Treating The Shogun - Sex Stories

Treating The Shogun

Momonosuke sits in his bathtub, basking in the warmth and soothing aura that it exudes as he lets his mind run rampant. He’s still trying to calm himself down from his excitement. Nami and Robin, two of the best girls he’s ever come into contact with, are actually visiting him again! Sure, it’s for business purposes only, but that doesn’t make it any less special. There’s so many possibilities now that they’re here.

He hasn’t let a single day pass where he doesn’t imagine capitalizing on any given opportunity to capitalize on the gift of their presence if they were to come back to him. How could he? The last time they were here, they gave him the greatest gift any male could ever ask for: they made him a man. After having something like that take place, he’d be a fool to not plot his next move if he were to ever get lucky a second time. Especially with how remarkable last time was.

He remembers it as if it were yesterday: the very first thing he thought to do was latch onto Nami’s chest and take in her alluring feminine scent along with the softness of her skin. The other guys were so jealous. He could tell just by looking out of the side of his eye. It really served as quite the bonus. But that would pale in comparison to how they’d react to what happened later on.

The things that happened that night, the feelings he felt that he had no comprehension of at the time, the fact that he had enough energy to maintain those rushes of sensations for hours, it’s really ...

... getting the boy excited. He always replays these scenes on his own time, but now that the stars of the scene are here, his memory’s become much more vivid and accurate. Hearing their voices really aid in his mental retelling.

As Momonosuke closes his eyes and relives the greatest moment in his life, his hand snakes from the floor of the tub to his inner thigh. He lightly gasps as he envisions Nami’s hand taking the place of his. He can see her titillating, fiery, flowing, red locks as she stares at him with her gorgeous amber eyes. And he can practically hear her soft, soothing, mother-like voice as his hand slowly slides up and down his member,

“Shhh. Just look up at me, cutie. Yeah. Feels good, huh? Ahh~... You’re such a big boy. You’re getting so hard for me. Yeah~... Such a good boy.”

His light gasps turn into soft moans as he lightly speeds up his strokes and tightens his grip. Then the image of Nami lying on his bed and spreading her legs before him takes over his mind as his hand replicates the tightness of her cunt.

“That’s it, baby boy,” she encourages in her sensual whispers as Momonosuke’s cock pistons in and out of her pussy, “Give it to me. Make me yours, young Shogun. Claim me. That’s right, baby.”

By this point, Momonosuke is too lost in his own pleasure. It’s like it’s happening all over again. He’s losing more and more control of his moans the longer this goes on. But he’s starting not to care. Not only that, but the jolt throughout his body even ...