’re almost purple, stretched around his cock that’s still buried inside.
“s’ pretty,” hiromi’s voice is satisfied now, almost pleased. “took everything i gave you. perfect little toy.”he stopped moving inside you, still hard but just keeping you plugged. he keeps you there, still completely impaled on his fat cock while frothy cum pours out around his shaft. in the mirror you watch his fingers gather the white bubbling froth and he smears it over your puffy lips like he’s degrading you, and you feel yourself flinch from the oversensitivity.
“mine,” he says it like he owns you. “this destroyed cunt is mine. say it.”
“yours-“ you sob, too broken to argue. “yours hiromi-“
“good.” he finally - finally - pulls out, and cum pours out obscenely, adding to the mess. his fingers spread through it one last time, smearing it over your swollen lips, and he brings those fingers to your mouth-
“clean them.”
and you do. too fucked out and high off his musky testosterone and his sweaty muscles caging you to refuse. tasting the mixture of his cum and your squirt while he watches in the mirror looking absolutely smug.
“perfect,” he says. “knew you’d be perfect for this.”