YouWeMe Part 6: Tickle
Idol(s): Lua [Weki Meki]
Word Count: 6k+ words
Content Advisory: Femdom with some light bondage, some humiliation, and use of toys/heavy machinery. Also some other stuff within that domain, but it will ruin the ending 😉
Previous Story in Series: YouWeMe Part 5: Peanut Butter Cups (Rina)
A/N: Not angst despite the way this story starts. After going through all the emotions in YouWeMe Part 5, I figure it's time to return to some straight up smut. There may even be some non-Weki Meki cameos, but I guess you'll have to see who it is. Enjoy! 😀
The stench of forgotten drunken nights and spilled coffee lingers. The tattered vinyl seat gives way to your slumping posture, at least as much as it can with cushions that fail to retain their original shape from constant use. Every pothole and speed bump dislodges your leaning head from the window, eventually reuniting each time with a thud. It’s an unbearable ride by all measurements, but it’s insignificant compared to the sinking feeling of leaving Soeun behind.
Thirty minutes have passed since the cab started to run the meter, yet Soeun’s tear-stained face is still etched into the backseat window as if you’re still in front of the yoga studio.
Why didn’t she just ask me to stay?
Beyond the glass, the dull Seoul skyline whizzes past, becoming a blur that blends with the cheerless overcast above. Eventually, the overwhelming gray turns into a hopeful blue, leaving the clouds—and Soeun—behind at the other end of the city. In the rearview mirror, the clouds give chase. The same can’t be said for Soeun who commanded you to leave in order to get back Yoojung’s notebook from Sei.
No use crying over spilled milk now. The best thing to do is honor Soeun’s wishes and soldier on to find Yoojung.
“We’re here,” the driver says, ending the awkward, quiet ride.
The taxi drives off after the driver receives his payment, leaving you alone in a desolate alleyway. A small painted brick building stands in front of you, the facade adorned with a vertical garden wall full of colorful flowers that fill the alley with the scent of spring. The glass door reads “Seoul Ceramics”.
Upon entrance, the lady at the front desk stands up to greet you. “Hello! Are you here for a pottery class?”
The small shop is mostly empty. Shelves line every wall, decorated with various vases and bowls presumably made from previous students. There’s a pottery wheel in the middle of the room, and sitting next to it is the only other person in the shop. It’s Lua.
“Uh, no. I’m just joining that girl over there,” you respond.
Lua notices you approaching and gets up to bow to you.
“Hey, Lua. Sorry to bother you. Is Sei with you?”
“Sei? I’m sorry, but I don’t think that’s any of your business.”
“Soeun—sorry, Rina—said she would be here. I’m just trying to get back Yoojung’s notebook.”
The mention of Yoojung’s notebook sparks interest in her eyes, the same way it did with Elly, Doyeon, and Suyeon before. “Oh, you’re bus guy. I thought you had the notebook? What does Sei have to do with this?”
It feels like you’ve told this story a thousand times now. One deep breath, then you try to succinctly tell Lua the story: “Well, I did have the notebook, but Sei stole it from me when I was trying to return it a couple days ago. Now she’s sending me all over the city to find her. I’ll ask again. Is Sei with you?”
“By any chance, I’m not the last Weki Meki member you’ve met, am I?”
“What does that matter?” Who knows how much time you have. You answer Lua anyway hoping to expedite the process. “No, I haven’t met Sei or Lucy yet.”
She stands up and gestures to take her place in the now-vacant chair. “Excellent! In that case, she’s just in the back. Have a seat and I’ll get her.”
Lua walks to the lady at the front desk. It’s too far to hear their conversation, but you see Lua hand the lady some cash, and without another word, the lady leaves the shop. Lua then flips the hanging sign to “Closed” and adjusts the blinds over the entrance before locking the door. She disappears to the back through the door behind the desk the employee vacated.
As you wait, you press the pedal on the ground with your foot, watching with wonder the ball of clay spinning around on the pottery wheel in front of you. Lua must have just started, the clay not even wet before you barged in and interrupted her lesson. The wheel whirls faster as you press the pedal further, creating a hypnotic blur the longer you stare. A force pushes against your chest, wrapping around and pinching your sides. Strange how a spinning ball of clay can do that.
Your chest tightens even further. Your hands try to reach out to your chest, but even they’re too stunned to move. As you snap out of your trance and look down, you realize it isn’t a trick at all but Lua wrapping rope around you.
“Hey! What the fuck!” you cry out.
Lua continues to wrap the rope around you, winding it around multiple times. Any resistance is met with Lua restricting you even further until the rope overpowers you. Eventually, she finally runs out of slack. Lua ties the rope, interwoven with the chair and preventing your escape.
“I’m sorry, but I can’t let you leave,” Lua says.
“Sei was never here, was she?” you ask.
“Nope, just me,” she replies with a smile.
“But Soeun said she’d be here.”
Lua walks around the chair, inspecting the structural integrity of the rope binding you in place. “I don’t know what to tell you. Soeun lied to you.”
Soeun wouldn’t do that. Would she? Maybe she got the address mixed up.
A sharp pain radiates across your chest, not just from Lua further securing the ropes, but from the thought that Soeun, of all people, would lie to you, especially about something so trivial. But it isn’t so important now. Lua doesn’t allow you to let the feeling sink further, not when she’s preventing you from leaving.
“Lua, you really need to let me go. If I don’t see Sei—”
“If I know Sei, she’s not going anywhere any time soon,” she explains, “I can’t let you leave just yet. I need your help with something. You help me, and maybe I’ll help you.”
Here we go again.
You give Lua a roll of the eyes followed by a frustrated sigh. “Let me guess, you wanna fuck me, all because Yoojung told you about the night I met her? You’re not the first one, you know.” It’s not a complaint, but if you don’t get to Sei soon, you might never see Yoojung again. If only the stakes weren’t so high, maybe you could take your time with Lua. “So go ahead, let’s get this over with.”
“What? Ew, no! I’m not into that,” she says, her index finger on her outstretched hand pointing and waving in circles at your crotch. “But you can help me get off.”
Lua pulls her white blouse over her head then contorts her hands behind her back, unclasping her bra as it drops to the ground. She looks for a reaction as she unbuttons her shorts, pulling them down along with her panties in one fluid motion.
Blood thumps through every vein at the sight of her naked frame, unable to conceal your excitement. The tight constriction of the rope around your chest only exacerbates the feeling with every heartbeat that tries to break through. Your pants feel the punishment as well, choking around your waist with every second Lua lets your erection grow.
“Hmm, typical man. Always so horny,” Lua says, reaching forward to unbutton and pull off your pants. At least she’s gracious enough to let the lower half of your body free.
She turns to reach into her backpack, apparently not satisfied with the cock in front of her.
“So if you’re not into men, what am I doing here?”
“Like I said, you’re going to help me get off.”
Lua’s backpack rustles as she continues to rifle through the contents, pulling out random items and tossing them aside before returning to the bag again. Lipstick? Nope. Cell phone? Closer. Her backpack deflates with every unneeded item she pulls out until she finally finds what she’s looking for.
“Ah, here we go!” Lua says as she faces you with a red vibrator in her hand. “This is my vibrator, Elmo!”
If it weren’t for the tight binding around your chest, maybe you could let out a laugh. Perhaps it’s for the best that you can’t; the genuineness on her face as she introduces Elmo tells you she isn’t joking. Still, you can’t help but let out a subdued snort.
“Come on, you didn’t really name your vibrator Elmo, did you?”
“Why not? This little guy is red and he likes to tickle me. Elmo seemed like a fitting name.”
Without further explanation, Lua turns the vibrator on, shoving the base into your mouth.
“Bite down and leave him in there or I’m not untying you.” Obediently, you let your teeth chatter through the vibrations propagating from Lua’s sex toy. “Helping Lua get off” starts to make more sense when she starts to climb atop the chair with her pussy aiming for your face.
“Hold still,” she says. Her hands pull on the hairs on either side of your head, jerking around until she finds the perfect position. She pulls you forward so as not to ruin the center of gravity, just enough for the red vibrator to gently caress her clit.
Her lips begin to quiver as she throws her head back with shut eyes. One hand still tugs on your hair, a manageable pain when you consider the front row view of Lua’s pink slit, just inches from your face, rippling from the pulsing vibrator lodged in your mouth.
“Y-yes, right th-there,” Lua says.
Her other hand starts to grab at her breast, squeezing tightly what little mounds she has. It doesn’t seem like it’s enough for her. She lets go, flicking her erect nipple then pinching it between two fingers.
As a spectator, there’s not much you can do but enjoy Lua’s fantasy coming to life.
Through gritted teeth, you goad her on. “Yeah, Lua, you like the way I fuck you with your own vibrator? God, look at you, pussy so tight. Bet you’d take a real dick so well in there.”
“Can you shut the fuck up? I’m trying to enjoy myself here. Like I’d ever let you slide your dick in me, anyway. I told you already, I’m not into that.” She taps your chin, a signal to close your mouth and continue grinding on her pussy by proxy.
The spectator role just isn’t enough. In an effort to be more of a participator, you lower your head. The vibrator between your lips droops down, sliding down with the tip teasing her entrance. Lua’s eyes open in surprise.
“Oh, so you wanna penetrate me, do you?” The vibrator moves with your head nod that rubs up and down between her lips. The hand on her breast moves down to readjust the vibrator, aligning it with her entrance.
Then, she thrusts forward. The vibrator disappears from your view, penetrating Lua’s cunt until her sweet pussy lips press against your own lips. Her warm thighs squish against the sides of your face as you try to bury yourself deeper.
“Make me cum,” she says, though it’s unclear if she’s talking to you or her vibrator.
Lua’s grip on your hair tightens. In your view, all you can see is Lua’s pussy. She rocks back and forth against the vibrator, slamming into your face with each penetration. Her pussy only gets wetter the longer she goes until she’s had enough. She stops thrusting. Instead, she smothers you between her legs. Her hip bucks, gyrating as she tickles the rest of your face with her cunt. Her hands press behind your head. You comply with her demand, leaning forward, pressing the vibrator as far as you can into her and motorboating her pussy at the same time.
“Fuck, so good!” Lua lets out.
The dam breaks. A river rushes down the vibrator and trickles against your lips, dribbling down your chin. Lua continues to gyrate on your face that’s starting to get drenched in the constant rush of Lua’s whitewater rapids. You could’ve easily drowned in the endless gush of her tangy juices, but Lua saves you as the river finally runs dry. She steps down from the chair, allowing you to finally breathe.
“I bet Yoojung never did that to you,” she says.
True. She didn’t. But at least Yoojung put your cock to good use. Lua is letting the perfectly good erection of yours go to waste.
“Is it my turn yet?” you ask with Elmo still occupying your mouth.
She completely ignores you, too enamored with the clay in the middle of the pottery wheel in front of her. At that moment, an idea starts to brew in her head. The cogs in her eyes spin, her devious dimples giving away excitement. She yanks the red vibrator from your mouth that’s wet on both ends for different reasons.
Lua channels her best Neil Armstrong impression, almost floating to the other end of the pottery wheel like there’s a lack of gravity. One step for Lua. She’s already on the opposite side of the wheel staring at you. Then she plants the red vibrator deep into the center of the clay blob in the middle of the wheel. It’s a giant leap for womankind. Lua starts to spread her legs, straddling the wheel until her pussy hovers directly over the vibrating pole. Ever the pioneer, Lua is about to go where no other woman has gone before (at least in this pottery shop), her machinations about exploring the final frontier with machines about to be realized.
She lowers herself onto Elmo, but it isn’t enough. She’s already experienced him so many times before that she isn’t content with just him pulsating against her walls. She needs more, and you know exactly where she wants to take it.
“Press the pedal,” she commands.
You lightly press the pedal on the floor. Just lightly, maybe only 10% pressed to be safe and make sure she can handle it. The wheel starts up slow. Lua bites her lip, wincing as the vibrator starts to pleasure her with another dimension as it rotates in her pussy. It isn’t a perfect rotation; Elmo wobbles a little bit due to not being completely centered. Lua is okay with that. In fact, maybe it’s even better as her pussy lips part with each rotation, her vibrator doing a good job of stretching her out.
She lets out a moan. “Fassterr…”
Seeing how well she’s taking it, you press the pedal further. 50% this time. Lua’s legs start to tremble as the wheel starts to pick up speed. Her hand reaches down to her clit, her fickle fingers rubbing in a circular motion.
“God, this feels amazing! Faster! All the way!” Lua screams.
Your foot presses down completely. The streaks of clay on the wheel now start to become a complete blur at the highest setting. Lua lowers herself completely, the clay underneath now teasing her pussy lips that are violently vibrating. The vibrator disappears completely. The strong vibrations and fast rotations cause the bottom of her thighs to ripple. The sound of thwacking fills the pottery shop with every rotation. Lua continues to furiously rub, and before long, her back straightens, her entire body now spasming.
“Nghhh… Fuck!”
Lua starts to drip. The clay below her starts to darken with the fluids of her orgasm. She lifts up slightly, and as she does so, it starts to rain. A constant stream of her fluids gush out, randomly splashing flecks of her juice all over the studio. Some drops even manage to land on your face.
Lua gets off completely and falls to the ground. Her chest heaves heavily as she lies in a puddle of her own doing. Her eyes, staring at the ceiling, contemplate the mind blowing session that you had no real part of. Elmo still vibrates and slowly spins even after releasing the pedal.
“Um, Lua? You still alive down there?”
“Fuck, that was so fun. I’ve always wanted to do that. Thanks,” Lua says as she sits back up and grabs her backpack. The vibrator easily dislodges from the soaked piece of clay as she tugs on it and throws it into her backpack. Lua then starts picking up the rest of her belongings from the floor and stuffs them back into the bag. She disappears from your view behind you, continuing to pick up the scattered objects.
“Wait, that’s it? You’re not even gonna help me out? I thought we had a deal.”
Before she can answer, the faint sound of vibrations starts up again. Maybe she isn’t done after all.
Lua, still naked, appears in the corner of your eye, cautiously tiptoeing around the slippery mess she made on the floor. She walks toward the door with a black object in her hand, the sound of vibrations clearly coming from the unknown object rather than Elmo like you previously suspected. Lua peeks out through the blinds. The subtle sound of vibrations stop when she presses the black object against her ear.
“Hello?” Lua asks.
Lua turns and makes eye contact with you for a second before returning to peering out the window. Cognizant of your presence, the volume of her voice fades to hushed library levels, inaudible so that no one can eavesdrop on her call.
Yet, Lua’s body language is expressive, conveying the general sense of her conversation without even hearing a word. Her free hand attaches at her hip, shoulders drooping as one leg bends slightly. Her ass cheeks tense but part just enough to reveal her spent pussy catching the light that bleeds through the blinds. Suddenly, she loses her cool. Her voice crescendos, scaring off some birds outside on the empty street.
“Are you fucking serious? That’s not what you said earlier!”
The conversation goes on for another minute before she hangs up. She continues to stare out through the blinds, eventually letting out a deep sigh.
“Something wrong, Lua?”
She carefully steps across the floor on the way back to your bound body, pulling your chair closer to the pottery wheel before grabbing another chair. Lua sits down next to you in a huff, her back slumped, elbows resting on her knees. Her tummy sinks in and she lets out a long groan.
“Ugh, just our manager changing up the schedule today at the last minute. I’m supposed to have the day off and be enjoying myself, but I guess we all have some other places to be today.”
“So you’re gonna untie me now then, right?”
Lua leans back in her chair. She presses her foot on the pedal below, the pottery wheel spinning again in response.
“Not just yet. It’s your lucky day. You’re going to show me how to properly give a hand job since I’ve never given one before.”
“I can’t show you if I’m still tied up.”
“That’s why I’m starting up the pottery wheel, dummy. You’re gonna guide me with this.”
She leans forward again, her tiny breasts pressing against each other as she smooshes the spinning clay between her cupped hands. It’s still wet enough as is with Lua’s fluids coating it. The malleable mass easily shapes into a cylindrical tower as her hands push upward.
“Well, you really can’t go wrong however you do it. Just don’t be too rough,” you tell Lua.
The pottery wheel continues to spin. Lua grips gently around the clay, her wrists sprightly snapping, hands stroking up and down.
“Like this?”
“You can go a little faster if you like. Don’t be afraid to get in there with some mouth action.”
Lua takes the directions to heart, upping her pace on the makeshift cock. She leans forward and her tongue makes contact with the top of the cylinder, the tip of her tongue slowly being covered with a brownish gray layer of clay. She pulls away, eyes shut with lips puckering into a sour expression.
“God, that tastes terrible!” Lua spits out a chunk of clay, cleansing her tongue with some water before grimacing at you and searching for your approval. “Like that?”
“No. If you’re going to use your mouth, don’t just stick your tongue out. Wrap your entire mouth on it. Let your tongue slide underneath. Keep stroking while you’re doing it. Depending on the guy, maybe even play with his balls a little. But most importantly, maybe don’t seem so disgusted. Do it again.”
She lets out a grumble. “See, this is exactly why I prefer sex with women and why Elmo is the only one I let penetrate me! Elmo nevers complains, he’s just happy to be there! And he actually knows how to pleasure a woman!”
Despite Lua’s anger, she continues again on the clay. This time, she fully commits, wrapping her mouth around the top. One hand continues to stroke up and down while the other moves down to the base, faux-fondling balls that aren’t there.
Blood rushes to your own cock from the sight of Lua performing a blowjob on a clay shaft, a result of Lua’s greatly improved technique thanks to initial feedback. Lua’s lips, locked on the clay with not even an ounce of disgust on her face, look tasty enough for her to try her technique on the real thing. She pulls away and stops the wheel completely, her hands and mouth covered in the same brownish gray hue.
“Like that?” she asks again, this time with a raised eyebrow like she knows she did a great job. Her eyes briefly dart down to see your erection, and now she knows she did a great job. Even through all that clay in her mouth, parts of her pearly white teeth shine through her dirty lips in a smile of satisfaction.
“That’s better. I think you’re—” you start, but Lua interrupts.
“Go ahead, I know what you’re gonna say. You think I’m ready to test out my newfound skills on your cock now, right?”
“Y-yeah. Please?”
“Fine, but make it quick. We all have places to be. And let me know when you’re close. I don’t want to be surprised.”
“Okay, let’s see those hands work their magic, Lua.”
She doesn’t even wipe off the wet mixture from her hands. Lua grabs hold with her cold, muddy fingers. The clay makes sloshing noises as she rubs up and down, the mixture transferring onto your cock in the process.
Lua starts slow, squeezing a little too tight for comfort. It’s almost as if she unlearned everything you just taught her.
“Too tight, Lua! Relax. And like I said, you can go a little faster.”
There’s a feeling of relief as she loosens her grip. Her determined gaze meets your eyes as her two hands continue their magic, increasing the pace as her confidence grows.
“Yeah, you like that don’t you?” she asks.
“It’s okay. Do you even remember the steps I taught you, though?”
She lets go completely, her face boiling red.
“You think I don’t remember everything you taught me after I executed perfectly on clay? Fuck you.” She gets up from her seat but not before spitting. The clay she sucked up from earlier mixes with her saliva and sprays across your face.
Suddenly, a wrecking ball strikes the middle of your chest. A jolt of pain radiates from the point of contact to the rest of your torso as you wonder what just hit you. The chair tips over backwards, and in the split second during the fall, all you see is Lua’s smirk and her outstretched leg. She disappears from your view behind the bottom of the chair, replaced by the sight of the ceiling above and the sound of your head meeting hard tile.
Another jolt of pain radiates from the back of your head, more excruciating than Lua’s kick to your chest that’s now subsided. It lingers like a bad headache, feeling like the impact would have cracked your skull. In fact, it feels like it might have, what with the feeling of warm liquid increasingly soaking through hair and scalp on the back of your head. You turn to the side to check. Luckily, no red, the wetness just the juices that Lua had blessed the floor with earlier.
“You’re fine,” Lua comforts.
“Yeah, but still, I could’ve been seriously hurt, Lua!”
“Ugh, fine! If I suck you off, will you promise not to sue?” Her inner thighs glisten, Lua hovering above and waiting for an answer.
“Well, what are you waiting for? You think I’d say no to that? Especially since I can’t go anywhere because you fucking tied me up!”
She disappears from your view briefly. Her backpack rustles again, Lua apparently searching for something else. Before long, she returns with a sly and smug look on her face. In her left hand, she pinches the only phallic object that’s been in her dripping wet pussy all day: Elmo. Her right hand hides behind her back until she exposes it and reveals a blue, monstrous dildo that she can barely wrap her hand around.
“Wh-what the fuck is that?”
“This is my other friend, Cookie Monster. You know, ‘cause he’s big and blue and likes to chomp on my sweet, little cookie.” She offers a devious smirk as she approaches and bends down toward you. Cookie Monster grows even bigger as she slowly shoves it toward your face. Her eyes twinkle with the same excitement she had when she first introduced you to Elmo. Here she goes again.
“Don’t you dare fucking stuff that thing in my mouth!”
Too late.
The base of the blue dildo is surprisingly manageable, but Lua forcefully shoves it in despite wriggling protests.
“No, no, stop squirming around! You’re gonna hurt yourself. You want to get out of here in time to get to Sei, don’t you? This will be quick, I promise.”
Your rogue tongue stops wrestling the blue silicone pressing against it knowing that she isn’t wrong. Lua pinches either side of your jaw, allowing Cookie Monster to be firmly planted in your mouth. She lowers herself again onto your face, sliding up and down, easily taking in the entire length of Cookie Monster in her pussy.
Through the sound of her ass clapping against your face, you hear Lua start to speak: “You don’t think I remember all the things you taught me, do you? I’ll show you!”
Lua’s unrelenting pussy continues to bounce up and down on your mouth. It blocks your view, but you run through every pointer you gave her as you feel her execute each step.
Wrap your entire mouth on it.
Lua’s lips pucker and kiss your tip. Just a casual peck, enough to keep you wanting more. Then her clay-moisturized lips manage to part just ever so slightly. As she advances her head forward to take you in, her lips conform to the shape of your shaft, making sure no air escapes the vacuum of her impending blowjob. For her first time, it’s a little slobbery. The feeling of her saliva swishes around as she gently sucks on you. By your estimation, she stops nearly halfway down, but it’s really hard to tell given how mind numbing Lua’s mouth wrapped around you feels.
Let your tongue slide underneath.
Her tongue, which laid idle when she took you in, is now lively, jerking back and forth against the top of your shaft in the quasi-69 position. Her tongue wriggles to the left. Then to the right. She even throws a few tongue rolls against your shaft. It’s a little all over the place, but she does a serviceable job for a neophyte.
Keep stroking while you're doing it.
Her finger, still wet and cold from working a clay cock earlier, tickles the bottom of your shaft. There isn’t any confusion now: she definitely has her mouth halfway down. Her fingertip tickles against the underside of your cock, running from the base to the middle of the shaft, stopping when she reaches her lips. Then she grabs hold with one hand and pumps, all parts of your shaft now either being sucked or stroked.
Play with his balls a little.
With her free hand, Lua grabs hold, alternating her squeeze intensity between playful and downright aggressive. Every stroke she makes with her other hand beats off in time with each squeeze, creating a perfect symphony composed of her two hands and mouth. If only she’d get off your face so that you could visually enjoy the concert as well. Having Lua’s ass slamming against your face as she fully takes Cookie Monster up her dripping cunt isn’t a bad visual at all, though. There’s only one more step now.
Don't seem disgusted.
The most important step. Her hand is doing such a good job of keeping you entertained that you almost don’t notice her lips no longer wrapped around you. That is, until you feel her saliva dripping onto your stomach and the air cooling your tip as it reacts with the layer of her slobber. Lua lets out a sigh of satisfaction, loud enough for you to hear.
“You’re so big! You feel so swollen, like you’ve got a big load just ready to burst into my mouth. You’re almost there, huh? I can feel you throbbing in my mouth.”
Whether or not she actually means it is a different story, but at least the girl is making an effort. And to this point, she’s run through every piece of advice you’ve given her about giving blowjobs to a T.
“You ready to cum? Sei’s waiting, you know.”
It’s hard to let out even a whimper to answer her. Instead, your teeth grip onto Cookie Monster, the base still lodged in your mouth and the rest still pressing between Lua’s wet cunt that’s now starting to trickle drops of her cum onto your neck and chin. Unable to speak, you pull your head off the floor, leaning further into Lua’s ass. You repeat the motion a couple more times trying to signify a nod as Cookie Monster gently wiggles inside her pussy.
“Oh, so you are ready to cum? I know exactly what you need to give you one final push.”
Her hand relinquishes the grip it has on your cock. With Lua still sitting atop you, there’s no visual cue as to what she’s preparing, but she’s definitely going off script. Having exhausted all the pointers you gave her, there’s no telling what Lua is going to do now.
“I’m gonna enjoy milking you for everything you have left,” she says. Then, a click followed by the undeniable vibrations of Elmo tells you all you need to know.
Lua teases you, running the tip of her vibrator down the length of your cock. Just a little tickle. Lua traces the vein running down the underside of your shaft. Pulsation leads to throbbing before the vibrator massages your balls.
“Oh you like that, don’t you? We haven’t even gotten to the best part! Here, I’ll even let you watch.”
Lua dismounts from your face and removes Cookie Monster from your mouth. She kneels on the floor next to you, giving you a full view of her performance.
“Just tell me when you’re gonna cum, okay?” she asks. You nod in agreement knowing it isn’t long now.
She pulls Elmo off briefly but then presses it parallel to your cock, the entire length now tickling you with a heavenly sensation. As she holds it there, she leans forward, sticking out her tongue and sliding it down the opposite side of your cock. First, from the base, running up the length until she gets to the tip. A little lick, and before you know it, Lua slides both the vibrator and your cock into her mouth. Her lips clamp down, your cock now sandwiched between her vibrator and tongue.
It’s almost too good. The sensation of the vibrator is divine enough. But having her mouth wrapped around with her tongue on the other side of your cock? If there is a heaven, it wouldn’t even compare to the sensation that Lua is giving you right now. The vibrator trills against the roof of her mouth, sending pulsations to her cheeks that massage your shaft from the sides. The shockwaves manage to reach her tongue on the other end, adding in another dimension to Lua’s tongue rolls against your cock. You could die happy in this position.
Even through all the senses affecting your cock, you can feel the tingling of an impending orgasm. You try to hold it in as long as you can, trying to enjoy every last second of the Lua-vibrator combination on your cock.
“Okay, okay, I’m about to cum!” you yell. “Oh, fuck, I’ve got a big load for you!”
Lua quickly pulls away, shutting off her vibrator and tossing it to the side. She sits cross legged on the floor next to you with elbows on her knees and hands curled into fists resting on her cheeks. Her dimples become apparent with a wide smile as she waits for the inevitable. With your body still tied up, there’s nothing you can do to avoid the impact of the ruined orgasm.
You try wriggling around in hopes of escaping the blast radius, but it’s too late. Maybe you shouldn’t have held it in earlier. The build up causes a high pressure, and the first shot easily reaches the moon. It shoots past your chest and lands on your face, dripping off the sides of your cheek. The pressure dies down on the second shot, but the damage is already done. More manages to land on your face, but the majority coats your neck. The subsequent shots aren’t too bad. Most of it lands on the rope until your orgasm dies down completely with the final shots soiling your shirt near the stomach area.
Satisfied with the show, Lua gets up and starts to get dressed.
“What the fuck! Why, Lua?” you ask through white lips.
“That’s for thinking I couldn’t give a proper blowjob, you fucker.”
The warmth of your own cum starts to seep into your pores. You eagerly wait for Lua to get dressed as she leaves you still tied to the chair. She disappears into the back again, and when she reappears, she returns with a neatly folded piece of paper in one hand and a paper towel in the other. She brushes the paper towel against your face. It’s abrasive like sandpaper as she wipes off your mess. Lua then stands the chair upright, shoving the piece of paper she brought with her between your lips before she finally unties you.
“There. That’s the address where you can find Sei. I’ve got to clean this place up before that poor part-timer comes back from her forced lunch break, but you’re free to go.”
Humiliated, you pull on your pants and hurriedly exit without saying another word to Lua. You open the note that Lua gave you. Strange. It’s the same address as the last one in Sei’s letter.
Across the alleyway, a couple is making out against one of the buildings. A hand reaches underneath the woman’s skirt, exposing a blessed view of groped ass cheeks in the process. The woman, who has her partner pinned against the wall, breaks off the lip lock.
“I want you to fuck me right here,” she says, apparently unaware of any other souls in the vicinity.
At least someone is getting action in this alley.
Still, it’s a lewd scene. If it were you, you’d have no problem with the public sex. But as an unwilling spectator? You can’t help but think how gross it is for two random strangers to be bumping uglies in an alleyway.
“Get a room, you two,” you yell, unable to look at them as you walk toward the main road. Luckily, a vacant taxi happens to be waiting at the end of the street ready to take you away from them.
“Where to, sir?”
When he turns toward the backseat, he catches a glimpse of the letter you’re pointing to and the last address on it.
Hopefully, it’s not too late to catch up to Sei.
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