Take Your Time, Hurry Up - Yoko reward story (Pixiv Fanbox)

"No, it's okay, let me help clean you." Yoko leans forward, taking your wrist before you can bring the washcloth down upon yourself. "I owe you, right? It's okay. Just relax."

"Are you sure?" There isn't really anything about the situation so far that has left you feeling like anything about this situation is particularly sane. Yoko has been acting weird about things ever since you pushed her out of the way of an incoming swing, legitimately saving her life. The antsy looks from a distance for the days since have been compeltely unexpected, an uncharacteristic something about the way that she's been acting in your presence. Something about her is just off, a dramatic and staggeringly strange something about her presence that leaves you not fully sure how to approach the thoughts within your head.

Then she took a step forward. She asked to reward you for saving her life by bathing you. It was the weirdest request, btu she was firm and certain about what she wanted to do, and it wasn't like you don't want to se what she looks like without the small shorts and bra on.

And she looks amazing, for the record.

There's soap suds all over her tits, and as she starts to push you toward the edge of the tub and shift you about, it seems like the only means she has of cleaning you. "You shouldn't have to do much now. You should just relax; I'll take care of this for you." It's surprising and dizzying, but she's insistent, and you don't feel like you can really argue against what she wants to give you. Everything about the ways she's acting make you feel like things are about to get weird and unexpected.

"Are you sure?" you ask, even as her hands guide you. You find yourself lying back against the side of the tub, watching with wide eyes and a n awestruck sense of pure excitement. "I don't need t--"

She shushes you, a single finger resting over your mouth, and her continued push forward makes your head spin. There isn't any real calm to this, the pleasures and surprises coming with something that feels absolutely indomitable. You just have to welcome it, for all it offers, and give in to the strange thrills that it offers.

Then, she brings her breasts down upon your body. Her chest presses in against you, compressing against your chest and beginning to rock up and down, 'scrubbing' you with all the soap on her tits. It's a lot to take, a dizzying rush of pleasures and satisfactions you feel absolutely startled by, the strangeness and the pleasure that doesn't feel like it can be helped. You just have to give in deeper, have to explore your way through passions and desires that leave you no time for thought. Everything is happening so quickly, but you're here to give in to it now.

Up and down she grinds, rubbing against you and letting the friction and attention wind you up more. "I don't think I can tell you enough how grateful I am for your help." Yoko's shaky gaze admires you, every trembling rush of pure joy making for something better, hotter, pulling you progressively deeper. "But I want to do anything I can. So I'll show you." Whatever she's about to do, you're ready for it, and you feel like you can kind of tell. "Mm, I know where I want to clean next."

She gets a bit lower, pushing her breasts down and fighting their desire to float atop the water as she wraps them around your cock. There's no time to waste in this forward attention, the pleasure bringing you an immediate surge of satisfaction and delight you just want to give in to fully. "Is this really--" You have to stop yourself from finishing that question. No. You can't possibly sabotage everything nice going on here by asking her if she means it. You shut your mouth up hard and resist the pressures, letting the satisfaction build, letting the steady hunger and the ache of desire make your head spin.

"I mean it," she tells you. There's a forward pressure behind all of this, a satisfaction that she wants to pursue deeper, and you welcome all of it, let the pleasure escalate. Up and down your cock she begins to work, tending to your dick with a slick, slippery titfuck. "You deserve this. You deserve all of this."

It's hard to argue against something so insistent. The very abrupt flares of raw delight and passion leave you feeling something spectacular, something that you just have to let urge you deeper. You weren't thinking about anything like this when you pushed her out of the way, but as she insists these pleasures upon you, the opportunity is something you absolutely can't resist now, opening yourself up to these strange delights and to the pleasures that keep you falling. Nothing sensible, nothing to contain yourself. It's just greed.

Yoko's ample chest looks just perfect rocking up and down your cock like this. Your eyes fall into the entrancing joy of watching them move, watching her guide them in almost hypnotic manner. All while your cock pokes out at the depths of her pushes down. "I hear people pay to have these sorts of tings done to them," she says, trying to make conversation in a way that only serves to better underline all the absolutely mad pleasures coming on. "Somebody even told me once I should work in one of those places."

"You'd be great," you tell her. Fuck. You didn't mean to say that, but it hits you strongly, the insistence and pressure coming without sense. The pleasure is there, and all you need to do is let it take you, and hopefully not say anything else too stupid. "I--that's not what I meant. I meant that your tits are amazing." Was that better? Probably.

"I can tell you think so," Yoko says. "I see the way you look at them. Well. The way most people look at them. But with you, I don't mind it so much." She's laying it on very thick, a pressure and a forcefulness that leaves you surprised beyond sense but wanting ever more of this. Whatever is about to come from it, you're ready to explore it, ready to give in to whatever it offers you. It's all happening so quickly, pulling you in deep and forcing you to have to make sense of these abrupt feelings, rushes of emotion and hunger and desire that leave you absolutely floored by these demands.

Throbbing in the embrace of her tits, your cock remains pampered in ways that make your whole body slide into greater relaxation and calm. There isn't any reason to hold back in the face of this all, a rush of desire and hunger to continue to slide into, embracing it as all you can think of now. The calming effect all of this is having on you leaves you ready to simply sink, ready to relax. The pleasure is there, something you really don't have to think about. It's easy to lose yourself to it. Easy to let it take you. The enthralling presence and touch of Yoko lovingly tending to your cock leave you sinking deeper, and such warm, satisfied want is simply all you can think about now.

"Just a little bit more to clean you up," she says, staring down at your cock, then looking back up toward you from a lowered position. "I want to make sure I'm thorough. This bath won't mean a lot if you aren't spotless."

"Yeah, just a bit more," you groan, nodding through this and wondering how to deal with her game, how to make sense of these pleasures and urgencies that force you deeper into it all. The pleasure is very direct, very senseless, and it feels almost too good to be able to help. The satisfaction is pulling you deeper, and the inability to fight these pleasures, an unwilling and relentless need for more, pull you in total into complete ruin. You unravel under all of it, loving every second of giving up to this dramatic joy, and you don't bother to hold back.

Even if this is probably the once time you'll ever get a titfuck from Yoko, you give in to these passions and their dramatic demands, erupting all over her cleavage with a hopeless rush of utter joy. You can't help yourself, calling out noisily and embracing these wild pleasures, making a mess of her and allowing yourself to slide into pure ruin, into the kinds of joys that don't feel sane. You make a mess of her tits, ropes of thick cum splattering onto their tops and making a mess of her.

But not in her eyes. "All clean!" she says, perking up and pulling immediately away from your lap, grabbing you by the wrist and leaning in with tight, dizzy need. "Your cock is all clean. And now that it's spotless, it's safe to put inside of me."

"Yeah, it's nice to be clean and t--wait, what?" Your thoughts skip and it takes a moment for you to fully process what she just said, but by then it's much too late. Yoko is already climbing your body, pushing forward in her haste and straddling you while you remain leaned back against the edge of the tub. The purposeful, forward attention she pays you is absolutely maddening, the deep draw into pleasure too erratic to control, and you just have to accept that you're powerless here.

It's a sweet kind of powerlessness, though. One that sees a stacked redhead climbing into your lap and setting herself down onto your cock with the fullest, most thorough excitement. You can't possibly resist the attention, and as her snug pussy squeezes down around your cock, you find yourself immediately shocked by just how intense this is.

"Your reward wasn't getting cleaned, come on," Yoko says. She gives you a wink, but her voice is confident, firm, ready to give in. "Your reward is that I'm going to fuck you."

Acting like this is all absolutely reasonable and sane, Yoko takes to bouncing on your cock with immediate delight, with a shameless and forward desire you have no power against. The wildest of pleasures pull you down immediately, a rush of pure satisfaction begging you to fall into line and give her what she wants, give her exactly what her shameless craving demand. It's a lot, but fuck do you want to let it rule you now. Your body shudders through so many pleasures and frustrations and the weirdest of delights. She wants it, and the forward, fierce attentions she provides leave you trembling.

Her hands brace against your shoulders, and you can feel the firm, downward pressure imposing upon you an even greater demand to give up completely. There's no way to fight this, the passion coming on stranger and demanding that you just let it rule you. "You feel so big," she moans, her face lingering in front of yours, but she seems to hesitate, not quite committing forward to more. It's a surprise you don’t know exactly how to deal with, but the continued pressures leaves you dizzily wanting more, seeking a stranger sense of excitement, a pleasure that you just have to let pull you deeper.

"And you're so tight," you say. You let her do the work, but your hands find her hips, holding onto her and letting the guidance of her body urge you ever lower. The pleasure is a weird, dizzy mess of satisfactions, a thrill not precarious or needing any worry but absolutely coming on bolder. This is too much, and you can't possibly fight it. The dizzy desire to fall deeper takes you, drives you mad, and you want only to let it overwhelm your thoughts, to invoke a senseless unreason and desire that nothing can stop now.

Her hips work quicker atop you. The bounce of her body has her tits heaving, and you can't help but look down into them, although you keep drifting back up toward her eyes, locking gazes with her and finding yourself enthralled by these sweet moments of surrender. The pleasures are overbearing, but utterly delightful, rushes of want that leave you with no time for thought now. It's all so good, so perfect. You're fascinated by everything that she's doing, every rush of want that demands you slide into ruin.

Your moans entwine together, and Yoko continues to linger on the fringes of your lips, not ever leaning forward or committing, but there is a distinct sense of something about her that makes you want to lose your mind. There is no reason behind any of this, no moment where you can believe you're falling so easily and effortlessly into bliss, but it's no longer even your choice. Everything is just happening, and you welcome it, embracing utter ruin and chaos, and you just have to give in to it.

"I want you to cum inside," she tells you. Faster she works, bouncing atop your cock and embracing wilder delights, the senseless joy and passion that pulls you both deeper. There's nothing that you can do to fight this, but you want it all, craving the senseless passion of embracing this mess. "Can you?"

"Are you asking me like that's a hard choice to make?" you gasp. Your body surrenders and shudders through mad joy. The persistent, fiery delight keeps you drunk on ecstasy, keeps you falling deeper, and nothing about this can be helped. You just want it, just crave the possibilities that urge you to give in. There is so much pleasure and fire and joy that you need ever more of. This is so completely senseless and fiery that you just have to roll with it, ahve to see where it goes. Yoko has been moving with purpose and intent and a fiery desire to give in completely, and she deserves to have you giving in to this too.

So your hips begin to move. You work with her against all her insistences that you relax. There's no time to relax. The haste and greed and dizzy vigor of your hips keep her giving in harder, a deepening flare of passion and excitement to fully lose herself to. All you can do is accept that you're madly beholden to this, fucking her harder, letting the steady bounce of her tits and the utterly senseless passions push you to a weirder frontier of pure joy. There's no fighting it, no restraint, just searing satisfaction, just the welcome sense of a pleasure that has you ready to give fully in to this madness. There's no reason to behave or contain yourself now; it's just happening, and you feel like you can't possibly handle any more.

You give in, groaning out in a rush of noise and fire and hunger as you cum into her pussy, filling Yoko up with your cum and setting her off in turn for a powerful, ferocious rush of orgasmic fire that makes everything feel too mad to help. You can't fight it, can't resist these passions. You welcome the chance to fall apart and be ruined by all of it, savouring the senseless joy of losing yourself. Her pussy wrings every drop she can out of you, the heaving of your bodies coming to be something so passionate and mad that you fear you might lose control and kiss her.

Only for Yoko to push forward and kiss you.

The desperation behind her kiss isn't lost on you at all. Her fingers tighten against your body and the burning want that absolutely can't be helped. But you melt into it, meeting the affection, kissing her back and letting Yoko's dizzy pressures take you. Your fingers squeeze tighter against her in turn. Whatever this is, whatever you're doing, it's something you're ready for, and you absolutely can't resist now what it grants you.

When she pulls away, you both gasp, "Wow," for what are probably very different reasons. Yoko's hold on you shifts, hands slipping forward to wrap around you patiently while she pulls herself in against you.

She starts, "I..." only to drift off. Her eyes close and she takers a moment to breathe and gather herself before going again. "I haven't felt like this in a long time. I didn't think I was even going to feel it again, after..." She stops again, but this time she gathers herself by pushing forward to kiss you. "I think I'm falling for you," she said. "And if this hasn't run you off yet, then I think I want to do more than just take a bath with you."

You don't know what to say, but you decide that if action works so well for Yoko, it'll probably work for you, too. Instead of answering her with words, you just pull her into a kiss and began to rock upward from below, ready to give in to whatever you need to do to prove yourself now to her.