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Persona 3 - Mitsuru Kirijo's Struggle II (Commission)

A gentle sway. A gentle encouragement. 

Mitsuru Kirijo was no slut but she was certainly acting like one right now. Skirt pulled up to expose her maidenhood. A cock on top of her ass. Heavy balls churning with a hefty load. The male behind her was on another level, plain and simple. So was Mitsuru, a redhead beauty like no other.

The position exposed her pussy perfectly, and she bit her lip as she felt his fingers trace along her slit, teasing her, making her squirm. She was bent over, humiliated and vulnerable and positively dripping.

But her mind knew better. Don't break, don't break, don't break! 

"D-do—" Mitsuru started over, this time with more confidence. "Do you have a condom?"

"No condom," Asahi murmured, and she tensed, trying to remember what she wanted to say to snap back. 

"Don't you dare cum inside me," Mitsuru blurted out, her voice seeming unsteady even to her own ears.

Asahi's fingers paused, and then he chuckled, the sound sending a thrill through her. "Worried I'll knock you up, little slut? Don't worry, I'll pull out. But you better be a good girl and take my load like a champ." Before she could respond, she felt the broad head of his cock nudging at her entrance.

Mitsuru gasped as Asahi pushed inside her, his thickness stretching her to the limit. "Fuck, I already love your pussylips."

Mitsuru bit her bottom lip. 'He's so thick! I can't…Sanemi!' 

Today was his birthday! Today was about him! She was doing this for him! Nothing more, nothing less. She was interested in this giant cock. No way! Big cocks were irrelevant. The only reason why she was wet was because it was natural, that was why!

Asahi's cock was huge. There was no question about it. But…

'Just because it's bigger doesn't mean it's better!' 

Perhaps admitting that was already a loss. To a majority of men, it was. Mitsuru was convincing herself it wasn't. 

Until he grabbed her hips and thrust once.

Just once. It wasn't like Asahi shoved the whole thing inside, he inserted what must have been four inches. A hard thrust that filled her up. Her boyfriend Sanemi suddenly felt oh-so small. Humiliatingly small. 

Asahi was pleased. His smile widened 

She felt so full, so deliciously filled, and she bit back a moan, her breath coming in sharp gasps. She refused to be treated like a slut. She refused to lose her dignity. 

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! 

PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! 

But Asahi had no intention of taking it easy on her. He began to piston in and out of her with long, hard strokes, his balls slapping against her clit with each thrust. Mitsuru's eyes widened.

'What the fu—' 

Mitsuru came. She actually came. Her legs trembled and juices squirted from her cunt. Her breath was loud and meek. She refused to break! She refused!

But…

"Nnnnggghhh~!"

Breathing through her nose alone like that was pathetic. He fucked hard and fast and unbelievably good.

'Don't break, don't break, don't break…!' 

"H-hey…" A muffled gasp that forced her to throw her head back. "Go easy…!" 

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! 

PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! 

"Take it, you cock-hungry slut," Asahi growled, his hands gripping her hips tightly. "Take all of me."

Mitsuru felt herself getting closer to the edge, the pleasure building with each powerful thrust. She tried to hold back, to maintain some semblance of control, but it was no use. "Fuck... oh fuck..." she moaned, her head hanging down as she gave herself over to the sensations washing over her. 

She was shaking. She was shaking badly. 

This wasn't supposed to be like this.

It wasn't supposed to feel this good. 

"Just cum already…!" Mitsuru said through a gasp. Bent over and getting her lovely ass cheeks clapped, she thought she would cum soon. All men came in a couple minutes. Her boyfriend certainly did and he was the picture-perfect example of being average. "Just cummmm~!"

Funny that at that moment Mitsuru was the one to cum. She hid it pretty well, all things considering. 

Asahi leaned over her, his chest pressing against her back, his breath hot in her ear. "Me? You cum for me, you little bitch," he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. "Cum all over my cock."

Thirteen inches of cock. A cock double that of her boyfriend. She wasn't supposed to enjoy this much. She was supposed to reject this. 

"Mmmmpppphhh~!" Mitsuru cried out as the orgasm ripped through her, her body shaking uncontrollably as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. Why wasn't he cumming? Why!? Was it because she wasn't talking? Praising his big cock? 

Yes, that had to be it. Men loved being praised for having a good dick. Whenever her boyfriend did a good job in bed, she was always quick to point it out. She had to do the same here. She had to talk dirty. 

"F-fuck me…!"

"Huh?" Asahi's smirk widened. "What did you say?"

"J-juust…" Cum already! Cum already! How was she already nearing her next orgasm!?

"Please fuck me with your big cock!"

Asahi showed that he was happy in the one way he could: he fucked her harder. Faster. Better.

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! 

PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! 

"I'm cummiiing~! I'm cuummiiing~!" Mitsuru cried out. "Your big dick is making me cum."

"Bigger than your boyfriend?"

Mitsuru didn't immediately answer. This was just dirty talk. Dirty talk! She gnawed on her bottom lip. 

"Answer me!"

CLAP!

The hard thrust forced an answer from the depths of her heart.

'H-he's reaching my deepest parts so easily!' 

"N-no~!" Mitsuru huffed and puffed. "A-as iifff! As if I'm going to admit that!"

"The fact that you're not saying anything is good enough for me!"

Her juices were dripping down her thigh. Her conviction was breaking. Everything about her existence was breaking. A Persona wouldn't be enough to handle this sheer dicking. 

"Nnnggghh~! Shhooo goood~! Shhooo goooood~!" Mitsuru was letting go of herself. N-no, this was just dirty talk! 

"If you want to make me cum, then you better step it up~!"

Like a light up in her brain, Mitsuru did. "Asashhiiii, your cock is fucking me so hard~! You're fucking me shoooo goood~!"

He was reaching places her boyfriend never had. He was kissing her womb with thrusts that nearly made her faint. Mitsuru had trained herself as a fencer, as an athlete, and yet this man and his dick made that training feel useless. He turned the great Mitisuru Kirjio, the daughter groomed to be the best of the best, into a silly orgasming redhead with an expression that rivalled a whore's.

"Deeeep~! You're shooo deeeepppp~!" 

Her tongue flopped out.

Mitsuru came again.

"Asssaaahiiiii~!"

She cried for him. Begged for him. His cock was heating up against inside her. Throbbing and pulsating, she could assume only one thing. "Not inside! Not inside!"

"Tch."

Asahi pulled out—and came all over her backside. Spurt! Spurt! Spuuuurt! Long jets of cum flew underneath her pussy, some strings of it brushing and sticking onto her pussylips. Mitsuru listened to her heart beat and Asahi's cock thrum and cum. It was an absurd load, lasting well over twenty seconds.

"Haa…" Schlap! Schlap! Schlap! "Your pussy was just so good…"

Asahi was jerking himself off. Letting himself loose, letting his balls empty themselves underneath another man's girlfriend. Finally, he was done and finally Mitsuru could relax. Her breathing was still heavy, the orgasms causing her legs to shake.

"T-that's it." Mitsuru shuddered and breathed heavily. She gathered her strength, pulled herself up, and turned to face him.

Oh fuck.

'H-he's still hard.' 

How? How!?

'Sanemi would…I already made him cum so many times before this…' Mitsuru's eyes were glued to his cock, unable to understand it. Thirteen inches of pure meat. 

'Why can't I look away?' 

The party for her boyfriend's birthday was in full swing, but here she was, in the bedroom, having been railed by another man. She knew it was wrong, but the breakout from Asahi's blackmail and his thick meat was too much to resist. And now, even after cumming multiple times, he was still rock hard and ready for more.

"What's wrong?" Asahi asked. "Your boyfriend never been able to keep it up like me?"

Mitsuru glared up at him and crossed her arms. Her thighs were wet with her own fluids.

"Come on, you know what to do. Just one last thing."

Mitsuru didn't protest. Suddenly, her hand went along the length of his shaft. 

Asahi smirked, enjoying the feeling of her soft hand on his cock. "I could fuck you all night, Mitsuru. Your pussy is too good. But, alas, we can't do that. Let's finish it up, honey."

Mitsuru bit her lip, a mix of shame and desire flashing across her face. She shouldn't be doing this. She shouldn't!

But even as she thought as much, she grabbed the ends of her white shirt and pulled it over her head. Asahi raised a brow. 

"No bra?"

This was supposed to be a surprise for her boyfriend. Her perfect, medium-sized breasts. Not D-cups by any means, a full and round pair of C-cups with light pink nipples that were already hardening in the cool air.

"Don't think this means I like you," Mitsuru murmured, stroking his length slowly. She didn't want to look at him. She couldn't. "This is just…vile. A vile cock. I'm only doing this because…"

She dropped to her knees and leaned forward, her hot breath washing over the head of his dick, and then took him into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the tip, tasting the leftover cum from his earlier orgasm, and then began to bob her head slowly.

Asahi groaned, his hands tangling in her long, dark red hair. "Fuck, Mitsuru...you're amazing. That tongue of yours..."

Encouraged by his words, Mitsuru picked up the pace, sucking harder and faster. She gagged occasionally as his cock hit the back of her throat. That was when she decided to stop and pull out. Pop! Saliva followed but more importantly, his cock was cleaned.

She grabbed her tits and sandwiched them around his cock. Asahi whistled. "Now that's something I didn't expect from a Kirijio heir."

She had never done this even with her boyfriend. But to get Asahi to cum one last time, she needed to. Up and down, up and down. Fingers clutching onto her breasts, she sank them down, then back up. She was using his cock. Taming it.

But due to her size, she couldn't cover all thirteen inches. The remaining had to be sucked and pleased with her tongue.

"Yes...that's it...give me that titty-fuck," Asahi grunted, his hips bucking slightly as he fucked her tits. "You deserve better than Sanemi. He has no idea what he's missing out on."

Mitsuru's pride and agitation at the words drove her on. She wanted to show Asahi just how good she was, to make him forget about every other blowjob he'd ever had. At the same time, she wanted to get this over with and muttered, "This is just vile." 

She hollowed her cheeks, sucking hard as she bobbed her head up and down, her saliva dripping down his shaft.

"Oh fuck...I'm gonna cum," Asahi gasped, his hands tightening in her hair. "I'm gonna cum all over your pretty face, you dirty little slut."

Mitsuru went faster in response, the filthy words turning her on even more. She wanted his cum, wanted to feel it splattering across her face. She quickened her pace, sucking and swallowing, her tits pumping his length. Not her hands, not her pussy—but her tits. 

"Cumming!" With a roar, Asahi exploded, his hot cum shooting out of his cock and coating Mitsuru's face. It splattered across her forehead, dripped down her nose, and landed on her lips. She moaned, opening her mouth to show him the cum on her tongue before swallowing it down.

Mitsuru wiped the cum from her eyes. Asahi sighed. This load had been half as heavy as the previous one. 

'Still more than Sanemi,' Mitsuru noted.

"Man…that was awesome," Asahi said. 

Mitsuru raised a hand, face down and covered in a shadow. "Tissue?"

She looked pretty intimidating. On her knees, tits out, and cum on her face, if it wasn't for those three factors, Asahi might have been scared. Smiling and pulling up his pants, he got out a tissue from his pockets.

Mitsuru took the issue and elegantly cleaned herself up. Before, it was the woman Mitusur. Now, it was the Kirjio heir. "Now, let's forget this ever happened. No one needs to know about our little secret."

But even as she said the words, her eyes flicked down to his crotch. She could see the outline of his cock, still semi-hard. She got her white shirt and stood up. While facing him, she put the shirt back on. 

Mitsuru's words were absolute. Whatever she said here would matter. If Asahi would blackmail her or if she would continue this.

"This was a one-time thing," Mitsuru continued, her voice firm but her gaze locked with his. It was a clash of titans. 

"I know. You said that over and over again." Asahi held a tinge of disappointment in his voice. He turned, walking toward the door.

Walking away with that big cock of his.

It was instinctual, really. In one stride, Mitsuru caught up to him and grabbed him by the wrist, stopping him. Asahi looked back, puzzled. 

"But…" Her breath hitched for all but a moment. "...if you want to stay over after the party...there's a spare bedroom."

Asahi was surprised. Genuinely, whole-heartedly surprised. This went way beyond his expectations. Smirking, he understood her unspoken invitation. "Of course. I'd love to stay and continue this...discussion."

Mitsuru's pussy throbbed at his words. She looked away and straightened her clothes. "After the party, then. But for now, we should get back. Sanemi will be wondering where we are."

Asahi nodded, standing as well and smoothing down his clothes. Together, they left the bedroom, Mitsuru's cheek still flushed from Asahi's cum, and rejoined the party, continuing the birthday celebration as if nothing had happened.

***

The party had wound down, leaving the mansion quiet and still. The evening had been filled with laughter, gifts, and celebrations, but now it was just Mitsuru, Sanemi, and Asahi lingering in the softly lit living room. Mitsuru sat beside Sanemi, her smile warm but her mind racing with thoughts she couldn't suppress.

"Come on, Sanemi, enjoy yourself."

"I am, I am, Asahi."

"I'll get you a drink," said Asahi. "Just wait for a second."

Asahi was gone. Finally. Now it was the couple left.

"He sure talks a lot, doesn't he?" Sanemi joked. "How do you work for him?"

'He talks a lot but he definitely backs the talking up—'

Mitsuru froze and cut those thoughts off. "I'm Mitsuru," she said.

"Well, that explains everything." Sanemi chuckled. He really thought his girlfriend to be invincible. In some ways, she was. In others…

"N-no~!" Mitsuru huffed and puffed. "A-as iifff! As if I'm going to admit that!"

"The fact that you're not saying anything is good enough for me!"

Her juices were dripping down her thigh. Her conviction was breaking. Everything about her existence was breaking. A Persona wouldn't be enough to handle this sheer dicking. 

"Nnnggghh~! Shhooo goood~! Shhooo goooood~!" Mitsuru was letting go of herself. N-no, this was just dirty talk! 

"If you want to make me cum, then you better step it up~!"

Like a light up in her brain, Mitsuru did. "Asashhiiii, your cock is fucking me so hard~! You're fucking me soooo goood~!"

Mitsuru legs came down together, her womb quivering. She drew in a long breath of air. 'Stop thinking about it. Just…stop.' 

"Sanemi," Mitsuru called out, hands on her lap with her face innocent and pure. "Did you enjoy everything? The gifts, the cake…?"

Sanemi smiled, a genuine warmth in his eyes as he looked at her. "It was perfect, Mitsuru. You always know how to make things special."

"And…the...pictures I sent you?" Mitsuru was a bit quiet and Sanemi knew why. His cheeks flushed and he recalled the sexy selfies she sent with the aid of Asahi. 

"Y-yeah, those were…"

'Dick, dick, dick, dick—' 

"Awesome." Sanemi smiled, reddening. "Really awesome."

Talk about primitive. Mitsuru's body was on auto-pilot. Her mind had said not to cum inside but her pussy had a different opinion. Asahi should have creampied her. Mitsuru should have let go of her morals and enjoyed herself fully.

The palms of her hand recalled the heat. Fuck, it was too much to resist. 

Mitsuru's heart tightened with guilt, but she maintained her innocent facade. "I'm glad you liked it," she said, forcing a smile. Her thoughts betrayed her, however, as images of her earlier indiscretion with Asahi flashed through her mind. She couldn't stop thinking about his touch, the forbidden thrill of it.

The better thrill. She wasn't wearing a bra and she was planning to seduce Sanemi tonight. But now…now she didn't want to. All she could think about was Asahi's dick.

'Asahi has been gone for a while now…' 

He was supposed to be getting him a drink. Maybe…

Maybe, just maybe, for today, Mitsuru could let go of herself. Maybe today, she could do something not for others but for herself. 

Mitsuru stood up and smoothed her skirt. "I need to finish some work upstairs," she said, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside. "I won't be long."

Sanemi nodded, watching her full of care and belief. "Alright, Mitsuru. Don't work too hard."

As Mitsuru ascended the grand staircase, her steps light and deliberate, she couldn't help but glance over her shoulder. Sanemi was still sitting there, content and unsuspecting. But as her eyes scanned the room, she realized that Asahi was no longer there. A chill ran down her spine, a mix of fear and anticipation.

She reached the quiet guest room. A king-sized bedroom awaited her. Her heart pounded in her chest, the weight of her actions pressing down on her. 

Moments later, the door creaked open, and Asahi slipped inside. Mitsuru's breath caught, her eyes locking onto his. He moved with a confident ease, the same arrogance that had drawn her to him in the first place.

"You're in big trouble, my friend." Mitsuru faced him with confidence, arms crossed. "I'm not going to hold back this time."

"Is that right?" Asahi snorted and walked forward with his hands in his pockets. "Let's see you try."

"Such arrogance."

The distance between them closed. Mitsuru didn't break eye-contact even as she got to her knees. Her pride was on the line. 

Her hands pulled down his pants, letting his cock bounce out. Semi-erect already. Mitsuru snorted. "Easily excited, aren't you?"

One hand was already jerking it off. The other held his balls tightly. Schlap! Schlap! Schlap! After three long strokes, his cock was ready to go. She released him and ducked underneath, coming close to his ballsack and smelling it.

'It's obscenely masculine.' The pouch radiated a heat too. It wasn't only the smell, it was an aura. No wonder he came so much. 'These things are packed.' 

"I…will admit." Above was his cock. In her eyes was his ballsack. Both were bigger than her boyfriend. Way, way bigger. It was a matter of science and measurement, really. She didn't mean to humiliate but facts were facts. "You're much bigger than my boyfriend."

Asahi visibly relaxed. "Oh yeah?"

"Much bigger…"

To demonstrate, she got out one hand and showed the distance with her index finger and thumb. Suffice to say, Asahi chuckled.

"I was being stubborn about the whole size thing." Mitsuru's fingers ran down his sack, tongue flicking out to taste it. Again, it held the cadence of a stud; of someone that was about to fuck her brains out.

That thought, for the first time today, was accepted in full by her brain.

Sanemi thought himself a good boyfriend. He was aware of the struggles Mitsuru had in her life. Being a business woman wasn't easy. Owning billions of dollars wasn't. Inheriting it wasn't easy. Being groomed since birth to be the best wasn't easy.

Nothing in his girlfriend's life was easy. That was why he hoped he offered some solace to her. 

So when he heard some strange noises, he expected her to be speaking and yelling at an idiot company's CEO. He expected to see someone get ripped apart by the great Mitsuru. A smile spread across his face. Sanemi liked seeing her dominate.

The door opened.

What Sanemi found was a sight he would never forget.

His girlfriend, Mitsuru, the heir of the wealthiest family he knew. She was on her knees, her mouth full of another man's cock. 

"H-huh?"

"Gssshkkk~!"

The noises. These were the noises he was hearing. Incomprehensible sounds of delight and cock-sucking. His stomach dropped. 'M-Mitsuru…' 

"Mmpphh~! Nngggghhhh! Pphhhhhk!" 

Mitsuru Kirijo was blowing another man. Her throat was gulping down another cock.

She went five inches back—then slam! Her nose buried itself into his pelvis, throat bulging. Then she went back again. Back, back, back till her lips were at the tip. She kissed the big cock, letting out an audible, "Mwah!"

Afterwards, her tongue swirled and her hand jerked him off from base.

The man was Asahi. The man was hung. The man was using Mitsuru in a way that even he had not, full of confidence that utterly dominated the redhead. Forcing her on her knees and keeping her there. The most prevailing thought in Sanemi's racing mind was this:

'H-holy fuck, that cock is huge!' 

He couldn't believe it. His girlfriend's hands were so small compared to the lengthy member. Her fingers were naturally lithe so to some people, it may not have been as noticeable. But for Sanemi, the boyfriend, who had stood in that very same position before, it was heartbreaking.

Especially because of the sheer magnitude of the cock. There was an aura around it, an disputable superiority. And it was his girl that was blowing the thirteen inch cock. What the fuck could he do? Whip out his barely five inch inch dick?

She transitioned from a blowjob to a handjob, her one hand doing all the work and pumping Asahi off. Schlap! Schlap! Schlap! The noises. The distance. The time it took to jerk him off. Just how big was that dick!?

'Way bigger than mine…' 

Asahi noticed Sanemi's presence and smiled. Mitsuru was puzzled and followed his gaze. Emotion filled her eyes. She didn't expect this. And yet…the emotions weren't entirely made out of fear; a strange, twisted excitement coursed through her eyes.

"What's going on here?" Sanemi's voice trembled with confusion and hurt.

Mitsuru's lips curved into a slight, almost unrecognizable smile. Sanemi felt a surge of adrenaline, simply watching her jerk him off. He didn't stop his girlfriend even though he should have. He stood there like a fucking idiot. 

"Sanemi, I…I need to tell you something," Mitsuru said, her voice low but steady. "It's like I couldn't help myself. I know it sounds pathetic, but I've always been…drawn to certain things." She licked her lips and faced Asahi's cock. She planted a kiss. "Bigger things. Bigger cocks."

Fuck. 

Those eyes. Those were the eyes of an addict. Of someone loving a cock and caring only for it. Sometimes, he saw those eyes during bed—and whenever he saw them, he knew she was his.

'Fuck, fuck, fuck!' 

Sanemi had never been the insecure type. He was confident in himself and his relationships. He was confident that he could fuck a woman to complete. But this…this changed everything.

Those eyes of hers weren't for him. The vulnerability she had reserved for Sanemi was now opened to Asahi. That cock of his was able to do that which took him months of bonding. He was using her and making her like it. He was able to stand above her and able to do so without stepping on her pride. 

That huge cock and that dangling ballsack…he couldn't possibly compete with that! He was just a normal guy who got lucky! That was all! 

"I'm a size queen. I love big cocks." Mwah! Mitsuru planted a kiss. Sanemi's balls churned. 

'She never did that with me…' 

"And…I don't think I'll be able to stop loving them."

That was when he saw a glint on the floor underneath her skirt. Mitsuru was dripping wet. Like a waterfall, she was eager for his cock. 

For some reason, it was making Sanemi pop a boner.