The bedroom was dimly lit, just the way Karina liked it. She had set up her phone on the tripod earlier, the red recording light already blinking. She stood in front of it wearing nothing but one of my oversized white shirts, the hem barely covering her thighs, hair down and messy in that effortlessly sexy way she had. Her eyes sparkled with excitement and a hint of nervousness as she looked at me.
“Ready, baby?” she asked, voice soft but already a little breathy. “I want something to watch when I’m too tired on tour. Something just for us.”
I nodded, heart racing. “Only if you’re sure. We can delete it anytime.”
She smiled and pulled me close, kissing me deeply. “I’m sure. I trust you. Now come here and fuck your girlfriend so I can remember how good you make me feel.”
The camera caught everything as I lifted her shirt over her head. Her body was perfect — toned from dance practice, breasts full and perky, nipples already hard. I cupped them immediately, thumbs brushing over the peaks as I kissed her again. Karina moaned softly into my mouth, pressing closer.
“Touch me,” she whispered. “I’ve been wet thinking about this all day.”
My hand slid between her legs. She was soaked. I rubbed her clit slowly while sucking on her neck, leaving a light mark she could hide with makeup. She whimpered, hips rolling against my fingers. I slipped two inside her, curling them just right, making her gasp.
“Look at the camera, baby,” I said, voice low. “Show them how pretty you look when you’re getting fingered.”
Karina turned her head, eyes half-lidded with pleasure as she moaned for the lens. “Feels so good… your fingers are stretching me already.”
I fingered her faster until she came, thighs shaking, a small squirt coating my hand. She kissed me hard, then dropped to her knees in front of the camera. Her hand wrapped around my cock, stroking slowly.
“Watch how much I love sucking my boyfriend’s cock,” she said directly to the phone, then took me into her mouth. The blowjob was wet and eager. She sucked hard, tongue swirling around the head before taking me deeper. Spit dripped down her chin as she bobbed, looking up at me and the camera with those famous doe eyes.
“Fuck, Karina… your mouth is perfect,” I groaned, hand in her hair but not forcing her.
She pulled off with a pop, stroking me fast. “You like when your idol girlfriend sucks you like a slut? Want to cum on my face?”
I shook my head. “Not yet. I want your tits first.”
She grinned and pressed her breasts together around my cock. The titjob was heavenly — soft, warm, and slippery with her spit. She moved them up and down, licking the head every time it appeared between her cleavage. Her eyes stayed on the camera, dirty talk flowing easily.
“Look how my tits look wrapped around his cock… you wish this was you, don’t you?”
I thrust between them, groaning. She squeezed tighter, picking up the pace until I couldn’t hold back. I came hard, thick ropes painting her chest and neck. Karina moaned, rubbing my cum into her skin like lotion, then licked some off her fingers while staring at the lens.
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We moved to the bed. Karina lay on her back, legs spread wide for the camera. “Eat my pussy, baby. Show them how you make me squirt.”
I dove in, licking her folds slowly at first, then focusing on her clit while two fingers pumped inside her. Karina’s moans were loud and unrestrained, hips grinding against my face. She came quickly, squirting against my tongue, body shaking as she cried out.
“Fuck— yes— don’t stop!”
I kept licking through it, then climbed up and slid inside her in missionary. She wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper. We fucked slow and deep at first, kissing between thrusts, her hands on my back.
“Harder,” she gasped. “Fuck me like you mean it.”
I picked up the pace, pounding into her. Her breasts bounced with every thrust. I leaned down and sucked on them hard, leaving marks while I railed her. Karina came again, pussy clenching tight as she squirted around my cock.
We changed positions constantly for the video. Doggy style, me pulling her hair and smacking her ass while she pushed back against me. “Yes— pull my hair harder, daddy!”
Reverse cowgirl, her ass bouncing beautifully as she rode me, looking back at the camera with filthy eyes. “Watch how deep he goes inside me…”
Spooning, one leg lifted high so the camera could see my cock sliding in and out of her creamy pussy. I filled her with the first creampie like this, cum leaking out as I kept thrusting.
The final rounds were wild. She rode me in cowgirl, grinding and bouncing until she squirted all over my stomach. I flipped her for deep missionary again, legs over my shoulders, pounding until I pumped another thick load deep inside her.
By the end, Karina was a beautiful mess — hair wild, body covered in sweat and my marks, pussy swollen and leaking multiple creampies. She lay on her back, legs spread, fingering herself lazily for the camera, pushing cum out so it dripped down her ass.
“Look what my boyfriend did to me,” she said breathlessly, smiling at the lens. “Filled his idol girlfriend so full. Hope you enjoyed watching.”
She blew a kiss and ended the recording.
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We lay together afterward, breathing hard. Karina curled into my chest, leg thrown over mine, tracing patterns on my skin with her fingertip. The wild energy had faded into soft, fluffy aftercare.
“That was amazing,” she whispered, kissing my jaw. “I’m going to watch this every night when I’m away. Miss you already.”
I held her closer, stroking her back. “I’ll miss you more. But we’ll make more videos when you come back. As many as you want.”
She smiled against my skin. “Good. Because I love being your naughty girl on camera.”
We stayed like that for a long time, talking quietly about her upcoming schedule, how she’d call me every night, how we’d make the distance work. The sex had been wild, but the love underneath it was what made it perfect.
Karina eventually fell asleep in my arms, body warm and content. I stayed awake a little longer, watching her peaceful face, grateful for these private moments before the spotlight took her away again.
The red recording light blinked off, but the heat in the room stayed thick. Karina lay sprawled across the bed, chest heaving, legs still slightly spread as thick cum slowly leaked from her swollen pussy onto the sheets. Her hair was a wild mess, makeup smudged, lips swollen from sucking me so eagerly. She looked thoroughly fucked and utterly beautiful.
I stopped the main recording and set the phone aside, then crawled back to her, pulling her into my arms. She immediately curled against my chest, leg thrown over mine, breathing still a little shaky.
“That was… intense,” she whispered, voice hoarse but happy. “I can already feel how full you made me.”
I kissed her forehead, stroking her back gently. “You were perfect. So fucking perfect. The video is going to drive me crazy when you’re gone.”
She smiled against my skin, tracing lazy circles on my chest. “Good. I want you to watch it every night and remember how much I love letting you use me like that.” Her hand slid lower, fingers brushing my softening cock. “But we’re not done yet. I still have a little energy left.”
We took a short break to clean up a bit, but the hunger didn’t fade. Karina grabbed the phone again and set it to record once more, this time propped on the nightstand for a side angle. “One more round. Softer this time. I want to watch us making love when I miss you the most.”
She pushed me onto my back and climbed on top, straddling me in cowgirl. This time she sank down slowly, savoring every inch until I was buried deep inside her creamy, cum-filled pussy. “Mmm… still so full from before,” she moaned, starting to roll her hips in slow, deep circles.
I reached up and cupped her breasts, squeezing them gently as she rode me. “Your tits are so perfect,” I murmured, pulling her down so I could suck on her nipples. Karina arched her back, feeding more of her chest into my mouth while grinding her clit against me.
She rode me like that for a long time — slow and sensual, eyes locked on mine. Every so often she’d lean forward and kiss me, tongues sliding together as her hips kept moving. The camera caught everything: the way her breasts bounced softly, the way her pussy stretched around my cock, the loving expressions on both our faces.
“Touch my clit,” she whispered. I did, rubbing it in steady circles while she rode faster. She came with a sweet, breathy moan, pussy fluttering around me, a small squirt coating my stomach. I held her through it, then flipped us gently into missionary.
We made love face to face, slow and deep. I thrust into her with long strokes, kissing her neck, her jaw, her lips. Karina wrapped her legs around my waist, heels digging into my back as she pulled me deeper.
“I love you,” she breathed between moans. “Love how you feel inside me… love being yours.”
I sucked on her breasts again, worshipping them while I fucked her. She came once more, nails raking down my back, another small squirt mixing with the mess between us. I followed right after, burying myself deep and pumping the last thick load into her.
We stayed connected for a long time, kissing softly, bodies pressed together. Finally, I pulled out slowly, watching my cum leak from her in thick streams. Karina reached down and rubbed it into her skin, smiling lazily at the camera.
“That’s all for now, baby,” she said to the lens, blowing a tired kiss. “Your girlfriend got properly filled before her busy schedule. Watch this when you miss me.”
She ended the recording and collapsed back into my arms. We lay there in comfortable silence for a while, my fingers gently tracing her spine.
“I’m going to miss you so much,” she whispered eventually. “The practices, the flights, the long nights… but knowing I have this video… knowing you’ll be watching me the same way I’ll be thinking about you… it helps.”
I held her tighter. “We’ll make it through. Call me every night you can. Send me pictures. And when you come back, we’ll make another video. As many as you want.”
She nodded, pressing a soft kiss to my chest. “Promise?”
“Promise.”
We eventually got up to shower together. The water washed away most of the evidence, but the pleasant ache remained. Karina leaned against me under the spray, letting me wash her hair and soap her body with gentle hands. She returned the favor, her fingers lingering on my chest and between my legs, not to start anything new, but just to feel close.
After drying off, we changed into comfortable clothes and ordered late-night food. We ate in bed, her head on my shoulder, talking about her upcoming comeback, the new choreography, how nervous but excited she was. Every so often she’d steal a bite from my plate, laughing when I pretended to be annoyed.
When the food was gone, we lay down again. Karina curled into me, leg thrown over mine, fingers intertwined with mine on her stomach.
“I love our secret nights like this,” she murmured, already drifting off. “Just you and me. No cameras except the ones we control. No schedules. Just… us.”
I kissed the top of her head. “I love it too. You make everything better, Karina. Even the hard parts of your job feel worth it because I get to have you like this.”
She smiled sleepily. “Good. Because I’m keeping you forever.”
We fell asleep like that — warm, satisfied, and completely connected. The video we made would be her private treasure during the busy weeks ahead, something to watch when she missed my touch. And I would watch it too, remembering every moan, every look, every time she came for me.
Karina was my everything. And tonight, before the spotlight took her away again, she had given me one more beautiful memory to hold onto.
Tags: Girl Penis. Masturbation, Semi Public stuff.
GOOD STUFF
You could say Minjeong was having a bad day, a terrible one, actually. Her boss had already scolded her twice for stupid things, and to top it all off, she had a terrible headache. She shouldn't have come to work that day, of course not, but she needed the money. Minjeong couldn't afford to be absent just because she had a headache; that was ridiculous. Besides, she didn't have much to do, just man the register, restock the shelves when they started to run low, and try to stop people from stealing. Although she wasn't really worried about the latter; she wasn't paid enough to have to confront someone trying to steal a bag of chips or a soda. Anyway, she had the inventory rigged so that the beers and cigarettes she took home without paying wouldn't show up, and she was sure that the little bit that was stolen during her shift wouldn't be noticed either.
She still had to pay for the bottle of aspirin, from which she took two and popped them into her mouth. The water bottle under the counter helped her swallow them easily. Damn, her headache was getting worse, and her boss hovering around the store wasn't helping. Luckily, he'd be going home in a few minutes, and she'd be in charge for the rest of the night until the next shift came to replace her in the morning. At least things always calmed down after her boss left; he was the most annoying thing right now. Usually, the most dangerous thing Minjeong had to deal with during the night shift was teenagers trying to buy alcohol with fake IDs. She'd just charge them a few extra dollars to turn a blind eye, and that was that. A little extra cash never hurt.
By the time she was halfway through her shift, Minjeong was already bored. Her boss had left her alone hours ago, and nothing memorable had happened in the store since then, only a couple of people had come in to buy things, but at least her headache was subsiding. That gave her time to check her email and messages on other apps. It wasn't that Minjeong was the most popular person online; she didn't even show her face, but she had a solid base of followers who looked forward to hearing from her from time to time.
She was dozing off behind the counter when a notification made her jump. Noticing it was the person she was expecting, Minjeong gave a silly smile before replying. It was Katarawwwwrina, her… online friend. Well, "friend" was a broad word that encompassed many people. Minjeong didn't know this girl personally; she only knew they were from the same city and that, like her, she had a penchant for posting nude photos online. That was how they had met. One day, Minjeong had stumbled across a picture of the most beautiful pair of breasts she had ever seen and had been mesmerized. She had never clicked the follow button so quickly as she did that time.
From there, it only took her a few seconds to leave a comment on the photo, an obscene one like everyone else commenting on the girl's posts. Minjeong found the photo she liked best, masturbated while looking at it, and then forgot about it. Well, at least she forgot after commenting on how much she'd come thanks to that photo; which was a nice touch in Minjeong's opinion. Apparently, the other girl thought the same, or maybe it was because she'd liked the photos Minjeong also posted, but by the next morning, she was following her back.
For Minjeong, finding that girl was extraordinary. They got along well from the start, and although Katarawwwwrina seemed shy, she turned out to be almost as perverted as Minjeong. The messages they started exchanging proved it. At first, they only commented on each other's photos, until Minjeong decided to message her privately. That was perhaps the best idea she'd had in a long time, because that's how they went from being two strangers commenting on each other's photos to friends.
From simple saying hello and suggestive compliments, they moved on to talking daily. They shared how their day was going, discussed their fetishes, watched porn together, and exchanged photos. As the weeks passed, Minjeong had a special folder on her phone for all the photos and videos Katarawwwwrina had sent her, and she suspected the girl had done the same with the content she herself had sent.
The message her friend had sent her now was to ask how her shift was going.
"Boring," Minjeong replied, reaching for the aspirin bottle once more. "Nothing's happening, and to top it all off, I have a headache."
"Maybe I have something that might cheer you up..." Something that would cheer her up? Minjeong smiled, assuming she'd send another nude photo. Even though she had plenty of those, she couldn't deny the excitement of receiving a new one each day. All this time, that internet stranger had become her favorite "friend." Sure, Minjeong exchanged photos with a few other people, but those were just casual chats that rarely led to anything more than a wank, and then she never spoke to them again. With Katarawwwwrina, things had turned out very differently. By now, she had so many photos and videos of her that she seemed to know her body almost perfectly, and of course, she thoroughly enjoyed masturbating to the content Katarawwwwrina sent her.
"I hope you like it and aren't freaked out..." The words appeared on the phone screen, followed by blushing emojis. That always made Minjeong smile; her friend's duality was incredible. She could easily be sending a close-up picture of her butt along with a suggestive message, but she'd still manage to sound shy. Still, nothing of the content they had previously exchanged could have prepared Minjeong for the video she received next.
To begin with, the video was longer than usual, much longer. Typically, they would send videos only a few seconds long, but this one stretched to several minutes. Furthermore, the framing was different from the close-ups of their bodies that they always sent. This time, the shot was much wider, showing Katarawwwwrina from her thighs up, with her back to the camera.
Before even pressing play on the video, Minjeong checked the store; it was empty. The door was closed, so the stupid little bell hanging from the door frame would alert her if anyone entered. Protected by the solitude of the night shift, Minjeong pressed play and prepared to enjoy herself. A new smile curved her lips as she noticed the underwear her friend was wearing, once again big and completely out of place with the type of video she was in. Although she would have preferred to see her completely naked, Minjeong couldn't deny that those kinds of details made the girl much more attractive. Despite being a complete pervert, she was still showing this entirely different side of herself.
By the time Katarawwwwrina started rubbing herself against the table, Minjeong had to check the door again; she was still alone in the store. That prompted her to turn up the volume; she didn't want to miss any of the sounds coming from her phone. Katarawwwwrina's moans made her instinctively cares her crotch, something the girl had been doing to her a lot lately. But she couldn't react any other way; what she was seeing fascinated her, and her eyes were glued to the screen. She didn't even bother glancing at the door anymore; all her attention was focused on what Katarawwwwrina was doing on her phone screen.
If having such a long video of Katarawwwwrina masturbating against a table was already something she wouldn't have expected, what came next left her speechless. The damp stain on the girl's underwear grew larger at an alarming rate until it became clear what was happening: it wasn't just the simple wetness of her cunt; Katarawwwwrina was peeing on camera.
The sound of urine hitting the floor made Minjeong gasp. Her eyes couldn't believe what they were seeing. Katarawwwwrina was definitely a pervert, that much was clear from day one, but she never thought she'd see her go this far. Masturbating against the table was already more than she'd seen her do, so adding pee to the mix was like taking it ten steps further. Minjeong couldn't be happier and more aroused right now.
By the time the moans and spasms took over Katarawwwwrina, Minjeong was sure she'd stained her own underwear. How could she not? What she'd just seen was the hottest thing she'd ever witnessed; no porn film could top this video, filmed especially for her. Her heart was pounding as hard as her cock was throbbing at what she'd just seen, maybe even throbbing harder now.
Minjeong had to do something about it, or she wouldn't be able to make it through her shift, let alone get home to deal with the erection bulging in her pants. But she was at the store, and as perverted as she was, she wasn't going to risk losing her job over something like this. Although, she did have another part-time job, so maybe risking losing this one wasn't such a bad idea after all.
Minjeong paced back and forth behind the counter, trying to decide what to do. Her headache was gone, Katarawwwwrina had helped with that, but now she faced an unexpected dilemma. Normally, she could control herself when her friend sent her photos during her shift, but this? This was completely different. It was a bombshell that might change everything. So much so that Minjeong was losing the battle against her more perverted side, throwing common sense out the window. There was no one in the store, so no one would see her, but there was still the security camera. Although no one actually reviewed those recordings, and they had several blind spots, Minjeong didn't want to be caught on camera masturbating at work. Absolutely not.
The sound of a new notification echoed through the room. Minjeong picked up her phone to check the message; it was her. "Didn't you like it?" Katarawwwwrina asked. Minjeong pictured her waiting for an answer, nervous about whether she'd gone too far, and that made her cock throb once more. So she quickly replied that yes, she had liked it. Damn, she'd actually loved it.
There was only one real way to make it perfectly clear how much she had enjoyed the video. Minjeong hid in a blind spot, pulled out her penis, and snapped a picture, which was quickly sent along with a short but pointed message: "This is all your fault."
Before Minjeong could get back behind the counter, a new message arrived. "Really? I was starting to think I scared you off." Again, the message came with emojis, this time smiley faces that made Minjeong laugh.
"You'll never scare me, I'm more perverted than you." Minjeong typed quickly. "Besides, you're a wonderful big whore, no one could complain about watching you pee yourself." Minjeong typed that last part without even thinking, but by the time she sat down in her chair again, she hurried to reread her message.
It was true they exchanged explicit content, absolutely, but calling her degrading names was something Minjeong had never done before. Given Katarawwwwrina's innocent duality, Minjeong wasn't sure how she would take it. It was one thing to tell her she had nice tits or that her pussy was the most appetizing she'd ever seen, that she'd like to bury her face between her buttocks and not pull it out until she'd made her come, but calling her a whore was perhaps going too far. Minjeong knew that she wasn't like that.
The response came before Minjeong could correct her mistake.
"Do you really think I'm a wonderful big whore?" The question made Minjeong's erection disappear. This time the message wasn't accompanied by any emojis, just a curt question that made Minjeong swallow hard.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." She rushed to reply. She was sure she'd messed up, ruined a wonderful moment by not being tactful enough.
"Am I a wonderful whore or not?"
Minjeong slumped back in her chair with a sigh. Unfortunately, she felt her headache return.
"Damn, you really are." Maybe she'd regret what she was about to say, but right now she only saw honesty as her only way out. "You're wonderful, you are. But it wasn't my intention, I swear."
Minjeong bit her lip, waiting for a response, but seconds turned into minutes and nothing happened. She couldn't believe how she'd messed up so spectacularly without even realizing it. She was sure that by morning, Katarawwwwrina would have blocked her.
This time the aspirin went heavily down her throat, even with the help of water. Just moments ago she'd been so aroused she felt like she was about to cum, and now she was thinking that this video would be the last she'd ever see of her friend. But why was she so upset? Katarawwwwrina and she were nothing, sure, they'd gotten pretty close, but technically they were still just two internet strangers. Two perverts who sent each other private photos and told each other how hot the other was, who masturbated to the content they exchanged, but nothing more. Although… Somehow she had become something special to Minjeong. Sure, her big tits had something to do with it, but there was something else that was now bothering her.
The phone rang, signaling what Minjeong expected to be a goodbye, but again she wasn't prepared for what came. It was a photo, a picture showing Katarawwwwrina's fleshy thighs spread open, and between them, her dripping pussy. The girl was parting her folds with two fingers, showing Minjeong how wetness had taken over her most intimate part.
"Look what you did, this is your fault." those words accompanied the photo.
Suddenly, Minjeong felt the lump in her throat loosen and sighed again. So she wasn't angry, Katarawwwwrina wasn't angry with her. If she was this wet, she couldn't have been anything but aroused by what she'd said.
"I didn't know you liked being treated like that."
"I didn't know either. I just found out now thanks to you." A smile spread across Minjeong's face as she realized she had helped her friend discover something new. "But only you are allowed to call me that." Now Minjeong's smile grew even brighter.
"So you like being a good slut and peeing yourself. I like that about you."
"Tell me more and maybe I'll show you again how wet I am."
"Are you touching yourself right now?"
"You won't know if you don't tell me what you like about me." Where had this boldness come from? Minjeong didn't know, but she liked the direction this conversation was taking.
"I like that you're such a dirty, desperate slut, so desperate for pleasure that you end up peeing all over yourself." Minjeong's erection had magically returned.
The next photo that arrived was even more explicit than the previous one. This time Katarawwwwrina was still opening her pussy, but now she was on her knees. The photo had been taken from behind.
"You're a dirty whore." Minjeong stroked her bulge again.
"Yes, I am." The cheeky creature her friend had become never ceased to impress Minjeong. She had never seen her so self-assured. "Tell me again how much you like that."
Minjeong bit her lip and was about to respond to the things Katarawwwwrina was making her feel when the doorbell rang and someone entered the shop. It was a scruffy teenager, barely taller than Minjeong herself; he was probably there for alcohol.
The girl gave him a dirty look, which he simply ignored and went to get the beers. After a while, he returned to the counter with a six-pack of Coors and a bag of chips.
"20 bucks." Minjeong almost barked, putting her phone aside.
The boy looked surprised before answering. "How can it be 20 dollars? This is a rip-off."
"Yeah! Yes! That's the price I charge kids. No, don't even try to pull out your fake ID." She said rising a finger as the boy took an ID from his pocket. "Take it or stop wasting my time."
"Okay." The boy replied, giving up faster than Minjeong expected, which was a relief because right now she was dying to keep talking to Katarawwwwrina. He put his ID away and, defeated, left some bills on the counter. Minjeong entered the correct price in the register and put the change in her pocket.
"What?!"
"And the change?"
"Tax for wasting my time, now get out!" If Minjeong could have, she would have kicked the boy out. Fortunately, that wasn't necessary because he left immediately, indignant and vowing never to shop there again.
When Minjeong picked up her phone, Katarawwwwrina had sent her two more photos, each one more explicit than the last. Damn, if her shift didn't end soon, Minjeong was going to explode or something, but she still had a few hours left. She definitely wasn't going to survive this night.
"If you keep tempting me like this, I'm going to do something stupid," Minjeong wrote, looking at the photos. A minute passed before the reply arrived.
"Do it." Accompanied by a short video. Damn, Minjeong was going to freak out.
After considering her options, she decided it was worth risking her job. Perhaps she could ask her other boss to hire her full-time and forget about this stupid store; anyway, the other job paid better.
She peeked out the door to make sure no customers were coming. No one; the street was completely empty at that hour. She bolted the door and hung up the sign that said she'd be back soon. She wasn't going to, but it didn't matter. It was better to be safe than sorry, rather than have someone banging on the door trying to get her attention.
The store's bathroom was tiny, devilishly small. A person couldn't even stretch their arms out in there, but that lack of space was working in Minjeong's favor right now. She placed her phone on the toilet tank and opened the camera. Perfect; if she leaned against the door, only her body from her knees to her chest was visible. There was absolutely no risk of her face accidentally appearing in the video.
Minjeong was so horny that she knew it wouldn't last long anyway, so she wouldn't be absent from work for long. She confirmed this when she pulled down her pants and saw how hard her cock was. It throbbed desperately in her hand and seemed to radiate a heat that spread throughout her body. She recorded a short video stroking her member and sent it. Her friend's response was some blushing face emoji.
"More." the girl demanded with a simple message, and Minjeong obeyed. This time, she tucked her shirt under her bra to show off her midriff as well; she knew Katarawwwwrina liked that, before recording a slightly longer video.
The response was swift: an equally short video of Katarawwwwrina also masturbating. Her moans could be heard in the background behind the squelching sounds coming from her cunt.
An even more stupid idea than the previous ones formed in Minjeong's head. What if… no, no, that would be too much. She couldn't ask her that right now. But if not now, when? It was the perfect moment to take her obscenities one step further, one more step.
"Hey." Minjeong typed, picking up her phone. "I have an idea. Let me know if you want to. If not, no problem." She waited a few seconds before continuing. "Can I call you? I mean FaceTime, not a regular call." For some reason, asking that question sent a shiver down her spine. What was happening to her? Normally, she was more self-assured. "You don't have to turn on your camera, just look at me."
"Like a live show?" the other girl finally asked after a long moment. "A private show?" More blushing emojis.
"That's right. Can I?" Perhaps Minjeong was more nervous this time than when she had called the other girl a slut. Watching the icon that indicated the other girl was typing disappear and reappear several times was driving her insane.
"Okay, call me." A simple message, but one that made Minjeong smile broadly.
She placed the phone back on the makeshift toilet pedestal and started the call. After a few seconds, Katarawwwwrina answered. Now her friend could see live everything she was going to do, hidden in the small bathroom at her workplace.
Once again, Minjeong leaned against the bathroom door, making sure only the important parts were on camera. She posed like that for a few seconds, displaying her erect member for Katarawwwwrina to see in all its glory. She slowly caressed her abdomen, letting one hand slide down her defined abs until it met the base of her member. "Look what you made me do," she whispered, more to herself than anything else. They had never heard each other's voices, and Minjeong wasn't sure she wanted to change that tonight.
Since she had her member at the base, she began to slowly stroke it, going all the way to the tip and back again. Her breathing became rapid, and a few sighs escaped her lips. Minjeong was thoroughly enjoying this and was sure the girl on the other end of the call was doing the same.
Her member throbbed between her fingers like it hadn't in a long time. She felt the blood pumping there and that heat engulfing her entire body. Slowly, her hand traced its length from base to tip and back again, pressing lightly to increase the friction that felt insufficient. She would have liked to do this while watching the video she'd received earlier, the dirtiest, most degenerate video the other girl had sent her. It would have been wonderful to touch herself to the rhythm of Katarawwwwrina's hips, maybe she would have even tried to synchronize their orgasms. But she had decided to put on a show and she had to fulfill her purpose; the other girl was watching her and could surely hear the sighs that escaped her parted lips.
Although there was obviously no one else in the store, Minjeong didn't want to raise her voice. She struggled to hold back the moans that threatened to die in her throat and only allowed herself to sigh. Anything else would have been pathetic; she couldn't let Katarawwwwrina see how much that video had affected her. But in reality, she was already showing it to her. What else was this if not definitive proof that the other girl was driving her crazy? That video had been a bold move that now had her locked in the bathroom at work, stroking her member so Katarawwwwrina could see her. She was already showing her how much it had affected her; there was no point in holding back any longer.
Minjeong let out the first moan, which echoed throughout the small bathroom. The cramped space amplified the sound of her pleasure, making it clear that this was serious. Her hand began to move faster, pressing a little harder. Involuntarily, Minjeong's hips began to move, even without her noticing at first, as if she were fucking her own hand.
Right now she regretted not having brought lotion to apply; she could have reached for the small bottle of lubricant she had in her backpack, but her backpack was under the counter. All she had within reach was the liquid soap on the sink, and by God, she wasn't going to use that. Gathering as much saliva as she could, she spat on her hand, once, twice, three times, until she was satisfied. Then she proceeded to spread the saliva over her length, trying to cover as much as possible.
"Damn! I wish this was your saliva..." she said this time without lowering her voice; she no longer cared if Katarawwwwrina heard her. After that, a moan took hold of her vocal cords, and she preferred not to speak anymore. It was better to let the sighs and moans communicate what she was feeling than words that couldn't encompass what she wanted to say. It was more honest to surrender to the sounds of pleasure than to utter disjointed words that meant nothing. All that was left for her was to let go and show the other girl what she had done to her.
Clenching her fist around her member, Minjeong moved her hips. Her defined abs flexed with each thrust, glistening with a layer of sweat that hadn't been there before. The wet sounds coming from her hand were masked by the more obscene sounds emanating from her mouth. The saliva was doing its job, becoming the perfect lubricant for the task at hand. Increasing the speed of her hips, Minjeong continued thrusting her hand as if her life depended on it.
Precum was already visible at the tip of her penis; the self-administered caresses were doing their work. But Minjeong didn't want to finish so soon; she was enjoying this and wanted to prolong it as much as possible. Katarawwwwrina deserved a show worthy of the one she herself had put on earlier with that naughty video. Minjeong stopped her hips and instead squeezed her dick at the base to display it in all its glory to the camera. So the other girl could see what it had done to her and how hard her dick had become. Damn, if only she had her right there, she could show it to her in person. She could feel the heat emanating from her member, feel the throbbing, and how it seemed to have a life of its own.
This time it was Minjeong's hand that moved, caressing her entire length again, masturbating at a rapidly increasing pace. Her hips remained still, letting that hand do all the work, pumping as if that were its sole purpose in life. Minjeong had fallen prey to the pleasure and lust that the other girl aroused in her, and she had no problem letting herself be drawn into that monster's lair.
Sighs, moans, and groans crowded her mouth, threatening to burst forth as her hand continued its relentless motion. Minjeong clenched her buttocks in a futile attempt to halt what she knew was inevitable. She felt her balls tighten, the heat rising in her lower abdomen. All unmistakable signs that she wouldn't last much longer. No one could if they were pleasuring themselves while thinking about that damn video.
The first spurt of semen shot from her member as a moan escaped her lips. Other delicious sounds were drawn from her mouth as more and more of Minjeong's semen sprayed everywhere, yet she was unable to stop masturbating. She didn't stop until the last drop shot out, until her balls were empty and there was nothing left inside her.
Panting, she leaned against the bathroom door and stood there trying to catch her breath. On camera, her heaving chest and still-hard member were visible, slowly softening. Minjeong glanced at her phone; the call was still in progress. Katarawwwwrina had seen everything, had seen her masturbating live and making a mess in the bathroom. That was the reward she'd gotten for that obscene video.
Feeling a bit calmer, Minjeong went to the phone and hung up. Although she would have liked to stay there and savor the delicious post-orgasmic sensations, she was still at work. Right now, she had to get back to the counter; she had to open the shop. She'd have time later to clean up the mess she'd made in the bathroom, but now she had to get back to work.
"Look what you made me do." She whispered as she left the bathroom and her phone indicated she had a new message.
A/N: On this profile we believe on Wock supremacy.
can u write a fic of ningning x f reader established relationship, reader being needy for ning all day right up until movie night and she keeps begging bc it’s aching and when ningning finally touches her it’s overwhelming, ningning talking her through it
Takin' up a good rush, don't try to fight it ☆ NYZ
Genre: smut (MDNI)
Pairing: Ningning (aespa) x fem!reader
Contents: established relationship, lowkey fluffy in the beginning, soft dom!Ningning, sub!reader, nipple play, fingering (reader receiving), oral (reader receiving), dirty talk, praising, Ningning is referred to as "unnie" (younger!reader)
Author's note: Writing this has given ME butterflies, love the synopsis anon, I should make out with you for this hehehe <3 and I'm so sorry for the delay, I've been dealing with a lot of mental burnout lately so updates have been slow :(
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"Ning unnie... please..." you whine, as Ningning gently kisses your neck, her hands moving along the curves of your body, your whines mixing with the sounds of the movie playing in the background.
It all started in the morning. It was a Sunday and thus, an off-day for both you and Ningning. You had been planning all week to go outside, maybe go to some nice restaurant, visit an attraction or two, and end the day with a movie, a rom-com perhaps. You were excited to spend some sweet quality time with your girlfriend just as she was to spend a whole day with you.
The Sunday went just as exciting as expected. You two visited a newly-opened café, had a nice brunch, Ningning laughing and nearly snorting out her milkshake as you told a funny anecdote at your workplace earlier that week and ended the brunch with a single plate of chocolate-covered waffles, Ningning feeding you while you fed her, both of your mouths covered in chocolate like a beard as you laughed. Then you two visited an aquarium, both of you in awe with all varieties of fish in different colours and sizes, it felt like watching a painting move, before later getting startled by an otter leaning against the glass pane separating it from you. Then the two of you visited the park close to your apartment, taking a stroll around, watching kids play, people walking their dogs around, but most importantly, you were holding hands as you strolled, chuckling as Ningning pointed to things that excited her. The whole experience made butterflies in your stomach flutter around like crazy, it felt so cozy, so comfortable, just two girlfriends in their element, having a fun Sunday. The day couldn't get any better yet you also craved for something deeper, more intimate. You were just too shy to ask her directly. Didn't make it any better when during the whole day out, she'd wrap her arm around your waist or grab and smack your thigh whenever she laughed hysterically.
Later that evening, you were back at home. The living room was chill, dimly lit and the smell of butter, although a little burnt, filled the air. You were on the couch when Ningning rushed in with a large bowl full of popcorn. She places the bowl on the table in front of you as she plops down next to you.
"Man, I shouldn't have waited a little longer than that," she glares at the bowl, a few burnt pieces of popcorn sticking out like a sore thumb.
"Then why did you even wait in the first place?" you nonchalantly ask as you grab a burnt piece and pop it in your mouth.
"I wanted to make sure they all popped! And besides, why are you eating the burnt piece?"
"Better eat the bad parts first before we get to the good ones," you quickly wash the taste of the burnt popcorn with some soda as Ningning switched on the television and scrolls through the options.
"How does Titanic sound? It'll be fun to watch it again," she chirps.
"Yeah, that'll be fine," you say as Ningning giggles and selects the movie. She leans against you, her head resting on your shoulder and you suddenly feel butterflies in your stomach. You quickly brush it off aside as you tried to focus on the movie.
But alas, you couldn't get your mind off of the fact that Ningning was leaning besides you the whole time, holding your arm or her hand on your thigh. Your face was burning up despite the cool air of the air conditioner brushing against your face.
"What's wrong, baby?" Ningning turns to you. You failed to realize how tensed you were to the point she could easily notice.
"It's- it's nothing, unnie!" you stammer out, hoping she would brush it off aside.
"Come on, you are stiff like a statue! You don't even seem feverish to me," she presses her palm against your forehead, checking for a sign of fever, "just tell me what's wrong."
You knew you were cornered, so you sigh and say, "unnie, I really need you so bad. All day I've been wanting it!"
"Oh?" Ningning's expression shifts, "why didn't you tell me earlier, baby? You know that unnie will never say 'no' to you, right?"
"I guess so... maybe I was too shy," you turn away from her, your face now burning out of embarrassment.
"Face me, baby," Ningning gently grabs your jaw and turns your face towards her. You whimper a little cause you were already so needy and Ningning's touches and words are not making it any better, "my god, you're red! Was my baby so needy?"
You whine and nod before Ningning tells you to speak up. "Yes, unnie..." you barely whisper out, face turning redder from the embarrassment.
"Oh sweetie, let me help you then," Ningning then leans closer to kiss you. You sigh the instant your lips touch, as her hands roam around your body.
She lets go of the kiss and helps you remove your shirt before placing it next to you as she reaches down to your neck, her hands now resting on your breasts, her thumbs circling your nipples through the fabric. You moan as you feel her teeth sink into that sweet spot on your neck, before her tongue swirls around that bite mark.
"Ning unnie... please..." you whine, as Ningning gently kisses your neck, her hands moving up and down along the curves of your body, your whines mixing with the sounds of the movie playing in the background.
You feel her hands reach your back as she unclasps your bra, freeing your breasts, your nipples hardening in the cold air. She takes her sweet time taking each nipple in her mouth and sucking them one by one as her hands travel to the waistband of your shorts and tugs them down along with your panties, your pussy now in contact with the cold air. Her mouth is still attached to one of your breasts as her hand reaches down to your core.
"My god, you're so wet!" her hand grazes your sensitive cunt as she lets go of your breast. Your cunt twitches a bit as her fingers gently glide around your folds, collecting the slick from it and spreading it around, paying extra attention to your swollen, throbing clit.
"Unnie, it tingles," you whimper as you feel your core ache, burn with need, before Ningning shushes you as she pats your hair with her free hand.
"Don't worry, sweetie, unnie's got you," Ningning then reaches down to between your legs, spreading them apart a bit further before kissing your inner thighs. She then plants a kiss to your clit as you whimper louder.
"Shush, baby, just relax, okay?" she then inserts her tongue into your cunt before shoving it in and out while one hand lets go of your thigh and her thumb starts circling your clit. Out of instinct, you grab onto Ningning's hair, having it in a death grip. She groans as she continues tongue-fucking you, so you let go of her hair and grip the armrest of the couch.
"You taste so sweet, baby, I love it," she then lets go of your cunt before her tongue starts swirling around your clit and her fingers then dip into your opening before thrusting inside. This switch-up is more overwhelming than before as you grab a pillow and bite into it, trying to stifle your moans even if they still sound loud, albeit a little muffled. Ningning chuckles as her other hand lets go of your other thigh and reaches up to your nipple, circling, flicking or lightly pinching them. You nearly cry from the overwhelming sensation as you feel your orgasm approaching.
"Unnie, I'm so close," you sob a little.
"Come for me, baby, let it all go," Ningning coos before giving your clit a hard suck, making you arch your back, while her fingers repeatedly hit that one spot inside you that makes you see stars.
Before you know it, you squirt all over Ningning's mouth, gasping out loud before leaning back on the couch, panting. Ningning then gets up before kissing you, making you taste yourself on her lips. She pulls out of the kiss with a smile before asking, "you did well, honey, do you need water?"
You nod while Ningning walks to the kitchen before returning moments later with a glass full of water. With shaking hands, you try to take the glass but she helps you hold the glass steadily before bringing it to your lips. You nearly gulp the entire glass down in one go as Ningning picks up your shirt and hands it to you.
"Wear it, I don't want you catching a cold," you place the glass next to you on the couch as she helps you wear your shirt, forgetting that the room was chill after sweating so much from the events a few minutes prior. Your eyes then turn to the TV, the screen now showing the end credits.
"Oh shit, I forgot to pause the movie," Ningning chuckles as she switches off the TV, "but it's okay, we'll watch it later, but first..." Your eyes then dart to Ningning who turns to you with a sly smirk.
"Since unnie helped you with your neediness, don't you think you should return the favour as well?"
You turn a bright red as your lips curl into a shy smile, trying not to giggle. You happily nod as you lean in to kiss Ningning. Oh it was going to be a long night.
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Reporter Karina plays dirty to get the intel from Businessman Walter..
Aespa Karina X Male OC..
The newsroom buzzed with the usual chaotic energy of a Monday morning, but the atmosphere inside Editor Park's office was decidedly different. Karina stood before his desk, her hands clasped tightly behind her back, her white shirt straining slightly across her generous chest with each breath she took. Her blue jeans hugged her round, firm ass, and her tie hung straight and proper down her torso.
Editor Park slammed his fist on the desk, making the coffee cups rattle. "Is this a joke, Karina?" he bellowed, his face turning an alarming shade of red. He grabbed the stack of papers she had submitted, her article about the award ceremony held last week, and waved them in the air like a flag of surrender. "Minimal details? You call this journalism? I've seen grocery lists with more substance!"
Karina flinched but kept her composure, her jaw tightening. "Sir, I tried to get more information, but the security was tight and the attendees were tight-lipped. I did my best with what I had access to."
"Your best?" he sneered, standing up so violently that his chair scraped against the floor. "Your best is pathetic. Do you know how many reporters would kill for your position? Do you?" Without warning, he threw the papers directly at her face. The sheets fluttered and scattered, some hitting her cheek, others falling to the floor around her feet.
Karina stood frozen, fury burning hot in her chest, her fingers curling into fists at her sides. She wanted to scream, to throw something back, to tell him exactly where he could shove his job. But she held it. She held it because she needed the paycheck, because she had worked too hard to let it all crumble in a moment of righteous indignation.
Editor Park sat back down, breathing heavily. "Listen carefully," he said, his voice dropping to a dangerous calm. "You have one final chance. One. Walter, the American businessman, is in Gangwon province right now. Nobody knows why he's here. Everyone says it's for company expansion, but nobody has confirmed shit. You go there, you find out the real reason, and you bring me something worth printing. If you come back with another pile of fluff like this," he gestured contemptuously at the papers on the floor, "you're done. Do you understand me? Finished. This is your last shot, Karina."
She bent down slowly, picking up the papers from around her feet, her movements deliberate and controlled. "I understand," she said quietly, her voice trembling slightly with suppressed rage. "I'll get the story."
"Get out," he dismissed her with a wave of his hand.
Karina walked out of the cabin, closing the door behind her with exaggerated gentleness. The moment she was in the hallway, she reached up and loosened her tie, pulling it slightly askew. Her fingers moved to the top button of her white shirt, undoing it with a swift, angry motion. She leaned against the wall, closing her eyes.
"That arrogant, incompetent, miserable bastard," she whispered to herself, her chest heaving. "This is the final thing I'm doing for this goddamn paper. After this, I'm done. I'm quitting this fucking job and never looking back. I swear to God, I will burn this tie and never wear another one as long as I live."
She pushed off the wall and stalked toward the elevator, her mind already shifting gears. She knew the stakes. She knew that Walter was a fortress of privacy, a man who didn't disclose his intentions to anyone. She also knew that traditional journalism wasn't going to crack this nut. If she wanted the story, she was going to have to play dirty.
By evening, Karina had packed a small bag with essentials and stood outside the office building, hailing a cab. The sun was setting, painting the Seoul sky in hues of orange and purple as she slid into the backseat and gave the driver the address in Gangwon province. It was a long drive, nearly two hours, and she used that time wisely.
First, she reached up and removed the clip holding her dark hair in a professional bun. She shook her head, letting the silky strands cascade down past her shoulders, framing her face in a way that was decidedly more sensual than professional. Then, slowly, carefully, she reached underneath her white shirt, her fingers finding the clasp of her bra at the back. She unhooked it with practiced ease, then pulled the straps down her shoulders one by one, extracting the garment completely and shoving it into her bag. She adjusted herself, feeling the immediate difference, the way her large, heavy breasts now moved more freely beneath the thin cotton fabric.
She pulled out her compact mirror and reapplied her makeup, darkening her eyeliner to create a smoky, seductive look, adding a deeper shade of red to her lips. As the cab entered the winding roads of Gangwon province, signaling they were close to the luxury estate where Walter was staying, she took out her water bottle.
Karina unscrewed the cap and poured a small amount of water into her palm. She looked down at her chest, then deliberately sprinkled the water across the front of her white shirt, targeting the area just above her breasts and along her collarbone. The water darkened the fabric, making it cling to her skin. She added more, letting it trickle down her neck, creating a glistening, just-out-of-the-shower appearance that was undeniably provocative. The wet fabric became semi-transparent, and her nipples, already hard from the cool air conditioning and her own nervous excitement, were now clearly visible as dark peaks straining against the damp cotton. She wanted this. She wanted him to look.
The cab pulled up to the imposing gates of the estate. Karina paid the driver, grabbed her bag, and stepped out. The building was magnificent, a modern glass and steel structure nestled in the mountains. She didn't bother checking in at the reception desk; instead, she walked briskly toward the main entrance, hoping to catch Walter as he entered or exited.
She was walking fast, her heels clicking against the pavement, her mind racing with possible opening lines, when she turned a corner and collided hard with a solid wall of a man. The impact knocked the wind out of her, and she stumbled backward, her bag flying from her shoulder, the papers she had brought scattering across the ground like confetti. She fell hard on her ass, her skirt riding up slightly, her hair falling across her face. She was a complete mess.
"Watch where you're going," a deep voice rumbled above her.
Karina looked up, pushing her hair from her eyes, and found herself staring into the face of Walter himself. He was even more imposing in person, tall and broad-shouldered, with sharp features and dark eyes that assessed her with cool calculation. Immediately, two bodyguards moved forward, reaching for her arms to haul her away.
"Get her out of here," one of them said gruffly.
"Wait," Walter held up a hand, his voice commanding and calm. The bodyguards froze. Walter crouched down, his expensive suit jacket straining across his shoulders, and extended a hand to help her up. His grip was firm and warm as he pulled her to her feet with effortless strength.
"Are you alright?" he asked, his eyes meeting hers.
Karina's heart hammered against her ribs. "Yes, yes, I'm fine. I'm so sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going."
Walter's gaze dropped to the ground where her belongings had scattered. He bent down and picked up her press ID card, turning it over in his fingers. "Karina," he read aloud, looking at her photo and then back at her face. "You're a reporter."
She reached out and took the card from his hand, her fingers brushing against his. "Yes. Karina, from the Seoul Daily. I just need to ask you a few questions, Mr. Walter. It won't take long, I promise."
The bodyguards stepped forward again, inserting themselves between them. "Mr. Walter isn't interested in interviews," one said sternly. "You should leave now, miss. This is private property."
"Please," Karina begged, her voice taking on a desperate, pleading tone. She looked past the bodyguards to Walter, her eyes wide and imploring. "Just five minutes. That's all I need. Please."
Walter stood there, silent for a moment, his eyes doing a slow, deliberate scan of her body. He started at her face, moved down to her neck where the water still glistened, then lower to her chest. His gaze lingered on her breasts, noting the way the wet fabric clung to them, the distinct outline of her nipples pressing against the shirt. He continued downward, taking in her narrow waist, the curve of her hips in the tight blue jeans, her long legs. When his eyes returned to her face, they paused on her lips, which were parted slightly, red and full and glistening in the evening light, looking as though they were begging for his touch.
"Stand down," Walter said quietly to his bodyguards. They hesitated, then stepped back. "Karina, was it? You may ask your questions."
The bodyguards exchanged glances but retreated several paces, giving them space but remaining within shouting distance.
Karina let out a breath she didn't know she was holding. "Thank you," she said, bending down to gather her scattered papers with trembling hands. Once she had them clutched to her chest, she looked up at him. "I just need to know why you've come to Korea, specifically to Gangwon province. There are rumors about company expansion, but there's also speculation about a private project. Can you confirm the nature of your visit?"
Walter smiled, a slow, knowing expression that didn't quite reach his eyes. "Business is always expanding, Karina. As for specific projects, I prefer to keep certain ventures private until they are officially announced. Premature disclosure can be... problematic."
"But can you give me anything specific? A timeline? A sector?" she pressed, taking a small step closer.
He took a step closer as well, invading her personal space. She could smell his cologne, expensive and woody. "Your shirt is wet," he observed, his voice dropping to a lower, more intimate register. "That's a dangerous thing to wear in the mountain air. You might catch cold."
Karina felt her cheeks flush, but she maintained eye contact. "I... I spilled some water. Accidentally."
"Accidentally," he repeated, the word rolling off his tongue like a caress. "And your hair, it's usually up, isn't it? Reporters usually keep it professional. Tied back. Neat."
"I wanted to be comfortable for the drive," she said softly, looking down at her shoes, then back up at him through her lashes.
"Comfortable," he mused. "Is that why you also removed your bra, Karina? To be comfortable?"
Her breath hitched. She hadn't expected him to be so direct, so observant. "I..."
Walter reached out, his hand hovering near her collar, not quite touching her skin. "You're playing a dangerous game, little reporter. Coming here like this. Asking questions you know I won't answer. Showing up looking like... this." His eyes burned into hers. "Tell me, is the story worth that much to you?"
Karina swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly dry. "I need this story," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "But maybe... maybe I need something else too."
He studied her face for a long moment, searching for deception, finding none. Then he leaned in close, his breath warm against her ear. "Well... I could waste some of my hours for you."
Karina looked at him, her pupils dilated, her lips parted. The unspoken agreement hung heavy in the air between them.
The scene shifted to the hotel bedroom, a lavish suite with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the mountains. The city lights twinkled below, but neither of them was looking at the view.
Karina was on top of Walter, straddling his lap as he sat on the edge of the massive bed. She had lost her pants somewhere between the door and the bed, her underwear discarded in a crumpled heap on the floor. Walter had removed his shirt, revealing a sculpted torso, defined muscles rippling across his chest and abdomen, his skin warm and smooth beneath her touch. Karina's white shirt was still on, though it was unbuttoned and hanging open, revealing the valley between her breasts.
She sat on his lap, feeling the hard length of him through his trousers, grinding down slightly as he attacked her neck with his mouth. His lips were hot and demanding, trailing kisses up the column of her throat, his tongue darting out to taste her skin. He sucked at the moist sheen on her shoulders, his teeth grazing the tendon there, making her gasp and arch her back. His hands roamed up her sides, slipping under the open shirt to grip her waist.
"So do you still want any information..?" he asked mid-kiss, his voice muffled against her collarbone, his tone teasing and arrogant.
Karina growled, a low sound of frustration and desire. She pushed him back roughly, her hands flat against his chest, shoving him down onto the mattress. She leaned over him, her hair creating a curtain around their faces, her eyes blazing with lust and defiance. "Shut the fuck up and suck my tits," she commanded.
Walter's eyes darkened with arousal at her vulgarity. He reached up with both hands and roughly pulled her shirt down her shoulders, exposing her completely. Her breasts were magnificent, large and heavy with dark pink nipples that were already hard and aching for attention. He cupped them in his large hands, feeling their weight, their softness, his thumbs brushing over the sensitive peaks.
"Beautiful," he murmured, then lifted his head and took one nipple into his mouth.
Karina cried out, her head falling back, her hands gripping his hair. He sucked hard, his tongue flicking rapidly against the hardened bud, his other hand kneading her other breast, pinching and rolling the nipple between his fingers. She moaned loudly, rocking her hips against him, feeling the friction of his clothed erection against her bare, wet pussy.
Walter switched to the other breast, giving it the same treatment, sucking and nibbling until she was panting and writhing above him. Then, with a sudden burst of strength, he flipped them over. He pinned her to the bed, her back hitting the soft mattress, and ripped her shirt the rest of the way off. Buttons flew across the room, pinging against the furniture, the fabric tearing with a satisfying sound. She lay beneath him completely naked, her body bare and vulnerable and glorious.
Her skin was smooth and creamy, glowing in the dim light of the room. Her breasts heaved with each breath, the nipples glistening from his mouth. Her waist nipped in before flaring out to generous hips, her thighs parted to reveal the glistening pink folds of her sex, shaved bare and dripping with arousal. Her stomach was flat and soft, her navel a perfect little indent. Her arms were slender but toned, her neck long and elegant. She was a vision of feminine sexuality, spread out like a feast before him, something she had never expected to be, never expected to feel this raw, this exposed, this desperate for a man she had just met.
Things got a bit too dirty.
Walter reached over to the side table and pulled open the drawer, retrieving a foil packet. He tore it open with his teeth and pulled his pants down, kicking them off along with his boxer briefs. His cock sprang free, thick and long and heavy, the tip already leaking with pre-cum. He rolled the condom down his length with practiced ease.
Karina watched him, her eyes hooded with desire. She brought her fingers to her mouth and slowly, deliberately, licked them, her tongue swirling around the digits, her eyes locked on his. Then she reached down between her legs and spread her folds with her wet fingers, showing him exactly how ready she was, enticing him by spreading her legs wide open, her knees bent and feet flat on the mattress.
Her pussy was fully exposed, the inner lips pink and swollen, glistening with her juices that had dripped down to wet the sheets beneath her. She was dripping, literally dripping for him, her clit a hard little pearl peeking out from its hood, begging for attention.
He hopped back onto the bed, crawling between her spread thighs, and positioned himself at her entrance. In one smooth, powerful thrust, he entered her in the missionary position, filling her completely, stretching her walls around his girth. Karina screamed, her back arching off the bed, her nails digging into his shoulders. He placed his body fully on top of her, crushing her tits beneath his chest, his weight pressing her into the mattress while he licked her neck roughly, his tongue dragging up from her collarbone to her jaw, sucking at her pulse point.
He began to move, pulling out slowly before slamming back in, setting a punishing rhythm. The bed creaked beneath them, the headboard banging against the wall. Karina wrapped her legs around his waist, her heels digging into his lower back, urging him deeper. He shifted his angle slightly, and suddenly he was hitting that perfect spot inside her, making her see stars.
"Fuck, yes, right there," she moaned, her head thrashing side to side on the pillow.
Walter sat back on his heels, grabbing her ankles and pushing them up toward her head, folding her in half. He looked down at where they were joined, watching his cock slide in and out of her tight, wet heat, glistening with her arousal. He pounded into her harder, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room, mixed with their heavy breathing and her keening moans. Her breasts bounced with each thrust, the flesh rippling, her nipples hard points begging for more touch.
He released her legs and flipped her over onto her stomach. Karina got onto her hands and knees, presenting her ass to him, her back arched like a cat in heat. He gripped her hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh, and entered her from behind in the doggy style position. The new angle allowed him to go even deeper, hitting places she didn't know existed. He reached around and grabbed her tits, using them as handles to pull her back onto his cock, squeezing the soft mounds, pinching the nipples hard enough to make her cry out.
"You're so fucking tight," he grunted, his hips snapping against her ass, watching her flesh jiggle with each impact. "So wet for me. Is this how you get all your stories, Karina? You fuck for them?"
"Only... only for the important ones," she gasped, pushing back against him, meeting his thrusts.
He slapped her ass hard, leaving a red handprint on her pale cheek, then smoothed the sting with his palm. He continued to fuck her relentlessly, his stamina seemingly endless, his cock hitting her cervix with each deep thrust.
Finally, he pulled out and lay on his back, pulling her on top of him. Karina straddled him in the cowgirl position, her thighs trembling as she positioned herself above his rigid length and sank down slowly, inch by inch, until she was fully seated on him, her pussy stretched wide around his girth. She threw her head back, her hair tickling her lower back, her hands braced on his chest for leverage.
She began to ride him, rolling her hips in slow, sensual circles, grinding her clit against his pubic bone with each downward motion. Walter reached up and grabbed her breasts, massaging them, his thumbs flicking over the sensitive nipples. He thrust up to meet her, their bodies moving in perfect synchronization, the sweat making their skin slick and shiny.
"Touch yourself," he ordered, his voice rough with command. "I want to see you touch your clit while you ride my cock."
Karina obeyed, her right hand sliding down between her legs, her fingers finding her swollen clit. She rubbed tight, fast circles around the sensitive nub, her other hand pinching her own nipple, her eyes locked on his. The dual sensation of being filled by him and touching herself sent her spiraling toward the edge. She rode him faster, bouncing up and down, her tits bouncing wildly, the bed shaking violently.
"I'm going to come," she warned, her voice high and breathy. "I'm going to come so hard."
"Come for me," he growled, his hips pistoning up into her. "Come on my cock, you dirty girl."
His words pushed her over the edge. Karina's orgasm crashed through her like a tidal wave, her pussy clamping down on him in rhythmic spasms, her whole body convulsing. She screamed his name, her back arching so severely that her breasts thrust toward the ceiling, her fingers never stopping their assault on her clit as wave after wave of pleasure radiated through her.
Walter felt her coming around him, felt her muscles milking his cock, and he couldn't hold back any longer. He gripped her hips hard enough to bruise and thrust up into her one final time, burying himself to the hilt, his own orgasm ripping through him. He groaned long and low, his cock pulsing inside the condom, filling it with his hot release.
Karina collapsed forward onto his chest, both of them panting and sweating and trembling. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close, still inside her as they both came down from the high. Neither spoke for a long time, the only sound in the room their labored breathing and the distant hum of the city below.
Eventually, he lifted her off him gently and disposed of the condom. He pulled her into his arms, spooning her from behind, his hand cupping her breast possessively as they both drifted off into an exhausted, sated sleep.
The next morning, sunlight streamed through the windows, casting golden rays across the rumpled sheets. Karina slowly opened her eyes, blinking against the brightness. She was lying on her side, covered with a soft blanket that had been draped over her naked body during the night. She was fully naked beneath it, her body deliciously sore in places she had forgotten could ache.
She looked around the room, noting that Walter was gone, probably off to whatever mysterious business had brought him to Korea in the first place. On the pillow beside her was a business card with a handwritten note on the back. She picked it up and read it, a slow smile spreading across her face.
Karina pulled the blanket higher around her shoulders and chuckled, the sound low and satisfied and full of secrets. She had gotten her story after all, though perhaps not the one her editor had expected. And she had a feeling this wouldn't be the last time she played dirty to get what she wanted.
Male Reader x IVE's Kim Gaeul, BabyMonster's Enami Asa, IVE's Jang Wonyoung, aespa's Karina Yoo Jimin, ITZY's Shin Yuna, fromis_9's Baek Jiheon
~10k words
Part 1: LUXE: Pink Fantasy
A/N: Pure Smut. This was released on Fanprose yesterday, but I figured to let you guys in Tumblr read it early too! Please do support me on Fanprose <3
Also, part 1 was written close to when I debuted, so the difference in writing styles will be quite jarring. I've been changing after all, 🙂↕️.
“It’s been a while since you’ve come, Sir.”
Asa towers over you. The outline of her puffy folds is stretched tight across the fabric between her thighs — or at least the outline you imagine.
“Did you not like the time we’ve spent together?” Gaeul asks, drawing a small whimper from you with a languid pull. A pull on your cock, of course. There’s nothing else that can make you moan this way—fuck—except maybe the slow push of her hand down your length, or the occasional flick of her small, tantalising tongue swiping whatever bead of liquid sin leaking from your slit.
You’re under a special kind of torture. It reminds you of the ancient water-drip method, only instead of water it’s Asa’s pussy juice. Sweet, glistening nectar that soaks her panties, coalescing on the damp patch, then falls. The drips never stop. You swear the rate is increasing, subtle but steady, as she grows more aroused watching Gaeul play with the meaty stick in her hands. Coupled with the fact that your limbs are locked by imaginary shackles of their words, you’re in utmost anguish that you cannot pull her down and stuff your face full of her pussy the way you’re aching to.
“It’s really interesting, isn’t it?” Asa says, lowering her essence-saturated snatch as she squats down, her wet desirable heat hovering just barely above your nose, smothering you with a thick fog of her filthy mocking stench.
“Sometimes I really wonder why,” Gaeul sighs. She presses her tongue flat on your balls, drawing a broad, slow stroke up the underside of your cock to the tip. Her hands join in, twisting upwards like she’s wringing out a towel. “Care to tell us?”
You let out a helpless grunt as Gaeul toys with your cock, taking her precious time to twist and pump her favourite piece of meat, eagerly extracting out copious amounts of cock juice with a languid smirk.
“I was short on funds,” you manage, your toes curling at the ecstatical pleasure flowing through your body. “I could only affor—”
Asa slams her full weight onto your face, muffling your oh-so-pathetic mouth. She grinds her hips down, stuffing your words right back into your throat, along with the juices that you have been craving since the session began. No, since the first and only time you had them.
“Excuses,” Asa sneers, reaching her hands down, spreading her palms across your body. She roams your entire body, tracing the contours of your chest, fingers dancing around everywhere except the places you want most. Then—
One flick. Two flicks. Each one accompanied with jerks of your hips.
“Needy little boy, aren’t you?”
Asa taunts you, controlling the throbs in your cock with every flick of your nipple-switches. She squeezes them lightly, taking care to pinch it just enough that they’re blushing from the enthralling tease.
“But here’s what we think,” Gaeul coos, exhaling a warm heat over your tip as she whispers your sins. “You’re a fucking liar.”
She takes your cock by the root and slaps it against her own face, punishing herself, or maybe just indulging in the thing she’s been craving — your big, fat, pussy-distending cock. You know she missed this as much as you missed her.
“If you were sooo poor,” Gaeul bubbles, blowing fresh saliva all around over the head and smearing the sex filth around her pouty lips, “you could have saved enough from two months of sessions.” She paints a glossy target of slime around her mouth, marking exactly where she might let your woman-fertilising batter land, if she ever feels gracious.
“Four months. Four months without my mouth wrapped around this delicious cock.” Gaeul whacks your cock on her face, using the tender force to apply a natural shade of blush on her cheek. “Did you like them so much?”
You try to answer, but Asa snaps her hips and drives her cunt harder onto your tongue, sliding your soft muscle between her folds. The only reply you can give is wet slurps and desperate swallows, drinking her juices like it’s the last thing your body needs.
“Fuck, I really missed this cock,” Asa mewls. She pushes Gaeul aside, leans down and stuffs you into her mouth, greedily gobbling all of Gaeul’s spit and mouth filth like it’s the richest sauce on the finest A5 wagyu steak.
Asa’s weight on your face eases a little as she devours your cock, allowing you one desperate, merciful breath. But before you can say anything of semblance, Gaeul circles around and aids, planting her hands on Asa’s hips, forcing the soaked cunt back down onto your mouth again.
“He’s awfully close already,” Gaeul mocks gently, rocking Asa’s hips up and down your small little cunt stabbing tongue. “Should we let him cum?”
Asa muffles around your cock with her lips sealed tight, sliding up and down your swollen length that was inevitably loaded full of cum, courtesy of you two smoking hot mistresses.
“Thought so,” Gaeul whispers against your ear. “Let me ask you this. Do you like those four sluts better than us?”
You shake your head vehemently to deny the accusation, but it conveniently draws out a sudden splash of hot slick as Asa squirts on your face.
“What a pandering answer. Words are empty, my dear boy. Perhaps you should prove it with actions instead.”
She gives Asa’s ass a sharp slap, signalling for her to get off you.
When you’re finally released, your face is stained, your cock is soiled, and both your lungs and you cock pant are panting for mercy — one for air, the other for release. You’re finally allowed a benevolent suspension of pleasurable torture; a foreplay of what’s to come.
Asa and Gaeul walk to the side, sitting down on the lush black couch. They swing one leg over the other, hiding their cunts from view. They rest their heads lazily against the armrests.
“Come in.”
The doors open.
The doors open. Four figures in pink step into the overwhelming red of the room. Four pink ladies that were your sin for each of the last four months. The pink on their bodies is a stark contrast to the overwhelming red of the room, so much so that it seems to offend your two mistresses.
“Since you claim that they aren’t better than us,” Asa says, “you’re going to prove it.”
“H-How?” you stutter.
Wonyoung breaks off from the group, walking straight towards you.
“Don’t you dare cum.”
Asa’s sharp words stab into your ears, popping any thoughts of cumming your brains out today. You look at the two women glaring at you, their red outfits serving to stress their anger.
“Hey, pretty boy~”
Wonyoung drops to her knees between your spread legs, cock at full mast and ever ready to re-experience the wondrous cock sucking you got the last time. The tight, shimmering pink top clings to her milky white skin; her long hair tied into a high ponytail. All for you to yank when she’s gobbling your cock like a whore.
“Did you miss these luscious lips?” Wonyoung teases, pressing her nose to your cock. She pushes her face down, pinning the hard, drooling length against your stomach, letting you leak uselessly into your navel while she inhales your sex scent like she’s starving.
You grunt impatiently, revelling in the dull friction as Wonyoung rubs her face along your shaft like a little kitten in heat. Her big doe eyes look up at you, lips curling into a smiling pout when she feels your shiver.
“I’m going to break you like I did last time, Sir.”
Wonyoung smirks and pulls up a little, letting your cock bob free. She marvels at the meat tower, feeling the heat radiating to her lips with drunken eyes, then descends.
Your eyes roll to the back of your head. Your brain shivers in micro spasms as her soft lips stretch around you and glide down, running over every ridge, treading over every vein.
All the way down, right to the root.
She is exactly as you remember: the best cock-sucker you’ve ever paid for. You know the answer you gave to Gaeul was a lie. Each of the four ladies has her own speciality. But today you cannot disappoint your mistresses.
You cannot cum.
“You can’t cum, okay?” Wonyoung says when she pulls back up. “Make sure you don’t. Otherwise, I’ll be very, very disappointed.”
She gives you a small wink and dives back down, enveloping you with her throat as she takes you deep. Her oesophagus dilates in a manner that’s both restricting and accommodating at the same time — trained from endless years of cocksucking, or a natural born talent, it doesn’t matter.
She’s a cock-guzzling whore of the highest tier.
She violates herself on your length, beating the voice box hidden deep within her throat. She punches out wet garbles and pounds out glugs out from her own throat, swirling her tongue over the head every time she rises for a breath. Within moments her mouth-slop has already flooded your entire cock, flowing down your balls, cascading over your inner thighs. She scrubs the walls of her throat with your cock like she’s brushing her teeth, trying to replace every drop of her saliva with your precum. She knows that’s impossible, but she continues nonetheless.
Her cock blowing is mind blowing, to say the least.
Your hands twitch instinctively to grab her head, but you force them still. You will not help her make you cum.
Asa and Gaeul have already stood and walked over.
“Feeling good, aren’t you?” Asa asks. “Bet you wish you could dump everything down this cock-whore’s throat.”
Wonyoung keeps working her mouth on your cock, bobbing her throat-fucks onto you like the cum disallowing warning earlier never existed. Her anti-smudge makeup is already failing; pinkish-red gloss smears across the skin around her lips.
“How amusing, pretty boy,” Gaeul says from behind Wonyoung. She bends forward and grabs Wonyoung’s ponytail by the end, wrapping it twice around her fist.
She yanks it hard.
Wonyoung’s head is ripped off your cock. You groan disappointingly at the sudden loss of heat. You hear her gasp for air, hands clawing for you again, but Gaeul pulls her high, holding her head up like a toy.
“Tell us the truth,” Gaeul growls. “Or we walk out right now and leave you like this.”
You shake your head and refuse to say anything. You know that if you do, the entire carefully built lie will collapse.
“Then I guess we’ll just make you cum.”
Gaeul nods at Asa. Asa steps in and settles beside Wonyoung. She grabs her head with both hands and forces it back down hard, impressing her onto your cock. Asa treats Wonyoung’s head like a useless piece of ball, grinding it on you, letting you plunge deeper into her throat, deeper than Wonyoung ever managed on her own.
Gaeul yanks the ponytail up; Asa slams it back down. They repeat this with ease, using Wonyoung’s skull like a sleeve.
Glug. Glurk. Gluck.
The red room fills with the wet, choked music of a throat being ruined. Wonyoung’s face is already destroyed. Her mascara and lipstick have long been smeared into a black-and-red mask as her throat continues to be brutalised, mixing together to form a colour of addiction and contentment. Snot, saliva and tears are wrenched out in explosive bursts, spraying messily all around. Asa wipes them across her face with one hand while the other keeps her gullet plugged to the hilt, as if the cock itself can protect her from further degradation.
Clurk. Gluck. Clrk. Qwark. Glug.
Consonants of Gs become Cs and Qs.
You try to hold on. You try so hard.
But the sight of her ruined face, the relentless wet, sloppy heat of her convulsing, the way Gaeul and Asa controls and abuses Wonyoung’s head, turning her into nothing but a toy — it breaks you.
Your cock swells violently, and a broken, helpless sound tears out of you.
“Ah—fuck—I’m—”
You try to pinch your thighs, hoping that the sharp pain will reset your cum meter, but it’s too late.
The first thick pulse fires straight down Wonyoung’s violated throat. Then another. And another. You cum so uncontrollably hard, and it’s so equally wanted and unwanted. Asa and Gaeul keeps her head locked in place, forcing her to take every spurt while she gags and swallows like the champion she claims to be. A failed champion, she is, because it ultimately overflows, cum and spit pouring from the corners of her mouth and running down your balls as your two mistresses hold her there until her throat wrings and milks the last weak twitch out of you.
The Failed Cock Sucking Champion taps on your thigh for mercy as your cock asphyxiates her, and only then do your mistresses let her pull off. Wonyoung collapses backwards, coughing out chokes and some of your cum, but she quickly swipes it back into her greedy mouth with her hands and tongue. Her face is a glistening wreck, looking up at you with blood-tinged watery eyes and a dazed, filthy smile.
Asa wipes a stray drop of cum from her own wrist and looks at you in disgust.
“Well,” she says softly. “So much for don’t you dare cum”.
Gaeul pushes Wonyoung to the side and shoos her off, before squatting beside your face. “Tell us. Did you lie?”
You cover your eyes with your hand, chest heaving as you try to recover.
“I did,” you confess. “I wanted to know how good the other girls were. If they were as good as you two, then—”
“Then what?” Asa probes, giving grabbing your cock. She motions for Karina to step over.
“Then I could have more… choices,” you mutter. “I can’t be fucking only you both every time I—”
Gaeul smashes her lips down onto yours, kissing you deep. You’re taken by surprise from her sudden affection, and be it love or lust, you swirl your tongue around hers, slurping her saliva as you drink. You feel her slide something down your throat.
“What was that?” you ask as Karina settles between your legs.
“A pill,” Gaeul admits, pulling away from you. “You’ll be here the entire night after all. We can’t have you running out of steam and cum before we thoroughly fuck you up.”
Karina lifts your lower body up and slides herself underneath. Her upper chest stays between your inner thighs, those same voluptuous breasts that melted your mind now resting around your stupid cock.
“Are you both mad at me?” you ask.
“A little,” Asa says. giving your cock a small kiss before passing it to Karina. “It was more of disappointment. We treated you so well during our first session together, letting you leash and control us as pets. But you didn’t even come back once.”
Gaeul takes a bottle of oil and moves beside Karina, tipping it onto her chest.
“I know you said that signing up for this package was a misclick,” Gaeul says, drenching Karina’s chest with more oil. “But we’ll make you regret that you never chose us earlier.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be,” Karina says, rubbing her clothed tits, spreading the oil all around her covered mounds. “Be sorry that you aren’t working hard enough to earn more money.”
The oil seeps through the pink fabric, making it semi-transparent. You watch the cloth turn translucent, clinging to her skin like a layer of pink cellophane begging to be peeled.
“Make sure to cum lots, our little pretty boy~” Gaeul smiles and licks your ear.
“Only then, will you be forgiven for your sins,” Asa says, giving your shameless cock a playful smack before backing off.
You give a brief nod.
“Focus on the tit queen, boy~” Karina mewls, pressing her chest forward.
Your attention snaps back to her as her soft breasts envelope your still-recovering length, the cool yet oily fabric wrapping around. You watch as she digs her fingers into her flesh, gripping her tits tight, kneading them like dough. Gaeul continues to pour oil onto her soaked breasts, and you can see the dark shadows of her nipples jutting through the bright pink cellophane. The shiny liquid covers the already slick fabric with a fresh layer of gloss, flowing down the deep valley between them. The cloth stretches and shines with every exaggerated movement she makes.
You shiver at the way she’s caressing you, and your cock is growing rapidly hard by the moment.
“I’m the best, you know,” Karina says, gathering both oil-slick mounds. She curves her palm around the contours of her breast, showing you how perfectly round and heavy they are, before spreading them wide. You've become impossibly hard, obscenely shiny under the red lights. Before you know it, she squishes her tits around your length, lifts them, and drops them around you cock with a soft, wet sound.
“How could you ever choose other ladies when all you can get is right here?” she taunts. Her pillowy, heavy flesh wrapped in the slippery, translucent pink fabric begins bouncing on your cock, engulfing you in cool yet overwhelming heat. “Look at all of the rest, such meagre tits as compared to these.”
She presses her body forward, forcing the meat pillows closer, and the combination of the oil and soaked cloth creates a filthy, perfect tunnel. You watch your cock disappear between the gleaming mounds.
You’re the same as usual, hips twitching involuntarily, chasing after the bare minimum effort that Karina is giving. It’s really hard to deny your submission to pleasure. Most men in this situation would just have their minds melted, and you, you are most men. You are not one of God's strongest soldiers. Perfect face, perfect tits, perfect amount of sass. You groan and beg for more, feeling how the temperature around your cock has risen slightly from the minute amount of friction.
“There we go,” Karina sighs, already sounding breathless. “You’re right back at where your cock should belong. Who the fuck cares about the price? Come back to me every single time, and I’ll give you discounts so that I can milk this cock dry. My cock.”
She starts to move slightly faster.
She lifts her chest and drags the soft fabric up your shaft, swallowing the flushed, swollen head of your cock. Your entire root is exposed to the cool air for moment, but she slides it back down quick, burying you in a hot, squishy, smouldering prison. One that you never want to escape from. Your throbbing head peeks out from the top of her cleavage, shiny and dripping.
It’s a trap. A tit-fucking trap. One that you’ve already fallen into and can’t escape. The mind-ending shlick sounds get squeezed out with every stroke, and Karina keeps the same teasing pace, offering nothing more than a dull but perfect tit job. She giggles at how your body writhes for more, and she teases you a little, bouncing a little harder just to make the wet noise louder.
“Aww, listen to that. Your cock is making such dirty sounds between my tits. It’s such a naughty little boy.” She leans down to give your slit a punishing swipe, tasting the precum that’s leaking out. “You’re leaking so much. Does it feel good, my pretty boy?”
You nod and confess in gasps.
“These tits are the most expensive ones you’ll ever see and feel,” she coos, speeding up a little more. Your cock is burning now from the friction of her bouncing rubs. “But just for you, I’ll make them the cheapest you get to book.”
“Over. And. Over.”
Karina slams her breasts down with every word, making your back arch off the ground from the pleasurable force.
Gaeul crawls over and tips another stream of oil onto the upper slopes of Karina’s breasts, letting it run into the deep valley, keeping everything dripping wet. You hear soft moans coming from the side and turn your head to see. It's Wonyoung. She has pulled her tight little outfit up towards her waist, fingers digging into her small little cunt, curling and twisting inside herself. Her head falls back in pleasure, getting off on the sight of how your cute, fat cock is getting manhandled by soft, fleshy mountains.
Karina indulges in how she's pampering your cock, speeding up her tit pumps. Her mountains jiggle and bounce with every stroke, and the head of your cock keeps popping free at the top, looking all shiny and desperate only for it to be swallowed again a whole second later.
“You're louder than last time,” Karina teases. She sounds so syrupy and playful, coaxing you with a little devilish grin. “I can feel every little throb.”
You try to speak, but every cock-smothering drop just stuffs the words right back into your throat.
“Every time I squeeze, your cock begs for more. How cute,” she grins. “Go on. Messy boy. Clingy boy. Be my Begging boy.”
“Please… need—” you stutter. Karina grinds her boobs and cuts you off.
“Need what?” she coos, slowing down until her breasts slide agonisingly slow. “Use your words properly, pretty boy. These big, slutty cow tits are listening~”
“Skin… please, I need to feel them… raw…”
Karina’s eyes light up greedily, satisfied with your answer. But despite your begging, she doesn't change anything. She keeps stroking at that painful pace, dragging and pushing with that delicious slowness. With a happy little hum, she begins to jiggle them.
“Awww, poor boy begging for my raw skin. Do you really want it that much?” She releases your cock and grabs it, slapping the tip on her nipple.
You nod fervently, looking as needy as possible. Your cock has that inexplicable itch that needs a more intense scrub, but Karina still isn’t giving you what you want.
Finally done playing, she lets go of your cock, hooking her fingers under the hem of her top. She pulls it upward and forward, creating a tight little gap between the cloth and her flesh. Gaeul takes the chance to pour more oil, letting it soak through and form a thin slick layer.
Karina looks at you and smirks, before guiding your cock underneath the material so that the shaft presses directly against her bare skin. The translucent cloth stretches tightly over the top of your cock, firmly holding it in place.
The difference is devastating.
Naked heat on the underside of your cock. Cool wet fabric on the upper side. She slides your cock to the side, letting it glide towards her nipple. You shiver hard. She rubs the head against her small nub, teasing the sensitive little region that makes you bite your lower lip.
“How is it?” Karina asks, but both you and her know that it’s a redundant question. She gets an answer immediately from the way your mind surrenders. Pushing your cock back between the valley of her breasts, she begins pumping properly. Every downward stroke swallows you into the scorching soft valley. Her clothes aid in fastening her breasts tightly around you, making the already mind-jumbling tit job even more intense.
“It's the best,” you grunt, watching how your cock fucks into her breasts. You watch your tip punch and bulge the top of her clothes, darkening the pink fabric further with your leaking juice. The stained patch spreads as Karina works your needy cock, making it cry in tears of precum.
“Look at you~” Karina breathes, staring down with pure, unadulterated obsession. “You're poking out so prettily. Can you see? You look so fucking hard.”
She slaps her tits aggressively on your groin, trying her hardest to make you leak more.
“Look at how much you're leaking. You’re sliding so deep, pumping so well between my tit sleeve.” Karina opens her mouth and sticks out her tongue, letting her drool fall to supplement the oil slick. “These tits are just toys for my pretty boy. A pair of big, heavy, slutty toys that exist only to make tit-greedy-sluts like you cum.”
She bounces her tits harder now, letting the heavy bare flesh under the cloth jiggle and slap together softly while your cock slides between them.
“Messy boy. Needy boy. Pretty boy. Useless boy.”
Karina repeats the words like a mantra, calling you names that make your cock twitch uncontrollably.
“Do you want me to make my tits cheap for you?” She mocks, watching you begin to thrust your hips. Little aborted jerks that plunge and chase for the soft heat, taking what little control you can just so you can get more pleasure.
Your words are failing you.
“F-fuck… Karina… I can't, it's too—”
“Too good?” she finishes for you, laughing softly as she squeezes tighter and speeds up. “Don't you feel like cumming your brains out? I’ve made so many boys cum just like this. But you? You’re special.” She bends her head down and bubbles saliva out of her mouth, letting your blunt, clothed cockhead pop the bubbles. “You’re my special boy. The one and only. And you know what special boys get? They get every single drop of cum milked out by this humongous cow tits.”
Asa moves.
She steps in and grabs that already-stretched neckline with both hands, ripping it open with one sharp tear. The fabric splits down the middle and peels away, leaving Karina’s heavy breasts bare, exposing everything.
Karina gasps at the sudden exposure, shivering with a soft mewl as she feels the cool air hits her tits. She keeps pumping your cock, making sure to squeeze even tighter now that you can see everything without obstruction. Her nipples bounce up and down rapidly before your eyes, blurring into dark brown vertical strips.
You’re hypnotised.
Your cock is utterly drenched in oil and saliva, its head decorated with spit bubbles of different sizes. Precum leaks endlessly out from your eager slit, crying as Karina flicks the tip of her tongue across it, tasting your sin.
She grabs Karina by the head and presses her down, stuffing her lips onto your cockhead. Karina latches tightly, moaning shamelessly as she forms a secure seal around the crown, pumping her breasts as her tongue flicks and swirls over the slit. Muffled, euphoric sex sounds spill out of her, and she loosens her lips every now and then just to taunt you.
“Can you feel it, pretty boy—slhrup slucrk—my raw slutty tits sliding all over—pwarrp pfwwup—your cock—swruup spluffp—you taste so fucking good I want you—pfwoofp pwuffup—to be my personal tit pumping slut—”
Karina keeps blowing saliva and bubbles, flicking that damned tongue without stopping. Your control is gone. Your hips jerk uncontrollably, and broken sounds keep spilling out of you. Your cock throbs violently between her breasts as you spew out moans amidst words.
“You’re not going to last any more, aren’t you?” Karina lifts off your tip and begs. “You’re going to cum all over these tits. I want it. I need it. Cover me. Make these cheap tits your cum-rags.”
“I—I’m gonna—Karina—can’t hold—”
“Then don’t.” Karina breaks character completely, turning into an obsessed whore. Hearts fill her eyes as she speeds up, pressing her tits together as tightly as possible, and she strokes so fast that it feels like her tits are vibrating on you.
“Cum for me. Cum for the tit queen. Give it to me right now. Paint them. Make them filthy.”
The orgasm shreds your sanity.
You cum so hard as if it’s your first time tonight, launching thick ropes one after another. You rain an assault of white viscous cum that’s as hot as lava, painting her tits and the upper slopes of her bare breasts. You can’t stop clenching, not when Karina refuses to stop pumping. Your cum flows into her cleavage as she keeps bouncing them intensely, smudging and smearing it all around your pulsing cock. She moans in awe, like she’s the one receiving the pleasure.
“Yes—yes—yes—more—” Her eyes light up at the sight, laughing like she’s getting high. “—all over me—good boy—keep going—give these tits everything—”
She doesn’t stop until the last weak spurts have been wrung out of you. Your cock is reduced into a foamy mess, shiny, oversensitive, but still raging. Karina looks down at the thick white streaks that didn’t flow and get scrubbed around your cock. She scoops them up with her fingers and licks, tasting with an appreciative hum, then glances up back at you with a dazed, utterly satisfied smile.
“You’re still raring to go. Fancy another one with my pussy?”
“Fuck off,” Jiheon says, tearing Karina off you. “It’s my turn.”
Karina laughs heartily and gives your cock one last kiss before crawling to the side.
“He’s all yours, Heonnie~”
Jiheon stands over you. You look up at her with half-opened eyes, panting heavily.
“Daddy~ did you miss me?”
You manage a half-grunt, not even sure what it means. The only thing left in your head is the incredibly raw horniness surging through your blood and the angry throb of your cock because it's stripped of any sex filth.
“Settle down, Jiheon,” Gaeul says, curling her finger at the cute girl.
Jiheon pouts but obeys, approaching her.
“It’s been a while, but this time you don’t get to choose. Kneel.”
You watch in mild confusion as Gaeul orders Jiheon. Asa does the same to Yuna.
“Let’s pick things up a notch, shall we?” Asa says. She pulls out a red leash and tosses it to Gaeul, before taking another for herself. Within seconds, they buckle the collar snug around both girl’s throats, letting the soft metallic clicks snap into place.
“On all fours,” Asa orders.
Both girls drop instantly, palms pressed flat against the floor, head raised high as they look up at their mistresses. Their eyes are already hazy with expectation; their panties damp with arousal from the way you were worked by both their colleagues.
Asa gives Jiheon’s leash a light tug. Gaeul does the same with Yuna. They turn and begin walking them slowly around the red room in loose, disorganised paths, pulling them along like personal playthings. Their knees and palms shuffle softly against the floor, and their thighs are already streaking with their wetness, dragging thin glistening trails with every step. Their needs and desperation are traced along every step they take. Your cock drools at the sight, watching how their pink panties cling to their greedy pussies, dark wet patches already spread between their thighs.
Gaeul stops in her walk and glances over her shoulder at you.
“Choose,” she says. “Which pet do you want to play with first?”
“Me pl—”
Asa yanks on Yuna’s leash, choking her shut.
“Silent. Pets don’t get to speak unless they’re allowed to.”
Your heart skips at the ruthlessness, but your cock twitches in satisfaction. Your eyes lock on Jiheon as she settles into a small, cute kitten pose, watching how her hips roll and the way her breasts hang as she rubs her cheek on Gaeul’s leg. She keeps giving you needy little glances, glassy eyes begging for your attention.
“Jiheon.” You relent.
“An apt choice,” Gaeul replies approvingly, smiling as she hands you the red leash. She sneers lightly at Yuna. “A good, deserving punishment for the useless pet over there.”
The moment the leash settles in your palm, Jiheon breaks into a wide smile. She lets out a tiny, broken sound of relief and crawls towards you without instruction. She presses her cheek against your thigh, caressing you like a cat seeking affection. You watch her gaze take in the sight of your purplish swollen cockhead, but she holds herself resolute. She controls herself.
“Such a good pet,” Gaeul says, squatting down to stroke her hair. “Treat her well.” Gaeul takes your hand and guides it to Jiheon’s ass, giving you an approving smirk.
You nod and get up, pulling Jiheon up onto the padding. You turn her around and push her shoulders down until her face is pressed onto the floor, ass raised high. Her pussy is already glistening, soft folds puffy and ready.
Marvelous.
An utter dedication of devotion, her pussy communicates.
You place your hands on her ass cheeks and spread them, watching the sticky folds pull apart with a gentle stlck.
Filthy.
A smouldering pyre of desire, her cunt craves.
You push your nose in and inhale, smelling how her insides emanate a musky stench with squelching squeks.
“Daddy…” Jiheon whimpers, feeling your hands roaming her peaches and your nose buried into her pussy. “Please. I’ve been so good. Everyone else got your cum. I need it inside me. Breed me. Use your little pet’s pussy.”
You drink in her scent, feeling how her pussy squeeze drops of her wetness into your nostrils. She clenches erratically, shaking uncontrollably as your dart your tongue out for a few occasional licks.
It is time to feast.
You begin lapping and licking, drinking her essence with voracious hunger. She shakes and trembles and moans and mewls as you eat her out, her pussy squeezing and clenching without stop, wringing out her own litre of juices to feed into your dehydrated body. Jiheon bites her lower lip, trying to hold her own moans in, but your devious little ego needs crying like an animal.
Asa smirks and reads your mind, moving to help out. Help both of you out, in fact. She grabs you by the scalp and shoves your face deeper, making sure you thoroughly devour Jiheon.
A scrubbing brush, your new identity. Asa seems obsessed with head-pushing tonight: first forcing Wonyoung and Karina onto your cock, now forcing your face into Jiheon’s snatch. She uses you like a tool, grinding and shaking your head vigorously to scrape Jiheon’s oyster, cleaning its endless expunging filth with shlurps and sfwuhps. She sighs languidly, as if admiring the sight hoping to purge the horniness within Jiheon. But it's obviously all a ruse, because Jiheon’s pussy only answers with more heat, more squelches, more disgustingly mind-addicting stench and wetness.
Your senses are on fire. Your face is burning with a corroding inferno of whatever Asa is pushing you into, and you desperately need to put it out the only way it makes sense.
Squirt.
You need to make Jiheon squirt and shower you with gallons of her cute kitty cum. You aren't even sure who the real animal is at this point. Her, subjected to her carnal desires, or you, subjected to your carnal desires. Fuck. You're thinking the same thing. It has to be her stupidity-invoking juices that you can't to stop gulping. You swear you've already consumed a gallon.
Jiheon cums.
Her pussy releases a crashing tide of equally hot stupidity-invoking liquid that does nothing to douse your ever-growing libido. Her walls clenches without stop around your mouth. Asa does not stop either, forcing you to thoroughly work her wetter than dry.
You are only slightly satisfied.
It is time to feed her lips. You ready yourself and drag the head of your sausage up and down her soaked folds, coating it with whatever sex sauce to make it tastier. You push in. Her heat swallows you immediately, engulfing you with a tight, fluttering, and scorching heat that feels like it will char you. Jiheon moans like she’s been fed with pleasure, back arching hard from the thick sausage intrusion.
“Yes—Daddy, you’re sooo deep—move, please move. Fuck your breeding kitty.”
Moans and demands spill out from Jiheon even before you begin thrusting, but who are you to deny her, or even deny yourself the pleasure of pumping? So? You start humping. Deep, solid plunges that make her soft ass ripple every time your hips clash with it. One hand stays wrapped in her leash; the other grips her shoulder, keeping her head pulled back just enough to fold her into a letter.
𝒜.
Except that she only becomes a full, filled 𝒜 when you thrust your thick horizontal cock into her. She’s taking you so perfectly, body bent into a prime feline sex toy, letting you slap her skin with rabid quick pumps. You bring your hand down hard on her right cheek.
Crack.
Jiheon cries out, pussy clenching greedily around you.
“Again—please Daddy, mark me. Spank your needy little cumdump. Fill me up.”
The first strike was an experiment, the second was coerced. Gaeul kneels by your side, whispering all the dirty things she wants to you to do.
“We’ve already explained this package to you. Red. Ravenous Red. In Pink Fantasy we grace you with pink. Pink walls, pink outfits, pink pussies. But here, you make them red. Choke their throats till their eyes turn bloodshot. Nibble their nipples until they blush. Smack their cheeks until you make them burn. Brutalise their holes until they swell and break.”
You obey. Alternate cheeks, firm and rhythmic, watching the pink skin deepen into red as handprints bloom across her skin. Each slap makes her walls squeeze tighter. She starts pushing back to meet every thrust, her sanity dissolving into continuous, high-pitched begging that’s appropriate for needy kittens.
“Harder—deeper—I want to feel you in my womb—breed me, Daddy—pump me full until it’s leaking down my thighs—I’ve been empty all night—please use this pussy like it belongs to you—”
You lean down to her ear and growl.
“Like? So you don’t belong to me?”
“That’s not—”
“Shush,” Gaeul soothes with an intimidating calmness. “Shut up and take your Daddy’s fat cock.”
Jiheon clamps her mouth shut. You fuck her in short, punishing strokes, grinding against her cervix on every thrust. Your free hand slides under to rub her clit in tight circles, then deliver firm little slaps that make the swollen nub redden. Jiheon’s arms give out, and she collapses onto her elbows, ass raised obediently high as she takes everything you’re giving.
“I’m close—Daddy I’m so so so close—but I don’t want to cum until you breed me—hold it—fill me first—I need to feel everything—please—”
Your own orgasm grows fast, stacked on top of everything that came before. You dig your fingers into her hips and paint red bruises, slamming into her one last time before you bury into her and cum.
You splatter white, heavy cum that floods her pussy, shooting her until she screams. Her walls convulse wildly around you, milking every drop as her pussy sucks you dry. You grind your cum into her, pounding her through her orgasm until it forces its way out through bubbling gaps around your cock.
Even after the last pulse have been squeezed out from your cock (it’ll be refilled soon), you don’t pull free. You stay buried and keep moving, thrusting your pestle-cock into her mortar-cunt, churning your own cum inside her with every heavy pound.
Jiheon? She sobs in overstimulated bliss, legs shaking.
“Daddy’s still going… still using his messy little hole… thank you… thank you—”
From the side, Yuna can no longer stay still. She crawls forward until her shoulder presses against your thigh. She paws up your naked body, licking the sweat like it's salt paradise. Her tongue draws a slow line up your neck and swirls it around your earlobe.
“Please—” Yuna begs. She grinds her wet panties on your thighs, humping you pathetically. “I’ve also been so patient. I also want you, Master. Please, just give me a turn—I’ll be so good—”
You ignore her and keep pumping into Jiheon’s creampied pussy, watching fresh cum drip out with every thrust. You're enamoured by the way her reddish-pink puffy folds hug your cock; coupled with the white cream coating your length, it looks almost like a sweet, filthy ma-cum-ron.
And Yuna? Fuck Yuna (not yet). She makes a frustrated cry and presses closer, nuzzling at your hip, but you refuse to stop.
Gaeul watches for a moment longer, then reaches for a thick red strap-on resting on a nearby tray. She steps into the harness with ease, buckling it snug around her hips. She walks around to Jiheon’s head, takes the leash from your hand, and wraps it around her fist.
“Open,” Gaeul says softly.
Jiheon opens. Gaeul feeds the strap-on between her lips and pushes forward until the girl’s nose is pressed to her pelvis.
“Don’t stop,” Gaeul says, grinning at you. “Use her with me.”
You both start moving.
You keep fucking Jiheon’s cum-filled pussy from behind in deep, steady strokes, rocking her body forward into Gaeul. She grabs on to the leash, controlling the depth and rhythm of Jiheon’s throat pussy, filling the room with a rhythmic track of wet, choked gags. Each pump into her pussy makes sticky squwacks, every pull out has her pussy vacuuming you tight with relentless fwarps.
Slick streams down Gaeul's thighs from face-fucking Jiheon, claiming her throat in a glorious spitroast. Asa stands nearby, arms crossed, occasionally reaching down to twist one of Jiheon’s nipples or slap her already-red ass hard enough to make her jolt between the two of you.
Yuna is left alone, watching.
Jiheon becomes a wrecked, drooling mess in minutes, as if she wasn't already. Mascara runs. Spit pour from the corners of her mouth. Your earlier load has been churned into frothy white cream that leaks steadily down her thighs with every thrust.
You’re chasing your second serving of ma-cum-ron. You lose track of how long you both use her. Eventually Gaeul pulls the strap-on free with a wet pop, letting Jiheon gasp and cough, a thick string of spit still connecting her swollen lips to the dildo. You give her pussy a few final, deep thrusts, then cum again, before slowly pulling out. A heavy gush of cum follows, pouring out and pooling beneath her. Her pussy is left open, decorated with stiff white peaks that look almost like meringue.
Jiheon collapses onto her side, trembling and thoroughly used, face a ruined mask of spit and tears. She looks up at you with glassy, blissed-out eyes and manages a tiny, sex-drunk smile.
“Thank you, Daddy…”
Yuna is still on her knees. She stares at the mess between Jiheon’s legs with open, desperate hunger, breathing hard.
“Is it my turn?” Yuna asks.
Asa gives Yuna’s leash a short tug, forcing her to look up. “Your turn is now,” Asa says calmly. “But there will be rules.”
“R-Rules?” Yuna asks uneasily.
Asa tugs Yuna’s leash and forces her to crawl closer until she's kneeling right beside the puddle of cum still leaking from Jiheon’s pussy. As expected of the face-presser today, Asa crouches and grabs Yuna’s hair, pressing it down into the mess.
“You're really a bad, bad pet,” Asa laments, making Yuna feed and lap your cum off the floor. “What did I say about permission?”
Yuna’s eyes widen at the rough handling, but the scent and taste of your cum override everything. She slurps it off the floor instinctively, savouring the sweet-salty flavour before diving straight into Jiheon’s still-open pussy for more.
“Listen carefully,” Asa says. “You only get one choice. His cock in one hole. The other two will be filled with fat plastic toys. Choose.”
“Pus—”
“I want her ass,” you cut in. “I need to fucking stretch that lousy hole so wide until she can only think of anything except my cock.”
Asa’s lips curve into a small, satisfied smirk.
“But—”
“Shut up, pet. You heard your Master.”
Asa reaches to the side and picks up a special dual harness. It's something with a thick realistic dildo that's mounted below a wide cock-ring. She tosses it to you.
“Put it on. Have you used it before?”
You shake your head.
“Your cock goes through the ring then into her ass. The lower one fills her pussy at the same time. This way, she doesn’t get to feel empty anywhere.”
You nod and step into the harness, before sliding your pill-enabled throbbing cock into the cock ring.
“Present,” Asa orders.
Yuna turns and lowers her body, pressing her tits flat onto the ground. Her hands reaches back and spread her ass cheeks wide.
“Stupid pet,” Asa sneers. “Your panties are still on.’
She digs two fingers into the triangular cloth covering her pussy and rips it open, leaving a torn hole that exposes her tight, twitching cunt that has been waiting all night.
“So empty, aren't you?” Asa mocks.
Yuna nods impatiently, making whimpering sounds. She knows better than to speak and risk angering Asa further.
Push.
The tight ring resists for many seconds, You watch her fingers shake as you force your blunt, leaking tip against it, watching how her stubborn hole refuse entry. The ring squeezes even tighter, pushing out muted words of nooo-you-can’t-do-this and only-things-can-come-out-not-go-in, but your ass-destroying cock prevails. It yields under the pressure and generous salivary lube that Asa is constantly supplying, and the tip finally breaches the Great Wall of Yunass with a soft pop. Adjusting is a privilege for good pets, and Yuna is nothing but one. So you sink in without waiting, feeling every inch of her ass stretch and grip around you. At the same time the lower dildo presses against her pussy, sliding home in one barely smooth thrust.
Yuna’s entire body jolts
“Fuuuuck—both—both at once—” Her voice cracks into a high, shrill moan. “Master’s cock in my ass and that thick toy stretching my pussy—it’s so full—I can’t—”
She can, and she will.
You start moving, sending deep, impactful, ass-gaping, pussy-dilating thrusts in perfect sync. The dual sensation is insane for both you and Yuna. Tight, hot pressure around your shaft, and the knowledge that her other hole is stretched and open at the same time?
Fuck me, you think. But no, you fuck Yuna first. Fuck Yuna hard. Fuck Yuna up. You grab her lower back and pull them towards you, folding her inwards like a flip phone. Her holes take the consecutive double strokes with loud, shameless cries as you punch her insides, rearranging her orderly guts into an entangled mess.
“Harder—” she screams. “Please harder—use my holes—ruin my holes—”
Asa steps forward and yanks the leash. She lies down with her own fake cock already buckled, facing up into Yuna’s noisy face. She presses the tip against Yuna’s lips.
“Open. You're too noisy. I’m not leaving any hole empty.”
Yuna opens for another scream as you give a particularly deep and hard thrust, but it is instantly muffled and stuffed back into her as Asa jams her head down. Yuna’s throat is filled to the end, but she's obviously not as good as cock-sucking as the champion Wonyoung.
Her face bursts into red, tears exploding from her eyes, saliva finding nowhere to go other than exiting through her nostrils as her mouth can't open that wide.
Asa doesn’t care. She fucks Yuna’s face onto her cock while you violate both lower holes, making the wet glucks spew endlessly out of her wrecked orifice.
You both settle into a powerful pace, savouring the long strokes that make Yuna’s ass ripple every time your hips clap against it; the dildo smoothly disappearing completely into her cunt.
Red. Ravenous red. You remember Gaeul’s words amidst Yuna’s ass destruction. You spanked Jiheon, so you must also bless Yuna’s ass the same way.
Crack.
Yuna moans around the dildo, the sound muffled and desperate. You spank her again, and again, and again watching the soft flesh jiggle and redden while you keep double-penetrating her without mercy. Her spit runs down the dildo and drips onto Asa. Her pussy juices and the lube from her ass mix into a shiny mess that coats your thighs.
“Look at you. So fucking stuffed full. You know what you should call yourself?”
Asa taunts and wait for an answer.
“Oh right, I forgot you can't.” She presses hard again, forcing another sticky burst of snot from Yuna’s nose. “I think you should be called a bin.”
She pulls Yuna’s head up to give her a merciful breather, but it's just a chance for her to verbally abuse her further.
“What are you?”
Yuna gasps and wheezes, smiling crazily.
“A bin. A trash bin. I’m yours and Master’s trassh bin. Please fill me up so fucking full. Load me up with—”
Asa crashes her head back down before she can finish.
You speed up. You plough her ass and pussy without restraint. Fuck. You're running out of unique descriptive words. No matter. What matters is that spit, lube and pussy juices are flying everywhere. What’s important is that Yuna’s legs are starting to shake; her barely-qualified muffled moans are turning into continuous high-pitched dampened squeals.
“You’re close,” Asa observes, still hammering her throat. “Hold it. Don't you dare cum before your Master.”
Yuna whimpers around the toy but nods as best she can. You feel the desperate fluttering of her walls — both the tight ring of her ass and the stuffed pussy below — trying to obey. You keep driving into her, still spanking sharp, rhythmic cracks across her ass.
She disobeys and cums first. Her first clench sends you over too. You bury to the hilt and unload, flooding deep into her ass, right to the intestines. Her holes spasm and milk you but you keep grinding through it, forcing all your cum into her (you're truly empty) until you grow dizzy.
You fall backwards onto Gaeul’s soft embrace, cock sliding out of Yuna’s ass with a wet plok. Your vision turns hazy, but you can see the clear white waterfall cascading down her thighs.
Gaeul looks down at you with a gentle smile, caressing your flushed, sticky face.
“Done already? The night isn’t over yet though… You're going to need to last longer.”
She leans forward and kisses you again, sliding another pill into your mouth. Within minutes, you're hard as fuck again, balls overheating as they churn out fresh ammunition.
Time stops mattering. The red lights buzz like the ones in the Backrooms. The air grows thicker with the smell of oil, sweat, sex and fresh cum. Every time your cock starts to soften, one of them presses another small white pill past your lips. Gaeul’s elegant fingers, Asa’s colder ones, sometimes even from atop Karina’s soft breasts or Wonyoung’s mean little smirk. Within minutes the heat floods back through your veins like liquid fire, forcing you hard and aching again no matter how many times you’ve already emptied yourself.
They take turns. Then they stop taking turns.
You fold Wonyoung in half on her back, knees pinned beside her ears, and drive into her so deep the thick outline of your cock punches visible, moving dents through the soft skin of her lower belly with every thrust. She stares down at the bulge with ruined mascara and a broken, ecstatic smile, moaning,
“Harder—make it show through my stomach— ruin my fucking guts—I want to see your cock moving under my skin when you cum—”
You flood her until the bulge twitches with every pulse and white cream leaks out around the base.
Karina ends up face-down, ass high and already red from earlier spanks. You and Gaeul take turns stretching her ass open, sometimes squeezing two cocks into her shithole at once. By the third load, her ass stays gaped, turning into a dark, shiny, ruined tunnel that refuses to close. She reaches back with both hands, pulls her cheeks wide, and begs in a ruined voice, “Look at what you did to me… it’s ruined… it won’t close anymore… keep using your gaped little cumdump… pour more in…”
Jiheon is rolled onto her back and made to raise both arms above her head. You bury your face in one soft armpit while you fuck her, licking and sucking the smooth, faintly salty skin until it’s shiny with spit, then switching to the other side. She whimpers and laughs at the same time, “Daddy’s licking my pits while he uses my pussy… it feels so dirty… don’t stop… mark them… make both of them smell like your tongue…”
Yuna becomes everyone's favourite surface. After seeking Asa’s permission to break the “ass-only” rule, you lay her flat on the floor like a living cum table, using every part of her thoroughly. You fuck her throat until her eyes water, slide between her tits, bury yourself in her pussy, then her ass, and every time you come close, you aim across her stomach, her breasts, her face, her open tongue. Load after load lands on her until her entire body is coated in thick, drying streaks of white. She lies there obediently, tongue out, whispering, “More… cover me more… make me unrecognisable… I’m your cum table tonight…”
Between the heavier rounds the four of them arrange themselves around you in a formation that feels almost ritualistic.
Yuna lying between your legs, soft lips parted and waiting for your cock. Wonyoung kneels on your left, Karina on your right. Jiheon straddles your face, and kisses your cock, all while lowering her still-dripping pussy onto your mouth so all you can taste is her and the faint mix of earlier loads.
Four pairs of lips close around your length at the same time.
They move in perfect, cruel synchrony. Slow, wet, upward strokes of their lips from base to tip, then back down again. Tongues dragging, spit trailing in long glistening strings. Yuna sucks the head whenever they go up. Wonyoung and Karina work opposite sides of the shaft, lips sliding and kissing and occasionally meeting in the middle over your cock. Jiheon grinds her pussy slowly across your tongue, forcing you to eat her while the everyone edge you with nothing but their mouths.
They keep you there for what feels like eternity.
Every time your cock swells and your hips start to tremble, they slow to an agonising crawl or pull off completely, leaving you throbbing and shiny in the cool air while they whisper against the wet skin.
“Not yet, pretty boy…”
“We’re going to keep this cock on the edge until you can’t think…”
“Look how much you’re leaking just from our lips…”
“Daddy’s being so patient while we play with what’s ours…”
They spit on you in turn. They pass your cock from mouth to mouth like a shared toy. They kiss each other over the head so you feel two tongues at once. Whenever you get too close they stop entirely and simply breathe on the wet shaft, giggling softly, until the desperate throbbing fades, then they start the slow, synchronized sucking all over again.
Your mind unravels.
You lose track of how many times they bring you to the brink and deny you. Your cock is an angry, leaking red, so sensitive that even the softest drag of a tongue makes your stomach clench. Jiheon’s pussy keeps grinding across your mouth, feeding you her taste, while the four damned sets of lips below continue their relentless, perfectly timed torture.
Finally, after what must be hours, Asa’s voice cuts through the wet sounds.
“Let him cum.”
The four of them tighten their formation. Lips press closer. Tongues work faster. They stroke you in short, mean, synchronized pumps, mouths open and waiting, eyes looking at nothing but your slit.
The orgasm that rips through you is violent.
You burst with a broken shout, thick ropes of cum erupting and landing on their faces in heavy, messy streaks. It drops across Yuna’s forehead and open mouth, splatters over Wonyoung’s and Karina’s cheeks and noses from the sides, and streaks up across Jiheon’s chin and lips. They keep their mouths open and their tongues out, letting you paint them, covering their eyes, coating their lashes, filling their open mouths, dripping from their chins. All until the last weak pulses have been milked out by their still-moving lips.
Only then do they slowly pull back.
Four glistening, cum-streaked faces look up at you in the red light. Their eyes are half-closed under the white mess, tongues still out, expressions dazed and filthy and satisfied. They lean in together and begin licking each other clean, sharing your cum between them in slow, wet kisses while your cock continues to twitch in the open air.
Asa watches the entire thing satisfied. Gaeul stands beside her, already holding another small pill between two fingers.
The pinks have been used in every ravenous way possible.
It is time for the last round.
“I can't… anymore,” you whimper. Your body is flushed and sensitive, and even the gentlest of breeze make your mind reel.
“Don't worry,” Asa whispers. “We’ll be gentle.”
Gaeul brings a basin of warm water and soft cloths. Together the two of them clean you in silence. The cloths move slowly over your chest, your stomach, your thighs, your cock. They wash away layers of oil, spit, and drying cum until your skin feels new again. No pills this time. No rush.
You're reminded of your first session with them. Their gentleness. The way they cared for you. The way they worshipped you.
When you are clean, Asa tips a fresh bottle of warm, lightly scented oil into her palm. She and Gaeul work it into your body with long, unhurried strokes. Their hands glide over your shoulders, down your arms, across your chest, lower still. The oil turns your skin glossy under the red lights. Every muscle that had been wound tight for hours begins to loosen.
They undress fully for the first time all night, straddling each of your thighs together and lean in at the same time.
They kiss you slow.
Asa takes your mouth while Gaeul kisses the corner of your lips, then your jaw, then lower. Their tongues meet yours in turns, kissing you in unhurried, deep, wet smacks. Their perky, oil-slick breasts press against your chest, making you feel the soft grind of their bodies against yours. The heat of their pussies slides along your thighs, the gentle weight of them holding you down without force.
“Just breathe,” Gaeul whispers against your mouth between kisses. “You’ve done enough. Let us take care of you now.”
Asa doesn’t speak. She only deepens the kiss, one hand sliding into your hair to keep you exactly where she wants you while the other guides your cock between her thighs. She sinks down in one long, smooth motion, taking you inside her in a single unbroken glide.
So fucking tight. So fucking hot. She stays fully seated for a moment, forehead resting against yours, breathing with you.
Then she begins to move.
Slow, rolling grinds. Almost no space between your bodies. Her breasts slide against your oiled chest with every motion. Gaeul leans in from the side, kissing you deeply while Asa rides. Her own soft body pressing close so that you feel both of them at once.
They switch without breaking the mood.
Gaeul rises just enough for Asa to lift off, then settles onto you herself, taking you just as slowly, just as completely. Her pace is even gentler, deeper circles of her hips that keep you buried to the hilt. Asa moves behind her, arms wrapping around Gaeul’s waist, hands cupping her breasts, kissing the side of her neck while she helps guide the rhythm. Every few moments one of them leans down to claim your mouth again.
There is almost no talking.
Only soft sounds.
The wet glide of oiled skin, the quiet catch of breath, the low hum Gaeul makes when you throb inside her, the way Asa’s fingers tighten in your hair when she kisses you especially deeply. They keep you surrounded. One of them is always kissing you. Then two of them. Kiss your lips. Kissing your cock. One of them is always filled with you. Their bodies never stop moving against yours in slow, continuous contact.
When the end comes it is quiet and inevitable.
Gaeul feels it first. The way your cock swells and your breathing changes. She only sinks down fully and holds you there, rolling her hips in tiny, precise circles while Asa leans in and kisses you through it. You finish inside Gaeul with a low groan, pulsing deeply while both women stay pressed close, hands stroking your chest and face, mouths soft against your skin.
They stay like that for a long time afterward.
Gaeul keeps you inside her until the last aftershocks fade. Asa lies along your side, one leg draped over both of you, fingers tracing idle patterns through the oil on your stomach. The foreign and sensory overloading red lights feel like the familial pink one now. The room is quiet except for the sound of breathing.
Eventually Asa speaks.
“This is what you were supposed to come back for.”
Gaeul lifts her head just enough to kiss the corner of your mouth once more.
“Next time,” she murmurs, “don’t make us wait so long.”
i lwk forgot about my tumblr account tbh, and i actually do NOT know what happend with my giselle fic which im kinda sad about BUTTT i think im going to do text fics, its going to be more easier for me to do AND not much time worthy, cause i have other things to do (school work, etc) and i reread my fic and realized that my work was fucking ass so uh😓
so if you have any text fics recs for me to do, send them to me pls, love you guys :))
