[Episode 95852] [Episode 95852]Daisuke could only stare wordlessly at the incredibly buxom woman before him, beads of water mingling with the lather already flowing down her naked body. She smiled at him and stretched a bit, providing him with an even better view of her chest (if that were even possible), and he took a moment to say a silent word of thanks to his mysterious long-lost uncle. He'd never been much of a Slayers fan, but boy howdy, was he willing to change his mind now!
Except...
"Uh... excuse us for a minute," he said, grabbing Hiroshi by the arm. "You... go ahead and... rinse, whatever it is you're doing."
"Whatever you say, Daisuke-sama," Naga purred.
Heedless of the water dripping from their clothes, Daisuke pulled his friend back into the office proper. Rather than protest this rough treatment, Hiroshi took a deep and cleansing breath. "...wow."
"No kidding," Daisuke agreed. "Even ignoring this whole 'magic salon' business... man, if I'd known I'd be getting my own love slave today, I'd have woken up earlier."
"And you're man enough to share, right, old buddy? Old pal?"
"Don't worry, Hiro. I don't mind if she doesn't mind. It's just..."
"What?"
Daisuke stared at the nude woman, who had apparently discovered that the showerhead was detachable, and was moaning loudly with the water spray aimed square between her legs. "...well... look at her!"
Hiroshi did so, and had trouble looking away. "...I see what you mean."
"I'm afraid, Hiroshi. I'm afraid in ways I cannot put into words."
"Well... look at it this way. There's no way in hell you could really be this lucky, so this whole thing has to be a dream. Just go with it."
Daisuke looked askance at him. "...that's a pretty flimsy arguement, you know."
"C'mon, work with me here, Daisuke." Hiroshi looked at Naga just as the shower brought her to a thunderous climax. "How many chances like this am I gonna get?"
"Quite a few, if this isn't a dream..." Daisuke hesitated, then sighed. "All right, all right. Say, Naga?"
In a flash she was there, standing before them in all her glory and gently dripping on the carpet. "You called, master?"
He swallowed. "Um... that is... uh..."
With heavy-lidded eyes, Naga smiled at him and touched his lips with one finger. "Shhh. You don't have to say it. I know what you want." She leaned forward and kissed him deeply, unashamedly pressing her naked bosom against his chest. Long seconds passed like hours for Daisuke, as the realization of what exactly he was in contact with ran through his body, but before long he began to relax and enjoy the experience.
Eventually Naga broke the kiss, and stared into his eyes with smouldering approval. "Very good, Daisuke-sama. And I'm sure it'll only get better. Now, let's get you out of these wet things..." She began to undress him, letting his clothes drop carelessly onto the carpet, then looked over her shoulder. "You too, young man. And don't be bashful - if you see anything you like, don't hesitate. There's more than enough of me to go around!"
"Yes, ma'am." Hiroshi quickly divested himself of his clothes, then turned back to find Naga and Daisuke engaged in a full-body-contact liplock - a nice trick, since she was considerably taller than he, and her mountainous breasts served as a natural barrier between them. Emboldened by her invitation, Hiroshi stepped behind her and, with only a slight hesitation, put his hands on her shoulders and let them slide all the way down to her perfectly-formed buttocks. She moaned into Daisuke's mouth, then lifted her head.
"Hmmm... you like my ass, do you?"
"Yes, ma'am."
As Daisuke raised his hands to massage her tits, Naga reached behind her and guided Hiroshi's hand lower and further in; his eyes grew wide as he came into first contact with her tender flesh. "And do you like this?"
Rather than answer, he began to stroke between her legs, his fingers sliding along the length of her pussy. She gasped and ground against him, her motions doing odd but enjoyable things to the huge globes in Daisuke's grasp. "Am... am I...?" he stammered, still uncertain.
"You're doing wonderful," she panted, reaching down to take hold of his iron-hard cock. She stroked his manhood with a bit more passion than he expected, but soon settled into a quick rhythym. "And don't hold back, Daisuke-sama. I'll do anything you ask me to do." She stared into his eyes, gently massaging his balls with her free hand. "Anything." He swallowed.
Behind her, Hiroshi knelt on the floor and, steeling himself, let his tongue slowly slide along the length of her slit. Naga let out a shuddering cry and her squirming increased. "Yes! Oh, yes... just like that!" With renewed confidence, he continued his assault, driving his tongue along her folds and into the hot dampness of her pussy. Her manipulations of Daisuke's shaft increased in tempo as her arousal climbed, and he moved his hands from her breasts to her shoulders.
"Oh, God... I'm gonna..."
She looked up sharply, then gradually eased her efforts. He teetered on the brink for a long moment... then eased away from the edge. "Oh, no, Daisuke-sama," Naga said with a throaty laugh, still gently masturbating him. "For our first time, I won't accept anything less than the best. Come along." She stepped away from Hiroshi and pulled him to his feet, then led the pair back to the larger desk. "A good old-fashioned table-ender," she said with a giggle, lying face-down on the oak surface so that her breasts hung pendulously downward. "All right, Hiroshi, you come over here... yes, and master, you take your rightful place at the desk."
The two friends took their places as instructed, and Daisuke was treated to a mesmerizing view of her creamy white ass and the dark-furred treasure below. "Now, boys," the 'slave' commanded, "fuck me, and fuck me hard!"
Daisuke hesitated only briefly before taking hold of his shaft and aiming it between her legs. He pushed forward, and the head encountered a certain tightness...
"Not there," she corrected him, even as she stroked Hiroshi's cock. "Not that I mind - far from it - but we'll save that for later... Go lower. A bit more... ah! AHHHHH! Yesssss, you've got it..." She quickly lowered her head to the shaft before her, sucking it into her mouth with sudden passion.
Now firmly lodged within her, Daisuke took hold of Naga's hips and began to thrust into her pussy. With the faint shred of rational thought remaining to him, he reflected on how tight she was around him; not that he was any expert in the field, of course, but the secretary was built to such large specifications everywhere else that he'd unconsciously expected her to be loose there, as well. Then even that brief thought left him, and he lost himself in the moment, his cock becoming greased with her fluids as it slid in and out of her sex.
At the other end, Hiroshi had reflexively taken hold of Naga's head for support as she treated him to an expert blowjob, one that was completely rewriting all his expectations on that matter. "Yeah," he gasped, "oh, god, yeah..." His cock plunged deep into her mouth, the tip brushing against her throat before slipping back along the length of her tongue, and all the while a fierce suction enhanced the sensations even further.
Already primed from Naga's handjob, Daisuke climbed all too quickly toward the point of no return; as another orgasm rippled through Naga's body, causing her pussy to clamp down on his flesh, that point was quickly crossed. "Uhhh... here it comes...!"
She lifted her head. "Do it! Cum in me, fill me up!"
As she returned her attention to Hiroshi's cock, grabbing his ass and pulling him roughly against her, Daisuke continued to thrust into her, his hands gripping her waist as though it was his only connection to the world. He cried out in pleasure, then gasped as he began to climax, sending jets of seed into her eager, shuddering pussy. He continued to thrust even as the final spasms rocked through him, then gradually slowed, standing there in a daze with his softening cock still lodged deep within her.
A few moments later, Hiroshi reached his own climax, urged on by the voracious mouth of the White Serpent. He ran his fingers through her hair as she pulled him against her, then groaned loudly as his balls emptied their load and he filled her mouth with semen. She gratefully swallowed every drop, moaning in obvious pleasure as though he'd done her a great service by deigning to cum in her mouth.
A long, somewhat awkward silence passed, then Naga lifted her head, wiped her mouth, then looked over her shoulder at the still-panting young man behind her. "Welcome to the salon, Daisuke-sama. I know you're going to like it here..."
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