Transmigrated Daddy of the Hentai World

Daniel carried Elise into the private changing room and closed the door behind them with a soft, deliberate click. The lock slid into place with a quiet finality.

He set her down on her heels. The moment her feet touched the floor he tried to pull her into a tight front hug, wanting to crush those heavy, soft breasts against his chest and feel her heartbeat racing.

Elise immediately backtracked in panic.

Her heels clicked in short, desperate steps across the small room until her back hit the large mirror with a soft thud. The cold glass pressed against her shoulder blades and the upper curve of her ass. She had nowhere left to go. She stared up at him with wide, watery eyes, her whole body trembling like a cornered kitten that already knew it was about to be eaten.

Daniel was a full head taller. Looking down at the once-composed, elegant attendant now squirming and shaking in front of him only fed the dark, amused hunger in his chest. He wanted to tease her until she broke.

So he did.

He planted one large palm on the mirror right beside her head with a solid smack, caging her in a classic kabedon.

THUMP~

The sound echoed softly in the small room. Then he leaned in slowly, deliberately, as if he was about to claim those sweet, plump lips in a deep, filthy kiss.

Elise whimpered.

Her face flushed a deep, burning crimson that spread all the way down her neck and across her partially exposed cleavage. Her thick thighs clenched tightly together as her lower stomach contracted hard from the sudden, relentless tug of the vibrator still running at full power inside her soaked cunt.

The buzzing egg forced her inner walls to flutter and drip. She tried to turn her face away in embarrassment—

Daniel’s other hand shot up and grabbed her chin with firm fingers, forcing her to look straight into his eyes.

He leaned in even closer until their lips were only a single inch apart. Using his thumb and forefinger, he gently but firmly pinched her soft lips and pushed them together into a small, cute, puckered shape — almost like a little asshole. Then he let his hot, heavy breath spill directly over them, flooding her mouth and nose with warm, intimate air.

Touch of Lust was still active, pumping strange, heightened, almost electric sensations through every place he touched. Elise shivered violently from head to toe. Her nipples stiffened hard against the tight fabric of her blouse. Fresh cunt juice leaked out around the vibrator and soaked further into her already ruined black lace panties.

Finally, still holding her lips in that forced, humiliating pout, Daniel tilted his head slightly to the left and asked in a low, calm, almost gentle voice—

"Why are you trembling so much?"

Her puckered lips couldn’t form a proper answer. Only a small, muffled, needy sound escaped. Daniel enjoyed the sight immensely — the calm, professional woman in the tight white blouse and micro-skirt reduced to a trembling, red-faced, dripping mess because of him.

He continued, voice soft but relentless, still bathing her mouth in hot breath.

"Are you married?"

Elise’s eyes widened sharply.

She gave a small, jerky nod, the movement limited by his grip on her chin.

The admission only lasted a second before the combination of the maximum-power vibrator and the constant waves of Touch of Lust melted her expression again. Her eyes went hazy and unfocused. Her thighs rubbed together restlessly. Another helpless, full-body shudder ran through her, making her heavy breasts tremble under the half-open blouse.

Daniel paused for a brief moment, processing the information.

She’s married?

His lips slowly curled into a darker, far more interested smile.

Even more fun.

He kept her chin trapped, kept her lips forced into that cute, slutty pout, and leaned in until the tip of his nose almost brushed hers. His hot breath continued to wash over her mouth as he spoke again, voice dropping into a low, teasing, filthy murmur.

"A married woman... walking around a luxury boutique with a vibrator buried deep in her cunt... getting herself off while smiling politely at customers."

He gave her chin a slight, controlling squeeze, forcing her to keep looking into his eyes.

"Does your husband know how dirty his wife really is? Does he know you walk around with your pussy stuffed full of a buzzing toy, dripping in the middle of your shift?"

Elise’s watery eyes fluttered. A fresh, crushing wave of shame and unwanted pleasure crashed through her. The vibrator was still buzzing mercilessly against her sensitive, swollen walls, and every filthy word he spoke made her inner muscles clench greedily around it. Her heavy breasts rose and fell rapidly. She tried to shake her head in denial, but his grip on her chin kept her completely still.

Daniel’s free hand slid down and rested lightly on the soft, warm curve of her waist. His thumb slipped under the waistband of her tiny skirt and stroked bare skin in slow, possessive circles.

"A thick and heavy scent is leaking of your body..." he murmured, eyes locked on hers, "What is it?, Perfume or," Leaning more,"Your Cunt’s fresh scent of arousal, musky and sweet, full of sex and desire. I can feel the heat coming off your cunt from here."

His thumb dipped a little lower, brushing the soft skin just above her mound.

"What are you going to do when I decide to take what’s mine, Elise?"

He leaned in another fraction, lips so close that they almost brushed her forced pout with every word. The heat of his mouth mixed with hers.

"Tell me... should I turn the vibrator off and give you a moment to breathe..."

His thumb traced a slow, deliberate line along the edge of her panties.

"...or should I leave it on full power while I play with the rest of this married body?"

Elise’s thighs trembled harder. A soft, broken, completely defeated whimper escaped her puckered lips. Another thick bead of cunt juice slid down the inner side of her thigh, leaving a shiny trail that disappeared under the hem of her short skirt.

Daniel only smiled, dark and patient, clearly savoring every second of her helpless, married, dripping, toy-filled reaction.