The Affection Multiplier - Chapter 172: Play the sick patient. (Patreon)

“Please lay down on the bed, sir.” She says, playing with the neckline of her coat to tease you with a bit of cleavage.

You do as instructed, but you still think it looks a little ridiculous with your cock standing like a proud flagpole. Fujiwara-san chuckles, but continues.

“Now, tell me where it hurts.” She says, looking over you at the side of the bed.

Just saying your dick hurts would be too boring, though it is true to some extent. It’s so hard it hurts a bit. But no, you want to play a little bit, and you think Fujiwara-san does, too.

“My shoulders have been killing me this past week, miss.” You tell her, feigning discomfort.

“Oh, you poor thing. Let me apply the proper treatment.” She smiles and gets on top of you, straddling your lap and intentionally ignoring your erection.

“What’s the proper treatment?” You ask.

“I’m going to kiss it better, of course!” She grins and bends down. Her stomach presses your dick against you, but neither of you comment on it. Instead, you focus on her as she starts planting soft, sexy kisses on your right and left shoulders as she also runs her hands through your arms. Her chest presses against yours, and it’s difficult to resist the temptation to just get her clothes off and fuck her right now. But you can’t deny that this is getting fun.

“You know, my neck has also been feeling really stiff recently.” You say.

“Let me take care of it, too.” She kisses your neck and lets her tongue run through its length. She gently rubs her body over yours, but she’s obviously enthusiastic about it. You relax, knowing that she’s letting herself enjoy something she deprived herself of for so long.

“Remember to tell me everywhere it hurts, okay?” She whispers in your ear.

Fine. Enough playing around.

“You know, truth is that my penis has been in pain for a long time. Can you do anything to make it feel better?”

Fujiwara-san’s eyes widen playfully as she covers her mind. “Oh my! That just won’t do!” She gasps. “That sounds urgent. I’ll have to apply special treatment.” She nods to herself. “Yes. Please stay still, mister.”

She sits up and raises her hips. You swallow when you see her move her panties to the side. She takes your cock in her hand and guides the tip to her slit. She rubs the head against her pussy, and you both shudder at first contact. Then, Fujiwara-san smiles mischievously.

She pushes your cock back down and sits on top of it, her pussy touching it directly yet not inside. She starts rocking her hips ,rubbing your genitals together. It seems she’s up for playing a little longer.

She starts moaning and breathing heavily. You find yourself trying to match her movements. Her juices coat every inch of your dick, making it even easier to rub against each other.

“Are you feeling better, mister?” She asks in-between softs gasps.

“Yes… it’s helping. But I can still feel the pain.” You feign a grimace.

“Oh no. Then I’ll have to administer stronger medicine.” She grins and licks her lips, betraying the tone of urgency she was going for.

She lifts herself up again and guides your cock to her entrance again. This time, however, she starts to slowly lowering herself on it, the tip gently penetrating her. You both moan, every inch sending waves of even more intense pleasure through your bodies. You let your hands rest on Fujiwara-san’s thighs, resisting the urge to push her down on your cock. Watching your dick opening her pussy wide as she impales herself on you is too much of a glorious sight to let it end so quickly.

“Oh God…!” Fujiwara-san gasps, looking down at the spot your bodies connect. “You’re still not fully inside.” She says with an excited smile. She moans louder as she sinks on you, eventually being fully seated.

You watch her suddenly shut her eyes and bite her lip as her body trembles slightly, her tight pussy contracting around you. She opens her eyes and gives you a small, sheepish smile.

“…I came a little.” She admits.

She breaths deeply, then undoes the first three buttons of her coat, letting her breast free of their oppression. Her nipples are hard and only slightly darker than the color of her skin. You’re about to reach out to them, but Fujiwara-san bends down again, letting them press directly on your chest.

With her face close to yours, she whispers. “Let’s feel good together, okay? I want to get to know this side of you, too.” She presses her lips against yours, and you push your tongue inside her mouth.

Your hands grab her modest, but shapely bubble ass and give it a hard squeeze, earning you eager moans from her. She has a really sexy voice, and you want to hear her screaming for more.

She starts rocking her hips, and your cock grinds inside her. You can feel her walls eagerly welcome you, embracing you as if saying they’d waited enough. Meanwhile, Fujiwara-san kisses you with wild abandon, her hands running through your hair as she devours your mouth. She’s letting all her passions run wild, and you want to believe you can feel how liberating it is for her.

Of course, you have your own share of sexual frustration to work through, so you reciprocate. You start thrusting from below with enough strength to lift Fujiwara-san’s hips with you. She lets out a surprised yelp, but doesn’t stop any of her movements.

“Yes…!” She moans into your mouth. She lets her hips hover above you, giving you space to move. “Fuck me faster! I need more!”

Not one to deny a girl a request like that, you comply. You thrust harder and faster inside her as your tongues still embrace. The sound of her muffled moans combined with the loud sounds of slapping flesh add to your arousal. The feeling of her soft skin on your hands and rubbing against your body is amazing, and her tongue is still eager to show you how much she’s enjoying this as well.

You feel yourself quickly building up to your orgasm and with that you realize you didn’t even think about contraception. Shit, you’re so used to doing it without thinking about it that you completely forgot!

“F-Fujiwara-san..! I’m gonna come soon…” You tell her.

“Do it inside me…!” She answers, much to your surprise. Her breathing is ragged and she keep moaning but still elaborates as she kisses you cheek. “I got an implant three years ago. It still works.”

That’s all you need to hear. You resume your thrusting with renewed strength and let yourself go at the same time your lover screams her climax. You fill her pussy with your cum, and Fujiwara-san goes limp on top of you.

You stay inside her for a while and kiss her collarbone and neck. Coming down from her orgasm, she plants several soft kisses on your cheeks before saying something.

“Can I ask you something?” She says tiredly.

“Sure.”

“Can we stop calling each other by surname?”

“You want me to call you Anzu-san from now on?” You ask, feeling happy about the request.

“Drop the honorifics, too.” She smiles. “To you, I don’t want to be Ms. Fujiwara or Anzu-san. I just want to be Anzu. I want to be able to be myself with you, no barriers.”

You mirror her smile. “I’ve always been myself with you, but can drop the honorifics if you want, too. I’ve never been comfortable with them, anyway.”

“Thank you… David.” 

“You’re welcome, Anzu.” 

She giggles and kisses you. This time it’s soft and would almost be innocent if not for your dick still being inside her and your cum leaking down her thigh.

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The bathtub would be big enough for three people, but Anzu says most love hotels don’t allow for more than two people entering a room together, which is a damn shame. Still, right now it’s serving you well.

The bathroom is pink and white too, shockingly. And although there’s more than enough space in the tub, you and Anzu far prefer to stick closely. You’re sitting with your back against one of the edges, the warm water just below your shoulders, as you hold your new lover from behind. Your cock is between her thighs and she gives you a slow, relaxing handjob and rubbing it against her pussy every so often as you massage her tits. She’s relaxed, too, leaning back against your chest as you both attend to the other.

“Do you like me playing with your nipples?” You ask her.

“Yes. I like it a lot.” She sighs contently. “You have really nice hands.” She chuckles.

“That’s my line. Is this a nurse’s touch?”

“Sure, why not? Though I’ve met really rough nurses that are not very popular amongst their patients.”

“I can imagine.” You chuckle and pinch her hardened nipples just enough to feel her shudder against you.

“Do you… spend a lot of time like this with the others?” She asks. You can tell she’s trying to get over her hesitance. She admitted she feels safe with you, but you guess it’s hard to get rid of years of insecurities in just a few hours.

“We do.” You admit. “I’m not sure who likes it more, but if we have the time, we like to just stay like this in bed, exploring each other’s bodies. Emily is surprisingly up to being groped at any time, while Megan actually likes to do the groping herself." You chuckle. “They make a good pair.”

“W-Who would you say has the most sensitive breasts?” She asks.

Mmm. That takes you a minute. “I’d say Sophia, but she’s also sensitive in general.”

“I see…” You can feel her handjob getting a little faster. “Sorry to jump from topic to topic, but there’s a lot of things I want to ask.”

“Ask away.”

“Have you ever done anal?”

“…No, not yet. Emma wants to try, and we’ve played a little. We’re just scared that I might hurt her, and by ‘we’ I mean me in particular.” You admit. “But I think we’re ready. Have you done it before?”

“…By myself, yes. With toys.” She admits. “I was actually thinking of asking if you’d be up for it.”

“…” You’re conflicted, but it doesn’t take you long to know what your answer is. “I would, but not now. I’m sorry, but I’d feel bad if I did it with you before Emma.”

“Yes, I understand.” She nods and smiles back at you. “I can be patient.”

“Thank you.” You tell her and kiss her neck.

She moans says, “Oh, right. About the implant I mentioned…”

“Oh yeah. Did you mean one of those you put in your arm?”

“Yes, it’s a sort of plastic rod that goes under the skin. It lasts about three years, and by my calculations, it should still last about two more months. I’ll replace it soon.”

You nod.

“So, knowing that…” She grins. “Do you mind if I put it in like this?”

“Go ahead.” You smile eagerly.

Anzu lifts herself and guides your cock inside her. The warm water makes it feel a little odd, but not unpleasant. She bounces on you slowly, both for you two enjoy the connection and to not make the water splash everywhere. 

You keep one of your hands on her tits while the other travels down to her clit. You rub her swollen nub to add to the intensity, and she moans appreciatively. Soon, you have your new lover coming on top of you again. You watch her shapely butt jiggle as her body trembles, but this time she manages to suppress her scream.

She leans back against you and sinks a bit in the tub, her head resting on your chest as she looks into your eyes.

“You didn’t come?”

“Nope.” You grin confidently.

“Hehe. I guess that’s to be expected of a man who can satisfy five women.”

“Correction. Six women.” You say and lean down to kiss her. “And tonight you have me all to yourself.”

“I’ll make it count, then.” She grins.

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