Ozaki stepped out of the heated gym and into a blast of winter wind. It howled around him, peppering his face with snowflakes that melted almost instantly from his heated skin. The prickle of drying sweat and the burn of muscles added to the sensory cacophony of winter and exercises.
He tucked his hands into his pockets and started down the sidewalk. Every step brought his focus on his body and he couldn't help but smile. He was stronger and more defined, with a body of a porn star and the smile that drew everyone's attention. After six months of steadily working out, he now drew the attention of women on the street.
Reaching the corner, he paused for a moment and waited for the light to change. He peered up at the sky at the gray clouds that hung over the city. There were shades of gray and purple that flashed with the various signs further downtown, but above him, it was nothing but swirling darkness. A wave of pain spread out from the side of his head but faded quickly. He was getting more headaches lately, but he attributed to his time working out while boxing.
The wind stopped blowing around him and the heat of his workout seeped from inside his jacket. More sweat prickled against his brow and he felt sweaty despite the cold. He tugged on his zipper and pulled it down to let the icy wind rush inside his coat and around the sweat-soaked shirt. His thin shirt, almost a mesh, was no barrier to the wind but the icy touch felt good against his sweat-soaked body.
When the light changed, he strolled across it. He still had twenty minutes before his train. He let the edges of his coat flutter in the wind.
A woman in the crowd walking toward him caught his attention. She had long black hair and wore a heavy coat, a hat with cat ears, and heavy gloves. He had seen her a number of times at the gym, usually in a black leotard that showed off her tight ass while she used the treadmill.
His smile grew broader as she started to pass and he gave a little bow.
Thirty seconds later, she came running after him. “Excuse me.”
Surprised, Ozaki turned to her.
“I,” she smiled sheepishly and looked around. Clearing her throat, she tried again. “I've seen you in the gym, right?”
He nodded.
She was cute, probably a few years older than him but still in college. Her button nose had a hint of blush on it that matched her cheeks. She cleared her throat again. “W-Would you like to… when I…” She blushed even hotter before she looked away.
Ozaki looked over her. He could easily picture what she wore underneath her coat: tight-fitting workout clothes that showed off her slender waist and lovely legs. She had an ass he wanted to grab every time he was pumping weights only a few meters away.
She continued to stammer for a moment.
He listened, his mind spinning. She obviously wanted to ask him out, but it would take hours before they got to anything. He knew what he wanted, he wanted to strip her down and fuck her like a whore. A brief image of Harumi flashed across his mind, with her bent over the bench, but then it was gone with the overwhelming desire for the sexy woman before him.
Ozaki stopped her with a smile. “Do you want to just go back to my place and fuck?”
She stopped in mid-word and stared at him. Her mouth opened and streamers of fogged breath rolled out from her lips.
He imagined her mouth wrapped around his cock and his manhood twitched with a response.
Her breath stopped for a long moment. And then she closed her mouth with a shut.
Ozaki wondered if she was going to slap him or walk away.
“O-Okay,” she whispered and glanced away.
Surprised at her consent, he made a double take. Then, he smiled and held out his hand. “Come on.”
The half hour train ride to Ozaki's apartment was both the most alluring and uncomfortable one in his life. The college girl, Fumiko according to her whispered introduction, sat next to him with her hands folded in her lap. She didn't look at him except from the corner of her eyes when she obviously thought he wasn't looking.
At first, Ozaki wondered if she was going to run away or regret having sex with him. But, then he realized he didn't care. He didn't even want to know her name, though she insisted, and he had no interest in her future or her attention. He wanted one thing. To fuck her. To ride her until he came and then walk away.
The memories of the black porn star's wall, filled with videos of the thousand women he fucked, rose up in his mind. It was a score, a goal.
With the thoughts of the videos in his mind, he led her up to his apartment. Unlocking the door, he pulled her in and pinned her against the wall.
Fumiko gasped with surprise, but the gasp ended when he kissed her passionately. Her body shuddered under her touch and then she was holding his shoulders. Her hips rose up against his own, the rustle of her coat loud in the short hallway leading into his apartment.
She was hesitant, but Ozaki was not. He pressed his palms against her breasts and enjoying the hard bumps of her nipples through the heavy fabric. Still kissing her, he peeled open her coat and brought his hands along the hot silkiness of her workout outfit. After months of admiring her, her body felt as good as he thought it would.
Fumiko moaned and relaxed. Her breath came hot against his face.
He pulled the top of her leotard down off her shoulders and from her breasts. The two, hard-tipped nipples, bumped against his knuckles. He palmed her mounds, enjoying the feel of her soft skin underneath his fingers.
Her body trembled and she moaned loudly.
Ozaki broke the kiss. “On your knees,” he whispered.
Fumiko's eyes widened and she hesitated, but Ozaki dug his fingers into her breasts and pushed her down. After a heartbeat, she sank down.
His breath came faster as he watched her palm his hardness through his pants and then unzipped him. The release of pressure felt good, but it was nothing compared to her hot breath against his hard cock. Pre-cum already coated the tip of his shaft and he watched it glistening only centimeters from her lips.
“Take it,” he ordered.
She opened her mouth and he pushed his cock past her lips. She was hot and slick, with the wash of her breath tickling the thick hairs at his base.
He let out his own breath in a shuddering sigh before driving forward to seat his entire length inside her. The back of her head thumped against the wall. He grabbed it to keep her still but to also prevent her from waking the neighbors. With short pumps, he drove into her mouth until her saliva and his pre-cum lubricated his strokes.
Ozaki moaned and thrust faster, driving hard against her face as he held her in place. He imagined various porn videos and mimicked them, pounding her face with brutal strokes.
Her hands ground against his thighs, a subtle request to back off, but he didn't.
He felt his balls clenching with desire. The wet slurps of his shaft mixed with her moans and gasps. The scene, coupled with his memories, added to his pleasure and he pounded her face. His hard stomach crushed her nose with every stroke and his balls slapped her chin. It only added to the intensity.
With a gasp, his orgasm reached a crest. He shoved his cock deep into her mouth until the heat thumped against the back of her throat and let it explode. Hot jets of cum splattered into her throat.
When she coughed, the spasm pushed him over the edge and he came again. His cum painted the back of her throat, adding to her discomfort and intensifying his lusts. He shuddered and held it there, enjoying her choking around his aching shaft.
The last of his orgasm fled him and he pulled out.
Fumiko coughed, flecks of cum splattering on her lips.
Looking down at her, Ozaki felt a rush of power. She had let him fuck her face without more than a token resistance and then swallowed. No relationships, no dancing around dating. Just fucking.
He stepped back. “Come on,” he said and headed toward his bedroom.
Minutes later, he had her pinned down on the bed with her ankles on his shoulders and his cock driving deep into her cunt. Even sore from his blow-job, the rush of power pushed back the discomfort and let him enjoy the pleasure. She was nothing but a hole to him, a cunt to fill and a body to pound. Every thrust drove his length into her sex until his balls slapped against her sweaty skin and his head bumped against her cervix.
Fumiko cried out with every thrust. Her fingers clung to his muscular arms, holding on for dear life as she gasped. He felt her orgasm on his cock, like a slut good for nothing more than fucking.
He drove into her with no regard for her discomfort. He wanted to feel her pussy wrapped around his cock and the feel of her soaked hole clenching his shaft. He groaned and drove into her, his world focusing down into a single heated pleasure.
Ozaki came again but never stopped. Months of working out gave him the strength to keep fucking her, driving into her until she screamed out in both pleasure and pain and fear. He thrust hard into her cum-soaked hole, splattering it everywhere as he vented his pleasure.
It wasn't until he came for the fourth time that he pulled out and slumped to the side. His body burned with his effort and he panted for air.
Next to him, Fumiko gasped as she slumped there. Cum poured out of her dark-lined slit and soaked into his sheets. He watched the rise and fall of her hard-tipped nipples and her glistening body.
When he thought about the wall of videos, any shred of compassion or feelings for her faded. He sighed and rolled over, trying to figure out how fast he could get rid of her.