School Girls' Stories

Chapter 36 – New Years Day - Part 2

Danko pulled Kaori behind her down the street. Kaori was not questioning much, her mind was elsewhere. She had tried one more time to gather the Oshidori family and have them go to the institute to see Nakago. The Oshidori’s agreed they should go, and left Kaori and Yuki promptly at home, which worked out for Danko perfectly. She knew Kaori promised to be a good girl for Nakago, and Kaori lied to Danko and said she was not sleeping with those men anymore because she had Danko. It was all lies. The girl could spout nothing but lies and Danko wondered why she had not seen it sooner.

“Why are we at a love hotel?” Kaori asked when they stepped onto the threshold, all trepidation intense in her veins.
“Why else?” Danko laughed, dragging Kaori through the door. To everyone else that would see them they looked like an overeager boyfriend and a girlfriend having second thoughts. Danko was much stronger than Kaori and Kaori was being dragged across the floor without much work from Danko.

“What’s gotten into you?” Kaori asked as Danko nearly tossed her through the door of the hotel room that she had already booked for this exact occasion. Kaori bounced on her feet, trying to keep her balance, and then she noticed there were already people in this room. She turned swiftly to the three masked men who watched her bounce into the room.

One of them was already overeager and began to stand up. He sauntered over to Kaori, but Danko pushed herself in front of Kaori, keeping the man back. “Today,” Danko began, “you three are here for me.”

Danko could not see the distaste on their mouths, but they would do as they were paid to do. Danko turned back to Kaori and pushed her into a chair which was already ready with a set of handcuffs. Danko locked Kaori’s wrists in and stepped back from her.

“Danko, what are you doing?” Kaori asked a little hysterical. This is a side of Danko she had never seen before, especially as a woman. Danko never seemed interested in men, and yet there were three standing there, waiting for her, two of them already hard. Kaori shifted in the chair, but the handcuffs bit into her wrists and she cried out.

“I am having you do what I used to always do,” Danko explained. “Today, I have sex, and you watch, and want, and desire. You never said I couldn’t fuck other men, just that you weren’t going to. And since you aren’t even letting me touch you then I think I deserve some release.” Danko turned away with a smirk. That was not the only reason she was with these men. She was going to make Kaori want it, beg for it, and just absolutely need to be fucked. When Kaori did finally break her oath and start fucking these men Danko would make sure there would be so much evidence, pictures, video, etc., that Nakago would never have a doubt that Kaori was not true to her word. Given Nakago’s temper, his revenge on Kaori might be a little worse than Danko allowing her to explore her sexual interest once more. Danko loved this woman, and she was breaking her heart, so she was going to make sure she suffered for it.

Danko slid onto the bed, two of the men following her in. The undressed her with ease, treating her tenderly, which was almost a shock to her system since the first time she was with these anonymous men she had been beaten and raped. Oh, she would get them back to, but now she needed to use them first.

Danko slid between one man’s legs and pulled down his pants, taking his hard cock into her hands and lowering her mouth on it, licking the head. From behind her the other man slid his pants down and drove himself deeply into her without a bit of hesitation. Her pussy did not even have time to grow wet, though she was sure it never would have. She just did not desire this penetration. He was thick inside of her, pumping her hips, the whole time she was trying to be gentle with the cock in her mouth, sucking it up, and going down. She had to resist the urge not to bite through it, wondering if this was the same one she had been forced to suck while she was raped.

The third man only had eyes for Kaori. He turned to the girl who watched with mild curiosity as her friend did salacious things to men that she did not know. Kaori shifted and squirmed, wanting badly for a man’s touch. It had been too long, and she was not the type of person to just give something up. She felt her panties grow wet as Danko began to begin to moan, the man driving himself deeper inside her body from behind her. The whole while her lips never stopped sucking that cock, sucking it so hard it was slick with her saliva.

“I can tell you want it,” the third guy told her, kneeling beside her chair. He slowly trailed his hands up her legs, wanting to feel the inside of her. He pushed upon the wet panties under her skirt and found the clit almost instantly.

Kaori tightened her legs around his hand, but not as a sexual desire, she wanted him to stop. She almost wanted him to stop. “No,” she told him quietly. “I can’t do that.”

“Oh?” he asked, not daring to remove his hand, just continuing to press his finger on the clit, giving it just the right pressure for pleasure as she tried to move her legs and get his hand out from between her legs. “It seems to me you want it plenty.”

“I may want it,” Kaori insisted it, “but it doesn’t mean I should.”

The man behind Danko suddenly came inside of her, his head thrown back in pleasure. Kaori turned to look, unable to keep her eyes off of it. His cum and her wetness were dripping down her legs, but her mouth still firmly worked at his cock. She licked the head and bit into it gently, enough to make him jerk, but she went back down on it, able to go much lower than Kaori had ever learned to do.

“See,” the man kneeling beside her pointed out, “you don’t just want it, you need it. Watching her you are getting much wetter. Let me inside of you, no one will ever have to know.”

Kaori could not deny she was tempted. Here was some guy, offering her release from this pent up sexual energy, all of this lust she lived with day after day. She wanted him to fuck her, her breasts were fighting to escape her blouse and be free, to be touched by a man’s hands and caressed in any manner. “No,” she said softly.

“As you wish,” he said. She loosened her legs and he pulled his hands from between her legs, but instead of releasing her he trailed his hands upwards on her body, his fingers only a whisper on her body but enough to make her painfully aware of her need. His thumbs each found a nipple on her breast and suddenly there was pressure as he rubbed them hard. She threw her head back in want, and in need.

“Do you still want me to stop?” he asked her.

In the background Danko was sucking the second man dry, his cock now limp and falling away. Danko sat up and turned to Kaori and the other guy. She watched Kaori fight her urges to enjoy just casual sex. The man was touching her in all of the right places, and seeing someone else enjoying what was usually her place to enjoy was driving her mad. She was soaking the chair beneath her she was growing so wet, and this man was more than eager to push inside of her and give her some sort of release.

“No,” she said in answer to his question. The man smiled behind his ski mask and unzipped his pants and pulled them down so the large head was pointing to her with its need. Somewhere in the background there was a person with a camera, and a video camera, taking pictures and recording every detail as the man slid into Kaori’s very wet pussy. The man slammed into her, meeting her blow for blow, seeing how much harder she needed it, and how much harder he wanted to give it to her. This girl was gorgeous and he wanted her as much as he could. The handcuffs were released by someone behind her, Kaori never dared to see who. She rode that man to the floor, rode on top of him, slamming herself into him and fucking him like she had never fucked anyone before, or never would again. All that energy that had been pent up was being released into one fuck, and she let him take advantage of her, to push so deep she was in pain, and still she cried out for more.

He tumbled her onto the floor and positioned himself on top of her, bringing one of her legs up so he could drive even deeper into her. In he went, in and out, pushing in those walls that clung tightly for such a loose woman, and he could hardly contain his own enjoyment of the act.

Soon he was cumming into her body and was crying out with joy, her back arched, her body enjoying every moment of it, and the evidence was all on tape.

~*~

“Mom, I’m home!” Fuji called, stepping through the door. She knew something was wrong when Shai was the first face she encountered when stepping through the hallway into the living room. Mrs. Chenbaro huddled with Mr. Tennison, but her face was angry even while her body looked weak. Standing at the head of it all, and looking like he could not believe it had to come to this, was Mr. Taiikuka.

“What…?” Fuji began, her heart suddenly running its paces.

“Fuji…” Mr. Taiikuka began, but Mrs. Chenbaro shut him up with a quick flick of her wrist.

“Let me tell her, Shinji,” she said sadly. She turned to her daughter with angry eyes, angry at Fuji, angry at everyone in the room. The situation had been taken away from her and she was less than thrilled, but now she had little choice because she herself was being blackmailed. “Fuji,” Mrs. Chenbaro tried to begin as calmly as possible. “I’ve lied to you all of these years. Your father is not dead. In fact…” she looked to Mr. Taiikuka, hoping to escape this sudden admittance, but Mr. Taiikuka shook his head, angry the situation with Fuji and Mrs. Chenbaro had grown so bad. “In fact,” Mrs. Chenbaro began again, “Shinji Taiikuka is your real father.”