Neighborhood Orgy - Chapter 32

"I’m Mizumoto. Here is my business card. If you ever run into any trouble, anything at all, please contact me."

The woman to my right had handed me her card. This woman in the business suit, who called herself Mizumoto, stood up and left immediately, but the shape of her hips as she walked away was stunning. Looking closely, though her jacket hid them, her breasts seemed large too. Her chestnut-colored, voluminous hair—the kind you’d see on a sultry, mature "femme fatale"—rested lightly on her shoulders. It was a wonderful look.

Haa... it’s no use. Just like yesterday at school, my fantasies won't stop.

"Lawyer Mizumoto," I suppose. For someone like me, who feels like he entered a permanent "mating season" starting yesterday, it’s impossible not to imagine a sophisticated, sharp woman like her being ravished. Besides, "Mizumoto" is the name of one of my favorite actresses from those lewd videos, and her facial features are somewhat similar.

Actually, ever since yesterday morning when I couldn't restrain myself and had my first experience by attacking Mayumi-san, every woman who enters my sight becomes a target for sexual fantasy. I feel like I’ve caught a disease where I mistake everyone for an AV actress.

As I sipped my cooling tea, I couldn't stop imagining: What if Lawyer Mizumoto, in that suit, knelt between my legs and told me she’d lick me? If that beautiful face of hers were smeared and dirtied with my—and many other men's—semen, I’m sure I’d be incredibly aroused.

My favorite scenario would be... let’s see... she’s being threatened by men in her office. They tell her, "Show us how you do it yourself." She rubs her breasts through her suit, hitches up her skirt, and rubs her crotch, her face twisting in an expression of agony. But they won't let her off. "Come on, take your tits out," they command.

Reluctantly, she takes off her jacket and unbuttons her blouse. Beneath it appears a beautiful lace bra—let’s say, purple. The swell of her large breasts, which wasn't obvious with the jacket on, is revealed as the men peer in.

"Come on, get them out." Spoken to roughly, she hesitatingly reaches into her bra and pulls out her breasts, left then right. The heavy weight of her bust rests atop the purple lace, revealing large areolas and dark nipples.

The men take turns sucking on them until her nipples are erect... No, wait. Stop. I'm getting an erection.

Haa... I bet Lawyer Mizumoto’s private sex life is incredibly intense. I was trying my best to calm the swelling in my crotch by drinking my tea when I was interrupted by the woman to my left.

"Um, could you take a photo for us?"

Even her voice was adorable. I looked over and saw two women on the sofa and one in a chair opposite them. All three were wearing clothes that were quite revealing for winter—what you’d call the "Instagrammer" look. They were beautiful, which was fine, but my eyes were drawn to one thing: why were all three of their nipples clearly visible through their clothes?

Uh... are they not wearing underwear?

I know some people are like that overseas, and I once saw a group of women protesting topless on a summer trip, so I wondered if they had some kind of firm belief. Feeling flustered, I took their phone and snapped a photo of the three of them smiling.

The image in the phone—revealing clothes, clear nipples... dammit, I’m going to start fantasizing about these three, too. There were champagne glasses on their table. Their faces were slightly flushed; they must have been drinking quite a bit.

"Thanks!"

The woman sitting next to me—wearing a red off-the-shoulder dress (or was it a one-piece?)—thanked me.

"Hey, can I ask you something?"

"Yes?"

"Are you going to that old lady's room?"

I blinked, confused. The woman in the black suit sitting further down spoke up.

"She wrote her room number on the back of that business card she gave you, didn't she? That means 'come to my room later'."

Wait... so if I go to that room, I can actually do all those things I was imagining? No, no, I shouldn't. I need to go home without doing anything else.

Then, the woman sitting opposite me in the white dress—which also had very little fabric and a staggering amount of cleavage—moved to the seat right in front of me.

"Are you free after this?"

The three of them seemed to exchange a meaningful look. Between my lingering fantasies about Lawyer Mizumoto and these three in their over-exposed outfits, things were becoming "dangerous" downstairs. I stood up and said, "I'm going to the restroom."

"Me too," said the woman in the red dress, standing up with me.

For some reason, we walked out of the restaurant side-by-side, crossed the lobby, and headed toward the restrooms in the back. I was so nervous. I stole a glance at her—she was about 10cm shorter than me—and sure enough, I could see right inside her dress. She was definitely braless.

"What's wrong? Your face is bright red," she said. Before I could think of an answer, she suddenly grabbed my hand and dragged me into the multi-purpose/handicap restroom located between the men's and women's rooms.

Wait, not this pattern again! I tried to shake my arm free to escape, but she stumbled and landed on her backside.

"I'm sorry! Are you okay?"

I reached out to help her up, but she pulled me toward her. "You're so rough~" she pouted. "Make it up to me." She hugged me tight.

No, this is bad. I just got scolded by Ms. Aso.

And yet, my crotch was swelling even more than before, and she didn't miss it. "Look at that... it’s so hard. Let me lick it for you."

She pulled down my pants and began to lick me.

"Hey, record a video on my phone."

"Eh? Why?"

"We actually came here to film a 'picking up guys' adult video."

"You're... AV actresses?"

"That's right. And you're our first subject. So, record me working hard on this thick rod... and then record me getting pounded, okay?"

"Isn't that a bit risky?"

"It’s fine! Your face won't be in it. And besides... you're a middle schooler, right? We can't use anything but your dick anyway."

She worked her tongue, mouth, and hands with incredible intensity, devouring my cock. Maybe it was the fact that I was filming it, but I finally lost control. With my free hand, I grabbed her head and shoved it deep into her throat.

Haaaaa... hick... iiiii!

She made a wet, gagging sound. When I pulled out, she coughed and sputtered. I started to apologize, but she said, "Stop... that felt like I was being ravished, it made me so horny. Put it in from behind." She leaned against the wall and thrust her hips out.

I knew I should stop, but I couldn't resist my instincts. I slid my cock along the crack of her buttocks, and it slipped into her pussy with ease.

She's a bit loose... I was shocked at myself for having enough "experience" from the last two days to even make that distinction. She was loose, but the inside was warm and felt great. Gripping her waist with one hand, I thrust into her while continuing to film.

She let out moans of "Ah! Ah! Ah!"

"It’s so good... it’s so thick... it’s rubbing deep inside, it feels amazing! Haa... it’s been so long since I’ve had a 'winning' dick! Ravish me, ravish Mao! Ahn... being ravished in a toilet really is the best. I feel like a 'Public Convenience'."

Public Convenience? A "Toilet Woman"? I wondered why she said "really." Thinking about how this woman, Mao, had probably done this many times before as a "meat-toilet" made me feel a strange, twisted sensation. A dark urge to finish inside her and make her my slave began to well up.

I wanted to make this Mao a slave... I wanted to see her right in front of me, like in those "Public Toilet" videos, being ravished until the semen overflowed from her pussy.

Ahhh... no. I just had so much sex in that room upstairs that I passed out, and yet my body still won't stop craving women. Is it because I'm filming?

"Ahhh... I'm cumming! Hey, you cum too! Shoot it into my uterus!"

"I'm shooting!"

It felt a bit silly to say, but I felt like I was getting "used" to sex. Look, if I hit it like this, and move like that, it feels like this... "Ahhh, I'm going!" I declared, and ejaculated.

In sync with the pulsing of my cock, Mao’s body twitched and spasmed. When I pulled out, she sat dizzily on the toilet and wiped her crotch with toilet paper.

"That was incredible. Are you still filming?"

I said yes, and she acted embarrassed, so I handed her the phone. I straightened my clothes and opened the door—only to find Ms. Aso standing there, arms crossed like a guardian deity.

Yep. I'm definitely getting scolded again.

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