Kafka tilted his head, completely amused with what he was seeing.
Two won had already squirted puddles across the tiles, and from the wet slapping noises filling the hall he knew the others weren’t far behind.
"Schlurp!♡~ Splish!♡~ Splat!♡~ Squish!♡~"
Fingers plunged, knuckles rubbed, the air trembled with the sticky rhythm of a dozen pussies being fingered and stretched. They were close, so close to breaking again.
But what held his attention most wasn’t the chorus of masturbating won, or even the ss they were making of his floor.
It was Olivia’s chest. Her massive breasts swung as she bobbed, her nipples, those stubborn, hidden things, finally showing themselves. Not fully. Not yet.
Just halfway out, pink tips trembling, teasing the air like they were testing if they dared erge.
Kafka’s grin sharpened. They were almost there. Almost out. He only needed one final push, one final shock to break Olivia’s body completely open. He knew exactly what to do.
But the won were seconds from cumming, and he wasn’t about to let their climaxes steal the thunder from his Olivia’s revelation.
"Up." He ordered softly and Olivia blinked, muffled protest vibrating against his sack but he simply replied saying, "Stand up, Olive. Stop crouching and stand and stick that fat ass out for June. Don’t stall now."
Confused, embarrassed, but too dazed to resist, Olivia obeyed. Her lips popped wetly off his balls, a string of spit dangling, and she staggered upright. Even as she rose, her body bent forward instinctively, back arched, ass jutting out perfectly in front of June’s face.
June’s breath caught audibly. The view was obscene. Inches away from her eyes, Olivia’s ass filled her vision, huge, round, heavy, the twin globes trembling as they wiggled.
Olivia barely had ti to pout before Kafka seized her head and then to her shock, shoved her forward.
"Mmm—!" She squealed, muffled, as his cock surged into her mouth.
No warning. No hesitation. The thick shaft slamd past her lips, spreading her jaw wide, pushing until the blunt tip battered the back of her throat.
"Mmm!♡~ Ahhh! Nnnn!♡~"
Her eyes bulged as the fat rod invaded her neck, her nails scrabbling at his thighs as he held her steady and began to thrust.
"Ahhh, fuck." Kafka groaned, hips snapping. "That’s it. Open that pretty throat, Olive. Take it all like the good little cock-sleeve you are."
The won gasped in chorus.
"He’s...He’s fucking her throat—"
"She’s actually taking it, oh my god—"
Drool spilled down her chin as he pumped, using her mouth like it was just another wet hole for him to rut. Her gagging echoed under the studio lights, slick and obscene.
"Gloop!♡~ Drip!♡~ Splurt!♡~ Plop!♡~"
And then Kafka, still thrusting rcilessly, looked directly at June. "June. Listen up. I have one more task for you."
Her head jerked up, startled. "Y-Yes?!"
"I’m going to fuck her ass later." He said casually, eyes glinting. "Her little pink hole is begging for it. I can’t resist stuffing myself inside. But first, I need to know if she can take it raw...or if I’ll have to prep her with toys."
Olivia choked around him, her eyes rolling, humiliated beyond belief as his words sank in.
Kafka smirked, still sawing into her throat. "That ans, June, I want you to asure her asshole. Right now. Tell the exact size. Then I’ll know what I can do to her later."
The request hit like a slap. June’s eyes went wide, her cheeks flaming. "W-What?! H-her...anus?!"
Olivia’s muffled scream vibrated down his shaft.
"Y-You can’t be serious, that’s—"
"I’m completely serious and there’s no one else I’d trust with it." Kafka cut her off with a dark chuckle. "It’s your responsibility. I need numbers, June. Not guesses."
She stamred, flustered. "T-This is too much, I-I’ve never...never asured—"
Before she could finish, Kafka shifted his gaze sharply, his tone commanding.
"Don’t waste ti. Look at her—"
He yanked Olivia’s head back, letting his cock slide free with a wet gasp, spit and precum drooling down her chin.
"Her throat’s full. Her body’s loose. That little asshole will be relaxed right now. If you don’t take the asurent now, it’ll tighten again. And then I’ll be flying blind."
Olivia moaned helplessly around his cock, saliva streaming down her chest, her ass still stuck out inches from June’s face, while the won circled, trembling, rubbing their clits harder.
"Do it..." One whispered.
"I want to see..." Another gasped, twisting her nipples until she cried.
June shook her head faintly, lips parting like she wanted to refuse. But Kafka’s eyes were on her, sharp and commanding, the sa eyes that had bent every other woman here to his will tonight.
"Do it now, June. Tell exactly what I need to know. Or would you rather I shove it in blind and tear her apart?"
June froze. Her mind blanked, caught in a daze, every thought drowned by the echo of his command.
The entire circle of won had gone quiet except for their desperate fingering, all of them looking expectantly at her, as though she were the hinge on which the whole show now swung.
And then she glanced at Olivia.
Olivia’s eyes were glassy, watery, her cheeks flushed crimson. Her mouth stretched wide, gagging around Kafka’s cock as it ramd the back of her throat again and again.
"Thwap!♡~ Schlurp!♡~ Squish!♡~ Sploosh!♡~"
Spit and precum spilled from the corners of her lips, dripping onto her chest. And still, even in that humiliating, filthy state, she turned her gaze toward June, eyes wide and pitiful, silently begging.
Begging her not to do this, not to touch her anus, not to asure such a shaful place.
June’s heart hamred. She wanted to refuse. Every bone in her body scread to say no.
But then she saw him...Kafka’s eyes.
They wasn’t angry. weren’t harsh. They were calm, steady, a small smile playing on his lips. A look that said: I trust you. I know you’ll do it. This is your task, and I’ve already given it to you.
And sothing inside her shifted. She didn’t want to break that look. Didn’t want to break his trust.
So, her hands clenched into fists. She swallowed hard. And finally, in a shaky voice, she said,
"I’ll...I’ll do it. I’ll asure her anus."
The reaction was imdiate. Olivia whimpered, throat muffled by his cock as he slamd deep again, saliva spraying. The other won gasped, their eyes flashing with sultry delight, while Kafka’s grin widened.
"Good girl." He purred.
June then looked down at Olivia’s rear, trembling. The sight of it so close, round and firm, cheeks pressing together around the tight star hidden between them, it was almost too much.
She hesitated again. "B-But...I can’t do it alone. She’s...She’s too big. I-I can’t spread her apart by myself..."
Kafka chuckled, the sound dark and smooth. "Then you won’t. You’ll have help."
He then snapped his gaze to the crowd. "You two. Hold her open."
Two of the older won stepped forward instantly, cheeks flushed with both lust and obedience. Each one took a handful of Olivia’s plump flesh, prying her ass apart with slow, deliberate strength.
"Mmm!♡~ Mmmmm!♡~"
Olivia let out a muffled, broken cry around his cock, her body jerking, her cheeks burning as she felt herself opened up, exposed like never before.
And then it was visible.
Her anus.
The won leaned in, eyes wide, as if they’d uncovered so hidden jewel. Pink, delicate, tightly wrinkled, pulsing faintly as though it were breathing.
Not a crude hole but sothing oddly beautiful, like a pearl hidden in an oyster, shimring with obscene allure.
Even June gulped. ’God...it’s actually...pretty.’
Kafka’s chuckle rumbled through the hall.
"I know...I know what you’re all thinking." He said, as though reading every thought in the room. "My Olive’s got a perfect little ass. No wonder you’re all staring like it’s art." His smile sharpened. "But enough gawking. It’s ti we asure this little hole."
"...But before that, loosen her up a little bit."
Before anyone could question what he ant, he leaned forward, licking his middle finger until it glistened wet. Then, without hesitation, he pressed it right into her exposed anus.
"MMMMPHHH!"
Olivia’s cry was strangled by his cock. Her whole body shuddered violently.
The won also gasped in unison, so rubbing their clits furiously, unable to look away.
"Slosh!♡~ Splish!♡~ Glug!♡~ Squelch!♡~"
Kafka then pushed deeper, his finger spreading her, sliding in with obscene squelching. He leaned down, voice sharp and filthy.
"You like that, don’t you? Mouth stuffed, ass stretched. My little slut wants both holes full. You act innocent, Olive, but this is what you’ve always wanted, to be ruined front and back, at the sa ti."
"Splat!♡~ Plop!♡~ Thwap!♡~ Gloop!♡~"
Olivia’s whole body trembled. Her anus loosened under the pressure, gripping his finger, relaxing further with each thrust.
"Plop!♡~"
His grin widened as he pulled his finger free, the ring now twitching, open wider than before.
"Perfect. Nice and gaping." His cock shoved deep down her throat again, gagging her. "Now, June. Take the asurent. Tell exactly how tight this filthy hole is."
June’s hands shook as she took the tape, her breath shallow. She looked at the gaping, twitching anus, so close she could see every delicate wrinkle.
The sight made her shiver. She couldn’t believe she was about to do this, kneeling in front of her own employee’s ass, in front of everyone, about to asure her anus while Kafka throatfucked her.
But she couldn’t stop now.
So, slowly, she pressed the tape against Olivia’s anus, sliding it across the pink star, pressing deep enough to gauge its breadth, while Olivia’s body convulsed in response, her muffled moans vibrating against Kafka’s cock as tears stread down her face.
The room held its breath.
And then June whispered, her voice trembling:
"Three centiters. Her anus is...three centiters."
The won gasped in unison.
Kafka’s grin widened.
But June wasn’t done. She blinked down at the number again, then let out a soft, almost incredulous laugh.
"Three centiters...? T-That’s so small. There’s no way he can stuff his cock inside. Not like this."
"You’ll need...a lot of additional help." She looked up, eyes wide, the words coming out of her mouth without even thinking about it. "Or else I’m sure that this tiny hole would tear apart if you tried anything raw."
The words were like a trigger.
The refined, elegant tone in which June uttered sothing so depraved, calmly assessing the size of another woman’s anus, declaring that more "help" was needed for her to take a cock, it broke the last thread of restraint in the room.
It was as if a chain reaction exploded in their bodies all at once.
"Thwap!♡~ Schlurp!♡~ Squish!♡~ Sploosh!♡~"
"Ohhhhhh fuck!♡~" One of the employees shrieked, fingers plunging fast into her dripping pussy as her back arched. "I’m coming, I’m coming, oh my god I can’t stop!♡~"
"Schlurp!♡~ Splish!♡~ Splat!♡~ Squish!♡~"
Another fell against the wall, rubbing both nipples furiously, crying out, "Ahhhhhh it’s too much! Watching Miss June of all people say that, hnnnnghhhhh!♡~ I’ve never co like this in my life, I’m squirting!♡~"
"Gloop!♡~ Drip!♡~ Splurt!♡~ Plop!♡~"
A third knelt, spread-legged, her hand a blur on her clit as she howled, "My pussy, ahhh, my pussy is squirting!♡~ It’s gushing, I can feel it spraying!♡~ Ohhhhhh god, oh god, I’m cumming so hard!♡~"
And indeed, the floor beca a ss of slick wetness.
Juices splattered violently, streams arcing from trembling thighs, staining the studio’s polished floor. The sound of wet slapping, of dripping, of won’s cries filled the hall like a chorus of lewd angels fallen from grace.
Even the ones who had their breasts big enough to take their nipples into their mouths twisted and sucked on themselves shalessly, moaning around their own flesh, squealing, "I’m spurting!♡~ Ahhhhh I’m spurting everywhere, my juice, my pussy, all of it, ahhhhhh!♡~"
The chain reaction spared no one.
Not even Olivia.
Pinned between Kafka’s cock and the eyes of all those won, hearing June report the humiliating size of her most private place, she broke.
"Slosh!♡~ Splish!♡~ Glug!♡~ Squelch!♡~"
Her whole body seized up, thighs clamping around nothing as liquid gushed violently from her pussy. She scread around his cock, muffled, choking, her throat bulging as his shaft kept pounding down into her gullet.
"Splat!♡~ Plop!♡~ Thwap!♡~ Gloop!♡~"
The gush sprayed beneath her, a hot torrent splattering across her own legs, the asuring tape, even the shoes of the won holding her ass cheeks apart.
"Olive..." Kafka growled, grin feral. "You’re cumming just because they asured your ass. What a filthy little slut, you are."
Her eyes rolled, tears streaming, but her body betrayed her, trembling with wave after wave of wet release.
And then, Kafka himself snapped.
With one final brutal thrust into her throat, he groaned, low and commanding, "Take it all!"
The flood ca.
"Schlurp!♡~ Splurt!♡~ Drip!♡~ Sploosh!♡~"
Hot, thick, endless ropes of cum burst down her throat, flooding her gullet in a torrent she couldn’t control.
"Cough! Cough! Ahem!"
She gagged and sputtered, choking, trying to swallow, but there was too much. Her throat convulsed, her cheeks ballooned, and white seed spilled from the corners of her mouth, cascading down her chin in obscene streaks.
Still he ca.
"Plop!♡~ Thwap!♡~ Slosh!♡~ Glug!♡~
Even as Olivia collapsed from her own violent squirting orgasm, body crumpling forward, legs weak and trembling, Kafka’s cock was still erupting.
His seed sprayed across her face, her hair, streaked her back in ssy white lines as she slumped onto the floor, ass still spread wide by the two stunned employees.
And his climax didn’t stop with her.
The sheer volu of it, the force of his release, spurted so far that it painted the won standing nearby.
"Splat!♡~ Plop!♡~ Thwap!♡~ Gloop!♡~"
Thick ropes lashed across breasts, across stomachs, even onto faces. One woman squealed as cum struck her cheek, another moaned in shock as it dribbled down her cleavage.
"Schlurp!♡~ Splurt!♡~ Drip!♡~ Sploosh!♡~"
Instead of pulling away, they reveled in it, so saring his cum on their nipples, others licking it from their own skin, their cries mixing with the wet slaps of their fingers still pumping their pussies raw.
"Ahhhh, I’m cumming again!♡~" One scread as his seed dripped down her body.
"On my face, on my face, he painted , ahhhhhh I can’t take it!♡~" Cried another.
The hall beca chaos. Won collapsing to the ground, squirting and shaking, their underwear ruined, the floor slick with juices and cum, the scent of sex so thick it hung like smoke.
And in the middle of it, June.
The refined, cheerful store manager sat trembling in her chair, the asuring tape still clenched tight in her shaking hands.
She stared at the floor, at the writhing pile of won reduced to lustful wrecks, at Olivia’s gasping, cum-streaked body, and finally Kafka standing tall above them with his cock still glistening, dripping, the undeniable source of this madness.
Her breath ca shallow, chest heaving, eyes wide in awe. She could barely think, barely even breathe, but one thought crystallized clear and sharp in her mind,
’This isn’t my store anymore. This isn’t even the sa world.’
Her fingers dug into the tape. She bowed her head low, trembling, unable to stop herself.
’He’s not just a man at the mont.’
’He’s the king of lust, and we’re all in his kingdom of debauchery.’
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