28-58SS3

58SS3 Side Story – Is the Supply Sergeant an M? (2) 

“With that, let’s go to the bedroom... Please punish me as much as you want, Master ❤️” 

Lift! 

As soon as the supply sergeant called me “Master” with a playful tone and provocatively asked to be punished in the bedroom, I didn’t hesitate for a second-I scooped her up in a princess carry and headed straight to the bedroom. 

Whoosh! Thud, thud, thud... 

“Kyaaah ❤️” 

After tossing her a bit roughly onto the soft bed, I stripped off all my clothes. The supply sergeant, who had been thrown onto the bed, let out a cute little scream, then, seeing me undress, quickly started pulling off her own t-shirt. 

Soon, the bedroom was filled only with the heavy breaths of two naked, aroused adults. My fully erect cock slowly climbed onto the bed. 

Lying voluptuously on the bed, the supply sergeant looked at me with eyes full of anticipation, wondering what I would do next. Her gaze was thick with dark, lustful desire. 

First, I wrapped my arms around her waist and luscious hips. 

Then, in one swift motion, I flipped her over with both arms around her torso. 

Whoosh! Flip... 

She ended up face-down, lying across my lap as I sat cross-legged on the bed, her crotch draped over my right knee, and her big butt sticking up in the air. 

It was a position reminiscent of a child being spanked by an adult-a pose that feels especially humiliating for adults. Not having fully accepted her “masochist” and “submissive” tendencies, the supply sergeant started to squirm, albeit weakly. 

But her half-hearted resistance was quickly subdued by my hand... 

“Hnnngh! W-wait... Nghhh ❤️” 

SMACK!! 

As she twisted her hips and cried “wait,” my hand came down on her pale, voluptuous buttocks. My palm left a red mark, and as her head jerked back, a sharp moan burst from her lips. 

Between her trembling, massive cheeks, a little love juice leaked from her plump pussy lips. Seeing this, I thought, “Such a classic masochist reaction.” 

Right then, I resolved to properly punish this masochist (ex-)wife tonight, and slowly raised my right hand. 

With my hand held just above my shoulder, I paused and spoke. 

“You said you wanted to be punished as much as I want... Don’t you like it?” 

“N-no... I like it... So please punish me more ❤️” 

Just a moment ago, she’d been wriggling to escape the embarrassing position, but the moment she was spanked, her masochistic side came out in full force. 

Her lewd yet lovable reaction made me smile with satisfaction as I brought my right hand down again. 

SMAAAACK!!! 

“Ughhhhhh ❤️❤️” 

Splash! Splash, splash, splash ❤️ 

Both sides of her watermelon-sized buttocks were now covered in overlapping red handprints, and the flood of juices from her pussy soaked my knee. 

“Hnnngh, Master, more... please punish me more ❤️” 

Forgetting she was a mother of an elementary schooler, she fully embraced her role as “Master’s bitch,” shaking her hips as if begging for more spanks. 

I wanted to answer that plea with another slap, but her butt was already so red I worried it might bruise, so I decided to “punish” her elsewhere. 

Just like before, I wrapped my arms around her and gently laid her back on the bed. 

“Haaah!...” 

As her slightly swollen butt touched the bed, she immediately arched her hips and let out a short moan. 

That only made her plump, mom-bodied pussy stand out even more, putting its lewd, delicious appearance on full display. 

Her mature, well-groomed bush was soaked with juices, which kept running down her plump lips. 

Soon, my cock, fully erect, twitched up and down as I stared at the obscene sight. 

But before penetration, there was something I had to do first. 

I spread her shapely legs and positioned myself between them. 

Twitch, twitch... 

Now, my 26cm monster cock naturally rested atop her pussy. 

It was the perfect position to grab my cock and slap it against her mound and clit. 

As I lifted my cock with my thumb, index, and middle fingers, I brought it down like a heavy log onto her pussy, making a wet, smacking sound. 

SPLAT!! 

“Nghhh ❤️” 

With my cock pressed against her wet lips, her flesh trembled, her swollen clit was rubbed, and a gush of slippery juice spilled out. 

Her pussy grew even hotter, and her eyes, burning with lust, locked onto my cock as I smacked her again. 

Then, with the face of a wanton bitch, she begged for more. 

“Master... please punish my naughty pussy even more with your cock ❤️” 

“You filthy bitch...” 

SMACK!! 

“Aaahhh ❤️” 

Her recent words were the dirtiest I’d ever heard from her, and I couldn’t help but let my true feelings slip, calling her a “bitch” as I slapped her again. 

She seemed to get even more turned on by being called that, letting out a satisfied moan with an ecstatic expression. 

The sight of her was so arousing that my hand kept moving, and my mouth kept spitting out degrading words. 

“A mom and a sergeant, and yet you love getting your pussy smacked and leaking all over a young lieutenant’s cock?” 

“Yes, I love it... Master, please smack my mom-pussy more with your cock, haah! Harder, please ❤️” 

“Such a cheeky bitch...” 

SQUEEZE ❤️ 

“Nghhhh!! Master ❤️” 

Instead of shrinking or getting angry at my insults, she only begged for more. I used that as an excuse to squeeze her big breasts hard enough to hurt, and she accepted the pain as pleasure, moaning and trembling all over. 

She even placed her hands over mine, pressing down harder. 

For a moment, I thought, “This filthy masochist bitch is mine,” and worried I might get into even riskier territory. 

But that thought was fleeting-overwhelmed by her animal allure, I decided to act first and think later, lining up my glans with her twitching hole. 

Rub, rub, rub ❤️ 

“Hnnngh, Master... Now, please discipline this cheeky mom-pussy with your big cock ❤️” 

As soon as my glans nudged her entrance, she squeezed tight and moaned out more filthy words. 

At this point, I felt like I had to punish this horny bitch until she passed out, no matter what. 

... 

More than four hours had passed since we entered the bedroom, and it was nearly midnight. 

I was pounding her mercilessly, about to cum for the sixth time. 

The sheets beneath us were already stained with semen, juices, and sweat, and the supply sergeant, who’d been getting pounded nonstop, was on the verge of passing out. 

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Squelch, squelch, squelch ❤️ 

“Nghhh!... Master... If you keep fucking me, I’ll die ❤️” 

“Shut up, bitch! Didn’t I tell you? I’m gonna fuck you until you pass out tonight.” 

By now, I was completely used to, even excited by, my own filthy, rough words, and I felt my balls tighten as I neared orgasm. 

I pressed my pelvis hard against her mound and pumped my sticky cum deep into her pussy. 

SPURT!! Splash, splash, splash! 

“Get pregnant! Take my cum in your mom-pussy and get pregnant, you bitch!” 

“I will, Master! With your baby, ahh!! I’ll get pregnant!! ❤️”