I Can't Stand Up, I Can't Cool Down - Momo reward story

Squatting down to her knees, Momo tugged at Mineta's pants with the insistence and desperation of someone unwrapping the first meal they've been offered in days. "I need it," she moaned. She was pathetic. She sounded hopeless. "Thank you for coming here."

"I'm happy to," Mineta said, sitting on the edge of Momo's bed. "I told you, just tell me whenever you need my cock, and I'll give you all the cum you want." He was on call now, Momo begging him to come fuck. It was perfect. It was the arrangement he wanted more of, and he could not even pretend to be patient about any of this as she tugged his pants down. Mineta's oversized cock swung proudly upward, springing to life before the shocked eyes of a woman absolutely unrepentant about seeking out the passion now.

"I need your cock," Momo groaned. She grabbed hold of it. His dick was ridiculously oversized for his body, but she was thankful for that, slapping it down across her face and rubbing against it, fingers toying with it and adoring the veins running along his pulsating shaft. The mere smell of Mineta's cock could send her into overdrive now, and as she worked her way up to his head, she knew she was in for a good time, knew she was about to get her desperately needed hit.

When she got to his tip, pre-cum drooled out, and she snapped forward to lick it all up, moaning out in wanton delight. "It tastes so good!" she gasped. The salty, pungent pre-cum was so thick and rich already. Closer to the semen of a normal man than to pre-cum. It was a promise of what was to come as she wrapper her lips around his shaft. Everything had to happen now. Sudden and senseless, too wild for her to take as she forced herself down his shaft with one sloppy push.

"That's it. Be a good little cum addict and suck me down deep!" Mineta gasped out happily through the wicked delight of receiving the sloppy oral attention he craved. Momo wasn't subtle or patient about what she dove in for. There was no time for any of that now, her dizzy head simply begging her to want to lose herself, sucking it down and slobbering along the shaft in a fit of pure spectacle a hopeless chaos and a passion she wanted more of. There was no good reason to hold it back now. No good sense in restraint. She just wanted it, and that meant desperately cramming her throat full of his cock and losing every semblance of dignity now.

Mineta's cum had special properties. Thickness, volume, potency. A certain hint of grape on the back of the tongue. But most importantly, Mineta had found that his semen was highly addictive. A drug. A drug he did very reasonable things with, like spiking the drinks of Momo when she wasn't looking until he induced in her such a dependency that she would be his on-demand slut. It worked well. Momo was so desperate for his dick any time she could get it that all Mineta had to do was sit back and enjoy the sloppy chaos burning up so brightly, his body relaxed while she serviced his cock for him.

Every motion of her head up and down his shaft was an overdramatic arc of pure surrender, showing off submission on its most base and perfect level in her desperate efforts to give in to this. Momo wasn't quiet about what she wanted. She couldn’t be. To suck a cock this big quietly was to waste everyone's time, she reasoned, and instead threw herself into the messiest devotions she could muster, slobbering on his shaft loudly, choking him down into her throat, letting him truly feel the depths of human desperation with everything she did. That was Momo. Momo was pure desperation and absolutely nothing else. Not now.

Heavy, thick strands of spit coated his cock and fell from her chin. No amount of sloppy was too much for Momo. Not in this state. her desperation pushed her into hotter, madder places. Singular need grew messier inside of her, and all she could think about was how good it felt to lose all control. To become the sloppy suckslut Mineta deserved. She toyed with his swollen balls while her neck and her head worked without care for the possibility of getting tired, simply moving desperately onward.

"The hottest girl in school is my private cumslut," Mineta grabbed, grabbing her hair and yanking her down harder, forcing himself harder into her throat. "Perfect, pretty Momo is choking on my cock! Does it taste good? You don't need air, you need my cum. You need to chug down all my jizz like a good little cum junkie." He was in control and he was an absolute monster about it, relishing in the chance to give her face some slaps and pull at her hair. When she really got going, Mineta found he could get away with just about anything.

And indeed, she kept giving in. The mistreatment made her legs shake while she tried to hold herself down in her squatting position, drooling harder all over his dick, throwing herself into the mess of pure fascination. There wasn't any good way to behave herself now. It didn't matter. Her pussy soaked through her panties so hard she was dripping onto the floor, all in the name of finding what she needed. She didn't need to respond to him. Her obedience was enough. The hopeless sounds of her gagging on his cock were her response, a desperate affirmation of just what she wanted and what she was worth, offering up to Mineta view of pure submission and delirium. she worked for his pleasure alone, throwing everything into the deep end and finding it almost impossible to contend with how deranged this was all getting.

Mineta's cock begged for more. When his pre-cum came out, it was almost with force. It lined her throat while she forced herself down deeper. Even without fingers between her legs, she felt unbearable pleasure, like she was about to cum at any moment. She wasn't even getting her fix yet. She was just sucking, waiting, working toward her drug. How fucked up was she that she was wired to be excited just to suck his cock? Momo didn't care how far gone she was. Didn't care how her eyes were going cross and she was stumbling into worse and more terrifying places.

"I love that you're my slut now. I'm your drug! I'm your drug, and you need it so bad that you get off from sucking my cock!" He laughed louder, bucking up against her face. This was callous and mean spirited. he knew it. He didn't care. Mineta got treated like shit, so when he was able to get a leg up, he took it. Momo was addicted to his cum, and he got off on seeing her grovel and jump through hoops to get her fix, because no matter what anyone did to him to piss him off, he was absolutely unapologetic about being a monster, about making this deranged insanity continue on madder.

Drool slathered Mineta's bed and the sheets below, dripped down onto her uniform top. She was a mess. She didn't care. Momo was where she wanted to be, and she was happy to keep sucking, to lose herself deeper. She knew his cum was close, knew all she had to do was let it burn her through.

Until Mineta abruptly pulled out. "Not today!" he said, slapping Momo across the face and jumping off of the bed entirely. He took his dick in hand while Momo dizzily whimpered, but he ignored that. He stood over the floor and let loose his load, cock erupting right across the tiles instead. He groaned, throwing his head back and letting loose his oversized load, streaks of cum splattering all over the floor of Momo's dorm room. "If you want it so bad, come get it," he told her.

Momo shrieked and flung herself down. She didn't care. Her tongue dragged along the floor like a dog who found some scraps of food. Her tongue buzzed with euphoric joy, a warmth spreading all over her body as that incredibly thick, salty, virulent cum hit her tongue. She needed it. With noises that sounded more animal than human, Momo expressed the sweet ecstasy of tasting his cum, even if she had to lick it off the floor herself, even if Momo stood over her groping her body and calling her degrading names while she did it. Momo didn't care. All she really wanted, all that could have ever mattered to her.

"I already won," Mineta said, one hand on his cock and the other squeezing Momo's tits while he savoured just how much control was in his hands now. When she was done, he pulled her skirt up, got rid of her drenched panties, and fucked her like an animal through the night.

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Some mornings, Mineta masturbated and portioned some of his cum off into little food syringes in case he found an opportunity to spike Momo's drink. And he'd found one. When lunch that day rolled around, he got her with enough cum to send her all dizzy and horny. Overbearing arousal was one of the strongest effects of his cum, and before he knew it, he had her in the bathroom, ready to be his utterly.

Hunched over the sink in the bathroom, Momo could only stare at herself in the mirror, all bug-eyed and panicked, while Mineta practically mounted her hips, ramming his cock up her cunt with deep, senseless strokes and a noisy, almost violently loud spectacle. "I'm your whore!" she shrieked happily. "I love it so much. I thought last night was enough, but I started eating lunch, and all I wanted as for you to come fuck me." She didnt' realize he'd been spiking her drinks. That was beyond her. All she understood was need.

"You're just addicted. You’re such a hopeless slut. I won't make you lick cum off the floor again today, but I know you would if I told you to. You're addicted, face it. All you care about is being my cocksleeve." Shamelessly, Mineta kept up the long game, relishing in the brutality and the wickedness of making her compeltely bend to his will. He was out to indulge, out to make sure that his every thrust was a chance to make her fall apart, and he wasn't the least bit concerned with how to control that. All he cared about was indulging in Momo and the circumstances that left her utterly ravaged.

And ravaged she was. Momo hardly cared. Her voice got louder and her head spun with pure delirium. "I just love your cock so much. It's so big. I was made to be filled with it. This is my purpose!" Degrading herself was all fine by Momo in this state; she followed Mineta's guidance, and he was hardly gentle about any of this.

Consumed by fire and loving every second of it, Momo focused on the huge cock stuffing and stretching her pussy. Her round hips stuck up to offer him something to hold onto, his body resting on her big ass while he slammed mercilessly away, relentless and greedy in the pursuit of feelings he knew could drive him mad. Anything for Mineta. Anything to make it easier for him. Anything he wanted. She was his. She could feel it deep in her core. She needed his cock, craved his cum, and there was no cost too great to be able to get her fix. it consumed her and her thoughts constantly, left her able only to care about giving in to these feelings, struggling to even imagine considering anything else now.

With mad grunts and noisy slams forward, Mineta made sure to bury his cock each time deep into Momo. "I'm going to leave you pumped full of cum, and you go run back to your friends pretending you care what they have to say. You don't do you?"

"I only care about your cock!" she howled.

Mineta reached forward to seize her hair, yanking hard and pulling her head back, making her look dead in her own eyes in the mirror. "This is the face of a cockslut. Nothing more. You're pathetic. You're filthy. You're--nngh, fuck, you're mine!" He was getting closer, but he held desperately back, wanting to milk her agonized panic out more and wanting to wanting to continue wearing her down. That was all Mineta cared about, the only worthy use of his time. The ways that he could continue to push her around, bullying her thoughts and forcing her deeper into undignified spectacle, remained the most empowering thing he could do, and he wanted to see how much further he could take all of it, how much worse he could make her.

"I'm yours! I'm yours!" Momo's tongue rolled out. His cock in her cunt felt better than anything else could have, and she didn't try to behave or contain herself. She needed it. All of it. The throbbing chaos and the frenzied heat continued to worsen her condition, wearing her down and bringing on the maddest, worst of passions. She cared about only one thing. There was only one thing she could have ever cared about. The Momo who understood anything else was long, long gone now. "I'd do anything you told me to. I'd confess to the whole class if you asked me to. Id' be your girlfriend. I'd be anything!"

"Tempting, but I don’t want you to be anything but a slut. I would never be with a disgusting cum addict like you." His words were biting, but in Momo's addled mind, fair.

"I'm not worthy. You're right. I'm sorry. I'm below you!" Momo was at her lowest when she was at her highest, and she could feel the all-consuming chaos wear down whatever shred of dignity may have still existed in her. A very clear picture of pure surrender existed in her now, and she didn't understand a damn thing else now.

Understanding wasn't necessary, though. Not now. Only one thing mattered to either of them, and with a final, deep, mad, slam forward, Mineta buried his cock into her cunt with conviction. He came hard inside of her, erupting right into her snug hole and sending her into shrieking joy. His cum pumping into her needy hole sent Momo hard over the edge, made her shriek and thrash happily under his dominance, her screams of mad ecstasy as vocal and as clear as could be. She was done for, and she loved every mad second of giving in to it. Her eyes rolled back and her tongue flopped out, an expression of mad surrender taking her completely by storm.

Cum flooded her womb. Unprotected loads were all Momo wanted. Orally or vaginally, even anally, the hit was all the same. Narcotic warmth spread along her body, made her tremble and heave, made her brain shut off with a sweep of pure satisfaction. It was chaos and passion and a fiery rush of pleasures too steep for the poor wreck to be able to contain, her every senseless desire consuming her and leaving her to struggle through depravity and delirium. It was better than an orgasm. It was like several climaxes all at once, layered on top of one another, breaking her mind down further, maybe leaving permanent damage, but she was too much of a strung-out cumslut to care.

"Who owns you?" Mineta asked.

"You," Momo whined, but she drew out the one noise, slurring her words for three straight seconds. Which was, in Mineta's eyes, the sign she was indeed as properly owned as could be.

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Straightening herself out was never easy. Momo struggled to get her skirt fixed and her hair all set up right again. But there was an unmistakable look in her eye and something just off about her, her foot steps clumsier and her body not quite straightened out as she headed back to see her friends.

"Where did you go?" Kyoka asked. "It seemed like you left with Mineta. But he's not here, so I guess not."

"Of course, she didn't leave with that creep," Tsuyu said, shaking her head.

"It's nothing, lunch just wasn't feeling right with my stomach." Momo said. "But he's not that creepy! I didn't go anywhere with him, but he's not that bad."

Tsuyu croaked back a blunt, "Yes he is."

Mineta had been hanging around behind the conversation, and he was quite happy to hear that Tsuyu was objecting so much to his mere presence or to Momo complaining about him, because when Momo stumbled back in and she called over to her friend, he'd slipped a dose into the frog girl's juice. Maybe it was time to branch out and start drugging other girls into being his whores too.