Mr. Wei leaned back in his creaky leather chair behind the cluttered desk of the volleyball team’s advisor office, the faint hum of the fluorescent lights overhead mixing with the distant echo of sneakers squeaking on the gym floor below. The air hung thick with the musky scent of old sweat and cheap coffee, his thick fingers drumming impatiently on his thigh as his dark eyes flicked toward the door every few seconds. His beer belly strained against the buttons of his half-unbuttoned shirt, and already his thick six-inch cock twitched in his pants at the thought of what was coming. The clock on the wall ticked past seven, and then the handle turned with a soft click.

Kira Miller pushed the door open and stepped inside, her short black hair parted neatly under those large frameless glasses, her porcelain skin glowing under the harsh lights. She wore her usual sportswear—tight black athletic shorts hugging her thick, athletic thighs and a cropped tank top that barely contained her heavy DD breasts, the fabric damp with a light sheen of sweat from her earlier drills. Her toned six-pack abs peeked out with each breath, her 170cm frame radiating that cool, prince-like confidence even as her eyes darted to meet his. “You wanted to see me, Mr. Wei?” she asked, voice low and steady, but there was a flicker of something hotter beneath it.

Without another word, she locked the door behind her and began to move. Her hands slid slowly up her sides, peeling the tank top upward in a deliberate striptease, the material catching on the swell of her tits before she tugged it free and tossed it aside. Her large breasts bounced free, nipples already stiff, and she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts next, shimmying them down those powerful thighs inch by inch until they pooled at her feet. Standing there in nothing but the revealed lingerie, she let him drink it in—the black lace bra that framed her tits but left the nipples completely exposed through tiny cutouts, the matching panties that were little more than strings and sheer panels, the crotch split open to bare her smooth, puffy pussy lips and the tight pink slit between them. Lace gloves covered her hands to the elbows, garter belts snapped against lace stockings, and black heels clicked softly as she shifted her weight, every curve of her developed muscles on display.

Mr. Wei’s breath hitched, his cock hardening fully now, straining against his zipper as he watched her perfect body on full lewd display. “Fuck, look at you,” he growled, leaning forward, his dad-bod frame creaking the chair. “Did you ever wear this kind of outfit for Jane? That sweet little girlfriend of yours, parading around like the perfect lesbian couple everyone admires?” He taunted her with a smirk, eyes tracing the way the lace stockings clung to her thighs and the garters framed her exposed cunt. Kira’s cheeks flushed faintly under her cool demeanor, but she shook her head, short hair swaying. “No,” she admitted, voice husky, “I haven’t. Never for her.”

He stood up then, crossing the small space between them, his dark skin contrasting against her porcelain as his rough hands reached out to cup her exposed tits, thumbs brushing over the stiff nipples poking through the lace. Kira’s breath caught, her athletic body trembling slightly as he pinched and rolled the sensitive buds, sending sparks straight to her already glistening pussy. The split in her panties left her cunt fully vulnerable, and he slid one thick finger along her slit without warning, parting the wet folds and feeling the slick heat of her arousal coating his skin. “So wet already, prince,” he muttered, pushing the finger deeper, knuckle by knuckle, into her tight hole while his other hand groped the heavy weight of her DD breasts, squeezing until the flesh spilled over his palm. Kira moaned low in her throat, hips twitching forward to grind against his invading digit, the lace gloves making her hands look even more obscene as they gripped his shoulders for balance.

Mr. Wei worked his finger in slow, deliberate thrusts, curling it to stroke her inner walls while his thumb circled her swollen clit, the wet sounds of her cunt filling the room with every push. He added a second finger, stretching her pussy wider, feeling it clench greedily around the intrusion as her juices dripped down his hand and onto the garter straps. Kira’s toned abs flexed visibly with each breath, her thick thighs quivering in the lace stockings as she spread her legs wider in those heels, inviting more. “Tell me how it feels,” he demanded, pumping faster now, the heel of his palm slapping lightly against her exposed mound with every thrust. Her large breasts heaved, nipples rubbing against the lace edges of the bra with every movement, and she gasped out, “It feels... full, Mr. Wei. Stretching me open... fuck, deeper.” He obliged, driving his fingers in to the hilt, twisting them to grind against that spongy spot inside her while his free hand dropped to free his own thick cock, the dark length throbbing in the air as precum beaded at the tip.

Mr. Wei withdrew his slick fingers with a wet pop, strings of her arousal stretching between them as he gripped her hips and shoved her backward onto the narrow bed shoved against the office wall. The frame creaked under her athletic weight, her thick thighs spreading wide in the lace stockings and garters that framed her dripping cunt perfectly. He kept every scrap of that lewd lingerie exactly where it was—the cutout bra still pushing her heavy DD tits up and out, nipples stiff and exposed, the split-crotch panties leaving her smooth pussy lips completely bare and glistening, the garter straps biting into her toned flesh. Her lace gloves and heels stayed on too, clicking against the mattress as she settled back on her elbows, short black hair tousled and those frameless glasses slightly askew on her porcelain face.

He turned toward the desk drawer, fumbling for the box of condoms he kept stashed there, but Kira’s gloved hand shot out and snatched it first. With a defiant flick of her wrist she hurled the box across the room, where it skittered under a filing cabinet and out of reach. “No,” she breathed, voice husky but steady in that cool prince-like tone, “I don’t want those. I want you to breed me, Mr. Wei. Fill me up raw.” Her exposed cunt clenched visibly at the words, a fresh bead of slick rolling down toward her tight asshole.

A low growl rumbled from his chest as he stepped between her spread legs, his thick six-inch cock bobbing heavy and dark against her pale skin. He gripped the base and dragged the fat head slowly up and down her slit, coating himself in her wetness, teasing her swollen clit with every pass. “You sure about that, prince?” he taunted, pressing just the tip against her entrance without pushing in. “Want this old man’s cum pumping straight into that virgin cunt?” Kira’s toned abs flexed as she nodded, hips tilting greedily, but he held back, inching forward with agonizing slowness. The broad head stretched her tight hole wider and wider, her puffy lips parting obscenely around him until the crown popped inside. She gasped sharply when he met the thin barrier of her hymen; he paused, then thrust harder, feeling it tear as he sank another inch into her untouched heat. Kira’s back arched, a strangled moan tearing from her throat, her large breasts heaving in the constraining lace as blood-tinged slick coated his shaft.

“Fuck, it’s your first time,” Mr. Wei grunted, sinking deeper with deliberate, grinding thrusts that stretched her inner walls inch by fat inch. Her pussy clenched and fluttered around the intrusion, gripping him like a velvet fist as he bottomed out, balls resting against her ass. “Never let that girlfriend of yours touch you here, did you? Jane thinks you’re the big strong top, but look at you now—spread open on my cock like a desperate little breeding slut.” He rolled his hips in a slow circle, grinding against her cervix while his hands mauled her tits through the cutouts, pinching the stiff nipples hard enough to make her yelp. Kira’s lace-gloved fingers clawed at his shoulders, her thick thighs trembling in the stockings as she adjusted to the fullness, the sting of her broken hymen fading into a deep, throbbing ache that made her cunt gush around him.

He started to move then, pulling back until just the head remained inside before driving forward again in long, measured strokes that let her feel every vein and ridge of his thick shaft. The wet squelch of her stretched pussy filled the room with each thrust, her juices and the faint metallic scent of her virginity mixing with the musk of sweat already beading on his beer belly. “Tell me how it feels to get fucked for the first time,” he demanded, picking up the rhythm just enough to make her heavy tits bounce. “Admit it—you were never really the top with Jane. You’ve been waiting for a real cock to put you in your place, to breed this athletic little body until you’re dripping with cum.”

Kira’s cool facade cracked further with every deep plunge, her voice breaking into breathy moans as she gasped out, “It’s… the first time anyone’s ever fucked me. Never let Jane… or anyone… inside. Oh god, it’s so thick—” Her words dissolved into a sharp cry when he angled upward, battering that spongy spot inside her with each thrust. He kept the pace torturously slow, savoring the way her virgin cunt rippled and sucked at him, the garter straps snapping against her skin with every impact of his hips. Precum leaked steadily from his tip, mixing with her slick and easing the glide as he sank to the hilt again and again, his balls slapping wetly against her exposed ass while he taunted her between grunts. “That’s right, prince. Used to strut around like you owned the team, now you’re just a hole for my fat old dick to pump full of cum. Gonna breed you so deep you’ll feel it for days.” Her moans grew louder, body rocking under his steady pounding, every inch of the lingerie still perfectly in place as he claimed her.

Her moans grew louder, body rocking under his steady pounding, every inch of the lingerie still perfectly in place as he claimed her. Mr. Wei growled low in his throat and shifted his weight, planting his hands on either side of her head to pin her shoulders flat against the narrow mattress. His beer belly pressed down onto her toned abs, trapping her athletic frame beneath his heavier dad-bod bulk while his thick cock stayed buried to the root inside her freshly deflowered cunt. He leaned in close, dark skin glistening with sweat, and dragged his tongue along the side of her neck before sinking his teeth into the pale porcelain flesh just below her jaw. Kira gasped sharply, the sting blooming into heat as he sucked hard enough to leave a dark purple mark, then moved lower to bite and claim another spot along her collarbone, marking her where the lace bra left skin exposed.

Her gloved hands clutched at his back, nails digging through his shirt as he ground his hips in deep, circular motions that stretched her virgin walls around every inch of his throbbing shaft. “That’s it, take it,” he muttered against her throat, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin while one rough hand slid up to grope her heavy DD tits through the cutout bra, fingers pinching and tugging the stiff nipples until she whimpered. He squeezed the soft flesh until it overflowed his palm, then switched to the other breast, mauling them both with greedy pressure that made her body jolt beneath him. Kira’s thick thighs trembled in the stockings, her heels digging into the mattress as he picked up the pace, slamming into her with harder, wetter thrusts that forced more of her slick to gush around his cock.

“Mr. Wei… oh fuck, it feels so good,” she panted, her cool prince-like voice cracking into raw need. Her pussy clenched greedily around him, the tight heat sucking at his length with every withdrawal and return. “I never… I thought I was a lesbian, but this cock… your cock is ruining me. I don’t want Jane anymore. I want you to breed me, fill my cunt until I’m dripping with your cum.” The words spilled out between moans as he claimed another hickey on her neck, his lips sucking and biting while his beer belly rubbed against her six-pack abs. He kissed her then, messy and deep, tongues sliding together as he plunged even harder, the fat head of his dick battering her cervix with each forceful stroke.

The bed creaked violently under their weight, his thick six-inch cock stretching her puffy pussy lips obscenely with every thrust. Precum and her virgin blood mixed into a creamy froth at the base of his shaft, coating his balls as they slapped wetly against her exposed ass. Kira’s large breasts bounced and jiggled with the force, nipples rubbing raw against the lace edges. She arched up into his groping hands, gasping into his mouth when he pinched both stiff peaks at once. “Deeper,” she begged, voice hoarse. “Fuck me harder, Mr. Wei—make me forget everything about her. I’m yours now.”

He obliged with a guttural groan, driving into her with long, punishing strokes that made her cunt squelch loudly. His free hand roamed lower, gripping one thick thigh and pushing it wider so he could sink even deeper, the angle letting his cock grind against that spongy spot inside her until her whole athletic body shook. Sweat slicked their skin where they pressed together, the musky scent of sex thickening the air. Kira’s frameless glasses fogged slightly as she stared up at him, short black hair damp against her forehead.

Then her arms wrapped around his neck, lace gloves pulling him down into another hungry kiss, and her powerful legs locked around his waist, ankles crossing behind his back to trap him. “Don’t pull out,” she whispered against his lips, voice trembling with desperate lust. “Stay inside me, breed this cunt raw. I’m your breeding slut now.” Her locked limbs held him flush against her, forcing every inch of his cock to stay buried as he rocked in short, grinding thrusts that kept him pressed to her cervix, her walls fluttering and pulsing around him in greedy anticipation of his load.

Her locked limbs held him flush against her, forcing every inch of his cock to stay buried as he rocked in short, grinding thrusts that kept him pressed to her cervix, her walls fluttering and pulsing around him in greedy anticipation of his load. Then the pace shifted. Mr. Wei’s hips snapped forward harder, the slow grind exploding into rapid, punishing pounds that drove his thick six-inch cock deeper into her stretched cunt with every brutal stroke. The bed slammed against the wall in rhythm with his thrusts, her athletic body jolting beneath his heavier frame as he fucked her straight into the mattress. Her gloved fingers dug into his back with renewed force, nails raking through his shirt while her powerful thighs squeezed tighter around his waist, heels locked hard behind him to keep him trapped inside her dripping hole.

“Fuck, Mr. Wei—breed me!” Kira cried out, her cool prince-like voice shattering into desperate, slutty moans as his cock hammered her virgin pussy without mercy. “Pound my lesbian cunt, fill it up, make me yours—I don’t want Jane, I only want your cock! Breed this pussy until I can’t think about anything but dick stretching me open!” Her words tumbled out between sharp gasps, each thrust forcing more slick and remnants of her broken hymen to squelch wetly around his shaft. Her thick thighs quivered in the lace stockings, garter straps pulling taut as she clung to him for dear life, her six-pack abs flexing wildly under the weight of his beer belly while her heavy DD tits bounced and slapped against his chest through the cutout bra.

He growled against her marked neck, his dark skin slick with sweat as he drove into her faster, the fat head of his cock battering her cervix with relentless force. Precum spurted steadily from his tip, mixing with her gushing arousal to create a thick, creamy froth that coated his balls and her exposed asshole with every wet slap. “That’s it, prince—beg for it,” he grunted, one hand gripping her hip hard enough to bruise while the other mauled her tits, fingers twisting her stiff nipples until she screamed. “Tell me how this old cock is turning your lesbian pussy into a cumdump. No more strutting for your girlfriend—now you’re just a hole getting bred raw.”

Kira’s short black hair stuck to her damp forehead, her frameless glasses slipping further as her head thrashed side to side. Her lace-gloved hands clutched his shoulders tighter, pulling him down until his mouth claimed hers again in a sloppy, tongue-fucking kiss that muffled her pleas. “Deeper—oh god, ruin my cunt! Breed my lesbian pussy, pump me full until I’m leaking your cum everywhere!” she babbled against his lips, her athletic body arching up to meet every savage thrust. Her pussy clenched and fluttered greedily around his throbbing length, the tight walls rippling with each withdrawal and punishing return, juices spraying out around his cock to soak the sheets beneath her ass.

Mr. Wei’s pace grew even more frenzied, his dad-bod bulk pinning her completely as he slammed her into the creaking bed. Sweat dripped from his dark skin onto her porcelain flesh, the musky scent of their fucking thickening the air along with the sharp sounds of skin slapping skin and her constant, broken moans. “Gonna flood this tight hole,” he snarled, teeth sinking into her shoulder as his cock swelled thicker inside her fluttering cunt. “Gonna breed you so deep you’ll feel it in your womb—forget Jane, forget everything but my dick owning this pussy.” Kira’s legs locked even harder around him, her gloved fingers raking down his back as she sobbed out more filthy pleas, her entire world narrowing to the relentless pounding of his cock stretching and claiming her.

Her moans rose into a continuous stream of desperate cries, body shaking violently under his assault while her exposed cunt sucked and spasmed around every inch. “Yes—fuck, breed me harder! Make my lesbian pussy yours, fill it with cum until I’m nothing but your breeding slut!” Her grip on him was ironclad now, legs and arms locked in place as if she’d die without his cock buried to the hilt, every nerve in her athletic frame focused on the throbbing heat pounding her deeper into the mattress.

Her grip on him was ironclad now, legs and arms locked in place as if she’d die without his cock buried to the hilt, every nerve in her athletic frame focused on the throbbing heat pounding her deeper into the mattress. Mr. Wei’s thrusts turned savage, his heavy dad-bod slamming down with brutal force as his thick six-inch cock swelled and pulsed inside her stretched virgin cunt, the fat head grinding mercilessly against her cervix. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum—gonna breed this tight lesbian pussy raw,” he snarled into her marked neck, his balls tightening as he drove in one last punishing thrust and exploded, thick ropes of hot cum erupting straight from his tip deep into her womb. Kira screamed, her entire body convulsing in a shattering orgasm, her pussy clamping down like a vice around his spurting cock, milking every drop as her juices sprayed out around his shaft in messy squirts that soaked his balls and the sheets beneath her ass. Her locked thighs and arms held him flush, refusing to let an inch escape while her athletic frame shook violently, heavy DD tits bouncing wildly in the cutout bra as wave after wave of pleasure ripped through her, her toned abs flexing hard under his beer belly with each powerful contraction of her cunt.

He kept pumping, grinding his hips in short, jerky motions to force every spurt of thick, creamy cum directly against her fertile depths, the wet, obscene squelching filling the room as her spasming walls sucked greedily at his throbbing length. Kira’s moans dissolved into broken sobs of ecstasy, her frameless glasses fogged and askew, short black hair plastered to her sweat-slicked forehead while her gloved hands clawed desperately at his back, pulling him even closer. “Yes—fill me, breed me full, Mr. Wei!” she wailed, her virgin pussy fluttering and gushing around him, the sensation of his hot seed flooding her making her orgasm crest higher until her vision blurred and her powerful legs trembled uncontrollably in the lace stockings. His dark cock pulsed again and again inside her, ropes of cum painting her inner walls white, some leaking out in thick rivulets to trickle down over her exposed asshole and soak the garter straps, the musky scent of their combined fluids heavy in the air.

Finally spent, Mr. Wei groaned and pulled back slowly, his softening cock sliding free with a wet, sucking pop that sent a final gush of mixed cum and her virgin slick pouring from her gaping cunt. Kira collapsed back onto the narrow bed, legs still spread wide in the garters and heels, her athletic body glistening with sweat as she lay there dazed and panting, the split-crotch panties framing her ruined pussy now oozing a massive, creamy load that pooled beneath her ass. Her large breasts heaved in the constraining lace, nipples raw and stiff, while her porcelain skin bore fresh bite marks and hickeys along her neck and collarbone. “Oh god… his cock… I love cock now,” she muttered in a slurred, addicted haze, her cool prince-like voice reduced to dreamy whispers, “never knew it could feel like that… filling me up so deep… want more, want to be bred every day…”

Mr. Wei stood over her, his dark skin shining with sweat, thick cock still twitching and coated in their mess as he caught his breath. He smirked down at her spread form, the way her six-pack abs glistened under the fluorescent lights, and taunted in a low growl, “Think those pretty abs Jane loves so much will still be there once I knock you up, prince? Gonna swell that athletic belly of yours with my kid—bet that tomboy body won’t look so tough then.” Kira’s eyes fluttered open behind her glasses, a fresh spark of lust cutting through the daze, and without hesitation she slid off the edge of the bed onto her knees on the floor, her thick thighs spreading slightly for balance as she leaned in.

Her lace-gloved hands reached up to cradle his heavy balls and the base of his cum-slick cock, guiding the semi-hard length to her lips in a slow, loving motion. She pressed a soft kiss to the head first, tasting their mingled fluids, then parted her mouth wide to take him inside with reverent hunger, her tongue swirling around the shaft as she began to suck him clean. “Mmm… I’m your girl now, Mr. Wei,” she murmured around his cock between wet, slurping pulls, her voice husky and devoted as she bobbed her head, taking more of him into her throat, “not Jane’s… never again. This cock owns me—my mouth, my cunt, everything. Breed me whenever you want, fill me up until I’m leaking your cum down my thighs at practice.” Her short black hair brushed against his thighs as she worked him deeper, saliva mixing with the thick load still dripping from her pussy onto the floor, her athletic frame kneeling submissively in the sweaty, disheveled lingerie while she affirmed her new devotion with every eager lick and swallow.

Her short black hair brushed against his thighs as she worked him deeper, saliva mixing with the thick load still dripping from her pussy onto the floor, her athletic frame kneeling submissively in the sweaty, disheveled lingerie while she affirmed her new devotion with every eager lick and swallow. Kira’s lace-gloved fingers stroked the base of his semi-hard cock with slow, worshipful twists, her tongue flattening against the underside to lap up every sticky trace of their combined fluids, the salty-bitter taste of his cum and her virgin blood making her moan around the thickening shaft. She hollowed her cheeks and sucked harder, taking him to the back of her throat with wet, gurgling sounds, her porcelain throat visibly bulging as she bobbed her head in long, greedy pulls that coated his dark length in fresh spit.

Mr. Wei’s beer belly heaved with a low grunt of approval as he reached for his discarded phone on the desk, thumb swiping it open without pulling his cock from her eager mouth. “Look at this, prince,” he rasped, angling the screen down so she could watch while still sucking. The video started with Jane’s athletic body sprawled on a similar bed, her shoulder-length blonde hair wild and her blue eyes glassy with lust, wearing nothing but a disheveled white babydoll lingerie set that had been yanked aside to bare her DD tits and dripping cunt. She was sandwiched between Mr. Wei and his friend Mr. Tom, both men dark-skinned and thick-cocked, one pounding into her pussy from below while the other slammed into her ass from behind, the wet slap of double penetration filling the audio as Jane screamed in ecstasy.

“That’s it, fuck my holes harder than Kira ever could!” Jane babbled in the video, her voice high and desperate as the two thick cocks stretched her open, her babydoll straps slipping off one shoulder while her tits bounced wildly. “These big dicks are so much better—Kira’s pathetic little fingers never filled me like this… oh god, ruin my lesbian cunt and ass, fill me up, I don’t need her anymore!” The camera shook with the force of their thrusts, Jane’s perfectly toned body convulsing as Mr. Tom gripped her hips and Mr. Wei mauled her tits, both men grunting and driving deeper with every stroke, their balls slapping wetly against her stretched holes while she begged for more cum.

Kira’s eyes widened behind her fogged glasses, a fresh wave of heat flooding her cum-filled pussy at the sight. Without slowing her intense fellatio, she reached down with one lace-gloved hand and shoved two fingers straight into her own dripping slit, scooping out thick globs of Mr. Wei’s load and smearing it over her swollen clit in frantic circles. Her moans vibrated around his cock as she sucked even harder, saliva drooling down her chin and onto her exposed tits while her fingers plunged deeper, the squelch of her masturbation mixing with the video’s sounds of Jane getting double-fucked senseless. The video intensified as both men roared and buried themselves to the hilt, flooding Jane’s womb and ass with pulsing ropes of cum that made her squirt messily around their shafts, her body shaking in a broken orgasm as she wailed about how superior their cocks were to anything Kira had ever given her.

Mr. Wei’s cock throbbed violently on Kira’s tongue as the video ended, and he yanked free of her mouth with a wet pop, fisting his shaft in quick, brutal strokes. Hot, thick ropes of cum erupted across her face in heavy spurts, splattering her lips, cheeks, frameless glasses, and the heavy swells of her DD tits still framed by the cutout bra, painting her porcelain skin in glossy white streaks that dripped down her chin and into her cleavage. Kira stayed kneeling in a daze, her athletic thighs spread wide, gloved fingers still buried in her cum-slick cunt as the final spurts landed, her short black hair matted and her marked neck heaving with ragged breaths.

She blinked slowly through the mess coating her glasses, then dragged her tongue slowly across her cum-smeared lips, savoring the taste before scooping more from her cheeks and tits to lick clean. “Bring your friend Tom,” she whispered hoarsely, voice thick with fresh addiction, “and I’ll bring Jane. We’ll have another round… all four of us, so I can watch her get bred while you fill me again.”

Frantic Forgiveness