Sex Stories: Mr. LarsBar's Nut Factory

Summary: Erina Nakiri, Megumi Tadokoro, Ikumi Mito. The three beauties of the gourmet world whose relationship with Yukihira Soma remained ambiguous. But with you, there was nothing ambiguous. You fucked them like sluts, plain and simple.

Themes: Reader, NTR, Cucking

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Ikumi Mito, the tanned busty bitch who specialized in meat. Sexy and stubborn, after her time in Totsuki Academy, she was busy making business moves. She, Yuki Yushino, and Etsuya Eizan made a joint meat distribution business with many of the former Polaris residents having signed on as culinary advisors. It would be a slow process but eventually she would make her name throughout Japan. 

You were somebody wielding influence eclipsing even Mana Nakiri, the Bookmaster of the World Gourmet Organization, although nobody knew it. Erina Nakiri and Megumi Tadokoro, both world-class, influential chefs in their own right, were in your back-pockets. Your whores as you so unequivocally called them. Courage and Decora, first-class bookmen directly under Mana Nakiri, also bent at the sight of your cock. Even their student Anne served your whims when you commanded it. None of them knew they were connected through a secret network of yours–a web made of your cum and their juices.

Any one of them could raise or destroy a restaurant, regardless of its Michelin stars. They could prop up a business in any part of the food sector. And they didn't know it but they all served you. Meaning, if you wanted something to be done, you'd give them a creampie and they'd make it happen. Simple as that.

"So…enjoying yourself?"

Hearing your remark, Ikumi Mito snorted. Everybody knew how massive her tits were. They were literally larger than her head and she had no qualms in wearing skimpy outfits to display their size. Anyone hot-blooded individual would want to get their hands on those melons. 

The wet slopping noise of her boobs around your cock was like music. Everytime she brought them up and down, covering your length entirely. Ikumi held her flesh mounds and squeezed your cock between them. Her tits were, again, massive–enough to completely submerge your cock in her pillowy embrace. Your tip peaked out from between her mammaries and sometimes poked her chin when she brought them up but otherwise you were in heaven.

You let out a low groan and said, "Good, good. Keep it up." You put a hand on her head, fingers through her golden strings. On the couch, casually flexing an air of domination, Ikumi could do nothing except service like a common worth. Her tanned complexion was pleasant to see as it hugged your cock. Smirking, you said, "I guess they call you the Meat General for a reason."

Ikumi smirked. "Yeah, there is. Watch this." In a move so fast it was nearly a blur, she brought out a bottle of lube, squirted it between her tits, and then began smothering your cock all over again but this time with much more flexibility. She was using her tits as if they were literal pillows, molding them around the girth of your cock, focusing on particular regions. She wasn't just good, she was great. Your fingers tightly gripped her head.

Your hips bucked. Your cock twitched and lurched desperately. For a moment, Ikumi stopped as the tip of your cock once again escaped the mountain climb that was her cleavage.

"Holy shit, your cock is…" Ikumi trailed off, swallowing, eyes staring at the glans poking out. You exhaled, taking the time to recover, and could tell what she was thinking.

"Bigger than your Yukihira Soma."

"Yes," she responded immediately, before realizing what she said. "H-huh? N-no! Don't be stupid. Soma is…he's…"

She bit her bottom lip. You already knew the truth, however. You had seen it from the moment she saw your cock. You were much bigger than the redhead, it wasn't even close. In fact, it was such a vast disparity it gave Ikumi pause, like right now. 

Ikumi and Soma had slept together once, according to Megumi. It was an accident formed from alcohol and desperation but it did indeed happen. Soma didn't recall much of it but Ikumi allegedly did. She crushed on Soma hard and confided in Megumi on whether or not she should further their relationship. Perhaps tell Soma about her feelings. Unfortunately, whatever advice Megumi gave would be for naught as Soma skipped town without a word.

His actions left her confused and wanting. She knew Soma didn't skip town because of the sex–he did it because he was a stupid, overeager chef and he couldn't sit still. Even so, there was a bad taste in her mouth after the whole ordeal. That was probably why her titjob was top-notch. She was planning to impress tiny-dick Yukihira Soma with it.

But her love life wasn't the only thing she was struggling with. Her meat venture was declining. Sure, she had friends in high places but her company was slowly getting overtaken by a rival company from outside Japan. 

You, however, had connections. You could hit up the W.G.O and ask them to sponsor her. You told Ikumi as much and she offered to give her services as payment.

A titjob.

It was an opportunity you did not want to miss.

"I'm cumming!" You announced with a low grunt. Ikumi's eyes went wide as you fired off a second too late. White pearly strings shooting her chin, tainting her dark complexion. Ikumi quickly went to suck on your tip, drinking down your sperm. You throbbed and throbbed while she sucked and sucked. 

You swore under your breath as your balls emptied themselves. The pleasure was overwhelming and you were tempted to jerk your cock into your throat. You decided not to after realizing you only had a few weak spurts left.

Your cock plopped out of her mouth, twitching and spasming as it softened and retreated into her cleavage. Some of your spunk spilled onto her tits and made a mess. Ikumi looked up at you, eyes dazed and clouded in arousal, the bridge of her mouth dripping with your seed. 

"Is this…" Ikumi swallowed it. Every last bit of cum in tongue's reach. "...good enough for Rindo Kobayashi's help? You said you knew her?"

You licked your lips and said, "I do." 

Right now, however, the red bombshell was the furthest thing from your mind. Ikumi Mito, the big-titty dark-skinned meat chef, was sitting in front of you naked from the waist up, heavy knockers seemingly carrying your cum. Again, you licked your lips. You were going to rip those tiny military shorts off of her and fuck her silly. 

Ikumi Mito was yours, after all.