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You Will Beg

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The moment you open the door and turn your gaze to the occupant of the hotel room, you swivel straight back out the door. Annoyed, you whip out your phone. A few dial tones later, “Hm? Thought you’d be busy by n—”

“Hey, I told you, no underage girls,” you hiss at your friend.

“She’s not—”

“Hey, I can hear you ya know.” The muffled, feminine voice is accompanied with a banging of the door you just closed.

Hearing this, your friend laughs. “That’s her?”

“…yeah, think so.” You open the door and are met with the indignant expression of the breathtakingly beautiful, youthful, Korean woman, crossing her arms under her breasts. “Sorry, I was just speaking to—”

“For your information, I am not underage.” She procures an identity card from the purse clutched by her other hand. “I’m twenty years old already.” Seeing the stated year of her birthdate, you can see that she’s telling the truth, and nothing about it indicates to you that it’s fake.

“I see.”

“She’s a feisty one, isn’t she?” You barely hear your friend’s quip from the phone that was hovering over your shoulder as you talked to the Korean woman, who you had been told was named Yuri.

You press your phone against your ear again, saying, “Um, never mind. My bad.”

“No worries. Have fun.”

You hang up the phone, stuff it in your pocket, and say to Yuri, “My apologies, I didn’t mean to offend you, I just—”

“It’s fine.”

Yuri turns away, carefully stowing the identity card in her purse and setting it onto the dresser sitting next to the king-sized bed. She immediately seats herself on the bed, and just from the prim-and-proper, upright sitting position, you wonder if she’s a daughter of some wealthy family you’ll later regret getting involved with.

“So? Are we going to start?”

To this, you raise an eyebrow. Usually, your clients are demurer and need some easing into it; not to say you never got clients who are raring to go from the start, but none so blunt and with such an expressionless face, especially those who are so young as Yuri.

All the better when you get her moaning and screaming out for you.

“Eager, are you?”

Yuri rolls her eyes. “You aren’t being paid to stand around and talk at me, you’re being paid to fuck me.”

“Then, let’s get started right away, shall we?” Yuri rolls her eyes again. ‘Finally,’ so says her body that was shuffling backwards to a laying-down position on the bed. “First of all, you can call me ‘Master’, or ‘Daddy’.”

Yuri scoffs, propping herself up by her elbows to look at you. “Yeah, right. Why would I need to do that?”

You usually don’t do this kind of stuff with your clients. With Yuri, though, you do it for a selfish reason: you want the satisfaction for when she eventually breaks and gives in. “For when you’re screaming as you cum on my dick.”

You can just barely tell that the vulgar language makes the snobby girl flinch, but almost imperceptibly. Thankfully, due to the line of business you are in, such minute details are things you’ve trained yourself to notice. “In your dreams, Leonardo DiCaprio.”

“Leonardo DiCaprio?”

“Since you seem to love younger girls so much. How old are you, even?”

A chuckle escapes your lips. Yuri was a feisty one for sure, but that isn’t necessarily a bad thing. “Let’s just say I’m less than twice your age.”

“So, you’re 39 years old.”

At that, you full-on laugh. “Is that how you took that?”

“Are we going to talk all night or are you going to strip already?”

Your dick twitches. Normally, you try to find something appealing about the body of your client, but with Yuri, doing so isn’t even remotely a challenge: her bosom is larger than what her petite figure might’ve suggested, and her skin is porcelain white and taut. She is beautiful as she is brattish, and that aspect makes this all the more appealing: Yuri’s demeanor might be combative now, but that only means conquering her will be all the more satisfying.

“Then, shall we?”

You waste no time in climbing onto the bed, throwing your shirt off in the process. And almost immediately, you come one step closer to that goal: as your naked torso is laid bare to the twenty-year-old woman, she freezes, her eyes bulging out of their sockets as they scan across your abs and pecs onto your deltoids, triceps, and then biceps that you’ve spent the last fifteen or so years of your life carefully sculpting for moments exactly like these. It lasts only for a second, breaking as soon as you make contact with her legs, parting them.

“No panties, huh? Good girl.”

Curtained by the delicate material of her skirt lay a pair of neatly shaven pussy lips. Although you wish there’s more light, Yuri is already starting to give some resistance against spreading her legs further, so you make do. However, even with the relatively dim lighting you have, you can easily see through her stalwart stubbornness as, the moment your fingers brush up against her labia, you can feel her entire body tense and hear her breath hitch ever so slightly. You grin to yourself, your fingers pushing aside the lips to reveal her pink, wet folds.

“I didn’t pay you to just stare at my pu-pussy.”

You burst out laughing, and while Yuri’s face turns an adorable shade of bright red, her demeanor remains standoffish. A grin invariably spills out onto your lips. “Your what?”

“Never mind!”

The smile on your lips widen, but you oblige her unspoken request to ‘get on with it’ and redirect your eyes back onto the intersection of her legs. This time, when your hands gently push against her legs, she offers less resistance, granting you a better view of those slightly damp, salmon-colored lips hidden between her legs.

“You’re surprisingly cute.”

“And you’re surprisingly talkative for a gigolo.”

“Most of my clients are younger than me, if you’d believe that.”

“I can, actually, Leo.”

The quip makes you smile again. “Plus, I only do this part-time.”

“Whatever. Less talking, more fuc—” Yuri cut herself up with a shrill, adorable, yelp. Your chest swells with pride, noting that as the second time you were able to break through her icy visage, this time by lightly rubbing her clit with your index finger.

“Yes, ma’am.” Unfortunately, getting more of a reaction from Yuri proves to be difficult, even as you trace the outline of her slit with your fingers. Not even occasionally brushing up against her sensitive nub again is able to draw out another reaction, but you can see why: Yuri had sucked in her lips, but is otherwise maintaining her stone-cold demeanor as much as she can. You can still see traces of the work your fingers on her though: a slight hitch of her breath, the slight way she grimaces every now and then, even the avid way she seems to be avoiding your eyes, completely unlike before where she seemed to keep her eyes on you in an attempt to assert dominance over you.

“How is that? Feel good?” While Yuri doesn’t grace your question with a verbal response, her body does. Surely, gradually, her labia becomes more and more damp, her pussy spurting more and more liquid onto your fingers. “You’re getting so wet.”

Yuri opens her mouth to answer, but instead lets out a half-gasp, half-moan when you press your index and middle fingers against her sensitive vaginal lips and run the two digits against them. “Fu—can you just get on with it already?”

“Why? Your body is telling me that it wants to be toyed with more.” To prove your point, your index and thumb gently pinch her clit, causing Yuri to let loose the second squeal of the night. “See?”

“Tha-That’s cheating!”

“All’s fair in love and war.”

“You realize that doesn’t even remotely make sense—” Yuri cuts herself short by a sharp gasp, your index finger now circling the base of her sensitive nub.

“Hm? What were you saying?”

You can see the curses Yuri is flinging at you with her eyes, but the challenge you propose to her is one her ego won’t allow her to back down from. “It-it doesn’t make any sense—” your thumb takes the role from your index finger while your longer digits play with her slowly moistening folds, “—bec-because, that quo-quote, is talking about—” you are barely listening to her, each stutter widening the grin on your face, “—about, how, love is l-like, like war—” the careful, sensual rubbing motions of your fingers, the slow, methodical rimming of her clit by your thumb, you can tell each and every one of your motions are gradually undoing the stubborn Korean woman. Still, she stubbornly continues. “—like war, in that any—any method is allo-allowable.”

“Hmm, I see…”

Foreplay is an important part of sex, especially in your line of work. Whereas sex normally occurs between people with mutual sexual attraction, the more transactional sex you partake in means there is less initial natural lubrication to smooth out the process. Especially for women who have yet to be deflowered, being rash and forceful is the quickest way to lose your clientele. To be clear, the sex is an integral reason why you’ve taken on this part-time occupation, but the reason why you’ve become so popular, or at least so goes your theory, is because of how much attention you put into foreplay, or namely, because of how much you enjoy it.

Seeing a woman squirm at your touch, watching their breaths deepen and arousal settle into their eyes, feeling their wetness grow and grow until they can’t bear it anymore, and yet still denying them for just a bit longer … there’s something invigorating about knowing you are the catalyst that pushes a woman to be in heat, and subsequently, act as the spark that ignites that heat into an explosive ending. In your opinion, this is when every woman is the most beautiful: when she is aroused beyond belief, face flushed and inner thighs damp, begging to be taken.

“So, you read a lot?”

Yuri, in her current state, barely has the wits about her to respond. You know that, but you also know that her ego will shove her arousal down as far as she can push it. To admit that she’s being turned on by your actions is an admission of defeat, to surrender her pride … but how far is she willing to go to maintain this visage?

“It-It-It’s—” You can’t tell if it’s embarrassment from stammering so horribly or from sheer arousal that the tips of her ears ignite into a beautiful shade of pink, but she continues regardless, “—it’s not—” Yuri barely makes it to two words before she cuts herself off with something between a high-pitched squeal and a sigh, a reaction to the slight bit of pressure your thumb applies to the side of her clit, “—pl-please, it’s n-not, not even—” you can see how hard she is trying to respond to your question, and you can see how frustrated she is that she is unable to speak evenly, and all you want to do is to push her more. “—that obs-obscure of knowledge.”

“Hmm, is that so? Well, what does that make me, who didn’t know that?” Yuri opens her mouth to respond, but this time is utterly unable to do so. “I guess you’re a smarty-pants, then, huh? Is that why you’ve come to me? Because you scare off all the guys with your intellect?”

“N-No!” You can see you’ve struck a nerve with her. “I-I’m, I’m not—scary!”

“The stammering mess that you are right now, I’d say you’re anything but.” Yuri flushed an even deeper shade of red, which was apparently possible, and remained silent, not even opening her mouth to respond. “You’re quite cute.”

“Wha-Whatever,” Yuri responds, but her attempt to keep her voice cold and flat falls flat on its face. You chuckle to yourself, then begin applying more pressure to her labia—not inserting them yet, but repeatedly making actions like you are about to. Every time your fingers press against them, you can see Yuri sharply inhale, but just before they push past her damp folds, you pull away. Push and pull, push and pull, Yuri’s breathing becoming increasingly erratic with every passing moment.

How much will it take for her to break? How much can she endure? Your eyes bore into her soul while your fingers unravel the poised, persistent princess she prefaced herself to be.

“Just—”

You stop as abruptly as she interrupts you, but after the one-word interjection, Yuri seems unwilling to continue. “Hm? Just what?”

“Fuck…” you hear her swearing under her breath. You can feel the tension in her body, her will pinning herself down, and even so, the slight squirming and jerking of her body spilling through the cracks. She wants to squirm and writhe under your touch, she wants to scream about how much you’re teasing her, she wants to beg for more, but her ego refuses to let her do so.

“Did you want something from me?”

Here’s the key part: your two digits dip quickly into her heat, but before she has a chance to register the thing she had been so eager for, you take them out.

“Fuck!”

“You gotta speak to me, Yuri.”

Next, your thumb presses down on the clit you’ve been so carefully preparing for this very moment, but before she can let loose the sound of her pleasure, the pressure dissipates.

“Fuck, oh my gosh…”

Give her a taste of what’s to come. Tease her with a hint of the reward, but take it away before she can fully enjoy it. Once she’s tasted the sweetness of the fruit, she’ll do anything to have another bite.

“Hm?”

“…please…”

Yuri barely mutters the word, but you aren’t satisfied.

“What’s that? Yuri, you gotta speak—”

“Fuck, please!” she screams, her hips bucking as your fingers complete another lap around her slit, “please, please, please, stop teasing me and fucking put it inside already!”

Maybe you’re a special kind of demented, but this exact moment is nearly as euphoric as the climax itself. The stone-cold, stalwart expression in her eyes now verging on the point of tears, desperate, lips no longer pressed together in defiance but pulled into a deep, frustrated pout, eyebrows creased, her svelte frame almost at the point of vibrating, bits of sweat glistening against the subdued lighting of the hotel room, her perfectly proportioned face, blindingly clear, pastel-white skin, lush waves of midnight locks splayed out against the mattress she lays upon, soft, red lips, slightly flushed cheeks and delicate, beautiful fingers now curled into fists, the quickened rise and fall of her heaving, clothed chest—an already immaculately beautiful woman, in her most beautiful state. Honestly, sometimes, it feels like you’re cheating your customers of their money. If anything, it should be you who pays her for letting you witness such a breathtakingly stunning, and deeply arousing, sight.

“That’s it. Good girl.”

You pull your hand away, and before Yuri can complain, your fingers curl at the hem of her top and pull it over her head. Yuri complies with the unspoken request, lifting her arms and letting you take her top off, leaving her clad in just the hitched skirt and a frilly, black bra.

“What are you doing?”

“Are you complaining?”

You meet her fiery gaze with equal determination, and eventually, Yuri backs down. “You really wanted to look at my tits that badly, huh?”

“I like you.” Not expecting the straight-forward admission, Yuri guffaws at you, pink-cheeked. “You bratty types.”

Suddenly, her attitude flips. “What, are you—” a squeal, Yuri’s, and suddenly, she’s unable to finish her sentence.

“All talk and no bite.”

You can see Yuri is more hesitant to respond, but her ego doesn’t allow her to stay silent at that. “Wh—” she should’ve been expecting it, but your finger pressing against her clit transforms her words into a squeal all the same.

“Always putting up a strong front. You love to be in control. Or, rather, you think you love being in control.” Yuri doesn’t respond, instead looking at you with an indignant expression. Half of it is offended at your assertions, and half of it is begging you to get on with it already! “Yet, here you are, with me.”

“That—That’s not what happened!”

“Oh? Isn’t it?”

“My—…My stupid friends, they thought it would be funny to do this to me.”

“You let them drive you here?”

“Kicking and screaming.”

“And you’d let your friends force you to do this?”

“W-Well, they—they were really forceful, and they seemed—seemed like they really wanted me to do this, so…”

“Were they the ones to took your panties off beforehand?”

Yuri’s face turned even more red. “Y-Yeah!”

It’s easy enough to poke holes into her story, but, “Oh, poor Yuri.”

“What?” Yuri is trying her best to look tough, but the flustered state of her cheeks only makes her look adorable.

“Trying to make it seem like you don’t want this, when look how wet you are.”

Yuri squeals again when you run a finger down her slit, and then bring the slick digit up to her. “Th-That’s just a physiological response!”

“Do you know how I know you want this?” Yuri’s silent, fierce stare informs you that she doesn’t intend to dignify your question with a response. “I saw the name of the owner of the card that paid for this service.” Seeing the dread fall upon Yuri’s face nearly makes you break out into laughter. “I guess even a smarty-pants like you can be a little dumb sometimes, huh?”

“Th-That-That—…so what?!”

You shake your head. “Of course, nothing’s wrong with it.”

“Then why are you stalling so much? Are you scared? That you’ll cum right away, when you stick it in my—stick it in me?”

Your fingers curl around the hem of her skirt and, with a firm tug, free it from her waist. Your other hand pushes the rest of the article of clothing off her leg and off the bed, leaving the Korean beauty covered only by her bra. “You feisty ones. Always a pleasure.”

“What?”

A smile spills out on your lips. “You all start off so fierce. But, by the end, you all inevitably reveal your true nature: a scared, demure little kitten, who just wants someone to play with.”

“Do you treat all—” this time, Yuri gasps at your hand sneaking under her bra and rolling the nipple of her left breast between your knuckles.

“Oh, don’t worry. In a little bit, you’ll be begging for more.”

In the motion of rolling her eyes, Yuri’s bra is pushed above her breasts, and your hands are on them, lightly, fingers grazing the surface of the soft, sensitive skin. Having been primed for rough treatment, the feathery touches of your fingers now is leaving something to be desired. You can see Yuri arching her back ever so slightly, but you, the professional, draw back just enough to barely maintain contact. You can just about hear the curse lingering on Yuri’s lips, but the only sound that comes out is an exhale that grows deeper the more your fingers lightly massage the plush skin of her supple breasts.

“You’re so quiet all of the sudden. What’s the matter?”

You can see the brief-second struggle that goes on in Yuri’s mind, battling her ego’s need to respond to your quip with her arousal’s attempt to let slip a frustrated gasp or moan. “Th-That—ah~” As soon as she starts speaking, both of your thumbs move dangerously close to her areola. Her chest rises in anticipation of finally being rewarded for all the teasing you’re doing, but just as suddenly, you pull back your thumbs.

“Hm?”

This time, Yuri additionally starts cursing at you with her eyes, and that only makes your smile widen. She can’t just let you win like that, but if she opens her mouth again, you’ll just interrupt her again. So, the only choice is to respond and not react to whatever you’re about to do to her. “—was just think-hnng…” You are a professional, though, and know exactly how to push the buttons of an inexperienced young brat like Yuri. You up the ante, your index and middle fingers lightly rubbing against her areola, causing her to shiver in response, just barely able to suppress a moan but continues on regardless, “—th-thinking, thinking, that you’re—ah, ple—” Yuri catches herself just short of finishing that word from the feeling of your fingers barely grazing the erect, sensitive nubs sitting atop her mounds. Her back noticeably arches into your fingers, but, as usual, you pull away just in time, leaving her with only the ghost of your touch. “St-Stop that!”

“Hm? Oh, you want me to stop?”

You pull your hands away, and you swear you can just barely hear a whimper escape her lips. The expression, of desperation and longing, of a needy puppy who wants—who needs—to continue to be pet, lingers on her face for only a split second. “N-No! I mean—” Your eyebrows go up; Yuri’s trapped, and she knows it. She wants to correct you, that she isn’t requesting you to stop doing what you were doing but to stop interrupting her like that, but do say so is to admit that she likes what your hands are making her feel.

“No? So you want me to continue?”

“W-Well, well, I mean, I-I-I, just—” with every syllable, Yuri’s face turns redder, and your smile turns into a chuckle, “—I paid for you to … to, I mean, not to—not to just play with my tits all night.”

“It looked like you were enjoying it so much, though.” Before she can respond with indignance, your hands go back onto her breasts, its pliability easily giving out to the gentle massaging motion of your hands. Yuri’s mouth opens and her eyebrows tighten, but manages to just barely suppress the moan that threatened to escape her lips. “See?”

“So, so, you’re just gonna play with my tits all night and that’s it?”

“Oh, a nipple orgasm can be quite powerful.”

“Pfft.”

You can tell Yuri’s dismissal is genuine, and that lights a fire under you. “Oh, do you not believe me?”

“That’s not an actual thing. Are you saying you can make me cum just by playing with my boobs?”

“Is that a challenge?”

Under your fierce, determined gaze, you can see Yuri’s disbelief waver. But, as expected, her ego forbids her from saying anything other than, “Yeah. It is, Leo.”

“Take that bra off, I’ll fetch some things.” You climb off the bed and retrieve a bottle of massage oil and a clitoris vibrator from your bag. Sure enough, when you turn back to face Yuri, her bra is laying neatly at her side, her eyes fixated on you as you set the toy on the nightstand and climb back onto the bed, bottle in hand. “Now, before I start, first off, I want to let you know that there’s no need to be shy or embarrassed, ok? I’m a professional, and—”

“Yeah yeah, get on with it.”

You can tell that her confidence is beginning to break apart at the sight of the items you procured from the seemingly innocuous backpack sat in the corner of the room, so your warning came as a reassurance. While not totally unexpected, Yuri’s brash interruption builds upon the desire you have to ruin her.

Not only will she be begging for more, she’ll also be in tears while she does so, and when she cums, you’ll make sure it’s so unforgettable that she can’t help but come back for more.

“Very well.”

You start by applying a small amount of the oil to both hands, enough so that you can just barely see the reflection of the room’s light with the sheen of oil covering your hands. The slightest gasp escapes Yuri’s lips as your hands reestablish contact with her boobs, starting from the outsides, using a gentle, circular, massaging motion with your slick hands. Your massage follows the cadence of her breathing, firmly applying pressure to her breasts with the entire surface area of your palm, your fingers sinking into the silken, delicate texture of the supple mounds to use as a foothold to allow your palm to transfer the equally silky oil from your hands to her. You can feel the warmth of the soft beauty of the woman laying beneath you; soft sighs threaten to escape her gently parted lips, and in resisting, beads of sweat start to reform along her forehead. The closer you get to her areola, the more you can feel her breath deepening, and the more you notice Yuri fighting the urge to gasp or sigh.

“You’re doing great, Yuri.” Your palms cup the underside of her breasts, fingers splitting to avoid her areola, use the same, circular massaging motion on the plush skin. Her boobs move easily with the motion of your firm hands, and you can start to feel Yuri start to also move in tandem with your circular massaging motions. You smile but keep the observation to yourself.

It takes nearly five full minutes, but by the time you’re sure you’ve covered every square inch of her boobs, except for the most sensitive part, you turn your gaze back up to Yuri’s face just as your thumbs ghost over the outer most area of her areola.

“Hnn…”

You can clearly see the impact of the massage: Yuri’s eyes are slammed shut, her body tense, her hands balled into tight fists, every fiber of her being is trying to resist the ecstasy coursing through her veins. “How are you doing?”

Yuri is barely even able to respond to you, reduced to such a state that she’s only able to reply with, “Good.”

You nod, reapplying some oil to the fingertips of your right hand. “I’m glad to hear that.” As soundlessly as you can, you rid yourself of your shirt and lean forward, keeping that right hand on her breasts while the other comes up to cup her face. Yuri melts at your touch, wordlessly letting you tilt her head to the side to grant you access to her nape, which you readily take advantage of.

“Mmm!”

The same moment you plant a kiss just under her jaw, your index and middle finger reward her patience by rubbing the sensitive, light-brown patch. Ever slightly more, you can now feel her breath hitching and deepening from your lips and the slight quivering of her body as it shivers against yours. You alternate, carefully placing your two fingers on her areola and rubbing it in a circular motion for a few seconds, making sure to avoid her nipples, before moving to the other, accompanying each motion with another kiss or a slight nibble. Yuri’s legs begin to rub against each other, heat welling up inside her body, but every time she tries to satiate that heat by arching her back in a desperate attempt for more contact, you, ever so practiced, pull away.

“So impatient,” you mutter, planting another kiss near her Adam’s apple as the two digits draw another circle, “so needy. Do you want it that badly?”

“…gosh…”

The breathless reply, you figure, is the best you would get, so you oblige. When you pull away, Yuri’s eyes snap open, the distress in her eyes transforming into an anticipatory lustful gaze that lands on the vibrator in your hand.

“Feel free to relax, Yuri. You’ve been amazing so far.”

“Wh-Wha-Wha—a-ahn!” an adorable squeal erupts from Yuri’s lips as you turn the vibrator on and press it against the oily areola of her breasts, jumping as if an electric current was sent through her body.

“It’s ok, Yuri. Breathe in,” she obeys, shakily taking in a breath, “and breathe out,” she exhales, noticeably less tense than before. “Enjoy it. Let yourself feel.” You push your voice into a lower, deeper register, seeing its immediate effect from the tension in Yuri’s body gradually starting to unwind. “Feel the warmth. Feel the vibration. Let the pleasure course through your body.” The ripple effects of your words are visible in her body, the way the tension in her limbs seem to come undone slowly with each breath. “Let the ecstasy overwhelm you.” With each syllable, the resistance in Yuri’s body fades, and with each circle you trace on both of her boobs, her body heats up. “This is all a natural part of your body. It’s nothing to fear.”

“Hm…” you can barely hear the sigh over the low hum of the vibrator against her skin, only audible thanks to your eyes being trained on her face. “Hm…”

“That’s it. You’re doing amazingly, Yuri.”

The vibrator draws ever closer to her nipple, but, just as it seems like it’s about to make contact, you alternate to the other breast. With every new tool you introduce, it felt to Yuri like you had been building up to this, but as she grows accustomed to it, the heat in her body starts building, and the ballooning arousal in her system causes impatience to settle in once again.

This entire time, you’ve deliberately avoided her nipples, even though the clitoris vibrator you’re using is primarily used to stimulate such stiff, erogenous areas as the nipple. The more you tease her, the closer you get, the more you can feel Yuri’s impatience build, eventually resulting in a clearly audible whine when, for the umpteenth time, you pull the vibrator away millimeters away from touching the stiff, sensitive nub.

“Good girl.” Trapped between your legs, you can feel Yuri’s tighten, rubbing against each other, desperate to do something with all this welled-up heat and lust. “Good girl.”

It remains elusive. Your free hand joins the fray, massaging one breast while the other is being attended by the sex toy, and when you pull away just barely before grazing her nipple, Yuri lets out an even louder whine.

“Pl…”

Yuri stops herself, but you don’t let her.

“Hm?”

Your other hand’s index finger and thumb rub the oily, light-brown skin as the vibrator repeats the same circular motions. This time, Yuri is watching, her face now beet-red, eyes intense, her lips parted and parting more the closer the vibrator comes to the prize, and when it falls short yet again, the noise that ends up coming out of her parted lips is a whimper.

“I-I, I already said it…”

“Said what?” This time, the vibrator makes contact with her nipple: only for the shortest split second, but enough for Yuri to let out a moan that quickly transforms into a whimper when the sensation disappears instantaneously.

“I said it already, don’t make me…”

“Come, Yuri. Be a good girl, show how good your manners are.”

The ghost of that sensation that sent shockwaves throughout her entire body, if only for a split second, seems to linger. Feeling your gentle yet firm fingers against her skin, feeling the soft vibrations of the sex toy drawing ever nearer but never hitting the mark, Yuri feels her mind slowly slipping, all rational thought, all of her ego and resistances being replaced with that sensation. She needs it, she needs more of it, she needs to feel it fully, and you’re the only one who can give it to her.

“Please, please…”

She doesn’t say any more of that, so you treat her proportionally: the vibrator grazes her other nipple, but before Yuri can even feel anything, the sensation disappears. “Please…?”

Yuri’s lips are pulled into a deep pout. You can see the gears grinding in her mind, every fiber of her being fighting the stubborn front the young Korean woman wants to maintain, and the tears starting to form in her eyes tell of the strain her refusal to acquiesce to the pleasures of her body is. Her impatience has built and built, and now, it’s finally grown massive enough to topple the defiance she tried so hard to cling on to. “Please, use it on my—” she pauses, clearly embarrassed to say the word, but your encouraging nod goads the word out of her mouth, “—on my-my, my nipples, too.”

A smile breaks out across your lips. “Good girl.”

The moment the vibrator makes contact with her right nipple, Yuri lets out a noise that lay somewhere between a gasp and a yelp, quickly shutting her parted lips. But, even as Yuri tries to muffle her ecstasy, she can do nothing about how loudly her body is screaming of it: her head tilts back, her back arching into the electronic device, her thighs rubbing even more tightly against each other, a wet spot beginning to form on the sheets of the bed she lays upon, her balled fists now tightly grabbing onto her legs, as if bracing onto them for something.

It’s when the index finger and thumb pinch her other nipple that Yuri is unable to contain it anymore.

“A-Ah!”

Twisting and turning the hardened nub, rolling it between your fingers as the vibrator works its magic on its twin, Yuri’s voice grows louder with each stimulating movement, the heat welling up inside her growing and spreading.

“That’s it. Let it all out.”

You alternate, letting the nipple of her left breast feel the vibrator as the right becomes trapped by the fingers of your right hand, but both nipples, now being overstimulated by the new sensations, push Yuri’s senses into overdrive.

“Ah, oh my, oh gosh, oh gosh, oh gosh—”

Now unabashedly moaning, unable to do anything but voice her ecstasy, Yuri’s eyes slam shut, her body openly rebelling against her initial plans to remain stoic, squirming, shaking, her arousal deepening and the heat within her building and building to a nearly unbearable level.

“It’s ok, Yuri. Let yourself feel everything. Let it overwhelm you. Don’t hold back.”

When she’s not making snarky quips, you notice that Yuri’s voice is actually extremely attractive. Part of you considers giving her your real name just so that you can hear her scream it.

“Please, please, oh my gosh, oh my—fuck!”

You alternate again, your fingers kneading her tits with greater intensity while rolling, twisting, pinching, and pulling at her nipple, the vibrator pressing into the plush texture of her other breast, stimulating the sensitive skin and the stiff bundle of nerves that stood proudly in the center.

“Haah, fuck, it’s so—” all the tension, all the waiting and wanting more, all the teasing and withholding, dangling the fruit she so desperately wants just out of reach, all of the build up leads to this, the explosive, overwhelming sensation that’s sending shockwaves all across her body. Yuri doesn’t know what to do with herself, her brain so overloaded with pleasure that any semblance of stubbornness, resistance, any trace of the bratty-ness that just about defined her character completely gone. “—so, ah, hnng…”

The more Yuri squirms, the messier her hair becomes, the more sweat that gleans off her forehead, and the more erratic her movements become.

“Can you feel it?” It’s a rhetorical question. It doesn’t take a professional to see how close Yuri has become to climax. And, every inch closer she becomes, that competitive part of you that took her scoffing at the idea of a nipple orgasm as a challenge screams out ever louder, only smothered by the professional veneer you’ve spent so long building.

“Yes, oh my gosh…”

“Are you close?” Yuri nods. There’s a tightness that returns to her body, but it’s not the same resistant kind of tightness that fought against the pleasure her body was feeling. The body is a canvas, and, when in heat, the language it speaks is one you are fluent in. “Can you feel it start to wash over you?” Again, Yuri nods. “Go ahead. Let it all out.”

“Fuck—”

Yuri’s shrill, ecstatic scream fills the room, her body shaking, the building tsunami of pleasure crashing down onto her. Your ears fill with the beautiful melody of her ecstasy, your eyes blessed with the erotic scene of Yuri’s lithe body overcome with a bone-shaking orgasm. Having set the toy down, your hands continue to gently knead her supple bosom, rolling her swollen, light-brown teats with your knuckles as you do so. The previously pristine, snowy-white complexion of Yuri’s face is now glowing pink, and you are glowing in the aftermath of your victory. The defeated party, however, is wholly unable to respond, failing to hold back the torrent of moans and whimpers, each wave of pleasure crashing down on her shaking loose a bit more of her juices that leak out onto her legs and the bedsheets below. In the corner of your eyes, you can see that the wet stain at the intersection of her legs growing, and when your eyes travel down there, you’re graced with the sexy sight of Yuri’s thighs glimmering with the sticky fluid, her toes slowly uncurling as her climax comes to an end.

It takes a moment after her climax subsides that Yuri regains her bearings, and when she does, she jolts to an upright position. Her eyes flicker to the dark stain on the bedsheets, then to her own legs. The tips of her ears, her cheeks, just about her entire face is burning a deep red.

“Wh-Wha-Wha-Wha—”

“How was it? Your first nipple orgasm, I presume?”

“Wh-Wha-What, what, what did you do?!”

Even your professionalism can’t hide the shit-eating grin that appears in the face of Yuri’s indignant, embarrassed response. “I told you, didn’t I? Nipple orgasms can be quite nice.”

Yuri grabs the pillow next to her and buries her face in it. “I … I can’t believe…” Her visuals would’ve ordinarily suggested it, but her standoffish demeanor made you second guess it; it takes this moment to make you realize that Yuri does, indeed, have a cute side after all. Part of you wonders what she’d be like if she was this cute all the time, but then you realize satisfying moments like these wouldn’t happen if that were the case. “…you actually just, just, made me cum from just … j-just, touching my boobs…”

Part of you feels bad for the poor, naïve girl, but the other part of you feels like rubbing it in her face even more. So, you go for a middle-ground approach. “I am a professional, after all. There’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

“Th-That’s right!” Hearing that seems to have reminded Yuri of something. She looks up at you, and, although her face is still rather flustered, her eyes meet yours. “That wasn’t what I paid for! I paid you to fuck me!”

“Hm? Are you complaining?”

“W-Well—” it’s easy to see the answer in her face, but her ego doesn’t let her admit it, “—yes! I—I, I didn’t want to cum from that. All those reviews raved about how great you were, especially dealing with vir—” as obvious as it is, Yuri still somehow feels the need to be embarrassed at that fact. Seeing the unchanging expression of your face gives her the confidence to continue, “—virgins, and especially with how—how—…”

“How great I am with my dick?”

Yuri, who had begun cooling down from being so red, turns a shade pinker at the harsh wording you chose to use. “Yeah.”

“Don’t worry, we’ll get to it. Just think of what you just experienced as a first-time bonus.”

“I bet you say that to all the girls.”

“Hm?” The playful grin returns to your lips. “Jealous?”

Yuri rolls her eyes. “As if. Try again, Leo.”

“Still calling me that, huh?”

“You haven’t given me anything to call you by, so that’s what I’m calling you.”

“If I recall properly, I did give you something.”

“You really think I’m gonna call you ‘daddy’?”

“Oh? Another challenge?”

Clearly intimidated by how successfully you completed the first ‘challenge’ Yuri presented you, now, the young Korean woman backs off, her eyes wide. “N-No. No, it’s not, I’m just saying.”

“Sweet little Yuri.”

There’s a kind of fear in Yuri’s eyes that you enjoy. You can tell you’ve earned respect from Yuri—or, maybe the word isn’t ‘respect’. More like ‘reverence’. Whatever it is, Yuri can clearly feel the weight behind your words, and with the promise you just made to her, she feels its inevitability as a threat to her own autonomy.

“Wai—” the words are cut off with a shrill yelp as you spread her legs and run two digits along her wet slit.

“You want to get right into it, right?” you say as you quickly strip off your pants, then your boxers.

“Uh-Uh, um, ye-yeah.” There is considerably more hesitation in her voice as her eyes land on your hard-on, but her ego prevents her from doing anything but doubling down.

“Excellent.” Yuri’s impatience is starting to affect you as well; but first… “For once, we agree on something.”

When you grab her legs and lift her bum up, the hesitation in her eyes starts to pop out. “U-Uh! U-um, wait…”

You stop in the motion of positioning your dick at her entrance. “Cold feet?”

You know those taunting words will reignite her resolve, and seeing the fire return in her eyes, you smile to yourself. It’s almost too easy. “You wish. Try me, Leo.”

Immediately after that, Yuri lets out a gasp from the feeling of your length rubbing against her slick folds and another, louder gasp when your cock brushes against her clit. You wordlessly observe the kaleidoscope of emotions Yuri’s face is shifting through: the stalwart stubbornness to hide her pleasure, her parted lips trying to stay shut, her eyes that rapidly flip between pleasure and frustration, her indecisive legs halfway between wrapping themselves around your waist and pushing you away, but her furrowed eyebrows and the slight puffs of pleasure that inexplicably escape her lips every now and then that betray her desire to keep a poker face.

“F-Fuck, are you just gonna rub y-your dick against my pus—against my p—against it, or are you gonna use it like you’re supposed to?”

As fun as it is to tease the obstinate girl, you figure bringing her to beg twice is good enough. And, although you are a professional, you are also a man: no woman you’ve ever been with had elicited such a strong desire to fuck relentlessly than Jo Yuri.

“I appreciate the haste, Yuri, but don’t you think you’re forgetting something?”

Yuri rolls her eyes, for once showing the genuine feeling of frustration she’s experiencing on her face while you pull away. “Now what?”

As impatient as you, yourself, are to, as she would put it, ‘get on with it already’, remembering these important details, even in the heat of the moment, are why this part-time gig is so fruitful for you. “Protection, Yuri. Unless you have no issues risking getting pregnant, it would be wise for you to remember this for your future partners as well.”

How could she have forgotten? Was she that impatient that she forgot such a crucial step? And, most importantly, how were you going to react if you figured out? It’s equal parts fascinating and amusing how you can see these questions going through Yuri’s mind.

“Well, you—well, that’s your job, isn’t it?”

As expected, Yuri completely disregarded it, in fact shifting the responsibility to you, but you simply smile back. “I suppose you’re correct.” While her words remain brash, her actions become less so: you can feel her eyes zeroed in on your cock as you roll the condom over it, making sure to leave a little bit of space at the tip. Her legs remain spread, obediently waiting for you to situate yourself between them once again, and this time, when you lift her butt up to align yourself against her damp sex, she doesn’t complain. You aren’t looking at her face, intentionally so: at this juncture, meeting her gaze has a chance to activate her stubborn nature, and given how her arousal and impatience has turned those aspects of her personality down so much already, that’s the last thing you want to do—for now, at least. And, this time, when you run your condom-covered cock against Yuri’s pussy lips, she doesn’t complain, although you can hear puffs escaping her mouth that you’re unsure are muffled moans or silenced protests. You can feel her burning gaze locked onto your dick, but you don’t meet it: Yuri’s lips are pretty, but if you had to pick, you’d say the lips you’re currently looking at are more appealing.

“Aah, gosh…” When you hear Yuri muttering that under her breath, you take that as your cue.

“I don’t suppose I need to ask…?�� It’s only when you say those words that you look up at Yuri, who appears to have transformed into a completely new woman: her eyes were now unabashedly screaming in desperation, not even flinching as your gaze lands on her, trained fiercely on the member that’s rubbing against her flopping, wet folds.

“N-No.” It’s adorable, how much Yuri is trying to cling onto any semblance of control.

“Good.”

That’s the last warning you give her before you unceremoniously shove as much of your length as you can fit in one stroke inside her.

“Ah, ah fuck!”

With that, the last bit of control Yuri so desperately clung onto slips out of her grasp. You feel yourself tensing, too; the wetness, the intense pressure, the heat emanating from her core dials your arousal up and up. Your professionalism is all that’s holding you back from abandoning all pretenses and ravaging her with all the pent-up lust you’ve gathered from watching the sexy, young Korean woman squirming under your touch, exuding such ecstasy that it spills over the sky-high dam of self-control and petulant resistance her psyche had constructed, into her eyes and past her lips. Yuri, while certainly not the most curvaceous woman you’ve been with, is undoubtedly one of the most beautiful, and while that would’ve ordinarily been enough to create an intense desire, the satisfaction of getting her, the woman who insisted over and over on ‘starting’ but becomes hesitant the second you pull your pants down, who scoffs at the idea of being stimulated to orgasm from only her boobs only to succumb to such an intense climax minutes later, to so loudly exclaim her lust and pleasure drives your desire up further.

You find yourself unable to tear your eyes away from Yuri’s face, ever the picturesque view, even twisted in pleasure as it is while you slowly, gently push yourself inside her. The amount of restraint you’re exercising grows by the second, especially as you see the steely, cold visage Yuri had initially put up sliding off bit by bit, but you hold on. It certainly helps that the incredible tightness of Yuri’s cunt makes it easy to restrain yourself; although she’s providing plenty of natural lubrication for your cock to enjoy, each millimeter feels like an intense battle you have to win every single time.

“Congrats on finally losing your virginity.”

Yuri doesn’t have a chance to respond with words, another moan coming tumbling out her pretty little lips, the feeling of her newly deflowered pussy being pried apart so much sending shockwaves throughout her body and overloading her mind. You continue watching Yuri, gently rocking back and forth, advancing bit by bit with every stroke: her half-lidded eyes, her thrown-back head, her silky, jet-black locks spread all across the pillow her head is resting on, her slightly parted, cherry-red, cupid’s bow lips, the purity of her beauty still shining brightly amongst the pleasure mixed in spurs you on even more.

The further you go, the more you’re reminded to hold the breaks; as much as you want to go full throttle and ruin her, the fact that she’s a virgin is even present in how incredibly tight she is, and then again when you feel a resistance you’re familiar with.

“Yuri, are—”

“Ye-Yes, yes, do it!”

You don’t need to hear any more than that. You brace your knees against the mattress and start applying firm pressure against the barrier until it makes way for your cock, and even as it does it does so, there’s almost no change in Yuri’s facial expression: while there’s signs of slight discomfort, you can still clearly see the pleasure on her face. It turns out, your caution proves to be excessive as, not seconds afterwards, Yuri is egging you on.

“Fuck, please…”

The process of breaking one’s hymen isn’t always painful, or even uncomfortable, but this is your first time breaking it for a client who is this indifferent about it. Did she even notice? Is she just playing it off? But you don’t even see tears forming in the corners of her closed eyes.

“Do you want me to continue?”

“Yes! Please!”

It isn’t your intention to make her plead more: it’s professional curtesy as well as human decency to treat your clients who wish to have their cherries popped with care, but seeing as Yuri seems to have no desire to be treated that way, you figure it’s additionally your professional duty to oblige that request.

“Yes, ma’am.”

Yuri’s moans grow a few pitches higher and a few decibels louder in reaction to you obeying that request. Her legs start wrapping around your waist, as if it’s the most natural thing in the world, following the rocking motion of your body, pushing deeper inside her with each thrust. Her softly swaying tits are tempting, the erect and slightly swollen nipples even more so, but you keep your hands on her waist. Slowly, excruciatingly slowly, you make progress, and Yuri notices too.

“Oh gosh, how much more is there?”

“A little less than half is left.”

Your last few clients have been on the more experienced side, but even so, you feel as though you’ve never experienced a pussy that is this incredibly tight. It’s a good thing Yuri is already lubricated from her previous orgasm, or else this might’ve been too painful for her, or perhaps impossible, even.

“What?!”

You’re above-average in size—obviously, or else you wouldn’t be nearly so popular—and while you don’t always get comments about that fact, it’s all but inevitable for someone of Yuri’s stature. You’re not sure if it’s simply her small stature, or maybe the prim-and-properness you initially detected about her leading to minimal self-love down here, or maybe it’s her slim-yet-toned body that incidentally causes her pussy to be this tight, but you find yourself having to take more and more breaks to let her—and yourself, frankly—to get used to your girth and length.

“You can do it, can’t you?”

You’re the one who says it, and you of all men know the amazing capacity of the vagina to stretch, but even you aren’t sure if Yuri can fit your entire length. And, this time, even the challenging words you pose to Yuri isn’t enough to light a fire in her eyes.

“Oh my…”

That daunting prospect aside, hearing the slightly horrified whisper that trails off into nothingness fills your ego even fuller than Yuri’s incessant moans already have. If hearing Yuri professing her pleasure so openly is the fuel that drives your every thrust, that whisper is the nitro boost that pushes you into overdrive.

“One way to find out?”

You don’t give Yuri a chance to acquiesce, tossing aside polite, professional considerations for the comfort of your customer.

“A—fuck!”

Yuri’s moans transform into ecstatic screams, and it feels like your body absorbs the sound as well as the tight warmth of her pussy attempting to squeeze the life out of your cock. You can feel more of the viscous fluids stick to the thin plastic covering along your length with every in-stroke, and feel bits of those fluids fly out and land all over your groin, Yuri’s groin, her legs, even on both of your stomachs, and all of it pushes you further and further. You can feel your cock wedging between her tight walls and slowly forcing them apart, and somehow, this entirely novel experience doesn’t seem to particularly phase Yuri; each moan that escapes her lips urges you forward.

“Fuck, I-I can’t, it’s—it’s too big!”

That’s the first indication of Yuri resisting, but her body says otherwise: her legs have now firmly wrapped around your waist, the bucking of her hips matching the pace of your thrusting.

“You can, Yuri.”

“You’re—You’re gonna break me…”

You can see—rather, you can feel why she says so. Part of it is your own desire, part of it is your experience, but most of it is faith in the surprising sturdiness of Yuri’s body you’ve noticed so far. “It’ll be fine. You got this.”

“Ah…” Although that feeling, of being on the verge of breaking, never completely fades, Yuri more or less becomes accustomed to it, and the more time passes, the more that concern fades into the background. “…hmm…”

Not every client of yours who turn out to be so vocal have voices that are as pleasant to your ears as Yuri’s. It isn’t even a minute after voicing that concern that she’s nearly singing out her ecstasy, each note adorned with slight vibrato from the force from your hips rocking her relatively small frame. You briefly wonder if she’s a singer, then you wonder what such a beautiful voice would sound like calling out your name.

“God, I can’t believe how fucking tight you are, Yuri.”

“I-Idiot, why are you so big?”

You take her counterpoint in stride, not long after reaching the deepest parts of Yuri’s snatch as signified by the satisfying clap of your groin against her ass.

“Fuck, is that finally everything?”

You grind against her groin, grinning as the stimulation elicits a surprised yelp-moan from Yuri. “Yes.”

“All … all of it … I can’t … gosh, it’s so much…”

“I believe in you, Yuri.” She isn’t given a chance to respond as you, again, start moving before she’s ready, turning the words she’s about to respond to you with into another shrill moan. You have to start slow, but as she begins to get used to your size, you begin to pick up speed.

“That fucking thing … it’s so … I can’t believe…” You know her pussy is stretching to accommodate its oversized guest, but you never let a feeling of content settle for too long: as soon as you’re able, you pick up the pace, and soon, the combined heat of her cunt and the friction from its walls against your length, the slight smacking sound of your crotch against hers, the squeaking of the rocking bed beneath you, both noises combined with Yuri’s beautiful voice vocalizing her ever-deepening arousal, the stench of sex and Yuri’s precum splattering all over your and her body, the feeling of her legs tensing against your hips and the convulsing, fleshy walls of her pussy rubbing against your thinly covered shaft fill every fiber of your being with an ecstasy brimming over the edge and spilling over the sides.

“Fuck, Yuri, your pussy is so fucking good.”

Yuri barely seems to be able to process your words, however, lost in a world of her own lust and ecstasy, her head tilted all the way back, her hands gripping onto the bedsheets like she’s trying to rip holes in them, her body absolutely vibrating and her delicate, yet surprisingly sturdy frame shaking with the force of your every thrust. It seems like she’s completely forgotten about any discomfort or concerns about being broken, and now is shamelessly moaning, responding to your every stroke by thrusting her hips to match it.

“Oh my gosh…” Yuri acclimating to your size unlocks you to put more of your back into every thrust, the result of which is her body shaking so violently that the vibration is showing in her voice. “…so m—… oh, fuck…”

Feeling how tightly Yuri’s legs are now wrapped around your waist, your right hand migrates upwards and catches Yuri by surprise, who lets out a yelp upon feeling that hand on her tits.

“Wha—” her words turn into a sigh and then into a soft moan, her recently opened eyes fluttering back shut and her head sinking back into the pillow. “… oh … wow, that’s…”

You’re not sure if it’s some semblance of her ego that preemptively cuts her off before she can compliment you or if she’s simply unable to finish her sentences, but you don’t care either way. The harder you go into Yuri, the more you feel yourself losing it: your professionalism, your manners, what you’re even doing here, what you’re here for, nothing matters but the chasing the next satisfying, slightly moist clap of your skin against each other and the tension in your nethers to tighten ever so slightly more in response.

“For someone so thin, your tits are pretty fucking big.”

Before, Yuri might’ve teased you for the comment, maybe making a joke about her little nickname for you, ‘Leonardo DiCaprio’, and your supposed love for younger women. However, now, not only does Yuri not have the right mind to even remember that nickname, she’s wholly unable to answer but with fragments of words that all transform into moans anyway.

“Pl … pl-please…” The effects of your fingers teasing at her nipples doubles down on the stimulation overload Yuri is experiencing, a sensation she hadn’t even experienced until this night, where she is now being doused with relentlessly, without break. It’s not your intention to make her beg, but it seems to just naturally slip out. “…oh my go—…more, please, I’m getting so close…”

The thing is, though, that you’re also getting close, and you don’t know if you can hold off before Yuri comes to an orgasm. As a professional, your own orgasm is almost never a consideration, and while it’s easier for women in your field to solve this issue, as a woman’s orgasm often requires more a man’s does, not to mention the complete lack of a refractory period for them, men such as you have to resort to tricks. You’re not quite fighting tooth and nail to hold back your load yet, but if you don’t do anything, Yuri’s first time might end in an unsatisfactory manner. And, not only do you have a reputation to withhold, but you personally don’t want that to happen: partially because you feel every woman’s first time should be memorable at the very least, but mostly because you want to rub it in her bratty little face after-the-fact.

“You’re getting close?”

Yuri nods.

“Do you wanna cum?”

Those words did exactly what you wanted them to do: Yuri opens her eyes, and when she sees the expression on your face, she is suddenly reminded of the person she was when you first walked into the door.

“Oh, my go—” Yuri lets out a yelp as your hand shoots down from her boobs to her clit, using your two longest digits to start rubbing the hardened nub. “—fuck! What are—ng, fuck!”

While your fingers go to work, you begin to alternate between thrusting and grinding your cock into the deepest parts of her pussy, and the combination of the sensation along with the feeling of the bundle of nerves sitting just north of her entrance being stimulated with pinching, rubbing, and flicking motions sends Yuri into another, more viscous frenzy.

“Oh my g—” another yelp as your two fingers pull at her clit, “—fuck, fuck—” the intensity of your fingers rise in parallel to the intensity of the grinding of your hips, “—oh my—oh my god!”

It was something that you noticed, that Yuri seems to avoid using the phrase ‘oh my god’—it indicates to you that she perhaps comes from a religious background, but you didn’t really pay much attention to it until this moment, when Yuri finally breaks that habit to scream it out, only to be denied her climax when you come to a screeching halt.

“What are you—” it takes one look into your eyes to know why you suddenly stopped, but you say it anyway.

“I think you know what to do if you want to cum.”

“Are you serious?! I didn’t pay for—” it never fails to work, forcing Yuri to interrupt herself by stimulating her. Your fingers rub at her clit, but only to keep her verging on the edge and never any further. “—oh my god, please, I’m so—” this time, it’s not a yelp, but an aggravated hum, vibrating in accordance to the shaking of her body as another wave of ecstasy rolls over her system in response to your fingers pushing her ecstasy button.

“I need a little more than ‘please’, Yuri.”

“I’m not calling you—ah, ah, fuuck!”

Every time, you bring her teetering on the edge, and you allow her just enough rest to give her the illusion that you’ll let her come down from the high only to bring her right back up. There is clear frustration in her face, but there’s also an unmistakable amount of lust and impatience etched into her furrowed eyebrows and the pointed glare in her eyes.

“Please, don’t make me…” Yuri tries to buck her hips against you, but you lock her in place by pinning her against the mattress with the help of your legs and your hips.

“Do you want to cum or not?”

To be frank, you’re pretty close yourself, and part of the reason you had stopped was to slow down the pace of your own climax. Now that your mind is clearer, you can focus more on this process, of repeatedly pushing Yuri to the edge only to pull her away at the last millisecond.

“I swear to g—OD!”

Her voice glissandos to a higher pitch and volume as the last two letters, the same two digits pushing that button again, but not as long as she needs you to. Her hands reach for your arm in a last-ditch attempt to force you to stop, but your other hand collects both wrists and pins them against her stomach. “Nuh uh uh, what are the magic words?”

There’s a war going on inside Yuri’s mind, and you can see it on her face. Her headstrong attitude demanding the young woman to not break, being utterly bulldozed by mountainous impatience and desire, the need, to release all the tension already. “F—…I can’t…” It’s fascinating to see her lust clouding her judgement, forcing her into submission, but most of all, it’s fucking hot. “…god, I can’t believe I’m about to say this…” Yuri hesitates for a brief second, then, her lips move, but barely a sound comes out her lips. From reading her lips, you can tell she’s trying to get away with muttering the words under her breath, and you’re not about to let her get away with that.

“I didn’t hear you. Speak up, Yur—”

“God, just, just fuck me already and make me cum, daddy!” You have to be honest, the amount of hostility in her voice while saying such words nearly makes you laugh, but you have to be true to your promise.

“There it is. That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

Yuri shoots a glare at you, but when you release your pin on her and reel back, her eyes soften and a loud gasp emerges from her lips, and when you slam your length all the way to its hilt, the gasp turns into an ecstatic scream.

“Fu—” she doesn’t even have time to finish the syllable by the next time you repeated the action, then again, then again, all the while fiercely rubbing her clit. It’s barely a few seconds later that Yuri devolves into a squirming, screaming mess, every part of her body squeezing you tighter: her legs against your waist, the grip of her hands on your legs, the intense pressure from her vaginal walls against your cock, and then, a few seconds more, it all comes undone.

The room is supposedly soundproof, but never have you questioned that so much until this moment, when Yuri’s ecstatic, orgasmic scream is threatening to blow out your eardrums. Her entire body vibrates, the second tidal wave of pleasure rolling through her body, her pussy gushing with her juices all over you. Despite the condom you’re wearing, you swear you can still feel the stickiness of her cum against your member as it pumps in and out of her sputtering hole.

“F-Fuck…” Yuri can feel the strength being sapped from her body as her climax begins to fade, and when the last vestiges of it disappears, her body slumps against the bed.

“See? How easy was that?”

Hiding your blue balls as you extract your sopping wet dick from her snatch is not something you’re entirely unfamiliar with, even if you would’ve liked to cum with her. This is a job, though, and this isn’t about you.

“That wa—” Yuri tilts her head to look at you, but her eyes inadvertently find themselves landing on your erect cock, shining with the sheen of her juices sticking to the thin, translucent material stretching over your shaft, “—oh, you didn’t…?”

You grin. “That’s very sweet of you to be so considerate, but—” Yuri doesn’t interrupt you or anything, you just end up pausing when she pushes herself up from the reclining position to a sitting one, then a hunched over one, then begins crawling to you. Even in the face of your teasing grin, which you intended to elicit a reaction from her with, Yuri doesn’t bite. “…what are you doing?”

“I bet you wanna cum too,” Yuri says the words very matter-of-factly, in such a self-assured manner that you wonder if she is being possessed by another person at the moment. Is this Yuri, who is now settled between your legs, face inches away from your cock, dainty hands placed tenderly against your inner thighs, the same woman who was forced to say— “daddy.”

Who is this woman? Was she playing a role this entire time? Did you end up breaking her after all? That wasn’t even your intention, entirely…

“Yuri, it’s quite alright. You don’t have to worry about m—”

“Oh, but, daddy, I want this load down my throat.” You continue to eye her with a confused expression, and when she looks up at you, she lets out a smile that seems to have some kind of motive hidden behind it. What it is, you can’t tell. “Or, maybe, you want to spray my face and my tits with it?”

“Yuri, what…?”

“Since you insist on being called ‘daddy’ so much, why don’t I be a good girl and let daddy cum, too?”

Yep. You’ve definitely broken her.

Either that, or this is some kind of weird psychological trick she’s playing on herself, that she’s justifying the fact that she called you something she initially didn’t want to because actually, she did want to do it to spite you, somehow, and is now continuing to maliciously—‘maliciously’—call you that name.

“I can assure you, there’s no need to…” it’s clear your words aren’t getting to her head, especially as her hands close in on your cock and moves to pull off the unused condom.

“There’s no need for this anymore,” Yuri comments, sliding it off, albeit with some difficulty with how slippery the plastic covering has become, and then looks up at you. “So, does daddy want to cum in my mouth, or on my face, or maybe on my tits?”

Ordinarily, blowjobs are technically a service you’re supposed to charge for, but considering you’re so close, you figure there’s no point. “Wherever you’d like, Yuri.”

She shrugs and wraps her fingers around your pulsating shaft. You let out a hiss, and your fingers curl a little when her grip tightens and she starts moving her hands up and down your length. “Fuck…”

Yuri responds positively to your groan, increasing the speed of her handjob. “Does that feel good?”

“Yeah, it does.”

The brief break you were given took you off the high a little, but the pressure Yuri’s hand is exerting on your dick is slowly but surely bringing you back up. Also, you have to say, the top-down view of Yuri staring intently at your cock, elbows locked in place on the mattress, both hands stacked on top of each other leaving about half an inch to move, and her boobs swaying slightly with each jerking motion is a delectable spectacle for the eyes.

“Then, how about this?”

The entire time, Yuri’s face had been slowly descending on your stiff member, but you still can’t help but let out another low moan as her tongue first catches your glans, her lips following suit and closing in around the soft, sensitive tip.

“God, Yuri…”

Her hands scoot down to make way for her lips, which begin gliding down your shaft. You can feel her tongue caressing the underside of your cock as she takes more of you inside her mouth, stopping with barely half of your length in her mouth before coming back up for air.

It’s incredibly obvious that this is Yuri’s first blowjob, but, since you’re so close anyway, it doesn’t matter in the slightest how sloppy it is. Just the feeling of her luscious lips hugging your cock as her tongue runs along your shaft while her hands continue to squeeze and twist in synchronization with the slow bobbing motion of her mouth is enough to bring you to the brink.

“Yuri, I’m close…”

Yuri takes that as her signal to release your cock, turning your cock towards the rough direction of her collarbone, and looks up at you. “I’m ready, daddy.”

“Fuck—cumming!”

The first stream lands on her cheek and drawing a line to her chine, flinching the poor girl, her hands instinctively redirecting your cock down which causes the second stream to draw another line from her cleavage to a little bit left of the areola of her right breast. By the time she’s recovered, a few more streams have landed all over the place, from her collarbone to her shoulder, with some streams shooting onto her hair as well.

It’s only after you stop that the sudden change in behavior begins to make sense.

“Wow, you came so much, daddy.”

This time, especially after regaining a clear mind from coming down on that high, you can tell Yuri is calling you that as a teasing remark, especially seeing as the nickname is paired with a triumphant grin whilst she wipes the cum off her face with the back of her hand.

“Did I?” Yuri looks so proud of herself that you decide to not say anything more.

“Yeah, look at it,” she says, casting her eyes down as her hands wipe the viscous fluids off her collarbone and boobs.

“Hm, I suppose I did.”

Yuri’s grin widens. “I suppose even the gigolo can learn something from the novice, huh?”

So, is that what it is? Maybe it isn’t that you ‘broke’ her; maybe it's Yuri not wanting to admit she ended up acquiescing to your request due to becoming overcome with lust, but rather, of her own volition. For what reason she would choose to do so, you’re unsure; maybe out of spite, or maybe out of pity, or maybe for this exact moment, so that she could rub it in your face that she made you cum as well, but whatever the reason is, you find no reason to correct her.

“Maybe so. Maybe, should you decide to impart more of your wisdom, I could learn more from you in the future.”

Yuri scoffs. “Don’t get your hopes up, Leo.”

But, sure enough, the next day, you get a notification: an appointment with one ‘Jo Yuri’, scheduled for next month.

Wow it is so incredibly late but I’m glad I finally got this draft done.

This originally started off as a Taeyeon draft (as most of my drafts do) but I realized I could change her to an idol who fits the ‘bratty’ nature of the female character of this one-shot, and was convinced that Jo Yuri fit the role. :D

Hope you enjoyed, and thanks for reading!

#smut #kpop smut #jo yuri #jo yuri smut #yuri smut #cnc brat #cherry popping #nipplay #nipple orgasm #blowjob

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Chapter 16: Mister and Miss Sex Slave

Previous chapter here.

Warning: not strictly non-con, but more like reluctant consent.

Even though Tiffany repeatedly reassured Seojun that there was nothing he could’ve done, he still couldn’t help but feel a little guilty, especially after hearing what lengths Tiffany proposed they would need to go to save Taeyeon. Seeing the reluctance and annoyance, anger, whatever emotion that was mixed in on Tiffany’s face that Seojun had trouble recognizing because Tiffany never seemed to be anything but happy and cheerful was enough to build pre-conceived notions in Seojun’s mind of these ‘devils’ that seemed to be necessary to match the overwhelming power Seohyun and Yoona wielded. What concerned Seojun even more was that these devils didn’t seem to be the ‘police force’, but rather, a … mercenary force? An extra-legal military, or at least militant, force? Tiffany didn’t give Seojun any additional information, probably for his own benefit, as leaving him in the dark gave him the benefit of being able to claim ignorance if they were caught by authorities.

“What about Sunny? She’s a witch, right?”

Tiffany nodded. “Sunny is one of the few demons that aren’t prejudiced against succubae. Although, from what I’ve heard, Sunny is somewhat of an outcast amongst other witches and warlocks.”

“Could she help?”

Tiffany pursed her lips. “I doubt it, but it’s worth asking.”

When Sunny arrived at their house later, she confirmed Tiffany’s suspicions. “The biggest difference between witches and High Witches is that High Witches can manipulate something else we call ‘ecliptis’.”

The presence of some other magic-type system was something that Seojun was speculating about, seeing how easily they were able to subdue Taeyeon, but seeing Tiffany become shocked at the revelation, despite everything, was a bit funny.

“Yah, you’ve been a succubus for over a millennium and you still don’t know about ecliptis?!”

“What? How can you blame me, my Trait only deals in life force!”

“Your best friend’s Trait uses ecliptis, though!”

“Hm? Taeyeon’s?”

Although it was Seojun who asked the question, the same question was written all over Tiffany’s face. Thankfully, Sunny didn’t seem to catch it, as she had turned to Seojun to answer him. “Do you remember my explanation of vitalis—I mean, life force from last time?”

“Hm? ‘Vitalis’?”

Sunny shook her head. “Sorry, I forgot succubae refer to vitalis as ‘life force’. ‘Vitalis’ is what most other demons call it.”

Was this another discrimination thing, or was this something succubae were just resistant about? Considering how young he was relative to the other two demonesses in the room, Seojun figured there was no point in guessing. The history they’ve lived through was probably something Seojun couldn’t even comprehend. Even a glance at Tiffany didn’t help, whose face remained neutral at Sunny’s statement. Maybe it wasn’t a tool for discrimination? Just a difference in naming convention amongst different cultures, or demons, perhaps? “So, life force, or ‘vitalis’, I guess, is an energy that can be stored from living things, and allows your body to do anything it can normally do but more.”

“Right. Tiffany’s Trait invokes a natural bodily function, recovering from intense physical activity, and shortens that recovery time significantly. Taeyeon’s Trait also invokes a natural bodily function, of swelling, and uses it to create very specific shapes. What about her Trait, then, seems to break that convention?”

Seojun was stumped. He wasn’t expecting a biology quiz—or, rather a … demonology quiz? A magic quiz?

“Oh, the thing where someone feels the sensations of the body parts Tae makes!”

“Yes, and one more crucial part of Taeyeon’s Trait that invokes ecliptis, and is most likely the reason why Seohyun and Yoona want to study Taeyeon. Any guesses?” This time, Tiffany was also stumped, so Sunny continued with, “A hint: it’s something else to do with these body parts.” After a little bit more of silence, “…especially the male body parts.”

“Oh. The—uh, what do I call it? The, er, how the body parts can … how should I … how the body parts can spray out the same fluids as the original.”

“That’s right! Good, Seojun. Taeyeon’s Trait seems to have the ability to not only transport a seemingly unlimited quantity of a substance seamlessly across the working range of her Trait, but also the ability to recreate that substance perfectly.” As the words sank in, the eyes of both Tiffany and Seojun widened.

“Wait. Does that mean Tae could, like, duplicate money, or gold, or something?”

“Well, I doubt Taeyeon could do that herself, but I’m sure that’s what Seohyun and Yoona intend to find out. From what I heard, the succubus was created in an experiment to test the limits of ecliptis, and as you can tell, that experiment turned out extremely well. The fact that succubae are the only demons that were once completely human, and that they rely so heavily on humans for their continued existence, were enough reason to discriminate against succubae, but after it was discovered that the Traits of some of these succubae use ecliptis in a way that even High Witches and High Warlocks couldn’t comprehend, the already marginalized class of demons began to be hunted for experimentation.”

Holy shit … Seojun never gave it much thought, but the history of demonkind was pretty brutal. How were Taeyeon and Tiffany able to survive through those times?

“Not only that, but succubae already had a reason to not like other demons. Tiffany?”

Tiffany made a face of disgust. “Their semen is disgusting. Like, I want to rip open my skin and dig it out of me.”

“A succubus consuming the sustenance of a demon is probably similar to what it’s like for you to eat rotten food.” Just hearing that made Seojun want to throw up. “While vitalis—while life force is present in all living things, ecliptis is only present in demons, and it’s that which is what taints the sustenance that succubae—and I—consume.”

“Wait.” The fact that Tiffany knew what it tasted like … Seojun shook his head as he felt the two heads turn towards him. “Never mind.” Seojun didn’t want to imagine what the implications of that were. The visceral reaction Tiffany had when she, herself, suggested the potential necessity of requesting aid from devils was enough to make Seojun dislike them, but this additional context created a sinking feeling in Seojun’s chest. Surely, if they wanted help from these ‘devils’, they would want something in return. And, what was it that a succubus could do to pay for the services of these demons, a type of payment that only succubae could pay?

“High Witches and High Warlocks are very prideful, though. My guess is that, the reason why they kidnapped Seojun was to trade him for…?”

“A year.”

Sunny nodded, albeit with a grim expression. “Their pride disallows them from making bargains that don’t offer equal value to both parties.” So, that explained the reason why Seohyun and Yoona didn’t levy their position of power to demand more from Taeyeon. “But, an entire year being experimented on by High Witches…”

“So that’s why you can’t help? They’re more powerful than you?”

Sunny nodded again. “I would otherwise love to help, but unfortunately, I’m about as useful against Seohyun and Yoona as you are, Seojun.”

“But if you can’t help, then why would ‘devils’ be helpful?”

“Devils are unique in many regards, but the important one is that they are the only ones who can manipulate their own bodies with vitalis or ecliptis. That’s why it’s devils that make up the policing force for demonkind: they’re the only ones that are impervious to demonic attacks.”

“Sunny, you never explained what ‘ecliptis’ is.”

Sunny sighed. “Honestly, there isn’t a very apt description for what ecliptis is. Think of it as magic. It was once thought that ‘ecliptis’ deals with distance, that it enables actions normally done by the human body but at differing distances. For example, pushing or pulling is ordinarily an action only doable if an object is within arm’s reach, but with ecliptis, a High Witch and High Warlocks can push or pull an object much further away. However, ever since experiments started on succubae and new ways of using ecliptis were discovered, this understanding of ecliptis has become archaic.”

“But, why can’t we just go to the policing force? It sounded like Boa did something that protected succubae, so shouldn’t it be fine to go to them for help?”

“That … is a tough question, Seojun. Demons, even High Witches and High Warlocks, used to fear humanity. They outnumbered us a thousand, ten-thousand, a hundred-thousand to one, and some of them even became adept at trapping, capturing, and killing us. Demons, for the most part, can make themselves appear as humans, but an issue arose if someone began questioning the unchanging appearance of a demon. The fact that we don’t physically age was the number one indicator for humans to differentiate us from normal humans, so when Boa developed her Trait to be able to affect the memories of humans at a global scale, she offered her services on a condition: a pact, forbidding demons from hunting, from raping, from discriminating against succubae, and in return, she would use her Trait to allow demons to mingle with humans without having to fear being questioned for their un-aging appearance. Of course, discrimination against succubae still happens, and that is especially evident in the policing force: from what I’ve heard, Taeyeon has had a few bad encounters with them—”

“So have I, those scum bags.”

“—right, and Tiffany as well, which is why Taeyeon was hesitant to actually call them, especially against such prominent High Witches as Seohyun and Yoona. Beliefs, grudges, general prejudice and disdain that span centuries and millennia are hard to shake, I suppose.”

There were so many more questions Seojun wanted to ask Sunny: who created succubae, and in fact, how about witches and warlocks? It seemed like succubae were the only demons that were ‘artificially’ created, or rather, not ‘natural’; did that mean witches and warlocks, devils, High Witches and High Warlocks, were naturally born? Under what circumstances were they born?

But Seojun knew better than to delay much more. They already spent enough time asking Sunny questions; the more time they spent doing this, the longer Taeyeon suffered. There was one more crucial question to ask, but this time, directed at Tiffany: it was a question he was almost too scared to ask, because he feared he already knew the answer, but as was already established, Seojun knew frighteningly little about the world of demons. Maybe his preconceived notions were mistaken.

“Um, Tiffany, so then, how are we going to convince these devils—what were they called, ‘2PM’?—to help us? I don’t know if I have enough money—”

“It’s not a matter of money, Seojun.” Hearing that was the last thing he wanted to hear. “It’s ok. I’ll pay.”

Standing before the six of them, the pompous, confident gazes cast upon them made Seojun dread the terms of payment even more. On the outside, they looked no more than regular, normal human men—extremely attractive and well-built human men—but even Seojun could feel their power. There wasn’t anything intimidating about their expressions or the casual way they held themselves per se, but Seojun felt intimidated nonetheless. Just looking at them sent shivers down his spine, but looking away would be rude, and doing something that might offend them was not what Seojun wanted to do. Tiffany had insisted on him accompanying her, to which Seojun agreed without a second thought, but now, he was regretting that decision.

“Seohyun and Yoona … it’s not going to be easy, dealing with those two. I nearly lost my arm last time I got into a scuffle with them, and I get the feeling they weren’t particularly trying. How do you plan on compensating us?”

Seojun noticed that Tiffany only mentioned that the semen of demons was disgusting, but nothing of the act itself. And, now, looking at their relatively human-like builds, Seojun figured the act itself was probably no less pleasurable for demons as it was for human males. Further, considering succubae were quite literally designed to heighten the experience of sex, combined with the explicit mention of the pact forbidding the rape of succubae from Sunny, there was one conclusion Seojun came to: despite how much succubae seemed to hate it, from the other side, sex with a succubus seemed to be, for a lack of a better term, a highly sought-after commodity.

“I’ll do anything. Please, just save Taeyeon.”

“Hmm … yhen, how about … one week?”

Seojun could feel Tiffany’s grip on his hand tighten, and, in the corner of his vision, her legs shaking. She, a powerful, immortal succubus, was scared.

“One…” the word came out as a whimper, clearing her throat and quickly continuing, “…that’s too long. How about five days?”

“I don’t think you understand your position here. Keep this up, and maybe we’ll up the payment to two weeks.”

“Fine! One week.”

It was only then that it sank in. One week. One week? One entire week? With Tiffany’s Trait, it was theoretically possible, but … could Seojun force himself to eat rotten food, nonstop, for an entire week?

“Great. With that decided, let’s start now. Shall we?”

“Wait! Taeyeon’s still in Seohyun and Yoona’s captivity, can’t you first rescue—”

Before Seojun could even comprehend what was going on, he was on the floor, pain spreading from his bum. Two of them had a grip on each of Tiffany’s arms, having already forced her into a kneeling position, while another ripped the clothes right off her body.

Despite the shock and panic in Tiffany’s eyes, she still remained stalwart in her request. “Please, Taeyeon’s—”

Tiffany was promptly silenced with a cock shoved straight past her lips and into the deepest reaches of her throat. “Payment first.”

Seojun could barely see the two devils grabbing her arm take off their pants. It happened in a flash: one moment, they were simply holding Tiffany’s arm in place, and then the next, her hands were wrapped around their flaccid, yet hardening cocks. Seojun scrambled to his feet, stumbling a few steps back, only to be steadied by another hand.

“You aren’t what I think you are, are you?”

Seojun nearly jumped out of his skin at the feeling of a husky, feminine voice breathing into his ear. “What the fu—”

“Are you as great as they say you lot are?”

Ever since the second Servant Ritual Seojun had undergone, his physical strength had become pretty impressive. On the flight here, Seojun barely broke a sweat while holding onto Tiffany as she was going nearly top speed, while before, Seojun distinctly remembered fearing for his life while Taeyeon was flying him between his old apartment and her house, at times forcing Taeyeon to slow down at her already decently slow pace to allow him a chance to regain his grip on her. With Seohyun and Yoona, them being able to hold him in place could just be chalked up to their mastery over vitalis and ecliptis, but while they were having sex, before he figured out their real intentions, they didn’t seem that physically overbearing. In fact, Seojun was decently confident in his ability to not get bulldozed in an arm-wrestling match with Taeyeon or Tiffany now—that’s how confident Seojun was in his physical capabilities.

So, to be rendered unable to move, despite trying to use all this strength to break free from the grip the slender hand had on his shoulder, not only shocked Seojun, but made him realize: so, this was a devil.

If witches and warlocks were the stereotypical ‘mages’, ‘sorcerers’, ‘caster’ in a video game, who used their intellect and research as weapons, devils were the comparably brutish, strength-based ‘berserker’ or ‘warrior’ class, whose weapons were their muscles—this was more or less how Seojun was told, and he now understood why devils were characterized this way.

“Don’t run, have fun with me~”

The extremely visible muscles of the six men now surrounding Tiffany, the fact that devils were known for their brute strength, these factors painted a not-so-flattering picture in Seojun’s mind of what a female devil looked like: a ‘roided-out, hulking figure of a woman, what essentially amounted to a buff man with pigtails in a pink tutu. So, when his eyes landed on the female devil that had approached him from behind, he was absolutely floored.

She would be beautiful enough, hot enough, to be able to convince Seojun that she was a succubus if he hadn’t known better. Or, maybe all demons were inhumanly attractive. Thin lips stretched into a mischievous grin with an accompanying set of foxlike eyes, her svelte frame being proudly shown off by the fiery, figure-hugging red dress stopping short of her midthigh, her visuals were unique as they were alluring.

“Don’t worry, we’re not like those savages.” The demoness’s eyes briefly flickered to the scene behind Seojun, his eyes following them and head turning to see Tiffany hoisted in the air, spit-roasted by two of them who spared no mercy in fucking her from both sides while her hands were busy jerking off two additional cocks to the right and left of her. “We’ll take better care of you. Won’t we, Yuna?”

Seojun’s head whipped back around upon feeling his pants and boxers being torn off his legs, his semi-erect cock springing out from the cloth. “Oh, he’s quite big, too.”

Kneeling before him was yet another drop-dead gorgeous woman—rather, devil—who bore a more traditional attractiveness, with sharp eyes, a slim nose, perfectly unblemished skin and a pair of soft, strawberry-red lips. Seojun’s eyes didn’t linger too long on her face, though, landing instead on the dainty fingers of the second she-devil’s hands wrapping around his cock.

“He is.”

Trying to escape was an even more fruitless task, now that the second devil—Yuna—was grabbing him by his cock.

“Getting bigger, huh? Does my hand feel that good, boy?”

“Shut—” Seojun diverted his gaze, only to fall back on the sight of Tiffany, whose feet were no longer touching the ground, being shaken back and forth with the rhythmic pounding from both sides.

It was every bit as overwhelming as it looked, too. Coming here, Tiffany figured they might try to pull something, but was still somehow caught unprepared by how quickly her clothes were torn off her body, and how quickly both dicks were shoved into her from both sides. She was used to dealing with humans with their human limitations, and even Seojun, who would definitely be considered superhuman in terms of strength and speed, but devils were a completely different class in both attributes. She didn’t even fully realize that both hands had become occupied with jerking off two additional dicks until she began to feel the two devils fucking her so hard, she was being lifted off the ground.

Thankfully, they weren’t as big as Seojun’s augmented member, but still were big enough to choke on. It didn’t take a full minute before a mixture of tears and spit was flowing in two coalescing streams down each side of her face, combining at her chin and dripping down onto the hardwood floor, her jaws widening and her throat flexing as it attempted to take more and more of the cock that was being shoved relentlessly down her throat.

“This is where your kind belong, what your kind were created for, don’t you think?” It was the man who was facefucking her, Jun.K, the same one who did the ‘negotiations’ that said those words. Tiffany, her mouth full with his cock, had no recourse to respond—not like she would have the capacity to respond even if her mouth were unoccupied, with how fiercely Taecyeon’s cock was tearing her apart from behind. With every thrust, it felt like Taecyeon was trying to push her soul out her body, and while he wasn’t quite successful in that attempt, he was successful in knocking the air out of her lungs.

“Attending to all us devils, who work so tirelessly to protect your kind.” Given Tiffany’s wealth of experience fucking multiple men at once, it’s perhaps no surprise that her hands are able to keep stroking the two cocks of Wooyoung and Junho while barely being able to keep up with the two devils mercilessly assaulting her from both sides. She could feel their hands on her wrists too, trying to goad her to go faster—but she could only go so fast, use so much strength, when she was preoccupied with the other three demons.

“You’re all wasting your talents, spending all your time fucking humans.” Another harsh gagging noise erupted from Tiffany’s throat as Jun.K’s cock hits the back of her throat, arising not necessarily from his size, but the ferocity of this thrusting. It barely even feels like Jun.K is pulling away as, on his outstroke, Taecyeon is pushing his cock so fiercely inside Tiffany that her body follows Jun.K’s cock out. Then, when Jun.K pushes his cock back into Tiffany’s mouth, the force of that thrust keeps Tiffany’s ass glued to Taecyeon’s groin, keeping his cock firmly and fully sheathed inside her. “You have no idea how depressing it is, having to hold back so much with how frail human women are.” At least, that’s how it should have been. In reality, it still felt to Tiffany that each thrust was causing their respective cocks to hit deeper. “But you, you can take this, can’t you?”

While it was physically true, mentally, Tiffany couldn’t keep up. The best she could do to try and stay afloat was to focus on only the cock wedged deep inside her mouth, but it didn’t take long before the harsh pounding from behind diverted her attention back to her pussy, and not long before she began choking on Jun.K’s cock again that her attention was shifted back onto his cock. The tainted aura of their lust, coalescing and pouring into her body from all directions made Tiffany want to go into a fetal position, but she had long lost autonomy over her own body. She wasn’t even granted the ability to steady herself with her own legs, her feet dangling helplessly a few inches off the ground as her body shook back and forth with such resounding force that the sound of her ass smacking against Taecyeon’s groin echoed about the room.

“Come on, Fany, you love this, don’t you?” Wooyoung, who was receiving a handjob from Tiffany, said. “Don’t think we haven’t heard of your sexual exploits. How much of a slut you are, whoring yourself out to hundreds of human males in the span of months.” It was only now that Tiffany’s succubus body, that was made to accommodate all sorts of shapes and sizes of penises, began to properly accustom to their sizes—the sheer ferocity and speed of their movements had put her throat and her pussy into overdrive, trying to accommodate the two cocks but barely being allowed the breathing room to do so. Pain still lingered in her neck and her ass, but Tiffany didn’t have the chance to reconcile it; all four of them relentlessly fucked her like there was no tomorrow.

“Yeah, and now, you get to fuck some proper demons. Shouldn’t you be thanking us, in fact?”

“Hey Fany,” Taecyeon, the one behind her, interjected, “Here’s your first present for the week. You better receive it graciously and thank me properly for it afterwards.”

Hearing the words shifted her attention back to her pussy, but still barely gave her any time to prepare herself before she felt a hot jet of viscous fluids hitting her womb. It was perhaps unfortunate that her attention had shifted to that area of her body, as the foul feeling of the devil’s tainted blood become all the more pronounced, but then again, being caught off-guard with that sensation … Tiffany didn’t even know which was worse.

“Fuck, your fucking slutty pussy is trying to milk me for every last drop,” Taecyeon groaned, continuing to ride his orgasm out by continuing to wildly pump his cock inside her. While she couldn’t complain, the way her body attempted to shrivel up, instinctively, at that terrible sensation invading her body and the yelling that was being muffled by Jun.K’s cock made it evident her disapproval. “How many gallons of cum does your body take in a year?” Taecyeon growled, slapping Tiffany’s ass with enough force that a red mark immediately appeared on her otherwise porcelain romp. “Stop complaining, bitch.”

“Here’s the devil cum that you love so much, this time down your throat.” Still reeling from the feeling of her pussy being filled up with Taecyeon’s sustenance, Tiffany was just about caught completely unprepared for the torrent of hot, sticky fluids hitting the back of her throat. “Fuck…” Jun.K’s groan was accompanied with an unrelenting assault on her throat, the sensation of which caused Tiffany to squirm even more. The adverse effect of her squirming was her grip of the two cocks tightening and the jerking speed of the members quickening, pushing the two other devils nearer to the edge. “You love it, don’t you? You love the taste of our cum, right? So much that you wouldn’t dare do anything but swallow it, right?”

Taecyeon held her in place, suspended a few inches off the ground, as Jun.K rode out his orgasm with Tiffany’s face, fucking her face with such speed that Tiffany couldn’t stretch out her jaw, the result being that the demonic seed being pumped into her mouth spilling out her lips, joining the steady trickle of tears and drool dripping off her chin.

When his orgasm finally subsided, Jun.K took his cock out of her mouth, as did Taecyeon out of her pussy, letting Tiffany land on the ground and stumble a few steps, primarily using the cocks of Wooyoung and Junho to regain her balance. As much as every fiber of her being was screaming at Tiffany to deposit the contents of her mouth onto the ground, the warning Jun.K heeded her rung inside her mind; so, wincing as she steeled herself, Tiffany gulped what remained of the load down.

“And?”

“Th-Thank you,” Tiffany managed to cough out, still reeling from the foul sensation.

This is for Taeyeon. This is for Taeyeon.

“Go on, Nickhun and Chansung. You’ve waited long enough.”

The two at her sides stepped away, freeing her hands, but as they transitioned to the new position, she caught a glimpse of the other parties in the room.

“Wait!” Tiffany could barely get the words out. Whatever form the wind she pushed out her lungs took were enough to momentarily cease the actions of the six devils. “Leave Seojun alone, the agreement didn’t involve him!”

“Hm?” The devils glanced over at Seojun, who was now preoccupied with two female devils: one riding his face, and the other riding his cock. “What’s there to worry about? In fact, your little pet should be thankful he has the chance to fuck our little fledglings.”

“But, not for an entire week!”

Jun.K scoffed at her. “Doesn’t your pet need to stay nearby to feed you every now and then anyway?” Tiffany bit her tongue. Seohyun and Yoona even reached out to her to inform her that they’d allow Seojun to visit Taeyeon once a month to help replenish, but Taeyeon probably wasn’t being fed with another’s sustenance as much as Tiffany was. A succubus could survive quite a while without her Servant, but how much could she survive being forced to consume the sustenance of others without a break? It was a question Tiffany didn’t know the answer to, nor one she wished to find out. As much as she hated to admit it, they were right: regardless, she needed Seojun if she were to get through this entire week alive. “Has your brain already melted from taking in our cocks?” The succubus didn’t dare speak out against them, or even shoot them a glare. “Look at him, anyway. He’s enjoying himself.”

While the statement wasn’t false, it wasn’t necessarily true, either. Tiffany, being an immortal succubus, had a body much more durable than Seojun’s, and was thus more impervious to the excessive strength of the male devils. The fact that Yuna and Yeji were female devils, and the fact that they were relatively young demons, meant that the punishment his body was receiving wasn’t nearly as bad, but what made it worse was the fact that Yuna riding his face ground his head against the hardwood floor, his glutes being the only cushion saving his pelvis from being smashed against that floor from how ferociously Yeji was riding his cock.

“Fuck, I can’t believe a cock this fucking big actually exists!”

“God, oh god, I can’t, can’t wait…”

The juices leaking out of Yuna’s pussy had, by now, gotten all over his face and onto his eyes, but it didn’t impair his ability to pleasure her. Seojun’s enhanced body granted him an increased threshold for pain tolerance, but even that was being pushed to its limits: while Yuna’s cushiony ass was pleasant to feel against his face, the incessant grinding and pushing his head against the floor detracted from the experience; and while Yeji’s pussy was as incredibly tight as it was blisteringly hot, the ferociousness and frequency with which she slammed back down onto his crotch, and thus his ass against the floor made the pain mix in with the pleasure.

“Yes, oh god, it’s so deep! Scramble my insides up!”

As Seojun became accustomed to the position though, as the pain subsided and the pleasure started to take ahold of him, his mind became able to process something else besides the rough treatment the two she-devils were giving him: namely, the loud, obnoxious sounds of Tiffany being ganged up on a few feet away from him. At that point, it became a different conundrum Seojun was facing: he didn’t want to completely indulge in Yuna and Yeji riding him, seeing as Tiffany was suffering so much, but his baser instincts tried their hardest to pry his attention to his arousal.

It wasn’t like resisting was going to do anything, right? It was evident that Yeji nor Yuna was never going to let him go try to help Tiffany, but even if they did, what could he even do? He was more or less trapped with the two beauties, was there any point in doing anything but enjoying it?

So, with that mentality, the next few minutes blew by, a whirlwind of pleasure and ecstasy that Seojun could barely even process with how fierce and fast the movements of the she-devils were. There were times when Taeyeon and Tiffany, while impassioned, would exert some of their supernatural strength on Seojun, but it wasn’t ever anything that he couldn’t more or less keep up with: with Yeji and Yuna, he found that even trying to match their pace was a fruitless endeavor. The fleshy, hot, tight walls of Yeji’s cunt squeezed and glided up and down his shaft at such speed that his crotch felt like it was about to catch fire, but it wasn’t even something he could worry about for too long with how demandingly Yuna was riding his face.

“Fuck, and he’s so good at this, too…” Yuna said, letting out another moan as his nose brushed against her clit yet again. “I’m so close, oh my god…” The words came out as a breathless moan, her back arching more the closer Seojun’s tongue pushed her to the edge. Seojun, with his ears completely smothered by the honey thighs of Yuna, could only detect her impending climax by the increasing vigor with which she rode his face, but he was facing his own issue: he was already falling off the edge.

“The little baby’s tongue—aahn!” Yeji’s teasing remark was cut off with a surprised moan-yelp as Seojun, having spent the last however-many-minutes holding back the inevitable as a matter of pride, knowing he was fighting an unwinnable battle, exploded inside Yeji, “—fuck, he’s cumming inside me—”

Watching Yeji’s body tense and shudder as her pussy filled with Seojun’s hot, viscous seed, Yuna’s arousal spiked even higher. “Huh, what about a baby?”

“—oh, oh god, it’s so much, so much—!”

In Yeji’s mind, she had many reasons to look down on Seojun: not only was she a full-fledged devil, but she’s been alive probably centuries longer than Seojun, who was not even a demon himself, but a pseudo-demon. A pet of a demon, and even worse, a pet of a succubus. Seeing the monster of a dick he had, those biases dwindled away in her mind, and even more so when she felt it tearing her apart like no other dick was able to do, and even more so when she began to feel just how pure his vitalis was. With every new discovery, those pre-conceived notions she had of Seojun shrunk in her mind, but on her pride as a devil, even as she was riding this wonderful cock, she clung onto those beliefs.

But now, as she was being pumped full of Seojun’s seed, brimming to the tips with the richest vitalis she had ever experienced, every negative bias she had against Seojun vanished.

So, the accounts of older female devils were right about fucking the pet—the ‘servant’—of a succubus. Yeji was pretty skeptical when she first heard about it, but now, it was clear that they had actually been underplaying just how amazing it was.

“Fuck, oh my god, it’s so hot, Yuna, it’s so…”

Yeji was quickly reduced to a stammering mess, every semblance of coherent speech overtaken by the incessant moans that arose from the overwhelming ecstasy that was taking hold of her body. And Yuna, watching Yeji being overwhelmed, felt a burgeoning well of anticipation expanding even more, pushing her closer and closer to the edge.

“It’s that good? The ‘little baby’ is that good?”

“Sh-Shut, shut … shut!”

Yuna would’ve laughed at Yeji’s inability to finish the phrase if Seojun’s tongue didn’t somehow manage to find her G-spot, unraveling all the tension in her nethers all at once.

A handful of seconds later, Yuna’s orgasm subsided, a handful more seconds that blurred into minutes, but Yeji wouldn’t slow down, and Seojun couldn’t even request her to stop. While his enhanced body had a reduced refractory period, and being Tiffany’s Servant reduced his cooldown time even further, it still affected him, and Yeji’s vigorous, wild motions granted him no reprieve.

“Fuck, so close, so close, so close…!”

Even when Yuna dismounted his face, Seojun didn’t dare open his eyes, what with his face being covered with Yuna’s juices.

“Wait…” was the only thing Seojun managed to say, breathless from his vain attempt to keep up with the two demonesses, “…please…”

“A little, a little more, a little more, please, oh my god, oh god, oh god!”

It was more than Yeji had cum for a long time—actually, it was probably more than she had ever cum—and she reveled in every second of it, keeping her eyes shut and her head thrown back, her chest heaving as she rode out her orgasm atop the massive cock ramming into the deepest parts of her, stirring the mixed creampie inside her now leaking out in trickles.

While a devil wasn’t as in-tune with vitalis as a succubus, being a demon, they still had some connection to it, and it was that albeit flimsy attunement to vitalis that had overwhelmed Yeji so much that she had to catch her breath for almost a full minute. It was only when Yuna started whining, prying Yeji off Seojun’s cock that Yeji finally dismounted him, a torrent of the fluids that had been previously stoppered by Seojun’s cock unleashed, flowing freely down Yeji’s leg. With succubae and their bodies’ ability to absorb his sustenance, the sight before him, of his cum trickling down the leg of a hot demoness, blew away his already diminishing refractory period, just in time for Yuna, who stood him up.

“Ok already, my turn!”

It was barely a full minute, but it was at least some time to catch his breath; Tiffany, however, wasn’t given that benefit, who went from getting fucked from the front and the back to getting double-penetrated by the two devils who sat the first round out, Nickhun and Chansung, while the two who were getting handjobs from her, Wooyoung and Junho, were now using her face and her tits, respectively, to get off.

“Such a pretty face, seeing it just makes you want to ruin it, huh?”

“Fuck, I haven’t fucked a succubus in so long, I forgot how tight their fucking pussies were.”

It wasn’t the double penetration that was turning her brain to mush, as Tiffany had taken both Seojun’s actual cock and a transmogrified version of his cock via Taeyeon at the same time on more than one occasion, but it was the force of their impact. With Nickhun in her pussy and Chansung in her ass, the two of them alternated with perfect synergy, taking turns pounding each of her respective holes with all the pent-up horniness that arose from being delegated to only watching the first round. Just as Chansung’s cock drilled into the deepest parts of her ass, the resounding, crisp sound of her ass slapping against his groin repeating so frequently that the sound began to overlap with its echoes, Nickhun pulled out, using the legs that were slung over his shoulders and trapped there with his arms, and as Nickhun thrust as deep as he could go inside Tiffany, Chansung pulled back to prepare the next stroke. With each stroke, Tiffany’s voluptuous body shook, aiding in the titjob Junho, who was kneeling on top of Tiffany, was receiving, and pushed Wooyoung’s cock ever deeper down her throat.

“Fuuck, god, I forgot how fucking amazing a succubus’s throat is…”

Wooyoung gave her not even the briefest time to rest, hands firmly gripping the sides of her face and repeatedly shoving his cock in and out of Tiffany’s mouth. Because her face was upside-down, the excess saliva ended up dripping down to her cheekbone and nearly into her eyes, forcing her to keep them shut.

In this position, Tiffany had freedom to use her hands as she pleased, but was being so overwhelmed that they ended up lazily resting along Junho’s leg, mindlessly shaking to the intense rhythm of the three devils filling her three holes.

“How’s her ass, Chansung?”

It was Taecyeon who asked, currently standing at the side and watching.

“Yeah, fucking incredible. It’s amazing it’s still this tight given how many millions of cocks she must’ve taken into this hole by now.”

“That’s a succubus for you. Tight pussy, tight ass, tight throat, all always ready to be fucked.”

For Tiffany, it didn’t feel like that would be the case for long. In the couple of centuries that Boa granted succubae around the world reprieve from other demons, Tiffany had been living the good life— traveling around the world, eating good food, fucking around with men of all shapes and sizes, and in doing so, have forgotten what it was like back then: when succubae were seen as nothing more than sex slaves for the more powerful demons, to be fucked and pumped full of their vile sustenance at their whims, being overloaded with overwhelming strength and speed that short-circuited her brain. Not even with Seojun, nor with any of the bigger, thicker cocks she’s fucked before, compared to what she was feeling now: despite knowing how nearly indestructible succubae were, it still felt like their frantic fucking was threatening to tear her apart. Feeling Nickhun and Chansung’s cocks rubbing against her vaginal and anal walls with as much speed as they were using, the heat being generated from the movements, and the sheer force of their every thrust, it felt like they were trying to tear apart that barrier between her pussy and her ass and turn it into one, larger hole.

Of course, even if Tiffany had the right state of mind to complain, she couldn’t; her throat was being repeatedly assaulted by Wooyoung’s cock, her only saving grace being the gag reflex she was finally able to completely suppress.

“Fany, remember, not one drop is to be wasted.” That was the only warning Wooyoung gave Tiffany before unleashing a massive torrent of his own seed down her throat. Try as she might, Tiffany, having been caught off guard, could only do so much as Wooyoung relentlessly pounded her face, riding out his climax. Tiffany really did try to keep everything in her mouth, but with how vigorously Wooyoung was fucking her face while riding out his orgasm, it was all but inevitable that a few strands leak out.

“Ah ah, bad girl.” As Wooyoung’s climax subsided, his gaze fell onto the messy face of Tiffany, noticing a few trickles of fluids escaping the corner of her mouth. So, he swiped it up with his fingers, removing his cock from her mouth and feeding her the last bits of his load before stepping aside for Junho, who had dismounted her and was standing next to Wooyoung.

Before Tiffany even had the time to swallow the last bits of Wooyoung’s load, Junho pierced Tiffany’s closed lips with his cock.

“Come on, here’s that cum you love drinking so much.”

By the time Tiffany had swallowed Junho’s load as well, Tiffany was already starting to feel uneasy, which was only made worse when Nickhun and Chansung, seemingly in purposeful coordination, unloaded their pent-up lust inside her simultaneously.

“Ah, fuck, please, oh my god—” The familiar feeling of her body warming up at the sudden influx of sustenance was accompanied by the queasiness of absorbing the tainted demon cum from the two devils. All Tiffany could do to fight against that was to bite her lip, a stray grunt escaping her lips as the two devils pounded their cum deep into each of her holes.

“I gotta try that throat you’re raving about, Wooyoung.”

“Wait, just a second—”

“Fuck yes, faster, Seojun!”

The ridiculous curve of her waist to her hips did indeed translate into an ass that was satisfying to smack his crotch into as Seojun pounded Yuna, but another not-as-expected sexiness the she-devil had was her voice. It was very markedly feminine and came out smooth as honey, which Yuna was very adamant about using to express her ecstasy.

“Stretch me out more! Pound my naughty pussy harder!”

As vocal as Yuna was being, Seojun didn’t reciprocate—not because he didn’t want to, but because he physically couldn’t, with how far down Yeji’s tongue was down his throat. With one hand on Yuna’s hips and the other hand with three fingers knuckle-deep into Yeji’s sputtering snatch, it was partially his fingers wedged so far inside Yeji and partially her tiptoes making up the difference in their standing heights.

All the threesomes that Taeyeon and Tiffany subjected him to paid off in this moment, where Seojun was able to divert his focus effectively, making sure to give Yuna’s cunt the pounding it deserved while his fingers pleasured Yeji’s sex. The intensity of the kiss initially threw Seojun off guard, but the more he accustomed himself to it, the better he was able to focus on pleasuring the two demonesses before him.

“Your pretty good with your fingers, too,” Yeji noted, breaking the kiss but keeping her lips at a distance where it barely grazed Seojun’s, “do Succubus Servants naturally become good at everything related to sex?”

“No, I just had a lot of practice.”

Seojun could feel Yeji’s smile against his lips. “You’re not a bad kisser, too.” The feeling of her breasts against his arm, her slender, creamy legs sandwiching his right leg, even the warm puffs from Yeji’s breath was driving Seojun insane. “I didn’t think succubae cared much about kissing.”

“Well, it sorta comes naturally during sex, even for succubae, I guess.”

Perhaps it was the mention of succubae, or maybe it was the brief break from the intense liplock Yeji was subjecting him to, but beyond the rhythmic slapping of his groin against Yuna’s plump rear and the lascivious moaning that accompanied the beating Yuna’s pussy was being subjected to were the rather loud sounds of the other parties, separated from the three by half a wall and some distance. Amongst all the commotion, however, Tiffany’s voice was notably absent.

“Yes! You’re hitting so deep! Keep going! Seojun, fuck, don’t stop! Yes, right there, right there!”

Yuna’s gradually raising voice, along with Yeji reconnecting their lips, snapped Seojun out of that train of thought. He was getting close, and he could tell Yuna was, too.

“Fuck, I can’t believe how hard you’re messing me up, I-I’m—Seojun, fuck, please!”

Seojun could feel Yuna rocking in sync with him, and at the apex of his every thrust, could feel her body shaking with the force of his hips. The further it went on, the more Seojun’s brain was turning to mush, and the less attention he could afford to give to his fingers. And, while Yeji noticed this, she didn’t particularly mind; she had her fun at first, she didn’t mind giving Yuna her turn. In fact, “Give Yuna the pounding she deserves,” Yeji, breaking the kiss, whispered to Seojun, who was more than ready to comply.

Extracting his fingers from Yeji’s cunt, Seojun placed the moist hand on the other side of Yuna’s hips, and, with the additional leverage, dug his heels into the ground and pistoned into her even deeper.

“Fuck! Oh god, so deep, fuck, I’m gonna break!”

“You gonna let this ‘pet’ break you this easily?” There wasn’t any animosity in Seojun when he said that; not really. It was more of a challenging remark, turning Yuna’s words back on her, seeing if she had any shame. Which, of course, she didn’t.

“Yes! Oh god, yes! Fuck, pound me, fuck me, destroy me, break me!”

“You sure you want this ‘pet’ to fill you up?”

Seojun had leaned forward as much as he could, growling the words a few inches from Yuna’s ear, but still, Yuna stayed single-minded. “Yes! Please, please, I need you to pump me full of your fucking, fucking disgusting, succubus pet cum! Use me like your personal fucktoy, pump me full of cum, breed me!”

With how adamantly Yuna was begging, Seojun saw no need to continue to hold back. So, he obliged, unloading his seed directly into the womb of the loudly moaning she-devil; and, like so many before her, the sudden influx of the warm, viscous fluid carrying the sheer quantity and pureness of the vitalis Seojun had unintentionally honed his entire life sent Yuna into overdrive, leaving her a moaning, screaming mess, joining Seojun in an orgasm of her own.

“Fuck, god, I’m cumming, cumming so hard, fuck, Seojun—”

Yuna was shut up by none other than Yeji, who lifted Yuna’s face up to roughly eye-level and slammed her lips against the convulsing, climaxing demoness.

“Fuck,” Seojun muttered under his breath, the sinfully sexy sight extending his orgasm a few seconds longer, continuing a little after his orgasm died down to let Yuna ride out hers before her tense, tight body goes limp.

Yeji, noticing Yuna’s orgasm subsiding, pulled away, a sly smirk on the lips and those foxlike eyes of hers. “See? Pretty good, huh?”

Yuna nodded. “Fuck, I can’t believe … a succubus servant … is that good…”

“Yeah, I know.”

“I could easily get addicted to this.”

Yuna let out a small groan as Seojun pulled out, causing the two of them to turn to look at him. “We get you for a whole week, don’t we?”

The brief break, the reminder of the deal, and suddenly, Seojun could hear the sounds of the other six gangbanging Tiffany; and, as chaotic as the sounds were, there was still a very noticeable absence of any even vaguely Tiffany-sounding voices.

“Um, I don’t think they mentioned anything about m—”

“Never mind, I wanna go again.”

Yeji and Yuna brought Seojun to another room with a couch that Yeji could sit on so that Seojun could drill into her from above as Yuna, curious as to what was happening to the succubus itself, peered into the meeting room to see Tiffany turned to the side and suspended in mid-air, with both her ass and her pussy filled to the brim with blurs that Yuna could only assume were the cocks of Taecyeon and Nickhun, while her mouth was filled with the cocks of both Wooyoung and Chansung, Junho and Jun.K standing at the side and roughing up her tits which had already begun to turn red while jerking off with their other hand.

Was a similar position feasible with all five of them and Seojun?

“This fucking pussy is still this tight … don’t worry, we’ll loosen up even your succubus pussy by the end of the week.”

As absorbent the succubus body usually was, even Tiffany’s well-matured body, who was even used to taking in multiple loads from multiple guys simultaneously, couldn’t keep up with the cadence of the orgasms from the six devils. As Taecyeon unrelentingly fucked the succubus, each thrust pushed out slivers of the load Wooyoung left there previously that her body wasn’t able to absorb in time, causing the fluids to trickle out of the tight connection, down her leg and eventually, onto the puddle gradually forming on the ground.

“You fucking succubus are such sluts, I bet y’all don’t even care where the cum goes. Don’t you think our cute little Fany would look better covered with our cum?”

To Tiffany, getting cum on her body was at least better than inside her, as, then, she didn’t have to taste their awful semen. But, on second thought, the mere thought of being covered with the cum of these six devils, every square centimeter of her skin caked with layer upon layer of the viscous fluids of the condescending, overpowering demons, who she had no choice but to acquiesce to in order to have any hope of saving Taeyeon, was a shot to her pride.

But, ultimately, pride meant nothing to Tiffany if Taeyeon was being experimented on, tortuously, by those two High Witches.

“What do we say, Fany?”

“Thank—Thank you, for your semen.”

“That’s a good girl.”

It was just a week. It was just a week. These were the words Tiffany repeated to herself as Jun.K and Junho took Taecyeon and Nickhun’s spot after spraying their loads all over her tits, with Wooyoung and Chansung deciding to join along, unleashing against her stomach and neck areas. Just one week of taking their cocks, repeatedly, into any and all of her holes, of being force-fed their semen, of being sprayed over and over with their loads, of being fucked like their personal sex doll, of feeling her pussy, her ass, even her lips trickling with their sticky seed, and barely being given a moment to properly swallow it before the hole is promptly filled with another of their dicks.

It was just a week. Seojun, too, wondered how he would even survive as Yuna climbed onto his lap and began riding him, and as his vision filling up with the sight of Yeji’s glistening pink folds descending upon his face.

It was just a week. It was just one entire, straight, endless week.

Quick note for the Tumblr-only readers: this is more or less my normal cadence of chapter releases xD Count on more 3rd/4th gen idols making appearances in the upcoming chapters :D when? Who knows? I certainly don’t.

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kesujo · 27 days ago

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Which Girls' Generation member is normally not sexually interested in the other members, but one day, if she had a girl penis, would fuck all the other members?

Honestly, realistically, the answer is almost definitely that none of them would do this. However, if you're more so asking for a, like, 'who is the most likely to do that', then ... I could see it being Tiffany, maybe? Simply because it seems like Tiffany is the closest to all of the members.

Sorry if my answer is boring 😭 is this supposed to be a prompt that I sink like 4k words into, or is the asker ok with this sorta boring response? If it is a prompt, I'd appreciate if it was made clear next time ^_^" I got like 6 drafts in the works so I may or may not take an incredibly long time to get to the prompt, but if it's interesting enough to me, I'll see what I can do! :D

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kesujo · 1 month ago

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Hi! Big fan of the jessica series from AFF. Since you’ve managed to reupload all the chapters here from there, is there an update coming up soon? For any of your series?

Will it be here or in AFF?

Hi there, thanks for your interest in 'Soiling Mr. Innocent'!

I'm gonna be honest, update I'm working on is the next chapter for 'The Pet of Kim Taeyeon' (my succubus story), so it'll probably be a while until I get to that. When I do get around to finishing that, though, I will be uploading the new chapter first to crowdfund members first on AFF, and then will be posting it on Tumblr after it's available to everyone :D

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kesujo · 1 month ago

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What do you think about this report? With BTS and Blackpink reuniting in 2025, is there a possibility to see interest in K-pop resurging? What are factors you think that have dampened people’s interest?

The thing is, I am part of the like, dampening interest in K-Pop xD it's only because I recently joined a kpop writer discord that I even know some of these newer groups like Kiss of Life and know more than just the group names of groups like Le Sserafim/ITZY/etc.

Personally, I got into K-Pop during gen2, as anyone would probably able to guess based on how I'm an SNSD and Taeyeon bias, and it was around the end of gen3 that I stopped paying attention to K-Pop - a lot of it was because SNSD was less active (and obviously, the Jessica thing), so I do think that a lot of the diminishing interest in K-Pop are just like, Blinks or Armys (were they supposed to be capitalized? o.O) following only their group and not really caring about other groups, which obviously is fair. If I were to guess, BTS/BlackPink returning would cause a surge in interest in K-Pop again, but I'd wager it wouldn't be as big as before. Another aspect of my personal diminishing interest in K-Pop is that, I'm busier, I got other things to take care of, and also, I've developed some other interests and don't necessarily want to spend like 60% of my free time consuming K-Pop variety show content/vlogs/etc.

Of course, there would theoretically be newer, younger fans who fill in the gap, but I feel like, for BTS and/or BlackPink to go back to the same level of hype as they had in their prime ... that would be a monumentous task.

But, really, I don't really mind if there's a downward trending interest in K-Pop, because I still will probably listen to it and will probably continue writing kpop fanfiction until I find something else to write about, which at the moment, I can't even fathom what that other thing would be. I've been writing fanfiction for over 10 years and have more or less gotten over obsessing over numbers - if there's still a lot of people who seem to want to read my stuff, great! If not, that's fine, I'll continue writing what I wanna write :D

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kesujo · 1 month ago

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everybody has preferences. which idols would you go rough on (pounding them senselessly till they lay there as a heavily breathing, cum pumped mess)? which idols would you let absolutely dominate you (tie you up, edge you until your balls explode with just the slightest breath) ?

(trying not to give the boring answers of Taeyeon for going rough on and Tiffany for being dominated xD)

I got two answers for the first one, the one I'd want to go rough on. First one is Seohyun. For her, I feel like it's more like a juxtaposition of her like pure and conservative image that would do it for me; she doesn't flaunt her curves in the slightest, but I mean, just look at them...

:dumjj:

(sorry if you don't know that emote LMAO)

The other one I was thinking of was Seulgi. Similar reason for Seulgi. She gives such like, pure and wholesome energy, outside of performances, ala below:

I feel like that the juxtaposition would also go pretty hard.

For being dominated - even though Yeji is a few years younger than me, I can sorta see her having dommy energy.

No? I can't really say I would want to be edged, ever, but if it had to be someone, and I couldn't choose my obvious answers, it might be her.

(But, I mean, look at Tiffany and tell me she doesn't also give off dommy energy)

:dumjj: x753289432

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kesujo · 1 month ago

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Unexpected Reward

Quickie b/c of that pic :D

“Isn’t this a bit much?”

Yeri looks up at you. “Huh? What do you mean?”

“In exchange for the cupcakes I made for you for your birthday, you’re giving me … a blowjob?”

“Hm?” Yeri is a little rascal, but you can’t see a hint of that signature mischievous smirk on her face. You have heard about her taking acting classes recently; has her acting skills really gotten so good, so quickly? “Why, did you want a titjob instead?”

“No—” You reach out to stop Yeri, who is in the motion of pulling her top over her head. “—that’s not what I meant in the slightest, and you know that.”

“But do you have any idea how scrumptious that cupcake was? And you’re telling me you made half a dozen of them?!”

“Well, I’m glad you like it, but…”

“Well, do you want this blowjob or not?”

You’re torn. Obviously, Yeri is a drop-dead beauty that any straight man in his right mind would be clamoring over his own feet for a chance get receive a blowjob from, but you’ve known Yeri for … how long?

“I can’t tell if you’re serious or not.”

“So, you don’t want it?”

Well, you’ve only known her for three years, but it feels more like thirty.

“Yeri, I need you to understand how awkward this situation is for me right now.”

“What’s awkward about it? A pretty girl is offering to suck you off.”

“Huh? Really? A pretty girl is? Where?”

Yeri laughs and smacks your leg. “Kneeling right in front of you, idiot.” You smile back, but the tension quickly settles back into the living room of your shared apartment. “If you don’t give me a concrete answer in two seconds, I’m going to pull your pants off.”

“Wait—” Yeri stops as her hands curl around the hem of your pants. “—just … why?”

“I said, the cupcakes are—”

“No no no, I mean, like … why. This isn’t … normal. You know what I mean?”

“Oppa, you’re just complicating things.”

“And now, why are you calling me ‘oppa’? When was the last time you did that? Like, two years ago?”

“That’s it, I’m just gonna—” Yeri tugs at your pants, and for some reason, you don’t stop her. “—there.” You are very glad you decided to do your laundry yesterday and weren’t forced to wear your bright red boxers. “And now, these.”

“Jesus, Yer—”

Despite your complaints, you end up complying with her silent request to lift your bum off the couch, letting her pull the last barrier separating your junk and your roommate of three years. “See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?”

“My eyes are up here, Yeri.”

You’re so nervous that you’re frankly shocked you remembered to say that line, a joke you’ve always wanted to make but never had the chance to. “I’ll be the judge of that.” And, as always, Yeri responds to your dumb quip with perfect precision. Is she even nervous? Given the flippant way she offered to be in this very circumstance, you feel like the answer to that question is ‘no’.

“Fuck, you’re really doing this, huh?”

“Too late to say ‘no’ now, oppa.”

This time, you don’t even complain about her calling you that, the firm pressure of Yeri’s soft hands inching towards your hardening erection under the undivided attention of her ardent gaze causing your breath to catch in your throat. They build and build, the coalescing buildup of tension in your esophagus simultaneously quickening and deepening your breath as her hands seem to close in on your dick in slow motion.

“I guess I have to apologize for all the times I joked about you having a small dick.”

“…what?” It takes a second to fully comprehend the question, then another to respond, “well, on average, it is small.”

Yeri blinks and then shoots an unbelieving glare at you. “What? No, it’s not. Look at—” her dainty fingers suddenly clasp around your member, forcing a hiss out of your throat. “—it. Oh my god, it’s getting bigger.”

“Shit, Yeri, are you sure you’re not a virgin?”

She scoffs at you. “I think I would know if I’ve been fucked before.”

You can’t even really formulate a response, as Yeri has already started slowly pumping your shaft. Instead, you let out a gargled mess of something between a grunt and a moan. You can feel your legs tensing and your hands curling into fists, tightening further as the speed of her hands quicken. “Fuck…”

“Does it feel that good?” There it is. That playful, mischievous smirk. Although, in this context: with your now fully erect cock in her hands, it makes you feel a whole other way, something you’ve never felt for her before: arousal.

“Yeah, fuck, it does.”

Yeri lets out a pleased hum, her eyes dropping back down on your dick. She shifts a little, leaning forward and rubbing her thumb on your glans while the other hand continues its jerking motion against the length of your shaft. You can see her starting to lean down a little, and your eyes land on those succulent, strikingly red lips of hers.

Yeri is your roommate, and you’re lucky that’s the case: not because you two get along so well, or because she’s so gorgeous, but because you can’t afford any other living accommodation. You heard how your friend, Seulgi, Yeri’s previous roommate, advocated for you: how you’re a very safe guy, how you’d never make a move on her, and considering how suddenly Seulgi needed to move out, the two of you were left with little choice but to agree to these strange living conditions. You always felt weird about fantasizing about women you had to see and interact with in real life, but the glowing review Seulgi left of you was yet another reason why you never really looked at Yeri that way.

Now that she’s kneeling between your pantless legs, things are considerably different. To hell with ‘not making a move on her’, she is the one making a move on you. Before today, you might’ve cringed at that notion, citing the fact that Yeri is your friend and that would just be weird. Now, although it still is weird, your mind can’t help but wander, imagining what those luscious lips would feel like around your cock.

“How about this?”

You nod again. “Yeah, that feels really good.” For a second, you become self-conscious at how unsexy those words are, but those thoughts are instantly blown away by the sudden speed at which Yeri starts pumping your shaft.

“It’s so hard and so hot, I wonder…”

For a moment, you yourself wonder if the cloud of arousal that has overtaken your brain suppressed the rest of that sentence, but turning your eyes back onto your roommate, you realize that isn’t the case. Yeri looks completely enamored with your cock, lost in a swirl of lust and amazement created by the firm, fast handjob she’s giving you.

“Shit, Yeri…”

“No, wait!” She abruptly stops, and you look at her in confusion. “You can’t yet! I’m supposed to be giving you a blowjob!”

You swear you can see a hint of redness on her cheeks now, which confuses you even more. “…I’m so … what?”

“Huh? Were you close?”

Ah. “No, it just felt good, and you looked so sexy with how hard you were focusing that those words slipped out of my mouth.” Now, the redness in her cheeks becomes slightly more pronounced.

“Well, then wait to see how sexy I look with your cock between my lips.”

How self-assured Yeri is, you would say, is one of her charming points: she’s not so egotistical as to come off as a narcissist, but she knows how gorgeous she is. Before, the fact that Yeri is so attractive is something you have indeed noticed, but was never something you really ever thought about until this moment.

“I can’t wait.”

“Weren’t you hesitant about this a second ago?”

“Well, now I’m not.”

Yeri smirks at you again, albeit still with a tinge of redness on her cheeks, before turning her attention back on your dick. “Good,” and then she sticks out her tongue, giving your shaft a nice, long lick from base to tip.

You swear you can nearly feel your soul floating out of your body. “Fuuck…”

Although you can’t see her, you can hear the smirk in the chuckle she lets out. “Does my tongue feel that good?”

“Yeah, it really does, Yeri.”

She doesn’t respond with words, instead planting a few kisses at the sensitive tip of your dick, each contact making a soft smacking sound and sending electric jolts of ecstasy up your spine. Her tongue comes out shortly after, caressing the upper half of your shaft with gentle, sensual licks. “God, Yeri…” You just so happen to look down at her as she looks up at you, and although the eye contact causes the two of you to flush slightly, Yeri beams a quick smile at you with her eyes before she lowers her head further, taking you into her mouth.

Your eyes are glued to her: Yeri, your beautiful, gorgeous, sexy roommate, suffocating the glans of your penis with her full, cherry red lips, and slowly making her way down. The fantasy that built inside your mind minutes ago is nothing compared to the actual thing: on top of the feeling of her velvety lips firmly pressing against the circumference of your dick, seeing her face gradually disappearing as more of your cock disappears between her lips is a mind-blowing visual, equally mind-blowing as the slight suction Yeri is already applying to your member.

She doesn’t even reach the base before she comes back up. “Oh my god.”

“What?” You try not to let the disappointment be too evident in your voice.

“Was I close to getting everything?”

You definitely felt like Yeri was trying to stroke your ego when she was talking about how ‘big’ you are; at four inches, you’re well aware you’re below average. But with that question, and how exasperated Yeri seems, you begin to think twice.

“Uh, I think pretty close.”

“Huh … I swear, it felt like I was going and going but there was always more.”

“…you know, Yeri, you don’t have to keep pretending, like, you know…”

“What? I’m fighting for my life, trying not to choke on you, and you’re making fun of me?!”

Is Yeri acting? If so, she had turned into one hell of an actor. “Right, sorry…”

Yeri dives back down, instantly taking more than half of your length into her mouth, and sure enough, as the last bit of your cock starts to enter her mouth, a harsh gagging noise fills the living room. Your hand shoots to the back of her head, pulling her off in a second. “Shit, I didn’t think—are you ok?”

Yeri nods, tears coalescing in her eyes as she clears her throat with a few coughs. “See?”

“You did that to prove a point?”

“Yeah, duh.”

You let out a laugh. “Kim Yerim, you…”

“Shut up,” she says, wiping her face with the back of her hand before diving back down. This time, she takes it a bit more slowly, easing the last bit of your length into her mouth. At this point, you can feel the tightness against the perimeter of your cock, and combined with a slight suction, it sends you straight to cloud nine. So, when she begins to move, bobbing her head up and down your cock, you can’t help but let out a guttural groan. You don’t have sex frequently, but the sensation combined with the visual stimulus is easily the most arousing sensation you’ve ever experienced.

“Holy fuck, Yeri…”

That moan seems to invigorate Yeri, who begins bobbing up and down your shaft with increased vigor. Her handjob did a good job of pushing you in the right direction, her tongue and kisses did a good job of preparing you for the blowjob, and her foray down your shaft positioned you in just the right position, but the blowjob itself damn near shoved you, stumbling with barely any space to rebalance yourself before stumbling off the cliff. And now, with how ferociously Yeri is blowing you, on top of how one of her free hands is caressing your balls, you’re hanging on by a rope.

“Fuck, Yeri, god, I’m so close…” Above all else, those words seem to motivate Yeri the most, and not soon after her movements became even fiercer and faster, you let out a final warning scream before exploding deep inside her mouth.

You can hear a sharp inhale as the rush of warm, viscous fluids invade her mouth, the tight seal of her lips ensuring nothing escapes her mouth while the suction from her throat milks out every last drop from you until you slump against the couch, spent.

“Holy shit.” Yeri releases your cock, making sure not to let a single drop escape from her lips. “Want me to get you a cup to spit that out in?” She shakes her head, and to your horror, her throat flexes, and she swallows the entire load in one, big gulp. “Holy shit, that’s—”

“Hot?”

You can’t deny that, but at the moment, you’re a little too spent to get too aroused at that sight. “You are … fucking crazy.”

“Oh, well hi Crazy, I’m Yeri.”

You roll your eyes at her. “Are you serious?”

“And, if Crazy wouldn’t mind, I would like to fuck him some more. Come on.”

Just the previous day—hell, just an hour ago, you never would have imagined even kissing Kim Yerim, much less getting a blowjob from her. Now, after having swallowed your load, the very same Kim Yerim is leading you to her bedroom, closing the door, and sitting you on her bed.

“Where do you wanna start?”

…

“You … what?! Are you serious?!”

“What? Why are you so surprised? You were the one who told me to be more direct.”

Saerom rolls her eyes. “Yeah. More direct, as in, like, you know, telling him your feelings. Not sucking his dick.”

Yeri laughs. “Well, it worked out either way. So can you even be that mad at me?”

Saerom simply shakes your head. “So … I guess you’re going out now?”

“No, I’m just in a situationship with my hot roommate who dicked me down for two hours straight—yes, of course we’re dating now.”

“Wow. Well, congrats! Dating your roommate, huh … just, uh, I guess, don’t wear him out too much.”

Yeri grins. If you were with the two friends, you would’ve shuddered at the sight. “Oh, don’t worry. I will.”

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kesujo · 1 month ago

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Writers often say that stories with multiple characters are harder to write than stories with just one character. For someone like you who has written a lot of stories with multiple characters, do you still find stories with multiple characters harder to write? Or is it no different from stories with just one character?

To be fair, the stories I have with multiple characters often revolve around, like, 2-3 characters, which I imagine is not dissimilar from most other stories. I do also tend to have some side-characters, which again, is not too dissimilar from most other stories, I imagine; to me, one of the funnest parts of writing is exploring interesting and fun character dynamics, and especially putting characters with interesting character dynamics in situations that allow that dynamic to shine, so I guess in that way, I naturally stay away from stories with just a single character. Would a story with just one character be easier (assuming you mean just one main character, with all the other characters being more or less side characters)? Maybe, but also, I feel like I would be less motivated to write a story with just one character because, if I ever introduce a character that I like or whose character dynamic with the main character is very fun/interesting, so in the sense of how motivated I would be to write, I think I'd prefer a story with multiple characters.

I have yet to write story with a, like, relatively large cast of characters, but I have a story in the drafts that is, what I tell myself, my first real attempt at getting published somewhere/somehow that involves a cast of 12-13 characters, but with one main character at the center. That definitely feels like it'll be more challenging than the normal stories I write, but it's also a welcome one :D

(btw, hope I answered your question xD)

P.S. about the last question: I would, undoubtedly, say that a story with just one character is considerably different, but in what ways, I'm not too sure, as I haven't really written a story with, what I would consider at least, 'only one main character'. The closest I have to that is 'The Decree of the Divine', but for that, I consider Taeyeon/Jason to also be main characters, even if they appear much less than Kevin (for all those who have read that story).

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Chapter 14: Miss Not-So-Innocent - Part 2

Previous part here.

“Make me scream with that dick.”

Jessica was one thing. Jessica Jung that was. But, over time, her forwardness was something he would’ve liked to say he got used to, but in reality, was something that still caught him off guard. Now that it was coming from another Jessica named Irene, the rather crass comment gave Parker pause.

“Hm?”

“Nothing.”

It was only that though: a pause. Aside from the obvious fact that Jessica was in the room, watching, there was nothing taboo about having sex with Irene. While the fact of Jessica’s relationship made having sex with her not ‘taboo’ per se, something about it still felt a little off to the rather conservative Parker. With Irene, like with Tiffany, that feeling didn’t exist, so his hesitation remained but a fleeting moment of shock.

The next sound to come out of Irene’s lips was a high-pitched squeal, Parker’s cock prying open her pussy lips. “Oh, fuck!” Irene’s voluminous, silky hair flicked against his face, covering his vision, but fortunately, he was at the point where he didn’t need sight to continue anymore. “God…” a breathy moan followed, Parker’s firm hands slowly guiding her descent onto his shaft, “…god, it’s tearing me apart…”

Keeping his hands on her hips, Parker shook Irene’s hair off his face, letting the jet-black sheet of hair settle against her collarbones as he trained his eyes on her shapely romp. While Tiffany may have Irene beaten in that department, Irene more than made up for it in eagerness and experience; where it took Tiffany minutes to take in half of his length, Irene was able to reaccustom to it in seconds. He was slower this time, stopping every so often to rest. To aid the process, Irene took those opportunities to grind against him until he resumed.

“Ooh, wow this shot is killer.”

“Hm?” For a second, Parker had no idea what Jessica was talking about, then remembered that she was taking photos of Irene and him for Tiffany. “Ooh, can I see?”

“Wait, Jessica—”

“Here, you can look too Parker.”

“No, not—” his eyes briefly glanced at the screen on Jessica’s phone, and although his eyes flicked away, from that brief glance, he had to admit: it was pretty hot.

“Mmm fuck that’s so hot … and that monster is inside me right now…” Irene craned her head downwards, spreading her legs further apart to get a better view of their connection. Parker couldn’t help but lean forward slightly to join her, and although the view was partially blocked by her pert breasts, seeing the lower half of his bulbous, thick, veiny member jammed tightly between Irene’s slim but toned thighs ignited his lust. So, he used that extra spurt of motivation to push deeper, earning a, this time louder, yelp-moan. “Oh! Parker, holy fuck!”

“Sorry, too much?”

Irene shook her head, leaning back and throwing her head back onto his shoulder. “No, keep going…”

Was Jessica really going to send these pictures to Tiffany, though? The Tiffany who turned into a tomato after a kiss? It was hard to believe, honestly, even after having seen the text message from her to Jessica. Should he be doing something additional? He could use what little experience he had to try … but then again, Parker had so quickly wiped that memory from his mind, he wasn’t even sure if he had learned anything from that shoot. Was acting natural better?

“Parker?”

The swirling thoughts in Parker’s mind slowed his actions down, enough to draw Irene’s attention. “Sorry.” Seeing Jessica aiming her phone at them, Parker figured it was best to ask after all. “Should I, uh, be posing or something?”

There was a brief silence followed by a slight chuckle from the erotic photographer. “No, just be natural. Enjoy Irene’s pussy at your own pace, I’ll worry about the aesthetics of the pics.”

So, all he had to do was to ignore the presence of others and their cameras as he was fucking. Parker hated how it was something he already had experience with, but the fact that it was Jessica, and not some strangers, directing her phone at him, it was not nearly as bad.

“Parker.”

“Hm?” Parker returned his attention back to Irene.

“Shove the rest of that thing inside me. I’m ready.”

“Er…” there was probably about a third of his length remaining, and while it was true that Irene had quite some time to adjust to this amount of his cock inside her, did that mean she was ready for the rest of his length? “…are you sure?”

“Mmhm. Shove it in me, baby. I want all of it.”

With every passing moment, the tightness with which Irene squeezed his dick caused more and more of his rationality to flee. It was already an impulse Parker was fighting against, so hearing Irene reaffirm it with such a sultry, yet somehow soothing voice blew away the last vestiges of his reasonableness. “Hm.” Without even giving her a full word of warning, Parker obliged, pulling her down on his cock with all his might.

An ear-splitting scream filled the room, the ecstasy pouring out of Irene directly into the photographer, who had to now resort to peeling off the sticky pair of panties that were drenched with her precum. Parker joined in, although with a slightly reduced volume and tone, the tightness and pressure on his sensitive sex organ increasing tenfold.

“Fuck, oh my god, fuck!” Irene honestly didn’t know it was possible to feel this full. It felt like her innards were being pushed aside to accommodate Parker’s cock. “Parker, so much, oh my god, you’re stretching me so much!”

It must’ve been a natural action from an experienced woman, but feeling Irene’s ass grinding ever so slightly against his groin added into the pleasure her pussy was squeezing into him.

“Irene, I can’t even move…”

“It’s ok, it’s ok, honestly, you might break me if you started moving…”

It couldn’t be said that Irene was already used to it, but resting her head on Parker’s shoulder certainly felt like it was helping her get there. Although, to be frank, it felt impossible to ever get used to this. “Jess, how did you get used to this?”

“Hm?” Jessica peeked out from the other side of her phone, holding it with one hand while the other played at her wet folds. “Oh. That’s the thing, you don’t. You enjoy feeling of it prying your pussy open every time.”

“Oh.” Or maybe, she could get used to it after all…

Whilst Irene was lost in the ecstasy that was Parker’s cock, the man himself was fighting off rapidly fading pain. It was only expected, with how bordering-painful the first time with the hyper-aggressive Irene, but this time, it was much more manageable. In fact, a few seconds later, he could barely feel the pain, shortly after grinding against Irene. “Hmm, so tight.”

“Do you like it?” she craned her head back as far as she could, looking at Parker from the corners of her vision. “Does my pussy’s tightness make you want to smash it into the shape of your cock?”

Parker answered with a body roll, pushing himself just a bit deeper inside Irene, but enough to make her squeal. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Gee…” Even the slightly off-profile view of Irene’s face was immaculate, and the anachronisms of her speech made her all the more endearing. “…would I?”

Parker leaned forward, mostly to shift into a better position to lift her up but also to incidentally plant a kiss on her cheek before lifting her an inch or two off his lap.

“Fuck.”

Jessica’s eyes were glued to them at this point. Did it look this hot when they were fucking? Maybe she should record more videos. Tiffany would probably enjoy them, too.

“Par—” Irene didn’t have the chance to finish calling his name, interrupting herself with an ecstatic moan as Parker slammed her back onto his lap. She could feel her vaginal walls being stretched to and past their limits as Parker’s girth forced themselves back into her. “Fuck, yes, stretch—” another lift and slam down, and another moan, “—stretch me out, mold my pussy—” Irene could feel the tip of his rock-hard dick slightly bumping against her cervix—and while there was some amount of pain, the pleasure was more than enough to drown it out. “—mold my pussy to the shape of your cock, hit—” Parker’s breath was also growing heavier, which was also being joined by the sounds of the barely audible squelching sounds of Jessica’s fingers against her own stickiness. “—hit my womb, fuck me until I can’t move!”

Jessica was so enraptured by the scene before her, she had completely forgotten her duties as the photographer until she flinched at some stray splashes of Irene’s juices landed on her face. “Holy fuck, that’s so hot…”

Jessica needed to save some of these pics for herself, too.

Or maybe not. That’d make Hunter’s job of finding her partner way too easy, which was a real shame. She really needed to find evidence of Hunter’s partner.

“More? You want more?”

Irene nodded frantically. Her hands were firmly planted between her spread-apart legs, alleviating Parker partially of the task of lifting her off his lap, but this next time, Irene felt a rush and the pit of her stomach drop as Parker lifted her probably just about three-quarters of the way off his cock before fully hilting her yet again.

“Fuck!” A surge of electricity shot up Irene’s spine, another spray of her juices being ejected from their hot connection and landing on Jessica’s bare breasts. “Oh my god!”

“You like that?”

Irene nodded again, even more vigorously than last time, and was reward with a repeat of the action. For any of the other she’s fucked, being lifted so far up his shaft would’ve almost certainly resulted in the penis slipping out. For Parker, though, it felt almost impossible. It was such a bizarre, such a sexy feeling, of gliding so far up his shaft and still feeling so much of him still inside her. And when he pushed the entire length all the way back inside her, Irene couldn’t help but marvel at just how deep he was inside her.

Frankly, Irene still couldn’t believe all seven-point-five inches were inside her. If she placed a hand on her stomach and pressed hard enough, would she be able to feel his bulge from there?

Not that she was ever given the chance. Parker’s actions were becoming increasingly fierce, the ferocity and speed of his thrusts causing Irene to lose more and more of her mind.

But she was still missing something.

“P-Parker, wait.”

On command, Parker stopped. “Oh, sorry, I—”

“No, I want to turn around.”

Parker, who was verging on some kind of a high from the overwhelming pleasure he was experiencing, had to take a few deep breaths to fully process Irene’s request. “Oh, ok.” But as he moved to lift her off his lap, Irene stopped him.

“No, like this.”

“Wha—” Parker’s question was immediately answered when Irene shifted both her legs to the right, and, in a seemingly impossible feat of flexibility, swung her right leg between their bodies, hooking it onto his left shoulder. “Holy shit.”

Irene shot Parker another luminescent grin, a triumphant smile that reveled in the utter shock and awe Parker regarded Irene with at the feat. “I bet you’ve never seen Jessica do that.”

“Oh, are we competing now?”

Irene giggled. “No, love you!” she said, turning to her friend and making a heart with her fingers as she shifted the rest of her body in place.

“Well, at least I got some great pics first.”

“Can I see? How did I look?”

“You look hot as fuck, Rene.”

“Ooh, good!” Irene craned her head to the side to see the phone Jessica was presenting to her. “Wow, yeah, that looks so hot.”

“I need to get something, be right back.”

Parker didn’t like the knowing glance Irene gave Jessica, which she returned, but didn’t have the time to ponder that as Irene started grinding against him immediately after. “Irene…”

“I know they aren’t much, but boobs are boobs, right?”

“Er…” If it were Jessica who said that, Parker might’ve unleashed some snarky, sarcastic, or flabbergasted comment. But this was someone he didn’t even know an hour ago, and honestly, Parker was thankful he managed to catch himself before unconsciously responding in such a manner—although, from Irene’s personality, it seemed like she wouldn’t mind. “…yeah, I mean, that’s true.”

He obliged, reaching up to palm her petite breasts. Although they were bigger than Irene’s top made them out to be, it didn’t take much effort to cover it with his hands. A soft sigh tumbled out her lips, which intensified when his fingers brushed over her areola. “Mmmm…” Irene began to grind against Parker again, her legs slowly slotting themselves between his waist and the back of the couch. Parker, in response, slowly began to roll his body in synch with her movements. Slow, but steady, and firm, thrusts matched the pace of his hands against her boobs, making sure to massage her areola and roll the sensitive, rock-hard nubs between his fingers. Irene’s sighs grew heavier, then turning into pants, then moans, as their pace picked up. “Can I kiss you?”

“Huh?”

At first, Parker’s response was because he was so focused on Irene that he barely heard the words from her mouth, and then, “Wai—huh?” Why would Irene ask that he was already balls-deep inside her?

“Some draw the line at smooches. You never know.”

“…I see.” That wasn’t something Parker knew, nor really understood, nor really believed to be honest, but he didn’t inquire any further. “Yeah.”

Irene smiled graciously before leaning forward and connecting her lips with his.

Parker had been intimate with his fair share of girls, aside from Jessica and Tiffany, and while it was true that Irene was probably smaller in the chest and butt areas, the softness and just the way it felt like he melted into her lips was absolutely unmatched.

“Mmmm~”

Irene wasted no time in deepening the kiss, wrapping her hands around his head and pulling him in while tilting her head towards him. Parker could feel the puffs of air from Irene’s nose, but the feeling was mostly overwhelmed by the plush, velvety feeling of Irene’s cherry lips moving against his own, aggressively, like she was trying to mold the shape of his lips with her own.

As quickly as the kiss grew heavy, so too did their hips; parting every now and then for quick breaths, but never for long, Irene always making sure to shoot Parker a slight grin before leaning back into him.

“Fuck, so hot.” Parker didn’t need to ask to know what the soft pair of pillowy cushions pressing against his head were, but what he didn’t know was why they had begun to shake. “I don’t think you’ve ever kissed me so fiercely.”

Parker could only barely register the words, and definitely didn’t have the breath to respond. Irene, noticing this, reached up with one hand to blindly reach for her shoulder and patting it when she did, then returning to the back of Parker’s head.

“You know, Rene, that doesn’t make me feel any better.”

Parker could feel Irene smile into the kiss, but otherwise had no idea what happened. He didn’t have much brain power to be focusing on anything else, anyway: his impending orgasm was taking up most of that.

“Mmm … mmm…” Between Irene’s panting, moans, and sighs, Irene’s symphony of pleasure heightened his own. At this point, Parker had completely given up trying to keep up with Irene, just doing his best in following the rhythm of Irene’s intense kiss, riding him with equal ferocity. Joining Irene’s symphony was an underlying rhythmic slapping of wet skin on wet skin, a sound that was growing gradually louder and faster in pace as Parker neared his climax. Soon, even Irene couldn’t keep up, releasing Parker’s lips and throwing her head back. “Ah, oh, oh fuck.”

“Fuck, fuck, oh my god…”

Jessica’s breathy, soft moans being muttered directly into his ear made Parker jolt. Both of them, both Irene’s voice and Jessica’s, were wonderful in their own rights, but hearing them moaning so sensually jacked his arousal up to eleven.

“Yeah, pound that pussy harder, Parker…”

Parker could hear the vibrato in her voice as she continued to shake. Without a second of hesitation, Parker obeyed.

“Fuck, fuck, Parker!”

There was a satisfaction Parker got from hearing the squelching sounds of Irene’s pussy giving way to his cock, knowing how turned on he was making the woman riding him by how absolutely drenched in her juices his crotch was.

“Irene, so close…”

With every thrust, Parker could feel Jessica’s tits pushing back against his head. He had no idea why Jessica was doing that—the best he could figure was so that she could watch over his shoulder, but had given it no further thought due to having more important matters to attend to.

“Uugh fuck yes, pump me full of cum, Parker! Fill me up and put your baby inside my womb!”

Even as Irene screamed, her voice somehow retained its buttery-smooth quality. It didn’t seem so much a request as a command, so Parker happily obliged.

His only warning was a grunt, fully hilting Irene again before letting loose a torrent of his seed.

“Oh, oh my, fuck, yes, more!”

It was something between a grunt and a growl that Parker was letting out as he continued to pump his cock inside her, the tight grip of his hands on her hips leaving a red imprint on her otherwise porcelain skin.

“It’s so hot, baby, oh my god…”

Irene rode out Parker’s orgasm furiously, her head tilted all the way back and her back arching towards the man whose seed was filling up her womb. Her eyes were closed, chest heaving, lips parted, sighs and moans coming out her mouth, vibrating with the cadence of the rocking motion of her body.

“Fill her up nice and good, Parker~”

While Irene’s voice had taken on a more content, satisfied tone, Jessica’s still seemed slightly strained. Why was she even standing there? Taking pictures from that angle?

“Hmm…” as Parker’s orgasm wound down, so too did his actions, eventually crawling to a halt. For someone as small and thin as Irene, she was surprisingly sturdy, Parker noticed.

“Aah…” Irene let out another contented sigh, leaning forward and planting her face on Parker’s shoulder. “…that was great. Thanks, Parker.”

“Than—? Er, your welcome, I guess?”

“You came so deep inside me, this time, do you reckon, will I get pregnant?”

Parker furrowed his eyebrows. “Don’t think it works like that.”

“Oh, really?”

“Hey, get off him! My turn!”

Post-orgasm, Irene didn’t even bother getting off his lap, talking to him with his dick still firmly buried seven-point-five inches inside her.

“Whaat? But you get to fuck him every week—you live right next to him, and I only get tonight.” Jessica pouted, to which Irene continued, “Let me cum one more time, and then I’ll let you have him.”

“Right. I’m right here you know, you don’t have to talk about me as if—”

“Fine.”

“—ok, I guess my opinion doesn’t matter.”

Irene giggled and gently patted Parker’s cheek. “Sorry. Do you mind?”

Parker blinked a few times. This was not what he was anticipating. Maybe Irene wasn’t just another Jessica. “No, ‘course not.”

At that Jessica guffawed. “What? Why aren’t you this nice to me?!”

“Because he likes me more, duuh,” Irene replied, sticking her tongue out at Jessica while unmounting Parker.

Parker elected not to answer, instead saying, “Where are we…?”

“Oh! Sorry, I didn’t tell you, huh? Here, follow me.” Parker obliged, Jessica scooting to the other side of the couch as the two of them made their way to the spot Jessica was previously standing. “This came to mind just now, as I was turning around in your lap.”

“Right, ok.”

“Stand there.” Parker obeyed, watching as Irene leaned against the back of the couch, aligning the top of the backrest with her hips, and dipping her upper body downwards, pushing up her round, bubbly butt towards him. “Ok, ready?”

“Yea—” Parker was clearly not ready, stumbling a step back as her left leg effortlessly shot up, nearly taking out his jaw as it did so. “Wha—”

“Catch it!” Parker obliged without a second thought, retaking that step forward and grabbing her thin, yet surprisingly toned, leg with his hands. “There. Hold onto my leg, and fuck me like that.”

It was Parker’s time to guffaw, this time at Irene. “What? Like that? Are you going to be … ok?”

“Yeah! You can go further too, if you’d like.”

“No, I mean—well, that’s good to know, I guess, but also … how are you gonna, you know, not fall?”

“Oh, I can hold onto the couch like this.” Irene demonstrated by grabbing the edge of the couch cushions with here hands. “See?”

“I can help if she needs it,” Jessica chimed in.

While Parker wasn’t fully reassured, he took another step towards Irene, letting her extend her leg all the way up. “Wow … you’re so flexible.”

“All the better to fuck me with, baby.”

It was something Parker noticed, Irene addressing him as ‘baby’. This seemed to be another way Irene differed from Jessica; Parker couldn’t see Jessica calling Parker ‘baby’ their first night, especially since … has she ever called him that? It was probably due to the exuberant friendliness that Irene emanated—and if it were with any other girl, Parker would’ve probably been off-put by it. But, the way Irene said it, her tone of voice, her facial expressions that were somehow simultaneously welcoming and sultry … it turned him on.

“Don’t blame me if you fall.”

Irene let out a sharp gasp as Parker’s tip reentered Irene’s hot, damp sex, and then another moan as he slid back inside her. “Oh, oh fuck, I don’t think I can help but fall for you…”

“Fall for his cock, you mean.”

“Mmm, fuck…”

It barely took any effort to fully hilt Irene again, by which time Parker had begun hugging Irene’s leg. While they were stable for now, he could tell Irene was exerting some effort in keeping herself stable, with how fierce his thrusts were becoming, and with that shaking, it became easier to simply hug it against his chest rather than hold it off to the side.

“You’re so deep, baby…”

Irene’s voice was low and husky, and with the added visual of the left-side profile of her face and the bouncing motions of her pert breasts in response to Parker’s thrusts, added fuel to the reignited fire of his engine.

“I need to start stretching more.”

“Mmhmm…” Parker wasn’t even sure Irene fully heard Jessica’s side note, and it definitely didn’t seem like she cared. Even from the angle Parker was looking down upon Irene at, he could see the ecstasy written all over her face. Initially, Parker thought the leg would get in the way more than anything, but now he was using it as extremely convenient leverage to push deeper and harder with every thrust.

What helped more than that, even more than the downward angle that meant gravity was on his side this time, was the fact that her split-apart legs gave Parker exquisite access to her pussy. While hearing, seeing, and feeling a pair of nice ass cheeks slapping against his groin was pleasant in its own regards, having her legs split so far apart meant, naturally, that they weren’t in the way. And, with the usually most present obstacle a non-factor, Parker could feel how deep his every thrust was burrowing into Irene’s reddened cunt. Even the view was immaculate: the glistening folds, stretched apart to make way for his girth, translucent fluids sputtering out with every thrust, Irene’s body shaking in tandem with his every movement. With one of her legs secured between Parker’s legs and the other wedged between his hands and chest, with how easily Irene matched his own pace, with their combined sounds of pleasure synchronizing with each other, the two of them fell into the flow of one.

“Oh, god, oh god, oh…”

Irene, becoming gradually more delirious with arousal, was starting to lose her grip of the edge of the couch, but just before she was about to slip, her hands were caught by another pair of softer ones. Irene didn’t question it, too consumed with her impending orgasm, instead tightly gripping the hands who could only belong to Jessica.

“So deep, baby, keep going…”

Another advantage of this position was the ability to look at her partner as she was getting fucked by him, but at the moment, that advantage had completely disappeared; no matter how hard she tried to keep her eyes open, she couldn’t even focus hard enough to look properly at Parker’s face. Still, she tried anyway, and seeing the effort Irene was making, meeting her half-lidded, zoned out eyes turned Parker on even more.

“Fuck, this feels amazing, Irene…”

“…you never say that with me…”

Jessica’s pout when ignored, as too did her own sexual frustrations. Watching the pair go at it so fervently, she was very tempted to use Irene’s hand to start masturbating, and the fact that she managed to withhold from doing so, Jessica felt like she deserved a reward.

“I’m so close, I’m so close, please, Parker, baby, make me squirt all over your naughty cock!”

The innocent-faced, the pure beauty of Irene, at such a lascivious position, begging for such a salacious reward … it just pushed Parker harder.

“What’s stopping you?”

Irene, lost in a haze of her own lust, could barely register the words. The panting and moaning, the loudening slaps of Parker against her entrance, the shuffling of the poor couch that was underneath them, but most of all, her own mind that had turned to mush—she barely had the brain power to respond, much less reply.

“Yes, yes, baby, I’m cumming, I’m—”

Irene exploded before she could even finish her next word, instead letting loose a breathy, high-pitched moan, not even giving Parker a warning before the first squirt shot him right his lower jaw.

“Oh—”

“Fuck! Fuck, Parker, yes! Oh my god!”

While, in the back of Parker’s mind, he wondered if this was her first orgasm of the night, and if it was, he felt bad for her, in the forefront of his mind was the single-minded desire to let the soft, sexy, beauty ride out her orgasm, even if the next few shots landed on his chest next, then his waist, then his clavicle.

“Ah, I can’t, oh my god, I’m cumming so hard…” Seeing her body shaking so vigorously against his hips, and back against the back of the couch, Parker’s arousal only grew, and had to make a conscious effort to reign himself in. Irene’s moans died away as her climax slowed down to a halt, as did her squirting, as too did Parker’s thrusts. “Ah…” the final sigh and slumping against the couch, Parker took it as his cue to pull out and take a few steps back. Before he could start cleaning himself up, however, Jessica stepped up to him.

“Let me.”

Parker gave her a look. “This is Irene’s…”

“I need something to do. Please.”

Parker sighed. He could see it in Jessica’s eyes too. Was it just that she was so turned on that she didn’t mind the fact that it was her friend’s fluids, or did she find that hot? “…Right. Let’s sit down then.”

“I wanna watch.”

“You want to watch your friend clean the body of the guy you just came all over.”

“Yeah.”

It was honestly relieving, how Parker felt like he would never understand the minds of these two. He wasn’t too far gone yet.

“Sure. Fine. Whatever.”

As promised, Irene propped herself up by her elbows, turning her head to watch as Jessica climbed next to Parker on the sofa. Seeing Jessica start to lean down, Parker started to reconsider how far he actually was when he wasn’t even surprised to see Jessica stick her tongue out and start to lick Irene’s juices off him.

“That’s pretty hot too. Too bad you can’t really see my cum, or else I’d take a pic for Tiff.”

“You came a lot, Rene.”

“Yeah, thanks to Parker.”

Parker grimaced. “Well, I guess, since it was your first…”

“Hm?” Irene looked at Parker, confused, to which Parker responded by mirroring her expression.

“What?”

“That wasn’t my first.”

While Parker was relieved to hear that, it didn’t clarify his confusion. “Then…?”

“You made me cum when I was riding you.”

“Ah.” Thinking back, Parker might’ve been so absorbed with Irene that he didn’t even notice. She definitely didn’t squirt like she did just then—was this position better for her too? And by that much? “Sorry, didn’t—” Parker was silenced by Jessica’s lips. It didn’t last long, and when Jessica pulled away, she was directing a very pointed pouting face at Parker.

“My turn now. Pay attention to me.”

“Er…” Jessica was just being playful, right? “…sorry.”

Jessica’s pout turned into a bright smile, then a laugh. “Don’t look so serious, I’ll feel bad.”

“Ah.” Well, now he felt dumb.

“Let’s go to the bedroom. Much less cramped for the three of us there.”

“True.” Parker got on his feet, but before he could start walking, Jessica tugged his arm.

“Carry us.”

“…Both of you?”

“Yeah. Piggyback me and princess carry Rene.”

“Oh! That sounds fun!” Irene chimed in, apparently already having recovered from her orgasm.

“…Why?”

“What? You can though, right? I mean, look at Irene. She’s, like, 70 pounds or something.”

“What? I’m heavier than that.” That’s how Parker knew Irene was truly ‘not like other girls’; which other girl would claim to be heavier after being complimented on her skinny frame?

“Are … ah, fine, whatever. Yeah – come on, get on,” Parker said, bending down in front of the couch. Jessica, letting out a small squealing sound of excitement, jumped onto Parker’s back, her arms locking around his neck, her legs around his waist, her tits pressed firmly against his back. “And then, Irene?”

“Are you sure?”

“Now you’re hesitant?”

“Well, now that I’m looking at you, it seems like it’d be tough…”

“Are you calling me fat?!”

Jessica always seemed rather reserved to Parker. In recent weeks and months, that perception flipped—that, and all sorts of other perceptions he had of the mysterious, married woman—but they mostly interacted with only each other. Jessica taking the lead with Tiffany was probably more out of necessity than as a default aspect of her personality, so discounting that … has Parker ever seen Jessica so animated before?

“What? No! Of course not!”

“Hmph, maybe I shouldn’t give Parker back to you.”

“Again, I’m right—”

“No! Wait, I’m sorry Jess! Please?”

“Yeah, figured.”

“Love you!”

Jessica couldn’t maintain her pout though, folding to the cute puppy-dog eyes from Irene. “Fine.”

“Ok, I’m ready, Parker.”

“Right.”

Parker bent down again, letting Irene to situate herself next to his extended arms before sweeping her tiny frame off the floor. Letting out another squeal, Irene’s hands quickly wrapped around his arms. “Oh my god.”

“Let’s goo!”

Parker could just barely see Jessica’s outreaching arm extending over his head. “What, am I your horse?”

“Onward, my steed! I shall ride you into the sunset, atop that befittingly massive horse cock of yours!”

“I don’t know if you can hear yourself, but it doesn’t even sound sexy—”

Jessica tapped his cheeks a few times to interrupt him. “Go, go, go!”

“You two are fun.” Irene was, in fact, the second of Jessica’s friends to make such a statement, but it was still something that caught Parker off guard. Was ‘fun’ the right word to use? “Can I be your friend too, Parker?”

“Er, I guess…?”

“Parker.”

“Right, sorry.”

He was starting to feel some strain in his arms anyway, and speaking to Irene while she was in his arms as she laid was a little awkward, so he followed Jessica’s silent directive and carried the two women to his bedroom. However, as soon as he deposited Irene, she apologized and mentioned needing to do something, thanking Parker for the ride, before darting out of the room. Jessica slid off his back, as she made her way to the bed, pulled Parker along.

“You really looked like you were having fun fucking Irene there.”

“Well, you did bring her over for that reason, right?”

“Fuck me with that same vigor.” Jessica climbed onto the bed, pushing her hips up while spreading her legs. Her hands came around her sides, pulling her butt cheeks apart, revealing the glimmering set of pussy lips between the plump mounds of fat. “Don’t hold back.”

Parker didn’t, and in doing so, noted how there wasn’t nearly as much resistance as there usually was. Maybe she was preparing while Irene and him were going at it?

“Yes, oh god...”

The deeper Parker delved inside Jessica, the more those superfluous thoughts disappeared. However many times he’s done this, Parker had to admit that it still felt great every time; the past Parker was appalled at how often Hunter had sex, but now, Parker can understand just a little bit as to why Hunter had become like this. He wasn’t like this in the past; although Hunter was more sexually active than most people Parker knew, he wasn’t nearly as much as the couple are now. Jessica was the one who changed him, and it was obvious why that happened.

“Jess…”

“Yees, finally, oh god…”

Jessica’s hands gradually fell to her sides while Parker’s took over, pressing her face deeper into the pillow while pushing her hips even further up. The further up Jessica’s ass came, the better the angle Parker had to her pussy, and the deeper he could push his cock with every thrust.

“Fuck, I needed this so much, watching you two made me so horny.”

The shaking of the bed caused some instability, but Parker solved the issue simply by digging his knees into the mattress. “Yeah, I can tell.”

“Then you should’ve let me join.”

“Would Irene have let you join though?”

Jessica giggled. “Maybe not. At least, not the first one.”

Before Parker could ask, he felt Irene climb onto the bed. “That’s my cue, I guess.”

Parker had been so preoccupied with Jessica that he hadn’t even noticed Irene reenter the bedroom. When he redirected his gaze on her, though, Parker was met with a striking visual: attached to the slim waist of the petite Korean woman was a plastic phallus that served as a jarringly juxtaposition of her otherwise ethereal, pure beauty. Irene’s naked form was beautiful, sexy even, her absolute confidence contributing greatly to the appeal of it. It could be said that her body followed a theme: almost everything about her was small. Except for her large eyes and high nose bridge, every other feature of Irene was small: her nose, her hands, her waist, her legs, in both ways, so in that way, it almost made sense that Irene’s assets were also similarly relatively small. So, to see such a massive purple dildo swinging from Irene’s hips, Parker had to suppress the urge to laugh. Just how jarring the juxtaposition was between the sex toy and the one who was wearing it … how could anyone not?

Jessica, however, wasn’t laughing at all. The moment her eyes landed on it, the rest of her vision seemed to process out everything but the colorful phallus. “Mmm, fuck.” Jessica’s core trembled at the mere thought of Parker pounding it down her throat. “Come here, I need it down my throat, now.”

Some strange part of Parker couldn’t help but continue to stare at it, and watching Jessica’s hands wrap around it, he came to a realization.

“Wait…”

“Did you notice?”

Jessica was too preoccupied with Irene’s dildo, so it was Irene who had posed the question to Parker.

“Is … I mean, that’s not…”

“That’s your cock right there. Just, plastic.”

That explained that bizarre occurrence the other day, when Jessica came over just to encase his erection in some strange substance, which he now realized was a mold, without explanation. It had taken some convincing from Jessica to convince Parker to agree to it in the first place, and now Parker could see why Jessica was so adamant about it. She wanted a dildo of his cock.

“Are you serious, Jessica?”

“What? Can you blame me for wanting a mold of one of my favorite cocks?”

“But, isn’t that going to be…” Parker stopped himself short. He was going to mention the custom-made dildo making things too obvious for Hunter, but then again, how was Hunter supposed to know what this dildo was? It seemed like Jessica covered her bases with the shipping too, considering it was Irene who brought it to her. Jessica probably had the package shipped to Irene’s place, and brought her over, perhaps compensating Irene by giving her a chance to fuck him. And, from his past experiences with Jessica, the married couple certainly didn’t seem to be lacking in the sex toys department.

“Parker, you stopped.”

“Don’t you want to get that in your mouth first?”

Right as those words left his mouth, Parker facepalmed. He could just about hear the smirk on Jessica’s face when she replied, “Oh, so you—”

“No, I just didn’t want to give you a hard time with—you know what I meant.”

As much as Jessica loved teasing Parker, at the moment, she didn’t have much patience for it. After all, she had two cocks, both of his shape and size, to be fucked by. “Mmm.” With that, Jessica took the Parker-shaped dildo into her mouth.

As promised, Parker started up again as Jessica filled her mouth with the plastic cock, slowly at first, giving her some time to get used to having his girth simultaneously splitting apart both sets of her lips apart before moving with intent. And, although he would never admit it, the view was insanely hot; Jessica’s romp took up a fair bit of his vision and his attention, but every time it collided with his groin, Parker would glance at the rest of the view and would steal his attention, bit by bit. Jessica’s back sloped downward gracefully, a full head of silky, almond hair bobbing up and down the lap of a seated Irene, who, upon noticing Parker’s gaze, looked up to offer him a grin. Parker, on the other hand, was focused on Jessica’s bobbing head, watching as the purple, plastic phallus disappeared further and further into the greedy lips of Jessica Jung.

“You’re taking that cock so well, Jess.” Irene leaned forward, bundling up her hair and holding it ponytail above her. “I’m impressed.”

Jessica could only respond with a half-moan, half-whine, probably meant to be some braggadocious comment to the wide-eyed woman watching her from above.

“You can probably go harder though, Parker.”

Up until that moment, Parker had been careful in not unleashing every ounce of his energy in pounding Jessica both to let her adjust, and more importantly, to not bother Irene with the excessive motion. However, seeing Jessica nod fervently at Irene’s goading, Parker said, “Are you sure? Is that ok for both of you?”

While Jessica couldn’t turn her head, what with the massive cock wedged down her throat, but from the side-eye she attempted to give Parker, he could just about hear the scolding she wanted to give him. ‘How many times do I have to tell you? Don’t ask to ram my pussy into next Friday, just do it.’

“Yeah, I don’t mind.”

“Right.” Parker dug his feet into his mattress, his hands’ grip of Jessica’s hips tightening, and slammed into her at full force. The shockwaves of his force rippled throughout her body, pushing her deeper onto the pseudo-cock attached to Irene’s hips, and in turn, nudging her the slightest bit back.

“Oh.” The second thrust Parker sent to Irene, through Jessica, pushed her a little further back, and by the fourth, Irene had to keep one arm behind her to brace herself against Parker’s movements. “That’s what you meant by asking me that.”

Parker let out a chuckle in response, slamming his length all the way back inside Jessica again. He could just barely make out a moan amidst the sloppy sounds of the blowjob she was giving to the plastic penis. “Wow, that’s pretty hot. I wish you could see things from this angle, Parker.”

The best Parker could see was Jessica bobbing up and down Irene’s lap, her hair bouncing wildly within the confines of Irene’s loose grip. He could also see the force of his thrusts propelling her deeper into the dildo, and coupled with the occasional gagging noises joining the cacophony of wet slurping noises, pushed Parker even further. The deeper he went inside Jessica, the deeper the pseudo-cock was pushed down her throat, the louder and sloppier her blowjob became, and the more invigorated Parker became. The sounds of Parker’s crotch smacking against Jessica’s ass began to overpower the sounds of her tongue and lips against the sex toy stuffed deep inside her mouth, and following that was the sounds of Parker’s grunts overpowering the panting and muffled moans from Jessica’s occupied throat.

“God, that looks so hot…”

Irene was strictly straight, or at least that’s what she thought—sure, she watched some porn with threesomes involving two girls, and appreciated a nice pair of boobs as any woman did, but she never entertained the idea of sex with women. There was a difference between appreciating how beautiful, and how sexy, her friends were, and wanting to fuck them. But now, watching Jessica bobbing up and down her cock—the cock attached to her hips, that was—with tears in her eyes, moaning up a storm while being plowed from behind by the same, flesh-and-blood cock, made her feel something different. It made Irene want to watch Jessica’s movements with her own hip thrusts to see how that’d feel, it made her want to try fucking the face of her best friend to see if that would enhance the experience in any way. Seeing drool starting to escape the corners of Jessica’s mouth and down her chin and feeling it dribble onto her legs while also watching the monster of a cock repeatedly battering the snatch of her sexy best friend, knowing it was the same size and shape of a cock that was wreaking havoc on Jessica’s throat, made Irene start to drool. What would it feel like to be repeatedly pushed onto a mimic of Parker’s beast by the beast itself, deeper and deeper, without reprieve? What would it feel like to have both her throat and her pussy being stretched out simultaneously by Parker’s size? Would it be as heavenly as Jessica made it look?

Wouldn’t it be better if she was being fucked on both sides?

Parker could feel the effects of something right away, and it wasn’t until he looked up that he realized what was happening, and the sight made his eyes bulge out of their sockets.

The one hand Irene was using to keep Jessica’s hair in check had tightened, and was now pushing her head onto her lap in synch with hip thrusts. Irene was fucking Jessica’s face, relentlessly, and Jessica was clearly enjoying it; her pussy tightened, the gagging noises increased in frequency, matching her own pace flawlessly with the new speed Irene had set for her.

“You love choking on Parker’s cock so much, don’t you?” Jessica, unable to say anything in return, could only respond with increased fervor. “Being plowed from behind and from the front, how much of a slut do you have to be to be enjoying this, this much?”

“Mmm!”

Parker had no idea what had spurred the sudden change of pace in Irene, nor did he care. It was hot.

“Are you close? Are you getting off to getting your pussy stretched from behind and your throat stretched from the front?” Jessica let out another, wild, muffled moan. Her entire body shook wildly with the unmatched rhythms of Irene and Parker—Jessica was getting manhandled by the two parties, each using them for their own pleasure, and she reveled in it. “Do you want to cum with Parker’s cock buried deep inside your pussy and your throat at the same time?”

“Mmm! Mmm!”

It was an unbelievable high Jessica was experiencing, being fucked from both angles, being used like their personal fucktoys. Higher and higher her climax climbed, until Parker reached down and started rubbing her clit.

“Go ahead and cum.”

Jessica all too readily obeyed Parker’s command, a tsunami of ecstasy washing over her body, the tension unleashing all at once as a torrent that sputtered all over Parker’s cock, his groin, his lower abdominal area and his legs.

It was only then that Irene let Jessica come back up for air, which Jessica gladly did so, accompany a big gulp of air. “Aah, fuck, I’m cumming so hard, oh my god…”

Irene scooted back, grabbing Jessica’s hands, which were previously planted on either side of her legs, and let Jessica plant her face on the space on the mattress between her legs. “Parker, holy fuck…” As she panted, Parker continued to pump his cock in and out of Jessica’s bruised and battered hole, letting her ride the rest of her orgasm out. Before he could give much consideration about his own orgasm, Irene had already pushed him off Jessica and mounted him.

“You didn’t cum yet, did you?”

“Uh, no…?”

Irene grinned. “Great. Give it to me.”

“Rene, that’s no fair~”

Parker stared, wide-eyed, at the shimmering pussy that was hovering centimeters above the erect cock Irene was holding up with her left hand. “You’re the one who’s no fair. You get to fuck this cock whenever you want, I only get today.”

“Yeah, you have a point…”

“Irene—” before Parker could say much more, Irene had already sat down, fully sheathing his cock inside her.

“Aaah, oh, oh my fuck…”

“Shit, shit, Irene—” Being brought so close to the edge already, the suddenness of Irene sitting down on him so close to climax was like another shove closer to the precipice.

“God, yes, fill me up Parker!” His hips started bucking against Irene naturally as she started riding him, hard.

“Damn it Irene—” Parker’s hands wrapped around Irene’s waist, but even then, he felt like he couldn’t keep up with the frantic, almost desperate bouncing from Irene. “—holy shit.”

“Come on, pump me full, paint my insides white!”

“Ah, Irene, here comes.” The second was no less electric than the first; Irene’s hot walls pulsated around his convulsing member as it shot strand after strand of the thick, white paint Irene so ardently sought, straight into the deepest parts of her womb.

“Yes, yes, oh my god—” Irene’s eyes fluttered shut, her back arching yet again, throwing her head back but not, for one second, slowing down. “—it’s so hot, so deep, yes, baby! Fill me up more!”

Despite Irene’s pleas, however, Parker’s orgasm could only last for so long, and when it faded, Irene slowed to a halt, collapsing onto his chest. Parker, himself exhausted, laid his head back on the mattress, noting to himself how he could barely feel Irene’s head as it rose and fell to the same rhythm of his panting.

“Hmm, that was so good, Parker.”

“Yeah, same.” The next few seconds consisted of silence, only broken by the panting sounds of the three parties in the bedroom. When Parker didn’t feel Irene start to get off him, but rather feel her legs tighten around his, he shifted his gaze down. “Uh…?”

“Do you mind?”

“Er, I guess not…?”

Irene craned her head upwards to plant a chaste, grateful kiss at his jawline before resting her head back onto his chest.

“By the way, Parker, she means staying like that for the rest of the night, not just for a little bit longer.”

“Hm?”

“Oh.” Irene looked back up at him. “Sorry, I thought you knew.”

“How—” Parker stopped himself. He should know better than to question a Jessica. “—never mind. But…”

“…do you mind?”

In the back of his mind, Parker thought about Tiffany—how they spent their first night, how Tiffany fell asleep in a similar position, on top of him, but not with him still inside. Was even something like this ok with her?

His thoughts were interrupted by Jessica, saying, “Oh, yep, that’s another great shot.”

“Wha—”

“Rene, you want this one too?”

Irene shifted her head over to see Jessica presenting a picture of Irene’s pussy lips, glistening and slightly reddened, being spread wide apart by Parker’s cock still wedged firmly between them, a few trickles of their mixed juices flowing out from their tight connection. “Ooh, yeah, I do.”

“Tiff’s gonna love that one.”

“Ooh,” Irene looked back up at Parker, giving him a teasing smirk, “looks like someone else likes that one too.”

“I really can’t do any more, just to let you know.”

Irene frowned but nodded. “Fine. But let’s move to your pillow.”

Parker agreed, only as he was moving realizing, “wait, I never said that if I minded or not.”

“Well, might as well let me, now that we’re at this point, right?”

“Er…” Parker stopped, sitting upright with his back towards his pillow, “…at what point?”

“Plus, your cum might get out if you pull out right now.”

“I don’t really know if that matters…” Parker stopped, seeing Irene continuing to smile at him, realizing he was getting nowhere. “…also, I mean, I probably can’t stay hard for the entire night.”

“I know. That’s ok, I can reinsert it in the middle of the night if I need to.”

“But, also, I mean, aren’t you going to be incredibly sore tomorrow morning?”

“Ooh, is that a threat?”

“No—” Parker sighed. Of course Irene—of course a Jessica would think like that. “—I mean, no matter how big or small I was, that would be the case. A vagina isn’t meant to keep a penis inside it for an entire night.”

“I’ll be fine. I’ve done it before, and I’m still here, aren’t I?”

There was no winning this. Of course, Parker could just lift Irene off him, but … or maybe, he couldn’t actually do that, with how Irene had wrapped her legs around his. “I mean, if you’re sure you’ll be fine, then, sure, I guess.”

“Yay! Thanks Parker!”

Parker first made sure to throw the covers over their bodies before laying down, Jessica right beside them. “Y’know, this is the second time I’ve slept beside you while my friend is sleeping on top of you.”

“Oh wow, Tiff also likes cockwarming?”

So this is called ‘cockwarming’, I guess.

“No, she just like, fell asleep, normally, on top of Parker.”

Irene nodded, a hint of disappointment in her face. “I see.” As Irene began snuggling up to Jessica, she said, “Thanks again for this, Jess.”

“It’s the least I could do.”

“Jess, I promise, you really don’t have to worry about that.”

Jessica sighed. “I know, I know you always say that, but you’re just too nice to … I don’t know.” After another brief silence, Jessica said, “I bet we just confused the hell out of Parker.”

Irene giggled. “Yeah, I bet.”

“Well, if you don’t wanna tell me, I mean, it’s your thing to say.”

Jessica looked over at Irene, who shrugged. “Sorry Parker, but I’m just going to leave it at that.”

Of course, Parker was curious, but he knew when he was overstepping his boundaries. “All good. Good night, you two.”

“Good night, Parker.”

The three of them fell asleep not too much later after that.

With this chapter, I'm all caught up to AFF. Apologies in advanced for slow updates ^_^"

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