9:23 PM

Sitting alone on your hotel bed on a drab weekday afternoon, your eyes are glued to your smartphone, yet not entirely focused. As your thumb flies left and right based on seemingly random impulse, you wonder about the next girl you’re going to score with.

Yes, you fancy yourself a world traveler, going to different countries to visit their famous landmarks, exploring their foods and becoming a man of culture. At least, that’s the image you give off on your social media accounts. But you have to be honest with yourself: You’re up to little more than banging chicks from around the world, and globetrotting is merely a pretext for seeing how many girls you can bag in the span of one journey.

Oh well. At least you’re able to sustain this lifestyle with your own resources. The bank and credit card companies aren’t complaining.

Just last month, you were wandering across Japan looking for good (or even just halfway decent) lays, and your search was very, very fruitful. The reputation of Japanese women as kink machines preceded them, and you found yourself bouncing off at least one wild ride a day, sometimes two if you were lucky.

And now, you’re in Seoul, at a very reasonably priced hotel room downtown where you called home for the past week. With your trusty T-app, so far you’ve been able to find four local girls in the past week to wet your dick. In your thus far limited experience, Korean women were prettier, but so much more vanilla in comparison to Japanese girls. Not that you’re complaining, of course - mediocre sex with a beautiful woman could be just as fulfilling as mindblowing sex with a plain jane.

You were still unconsciously swiping when you hear the telltale ping indicating that you found a match. “You and 색x토끼／(・ω・)＼tHiRsTyBuNnY have liked each other” displays itself prominently across your screen, accompanied by both of your profile pictures. You’re briefly thankful that your travels have produced such photogenic profile pics that have not failed to make ladies swipe right, before you take a peek at how odd your match’s picture looked.

She’s wearing a gray strapless dress, striking a pose that showed off her long legs and subtly curved figure. But as if to act coy - or worse, to hide a flawed face, she veiled most of her head with a matching cloth, revealing only her left eye. You shrug; at least her body was nice, and you weren’t a stranger to banging someone of lower-than-average looks. Pussy was pussy. And judging from her luscious pose and outfit, she really was cruising for some cock.

You move to start talking with your prospective lay, but then your phone rings, indicating that the app is sending you to voice. It seems that she made the first move, and rather quickly at that.

Picking up the call, you lift your phone to your ear. “Hello?” you respond.

A feminine voice inquires your identity, asking for your screen name.

“Yeah, that’s me,” you confirm with a smirk. “Are you tHiRsTyBuNnY?”

She then says something in Korean that you don’t understand, apparently asking a question. Completely unable to answer, you could only mutter, “Uhh…”

Getting the hint, she asks once again in English, “You speak Korean?”

“No, I don’t. Sorry.” Great. Hopefully that won’t dash your hopes of banging this hottie.

“Doesn’t matter. I picked you.” You’re somewhat relieved that the language barrier won’t be an issue, but you’re also taken aback at how direct she was.

She speaks with a noticeable accent, but you could tell that she’s pretty competent with the language you two have in common. “You know how many times I had to swipe left before I found a hot guy like you?”

Her admission that she combed through so many suitors before deciding you were the one was a tremendous boost to your ego, and you can’t help but smile. If nothing else, it made you feel special.

“That’s nice, but I’d like to know what my date looks like first.”

“Oh right, about that,” she says. “Gimme a moment.” There is a pause before your phone pings, informing you that tHiRsTyBuNnY has sent you a photo.

You take a glimpse, and then you can almost feel your eyes bugging out of your head.

Your date had given you another full-body photo, this time showing everything that had been obscured in her official pic. Her hand covered her left eye, revealing that the rest of her face was stunningly gorgeous. That same cloth that had covered her eye before had now covered her shoulders… and absolutely nothing else. A pair of pert breasts with rosy tips sat pretty on her chest, well complemented by her slim waistline with a perfectly flat belly. Her hips flared very gently outwards, and what lay between them was a sizable thigh gap that drew your attention to a pussy shaved bare. She bore the seductive expression of a vixen on her face, her eye half lidded and her full lips open, showing a bit of a tongue that wanted so desperately to lap at something.

But you can’t help but feel that face was familiar… where did you see it before?

You were not conscious of making a sound that revealed your approval, but if you did, she must have heard it.

“I knew you’d like it,” she stated matter-of-factly with a slight chuckle. “Listen up. I’m a very busy girl, and I only got tonight to get filled up with cock. You up to do this all night long?”

You like how this woman doesn’t waste time in getting exactly what she wants.

“Sure, girl. I can do it for as long as you want me to,” you tell her coyly, registering what she had just said as nothing more than an expression.

And then it hits you. You know exactly where you saw that face before. That same face was plastered all over ads and banners across what you've seen in South Korea, starting from your arrival at the airport. And that voice was the same one that opened tracks played on so many speakers across department stores, cafes, and taxis.

“Wait, aren’t you that girl from that big girl group? Nayeon, is it? From TWICE?”

Silence ensues.

After what seemed like an eternity, she finally speaks up with no small amount of displeasure. “Hey, good eye. Now keep it quiet, would ya?”

“Yes, of course,” you respond meekly and curtly. Yet at the apparent confirmation, you find yourself barely able to contain your composure. Is this true? Did a world-famous Korean pop idol just proposition you of all people for a booty call? No fucking way. You decide to prod a bit, just to see if this isn’t a dream.

“So why is a big time idol like you hitting up a guy like me on the T-app?” you ask.

“Well, I got lots of money, but so little time. I’m also horny as fuck. I’m hot. You’re hot. Do the math,” Nayeon answers, as if it were the most obvious fact in the world.

You nod. “Good point. I’m not gonna say no.”

“Plus,” she adds, “you’re foreign. I hoped that you didn’t know who I was, but at least you can’t cause me trouble in Korea.” Guess she can’t be too careless on an app used by thousands of lecherous locals.

Nayeon continues. “Listen, I get off at 9. Do you have a car?”

“Well, I’m just visiting Korea as a tourist-”

She interrupts you. “That’s fine. I’ll be driving straight from work, so I’ll pick you up. Where are you gonna be?”

Well, that made your efforts a lot easier. She's clearly so starved for sex that she's willing to do all the work. You tell her your location, and the rest of the call is spent making arrangements.

She wraps up, saying, "'Kay, I have to get ready for work now. I’ll see you later, boy. And don’t stand me up, okay?”

“Wouldn’t think the world for it! Bye!” You hang up the call, mind still blown from what had just transpired.

You look back to check out her nudie pic, but as a timed message, it had already vanished into the encrypted ether of the internet. Not wanting to leave a trail seemed consistent with the behavior of a celeb in search of sex with random people they find over hookup apps. Well, you think to yourself, even if she’s not real, at least she’s playing the part.

But if the center and face of Asia’s most popular girl group really wanted to bang you, then absolutely nothing else is worth your time. You clear your schedule of everything for the night, plus tomorrow just to be safe, and focus your attention on getting yourself ready and presentable for tonight’s encounter.

 

* * *

 

You were just putting the finishing touches on your appearance when your phone buzzes. Reaching over to check it, you see that your date has given you a text.

색x토끼／(・ω・)＼tHiRsTyBuNnY: I just got off work, omw. Give me a call💋

You don’t hesitate to dial her up. After no more than a single ring, she answers in the typical Korean greeting with which you have come to be so familiar from your trysts in the past week.

“Yubbo say-o?”

“Hey Nayeon? I got your text.”

She chuckles a bit. “Good. I knew you were still down to fuck.”

You cut straight to the chase. “How long are you gonna take?”

“I’m gonna be around fifteen minutes, okay?” she answers. “Wait for me outside. I’m driving the white Maserati.”

Pleasantly surprised by her choice of ride, you utter the only word that comes to mind. “Nice.”

“Thanks.” You swear you could hear her smugness. She continues, “I’m not gonna get off. You have to come in the car yourself.”

“Sure, I can do that,” you reply. It was an odd request, but understandable in light of her fame.

“Great. I’ll see ya soon, boy.” With that, she hangs up unceremoniously, leaving you with a growing stiffy from sheer anticipation. Taking a deep breath, you finish up your grooming and head downstairs to the lobby.

Not too long after, a telltale white luxury car rolls up to the front of your hotel. It catches your eye immediately, and you smile at the energy of opulence that it exudes. When it stops, the front window rolls down to reveal a petite woman in sunglasses and a black face mask at the wheel. She dips down her shades slightly, revealing a pair of large and round eyes. They scan up and down your body, and you can almost see her lick her lips behind her mask. “Me likey,” she proclaims.

You step forward with the intention to enter, but instead the backseat door opens to a heavy-set man in a black suit and sunglasses. If he had any intention to stop you, he didn’t even need to lay a single hand on you as you freeze in your tracks. He continues forward to close the gap and sends your heart racing. Unable to move in your state of shock, you can only guess as to what dreadful trap you have gotten yourself into. With unmoving expression, he gives you a routine yet thorough pat-down as the boner that you had built for the past quarter hour withers away into negative space. Even if you were bi, that man was not even remotely attractive enough to arouse you as he brushes past your intimate parts with blatant disregard.

After patting your inner thighs and finding nothing of note, the suit turns back to the car and nods to the driver, and the two exchange words in Korean. Then, preserving the same stoic expression, he turns aside and opens the front passenger seat, allowing you passage into the car’s crimson interior. You step in carefully, but as soon as you’re inside, you can’t close the door fast enough, startling your date with the strength of your slam. With your eyes glued forward, you could barely catch the security personnel waving in your peripheral vision. The window rolls up, and the car starts to roll away, leaving a growing and much appreciated distance between you and the guard.

She is the first to speak. “Scared you good, didn’t it?” she remarks, her words laced with mischief. You’re a little too upset to respond.

“Sorry about the security check. Been having problems with creeps and psychos in the past.” She giggles. You’re still a bit miffed at what she put you through, but you’re somewhat relieved that she hasn’t placed you in either of those categories.

You two start to make small talk to fill the silence and suppress any awkwardness. She asks you about what you’re doing in town, and you give the same spiel that you give all the girls that you bed in exotic locales. World traveler, man of culture. Smooth.

She doesn’t seem to be impressed, but admittedly she’s traveled to more places than you have. And probably laid a lot of guys there, too.

The lights of the Seoul cityscape surround you as Nayeon cruises down a busy road, her face still enshrouded by disguise.

“Lemme drive a bit further out. I think I can still smell a camera.” She hits a button on her dashboard, and immediately the car is filled with soft pop music.

You can’t complain about the smooth ride, or the dazzling view outside and inside the car, but you’d like to know just where you’re headed, and your driver hasn’t exactly been transparent. “Where are we going, anyway?” you ask, trying to hide your unease.

“Don’t worry about it,” she assures you. “I know some people, and they let me rent out this cool place in the middle of nowhere. Just sit back and relax.” She punctuates this by brushing your upper thigh, very gently yet so briefly, bringing your erection back from the dead.

A while later, once you’ve pulled onto a highway and the city lights wind past, growing more distant, Nayeon relieves herself of her face coverings. Her shades come off first, followed shortly by her mask, as she places them carefully in a center compartment. Smiling, she looks straight at you briefly before returning her eyes to the road. “I think we’re in the clear now.”

It only hits you just now that you’re sitting in the car of Im Nayeon, international superstar, the cutie-pie hottie emblematic member of TWICE, and the object of desire for guys - and a growing number of girls - all across the world. Her trademark wide eyes had pierced yours for a fraction of a second, accompanied by equally distinctive pillowy lips drawn into a little smile framed by well-styled chest-length dark hair. Not afraid to flaunt her wealth and style, her features are ornamented with a pair of gaudy giant pendant earrings and a string of pearls across her neck. She’s wearing a frilly top that exposes her shoulders, not to mention an ample amount of cleavage, and a lacy black short skirt completes her outfit.

She looks absolutely gorgeous, and yes, short of a freak disaster, you’ll be balls-deep in her soon.

An otherwise unremarkable ditty finishes playing on the stereo, and then a light R&B beat cues up as another international pop star sings sensually.

You might think I'm crazy The way I've been cravin' If I put it quite plainly Just gimme them babies

Beneath the music, you hear Nayeon gasp. Peering over, you see her squirming in her seat, her iconic rabbit teeth biting her lip ever so slightly as she struggles to keep her foot on the pedal. Raising your eyebrow, you keep your eyes glued to her, gauging her reaction.

Can you stay up all night? Fuck me 'til the daylight Thirty-four, thirty-five

And then, as the chorus to that song plays, Nayeon unleashes the lewdest face that you’ve ever seen any woman give while driving. Her eyelids grow heavy, and she tilts her head up as she splays out her fat tongue. Her breathing has become labored, and her thighs are desperately trying to squeeze each other to get any relief.

At that moment, you see a number of illusions break down and give way to raw truth. Though you were sitting in a pricey Italian import that probably cost more than all your plane tickets combined, with the way she’s acting at this point, it might as well be a budget Kia. And what’s more, not too long ago, she might have even played up the innocent cutesy image, painstakingly crafted by her label. But now there’s no use hiding it anymore: She’s a woman in the prime of her sexual years, with needs and desires typical for someone of her age, and she is so very parched - just like any other girl who sought you through the app. No amount of slick PR or material wealth could change that fact, revealed to you in its entirety in front of your very eyes.

That’s when you realize: she might be the one behind the wheel, but you are the one in control.

“Hawrr…” she sighs, in what you presume to be the Korean version of “ugh”. “This fucking song again…”

As you fully expected, Nayeon takes one hand off the steering wheel and places it between her legs in an attempt to release some tension. No, not this time - that’s your job.

“Hey,” you call out to her in a half whisper, “eyes on the road, hands on the wheel. Let me take care of that for you.”

“What?” She gets startled, but returns her hand to a safe place on the wheel out of reflex.

Straining against your seatbelt, you turn your shoulders towards her and lean slightly forward for a bit of freedom. You reach your left hand over the red leather of the center armrest and gently grope at her right breast, feeling around for her nipple. Even through her shirt and bra, you could feel that her tit was firm and supple, yet soft and pleasant to the touch. Your fingers find its target, which threatened to poke through the cup of her bra. You give her nipple a feather touch, and she lets out the softest of moans through pursed lips.

“Mmmph…”

At that, you leave her boob with only that mere tease, brushing your hand down past her hip to a place she would probably like more. But you don’t go straight for the kill just yet. Instead, you start at the hem of her skirt mid-thigh, eliciting a heavier moan from the Korean girl the instant you touch bare skin. You linger there for a bit, acting as if you didn’t know how to proceed, until Nayeon adjusts her legs to allow you better access.

Not one to disappoint her, at least not too much, you gradually advance upward under the black lace, taking in how toned and slender her thigh was. You give silent thanks to idol training as your fingers march torturously to Nayeon’s heat, where thousands dreamed of being but few have actually reached.

She doesn’t know whether to tell you to stop or keep going, so you make that decision for her. Your hand finally finds its target, finding no panties to get in the way. When your hand makes contact with her core, she involuntarily twitches and gasps. Her pussy is already saturated with her juices, feeling delightfully warm and slick on your fingertips. Right underneath, a wet spot has pooled on her skirt, undoubtedly despoiling the ruby leather trim.

You start caressing her from right underneath her pussy, tracing her plump outer lips on both sides upwards, going past her entrance and her clit to rest on her bald and puffy mound. You rub that piece of flesh, tugging on her nub indirectly but never touching it. Nayeon shifts her hips upward to move her sensitive little bud towards your fingers, but you dodge deftly, following her movement and keeping your hand firmly on her mound. Her response is a needy, drawn out squeal

“Cut it out…” she whines desperately. Your smirk grows.

“Really? Okay.” You remove your hand from her loins altogether. She tries to prevent you from leaving by clamping her legs shut, but you’ve already withdrawn.

“What the fuck…” she whimpers in protest.

Making sure she at least sees you through her peripheral vision, you make a show of licking your fingers, tasting her nectar and giving her naughty eyes. Her flavor is heady and sweet, with just a hint of tartness - absolutely heavenly.

Nayeon pretends not to see you, but her pout betrays her true feelings.

“Okay, I’ll stop playing now,” you lie. You’re not going to mess around with her… too much. It’s just so fun to watch her struggle for want of an orgasm.

You return your hand to Nayeon’s lap, quivering from being toyed with and denied. Then, in one smooth motion, you hike up her skirt to expose her entire lower regions. The scent of her arousal is released from its lacy trap, wafting through the car’s interior and suffusing your nostrils with its spice.

Your fingers return to exactly where Nayeon wanted them, earning a raspy moan of approval from her. This time, you don’t hesitate to move, softly pinching her inner labia up and down, occasionally briefly touching down to just the sides of her clit. Her pelvis starts moving in response, while she gasps and groans at finally getting the stimulation she wanted.

“Oh yes… that feels good… don’t stop…” She’s gradually losing herself to pleasure as your hand continues its dance on her womanhood.

While your fingers play with her sopping pussy, the music player changes to a harder, more driven beat. The Korean lyrics escape you, but suddenly English lyrics reach your ears, intoned in deep sultry voices by whom you presume to be Nayeon’s groupmates.

Love me love me now Love me love me good Don't need nobody else when it feels this good Ain't nobody around, do it like you should Do it do it do it do it Yeah you make me go

You take that instruction to heart. With your fingertip, you give Nayeon’s love button a few light taps, eliciting groans of enjoyment as she shifts her hips for better access. Your fingertip continues to flutter against her clit, and fervid mewls escape her lips while her hands grip onto the steering wheel for dear life.

You decide that this is a good point to switch focus and take your attention off her clit. You extend your pinky down to her entrance, playing around the edge, pushing lightly without going in. She tries to maneuver to get your bigger fingers inside her, but you dexterously keep up your game with your pinky, letting out a devilish chuckle as you did so. Then, without warning, you insert your little finger into her passage up to the first knuckle, allowing her tight warmth to embrace your fingertip, and push towards her mound. Nayeon yelps and extends her legs in pleasure, pushing the pedal right to the floor. The Maserati’s abrupt acceleration pushed your entire finger inside, allowing your digit to be entirely surrounded and gripped tightly by her slippery heat. After some light yet prolonged pumping, just as suddenly as you put it inside her, you take your finger out, allowing the pop star to relax a bit, before starting to tease her clit again.

The song passes you by with another chorus, with you remaining too busy pleasuring Nayeon to pay any attention to its structure. But then her own voice emerges on the track, rhythmically chanting those same English lines you heard before in a throaty and wanton tone that demanded erotic rapture.

Love me love me now Love me love me good Don't need nobody else when it feels this good Ain't nobody around, do it like you should Do it do it do it do it Yeah you make me go

As the Nayeon of the recording semi-raps, the girl who provided that voice is right in front of you, turning into a bothered mess under your ministrations. She lets out a series of frustrated moans as your fingers encircle her lower lips, and her cries mix in with her recorded words in a lurid symphony of desire. She’s rolling her eyes feverishly, expending her entire effort to keep them open and on the road, her face flushed with a pink hue of agitation. Her tongue is out again, and she’s panting like a dog to match.

She seems to be getting really close.

You lean close to her ear, and, as if to exhort her over the edge, you whisper, “Do you like that? Does it feel good?”

Nayeon nods frantically. “Ngh… yes…”

“Well, too bad.” You take your hand back suddenly and swiftly, causing Nayeon to squeal in dismay. You then lick your fingers clean of her juices, obnoxiously slurping to let her know just how delicious she tastes.

“What are you doing…” Nayeon whines, still in a lustful trance.

You slap her playfully on her shoulder, knocking her out of reverie. Yelping in shock, her eyes open wide and she jumps to an upright position. “Eyes on the road,” you admonish her, pointing straight ahead. “Let’s get us there in one piece, okay?” She gives the cutest pout of disapproval, and you can't resist laughing at it all.

The song under which you got Nayeon so bothered gives way to an unremarkable pop ditty; as it ends, so too does the TWICE center calm down and regain her senses.

After a brief silence from her, she opens, “You liked that song?”

“It was pretty nice,” you shrug, but you knew that her moans made the tune a thousand times more enjoyable.

She giggles and pokes your chin.“You know I wrote that, right?” She bears a self-satisfied smile, shamelessly fishing for your approval.

You try earnestly to give her an answer she wants to hear. “Really? Well, I think you did a great job.” Wow, you think; that doesn't surprise you at all, that such a racy song was written by someone packing as much sexual frustration as her.

“Aww, thank you!” Nayeon beams at your sincere-sounding compliment, and reaches over to give your thigh a little rub. She then brushes up the bulge in your pants for a moment. When her hands make contact with your cock over your clothes, you feel pleasure shooting upward, causing you to twitch just a tinge. You would like her to continue, but she returns her hand to the wheel, just like the safe driver you told her she should be. That was no doubt a little act of revenge for what you had done to her not too long ago, and the tight-lipped smirk on her face all but confirms it.

Not even a minute later, Nayeon speaks up again. “Shit, all I had for the past month was fingers. You wanna know how much I’ve been wanting some real cock?”

Before you can open your mouth, she answers for you. “I was about to pull over and we could’ve started by now.” She lowers her voice. “That’s how much.”

You chuckle. “Ha. What makes you think I was gonna fuck you then?” You don’t even make the slightest effort to hide the fact that you totally would have taken her to town in the backseat had she pulled over.

Nayeon laughs, seeing right through your obvious bluff. “Well, because I’m beautiful and sexy and horny, and you can’t wait to pump my tight wet pussy?”

It’s hard to argue with that ironclad logic.

“So how much longer until we’re gonna actually do it?” you ask, unsure if you could maintain your cool for another minute.

“We’re almost there,” she replies, her voice uncharacteristically calm for someone who had been an aroused mess not long ago, betrayed by only a bit of waver. “Just sit tight for a little longer.”

She then lifts a finger at you. “Until then, try not to mess up my driving, okay?”

“Uh-huh.” You nod, knowing full well that she wants to get off as much as you do. What's a little wait for safety’s sake?

Nayeon exits the highway onto a sparsely lit road, and civilization becomes more remote. You have little recourse but to listen to her advice and stay patient. It really won’t be long until you’re banging her brains out.

You can barely hear her mutter under her breath, “Wait now, and then you’re gonna give it to me all night long.”

00:23

It has gotten darker, and Nayeon is relying more on her headlights to navigate the wooded road.

The wait has not been long in real time, but being constantly aroused and having no outlet made the trip longer and more torturous.

Eventually, the trees give way to a clearing, and the silhouette of a two-story villa approaches your sight.

Nayeon mutters something in Korean under her breath, then announces with a smile, “We’re finally here.”

She pulls up to a gravel path, tripping the house lights’ motion detector and illuminating the building’s façade. It’s rather unassuming, resembling a drab gray cube with windows.

The Maserati rolls to a stop, and its owner shoots you a brief tempting look before turning it off. Both of you unceremoniously exit, and with a slam and a chirp, the car is abandoned for the night.

You join Nayeon at the front door, and she brings you close by caressing your back. She motions towards a keypad next to the door and enters a series of numbers. You hear a whirr and a click, indicating the pop star’s success, and she opens up the door and leads you into what is to be your sex den for the rest of the night.

She flips a nearby switch and closes the door shut, and what appears before you is very impressive. Tidily arranged and cleaned, you see a hallway leading to stairs straight ahead, where you assume that all the action is going to happen. Flanking the hall are a modest kitchen and a well-decorated living room, adorned with sofas and couches surrounding a shag carpet, and views of the outdoors are opened with windows on two sides.

Before you could verbalize your approval of the house, Nayeon pulls you down into a hungry kiss. The initial shock is but milliseconds long, but you quickly give into your mouth being captured by her pillowy lips, shifting your hand to the nape of her neck in return. Your tongues duel in a passionate dance, radiating a crescendoing heat down to your nether regions, and your impulse is to grind against her, still fully clothed.

Nayeon breaks away and gasps for air. In a breathy and ragged voice, she looks straight into your eyes and tells you, “Let’s not wait anymore.”

Hesitation is no longer an option. Your hands go to her hips to divest her of her floral top, lifting it off her as your hands travel up her sides. Her skin is silky underneath your palms, misted with a thin sheen of sweat. Her upper half is revealed to be just as tantalizing as her picture promised, perfectly slender and creamy, now covered only by a clear strapped black bra that makes a cleavage that you just want to dive into.

But just as you’re unhooking that final obstacle between you and her breasts, Nayeon crouches down until she’s at eye level with your crotch. With expert dexterity, she undoes your pants and pulls it straight down along with your underwear, freeing your rock-hard penis from its cotton prison. You look down at the TWICE center, and she’s grinning widely at her first glimpse of dick in probably weeks or months. After admiring it with her eyes, she wastes no time to wrap her hand around your length, delighting in its girth. Your cock twitches when she makes contact with her tender digits, and when she starts pumping, you can almost feel your legs turn to jelly.

Nayeon leans forward and takes your cockhead into her mouth, savoring your taste with her tongue swirling around it. She then withdraws to lick up and down your shaft, her hand moving away to play with your balls. When your throbbing cock is sufficiently slicked up, she returns to her original position and inserts it into her mouth once more, but deeper this time, her soft lips creating a suction as her hand jacks off in sync.

You somehow regain your balance as your legs stiffen up with the Korean girl’s expert blowjob, but she had clearly been holding back. Nayeon starts to bob back and forth, taking more of your length into her mouth and using less of her fist. As she facefucks herself ravenously on your cock, she begins to gag as you go deeper into her throat.

Before she is able to take your cock fully to the hilt, Nayeon slips off and stands up. The look on her face is a portrait of deep sexual hunger, and she beckons you with only these few words:

“Come and eat me.”

She leads you down the few steps to the living area, flinging off the bra that you had already loosened for her and throwing it in no direction in particular. You follow her wordless instruction, seemingly having forgotten that your pants were still around your ankles. Before you can reach the couch, where you assumed the next act will take place, you almost trip over yourself, but the TWICE lead dancer’s mercurial reflexes save you from a catastrophic fall.

Nayeon giggles at your faux pas, and you wonder just who is actually in control here. “Come on, let’s just do it right here,” she directs, and you oblige, following her lead as she lowers you to the ground by your hand. You land on the soft shag carpet, which you have absolutely no complaints about. The now topless singer kneels and meets your crotch again, and a gentle push against your chest gives you exactly the idea that she’s aiming for. You lie down and ready yourself to accept her butt in your face, and she lifts her skirt from behind and straddles your head, unfurling a delectable view of her lower body.

Before your eyes is a pair of toned thighs and tight buttcheeks, which you don’t hesitate to palm and grope. But the treasure that lay between them was even more enticing; you had already seen and felt her bald pussy in the dimness of her car, but having it in front of your face in full light is an experience on another level entirely. Plump outer lips embrace glistening pink inner labia, and above them her cute little rosebud winks at you. Her opening is dripping with her juices, emanating her unique aroma of desire that threatens to overpower you into an animalistic frenzy. It entices you to enter; you follow its wordless command and insert your forefinger, drawing out a satisfied moan from Nayeon as you explore her slick depths.

Her reply is to engulf your manhood once more and resume what she had interrupted earlier. The feel of her tongue flicking the ridge of your cockhead is exquisite, driving your hunger for a taste of this little minx.

You extricate your finger from Nayeon’s tight inner grip, and her pussy appears to pout in disappointment as she pushes her butt back towards you. Her suckling becomes more frustrated, as if to egg you on to go harder on her.

Despite the wet warmth of her mouth lighting a fire in your loins and threatening to unravel you, you’re lucid enough to realize you can take the upper hand again.

You respond to her wordless plea by not entreating her the way she would like. Instead, you place your thumb on her clit and rub up and down its length. The singer responds well to your move nonetheless, and she lets you know with a high-pitched moan straight into your penis. You continue to rub her pleasure button, varying the pressure as you see fit, and letting the vibrations on your cock be the feedback on your performance. Nayeon's hands aren't passive either, jerking your shaft and tickling your balls deliberately but not roughly.

Nayeon continues to grind on your thumb, pushing ever closer to your face; you take the hint. Leaning forward, you replace your thumb with the tip of your tongue, darting rapidly against her clit. Her resulting rapidfire yipping feels amazing on your cock, and as more juices leak from her, you enthusiastically lap them up straight from the source.

The Korean beauty releases your manhood and surfaces for air. She takes this opportunity to let you know how much she's enjoying your feast.

“Ahh… yes… more! Just like that! That feels so good!” she pleads, before swallowing your length again.

You jam two fingers into Nayeon's sopping tight cunt while you continue to lick her clit, and her feverish moans and convulsions let you know that you're on the right track. Just then, she slows down her bobbing to a crawl, and you feel two incisors just barely graze the sweet spot on the underside of your cockhead—not nearly enough to cause pain, but just the right amount to shoot unbelievable amounts of stimulation up your spine.

You don't know whether her move was on purpose or not, but it drives you wild. Your crotch tightens up and your head is thrown back from sheer uncontrollable pleasure.

“I- I'm gonna cum!” you announce loudly, panting.

Nayeon lifts herself off your cock and starts jacking you furiously to finish you right off, aiming your manhood at her neck. In seconds, she brings you tumbling over the edge, making you release ragged cries of ecstasy. In intense pulses, you unleash your semen all over her upper body, shooting in intense bursts that eventually decrease to little spurts on her hand.

While you catch your breath, your date gets up and turns to face you, showing off your handiwork. Your cum has landed on her neck and clavicles in strung-together droplets, slowly making their descent towards her perky breasts. One drop even landed on her chin, right next to the sexy mouth that had just brought you to your peak.

Nayeon flashes you a playful smile, showing off her trademark bunny teeth, while hooking her finger around her necklace, which you realize she never took off all through her blowjob, and giving it a jingle.

“Look… they match.”

She then proceeds to wipe her chest with a finger, taking each of her “pearls” into her mouth. Just like that, her expression transforms from childlike to foxy, licking your seed off her finger and smacking her lips as she swallows.

“Damn…” You are at a complete loss for words beyond that one.

The TWICE center arises and discards the remnants of her clothing and jewelry before beckoning you to follow. “I didn't cum yet,” she wistfully remarks. “Let’s get to a more comfortable place…”

You know exactly what's about to happen, so you fumble out of your clothes, grabbing your wallet in the process. You fish out the first of several condom packets that a serial punter like you always keeps in reserve, but Nayeon snatches it right from between your fingers and tosses it out of sight.

“Oh no, you won’t be needing that tonight,” the K-pop star chastises. “By the time the sun comes up, I wanna be dripping with your cum.”

The journey up the stairs and into the master bedroom is mercifully quick. Nayeon flips another switch to reveal a chamber that was surely designed and adorned for a good sexual romp. Repeating the same moves she had at the front door, she pulls you into another makeout session, this one more frenzied and wanting. While hungrily tonguing you, she gives your dick a few little tugs, pressing her breasts tight against you, her stiff nipples caressing your chest. And just like that, you grow to full mast again. Your hands roam up and down the starlet’s now completely bare body, feeling for yourself the skin and curves that have driven so many men and boys wild onstage.

Knowing that you’re hard for sure, Nayeon doesn’t hesitate to break for the bed at the center of this room and get into position. She lies down at the edge of the bed, legs hanging and splayed outwards. You admire the portrait of lust laid out before you, with its nude subject putting her goods on full display, gesturing you to come hither with her eyelids half open and her mouth agape, tongue out.

“Come on. Rail me. Fuck me until I can’t walk.”

Despite her extremely enticing demeanor suffusing her words and pose, you’re a lot calmer and more collected, having just cum minutes ago. You decide it wouldn’t be a bad idea to toy with her once more.

You approach the Korean woman at the bed, trying to hide a mischievous smirk, and you aim your cock at her dripping entrance. But just as she thinks you’re going to go inside and fulfill her desire, you redirect your cock off and to the side of her pussy, rubbing around her folds and going everywhere except where she wants it. Nayeon whines, her hips squirming to get herself re-aligned. You move along with her, “missing” the target again and again, until you give her just a little tease by rubbing your shaft against her bud. Nayeon lets off a groan between clenched teeth, mixing momentary pleasure with building frustration.

Your sexes tango a few more times, the feminine in the lead and the masculine following, until at last you press your cockhead against her opening. Nayeon reacts to the initial stretch of penetration with a pleased moan, but when she tries to push onto you, you pull back, never allowing yourself to be inside her beyond an inch. At this point, Nayeon is absolutely seething, unable to produce coherent words, and you delight in her helpless writhing.

Yet you want to get laid just as much as she does, so all that fun must come to an end. Primed to make a full entry, you grab a hold of Nayeon’s thighs and thrust forward, filling her completely in one stroke.

Her reaction was intense and immediate. Right upon your cock touching her depths, she climaxes hard, having been built up, denied, and built up again for so long. She lets forth an unbridled and prolonged cry of pleasure, her legs clamping around your ass and refusing to allow you to leave, her hot and slippery sheath convulsing and squeezing around your length.

It takes your entire effort not to follow her over the precipice. You tighten up, enduring through her orgasm that threatens to force you to spill into her.

Nayeon pulses and moans a few more times before relaxing, but it’s clear to the both of you that this is just the beginning. “Keep going…” she breathily begs, her gorgeous eyes looking into your own. “Don’t stop.”

The time for teasing games is over. You are rock hard and balls deep inside a sexy young woman who just happens to be a widely adored pop idol, and you definitely intend to fuck her inside-out.

You withdraw until just your head is inside Nayeon’s tight passage, which clings to your shaft as it tries to prevent you from exiting, before pushing right back in. She gasps and moans, restarting her trajectory to another orgasm.

You build up a steady rhythm, and Nayeon matches you thrust for thrust. Her moans become more agitated, interspersed with random Korean vulgarities.

“Harder!” she cries, the first English word that she could muster.

You lean forward and, putting your arms on the bed for leverage, you do exactly as she says. As you pound into her with more strength, you bend down and start to suck on one of Nayeon’s nipples, grabbing a hold of her other breast and rolling its peak between your fingers.

The girl beneath you moans her approval. “Ahh, you’re so fucking good!”

Her moans are the perfect accompaniment to the sound of your coupling, obscene sloshing from your shaft dipping in and out of her soaked pussy. After some more thrusts that drive her wild, you roll over, still joined together, so that your positions are reversed, allowing her to take the reins. She does so with gusto, sitting up and riding you for all you’re worth.

The way the big sister of the nation’s girl group moves on your cock is a hypnotizing sight that looks as hot as it feels; you watch your manhood disappear between her cuntlips and re-emerge as she bounces fervently on your loins like a trampoline, her tits jumping in sync with the beat made by her ass slapping against your hips. Her eyes are shut, lost completely in the pleasure she was taking from your shaft, and as you expected, her thick tongue is lasciviously stuck out, as she pants and moans from exerting on your cock with remarkably athletic stamina.

You reach forward and thumb Nayeon’s clit, and she shrieks in delight, almost breaking her rhythm. Her pussy constricts around your shaft, ramping up the friction and intensifying the sensations between the both of you.

Nayeon leans forward to catch you in a wanton kiss, mashing her tongue against yours while she continues to grind away at your pubis. The two of you suck on each other’s lips for a little longer, until the Korean beauty pulls back to catch her breath.

“I’m almost there…” she pants. “Fuck me hard and make me cum hard.”

She twists her body to the center of the bed, coaxing you to follow her into exactly the position she wants to finish in. Riding atop her once again, you give her all you’ve got, pistoning furiously in and out of her hole as she screams out her lust, cursing incoherently in her native language as she wraps her limbs around your torso and holds you close. Knowing that Nayeon is losing herself under your efforts brings you ever closer to your own peak.

You bury your chin in the crook of Nayeon’s neck, your arms struggling to brace themselves on the bed.  “I’m gonna cum…” you shakily moan past her ear, not letting up on your thrusts.

“Ah- ahn- Inside!” she begs, having just enough control to blurt out a word that both of you could understand.

Several more hard and broad strokes are all it takes for you to hit your own zenith. You give one final push into her deepest reaches before blissful contractions overtake you, pumping your cream into the starlet’s pussy until it overflows. Your twitching cock and the heat of your cum set off Nayeon’s second orgasm of the night, and she unleashes a long and loud wail as she grips onto you for dear life. Her cunt pulsates and milks you for every drop of your semen, and you are unable to perceive anything beyond the involuntary waves of pleasure overwhelming the place of your juncture.

As you two gradually descend from your mutual high, you collapse to Nayeon’s side, pulling your softening penis out of her with an unceremonious pop. Still gasping for oxygen, you lie supine on the bed, readying yourself to cuddle and fall asleep with this amazing celeb. That’s when she interrupts your trance, sitting up on her knees next to you, both of your juices leaking out of her hole onto the sheets.

“Not so fast,” she admonishes. “It’s still too early in the night.”

“W- what?” you stammer, completely caught off guard.

“I didn’t take you all the way out here just so you can fuck me once and go to sleep, you know.” Her tone is very insistent, compelling you to sit up as to prevent yourself from falling to slumber.

“That wasn’t enough for you?!” you gripe, full of exasperation. Having cum twice under the span of an hour, you are pretty sure that you don’t have the load for even one more round.

Nayeon claps her hand on your chest, leaving a stinging red mark on your pectoral. “Oh come on. I’ve been with guys that can last longer than that. How can you fuck me all night long if you’re already tired?”

“Wait - you meant that literally?” Your eyes and mouth become circles; this girl is full of surprises, and you’re not sure that all of them are welcome.

She shrugs, paying no heed to your shock. “If I wanted to have sex for just an hour, I could just book a random love hotel closer to the city.”

She continues to lecture you. “No, I rented this house for a whole night because this is the only free time I have before I need to go back to work.

“And,” she says as she reaches down your body, “I want to spend most of it filled with cock.” She strokes your limp dick a few times, but it refuses to stir.

“Do you see now?” you retort, the evidence of your fatigue demonstrated beneath her fingers.

“Aww, looks like he needs a break,” Nayeon coos, petting it a few more times. “Don’t worry, we’ll take one. But don’t fall asleep, okay?” She brings a finger to your lip to punctuate that request, before shooting you another question. “Hey, did you eat yet?”

You laugh. “Well, usually I have a fancy dinner date before I sleep with someone, but you didn’t exactly give me that opportunity.”

She laughs along with you. “So let’s have one now. Come to the kitchen with me. It's always got some stuff lying around.” The smile she flashes masks an insistent tone that you aren’t going to disobey anytime soon. Not when there’s a whole night of debauchery ahead of you.

Nayeon wipes off the remains of your spending from between her thighs with some tissues from the bed stand, then takes a hold of your hand and steps off the bed, dragging you with her. You eagerly follow her out the bedchamber, welcoming the chance for a brief interlude that will surely be followed by more intense rutting.

6:23 AM

This isn’t your typical dinner date.

For one, instant noodles are usually not on the menu.

And they normally don’t take place at midnight, with both parties completely naked, after intense sex.

Yet here you are, with the star center of South Korea’s top girl group sitting nude astride you, with your own bowl of spicy ramyun, not long after you had fucked her to two rocking orgasms.

The eldest of TWICE had prepared all that lay before you with the aid of a kettle, save for the local brand of energy drink sitting next to your bowl.

Nayeon slurps up a bunch of noodles before washing it down with a swig of hot coffee. She turns to you, chopsticks in hand, and smiles.

“So, between all the girls from Thailand to Japan that you fucked, am I the tightest?”

She was angling for compliments again, so you already knew the right answer.

“I can say that you’re the tightest girl I’ve ever fucked who’s also super famous.” Smooth. But it was backed by truth. Nayeon was snug and firm around your dick, and even tighter as she neared the throes of climax. That’s to be expected from a woman who has sex so infrequently, yet is so well-practiced at it.

Nayeon’s self-satisfied grin tells you that she received the praise well.

The two of you had been filling the silence over your meal by chatting about your sexual histories. You found out more about the pop star’s kinks and preferences than most men could only rampantly speculate about.

You chug the last bit of the fiery broth and slam the empty bowl on the table. Your date looks at you with a sly smile, as if she’s hiding something.

That’s when you notice that you’re feeling a lot more than the effects of caffeine. The expected buzz is there, but you’re feeling just a tad flushed. Then your crotch feels more relaxed, as if a blockage had just been freed.

Nayeon appears to notice your fluster. “Hey, are you okay there?” she asks, with just a hint of devilry.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you assure, “it’s just the heat from the ramen.” It was a convenient explanation, but you know that it can’t be just that. For one, hot peppers never made you this… excited.

Then you see a pill jar poking out of her handbag, which had been hanging off her chair wide open. Raising an eyebrow, you point at the curious object.

“Hey Nayeon… what’s that?” you ask with trepidation.

Nayeon’s smirk opens to a toothy smile as she takes the container and puts it on the table with a wink. The jar hits the surface with a rattle, enticing you to open it up and find out what lies within. When you pop open the cap, you are greeted with the sight of little blue pills renowned for saving sex lives across the planet. You’re perplexed at just how a young woman in her mid-twenties was able to obtain pills normally bought by middle-aged men.

“How did you-”

“I have my ways.” You can see that she’s failing to suppress a chuckle.

“Okay… am I supposed to take one now?”

“Well, the doctor says that you aren’t supposed to take too much at a time.”

“But I haven’t had even one…” Your voice trails off as things start to mesh together. You take a look back at your drink, but you had opened the can at the table and it was in your eyesight the entire time. You shift your focus towards your empty bowl, but find nothing out of the ordinary. Yet it was obvious to anyone that something was up.

You glare back at your date and accuse her. “Nayeon, what did you do?”

She continues to feign innocence, albeit rather poorly. “I don’t know. Maybe I crushed a pill into powder and mixed it into your ramyun, maybe I didn’t.” Her bunny teeth continue to taunt you.

You’re left staring at her, eyes and mouth wide open. It’s not as if she had poisoned you, and you’re not complaining about the effects of the drug. But getting the rug pulled from beneath you like that wasn’t the most pleasant feeling.

You’re even more bewildered as to why you didn’t notice anything odd about the soup before. Apparently, the heat of the peppers had provided the perfect cover.

You’ll have to find a way to get back at her for this.

Nayeon arises from her seat, mug in hand. “I’m gonna get some water,” she announces dryly, walking past you. Your eyes remain glued to her figure as she saunters over to the counter where the water kettle sits. Midway on her trip, she looks back at you over her shoulder, her backside still facing you, shooting a seductive expression out the corner of her eyes.

“Anytime you’re ready,” she intones, her voice turned husky with the intent to amp up your desire for her.

The combination of her words and the view set you ablaze. The lead dancer was just as stunning from behind as she was from the front, modest hips framing a fully filled-out bottom, paired perfectly with toned haunches. Even as she continues over to the kettle, that image is etched into your mind. You feel your cock respond quickly, snapping back to its full hardness in a matter of seconds without any need to be assisted by touch.

The blue pill has begun to work its magic.

Nayeon pours some cooling water into her mug and takes a gulp. As she does so, she leans over on the stone surface, jutting her ass out and emphasizing its prominent round shape. Her pussy remains unfortunately out of view, though if you were right behind her, it would undoubtedly appear as if she were animalistically presenting her heat to you, begging to be mated.

That must be it. It looks like you have found your chance for revenge.

You stand up and follow the pop star to her place while she’s preoccupied with hydrating herself. She notices you approaching, and gives you a sly smile, not minding at all that you joined her. You give her a light caress from her shoulders down to the small of her back, and she sighs in appreciation. Your hands continue down to her butt, rounding out her cheeks before settling your fingers on the creases between her thighs and pussy. She gyrates in search of more stimulation, an erotic sight that threatens to undo the composure you had gathered for the stunt you’re trying to pull. No, not this time.

Your hips near hers, and your tip lands right where her crack begins, prompting a giggle of aroused amusement from the Korean beauty. Relocating your hands to her slender waist, you drag your cock down her crack, past her tightly pinched rosebud and moistening lips, stopping right where your hand once was, as if to miss the intended target.

You hear Nayeon quietly laughing off that “mistake”, then she pushes back and adjusts herself so that your sexes align. You entreat her and thrust forward… past her entrance altogether. Your cock pokes right between her thighs, the top of your shaft dragging against her clit. You frot against her increasingly sloshing pussy a few times, making her wordlessly beg with moans and whimpers.

“Mmmph… I need it inside…” she pleads, as your length rubs against her most sensitive nub.

You grab onto her shoulders and bend over, your chest and core making full contact with her smooth and warm back. Your chin nuzzles gently against her neck, your lips feathering her earlobe, which has turned crimson under your ministrations. With a few blows, alternating hot and cold, you finally let out your first words in a breathy half-whisper.

“Isn’t this what you wanted? For me to last all night?” You adjust your angle so that your cock points downwards, only its root touching her hole.

Nayeon whines and seethes, none too happy that she has fallen into your trap once more.

“Well, I’m not gonna last long if I go so fast.”

“Stop that and fuck me already!” Her tone is ragged, patience running rapidly thin.

You give her the simplest answer that you can give a woman desperate for cock inside her.

“No.”

“Nngh!” She grunts in frustration, before finally reaching beneath herself and quite literally taking things into her own hands. She grabs your shaft and jams the tip into her hot and sopping entrance, holding tight and daring you to withdraw.

You don’t.

Instead, you thrust all the way into her passage without even allowing her to brace herself, her hips hitting the counter’s edge. You slip past the entrance to her womb and hit the terminal depths of her cunt, your hilt slapping right against her ass. Nayeon screams with shock at being stretched out so suddenly, clenching tightly on your manhood.

“AAAHHHH! So big… so deep!!”

You don’t know whether it was the position or the pill, but you’re definitely feeling on the bigger side. The fact that she’s squeezing tight while you’re buried inside her as far as you can possibly be, far deeper than ever before, reinforces that perception, driving your male ego to newfound heights.

You remain still, allowing her to adjust to your thickness. Panting heavily, Nayeon gradually relaxes and regains enough faculty to become aware of the situation, releasing her white-knuckled grip on her mug and shoving it out of the way. She starts to move her butt again, cuing you to pull back and start fucking her with regularity. You start off at a decent pace, and she matches your rhythm quickly.

As you pump Nayeon with deep strokes, she unleashes loud moans that escalate into powerful screams. To mix things up, you pull back towards her entrance to bombard her with quick and shallow thrusts. At the same time, you reach around her body, one hand grabbing her breast and the other grabbing her smooth mound, playing with both her diamond-hard nipple and her clit with agile fingers. She squeals under your touch, squirming against your hands to take more pleasure.

The pitch of her cries rises with the rate of your thrusts, until you are rapid-firing her G-spot, making her shriek a long note that pierces the air like a whistle that wavers with your movements. The singer is beyond the point of speech, rendered unable to praise or even curse in Korean, let alone English, utterly overwhelmed by the pleasure that you have been pouring into her helpless body. Yet you show no signs of letting up, prolonged by the erection drug and two prior ejaculations.

Your hands shift to Nayeon’s upper body, preparing her for the most intense fucking that you have yet to give her. Pausing momentarily to allow her to rest and catch her breath, you turn her head to the side, meeting her with a hungry kiss. Your tongues push back and forth into each other’s mouths, the savory and spicy flavor of tonight’s dinner filling your taste buds once more.

Then you grab a hold of her upper arms and push her firmly onto the counter’s stone surface, pressing your chest against her shoulder blades as you support yourself on the countertop with your forearms, its dry coldness providing an interesting contrast to her warm, flushed, and sweat-slicked body. In position, you give the entire strength of your back into thrusting madly inside her, intending to push her into the most intense climax that she has ever felt tonight thus far. As soon as you start pounding her deepest reaches, Nayeon resumes wailing like a porn star, surrendering to your power as she is unable to thrust back while pinned against the counter.

With each thrust, you let out a gravelly, voiceless growl, the ferocity of your fucking rapidly catching up to you. Nayeon’s inner grip gets tighter, while her feminine cries weave into your masculine grunts, heralding her upcoming orgasm. Several well-placed pushes against her cervix later, her throat snaps shut for a brief moment, and then she finally crests. Her left leg buckles first, and the rest of her body gives way to powerful convulsions punctuated by ear-piercing screams. Her pussy ripples on your cock, pulling it deeper in an attempt to extract your seed.

Feeling all the sensations of her climax is enough to bring your own release, and you launch your third load of the night into her welcoming womb. Aside from the throbbing of your joined parts, both of you are completely still, the weight of your chest the only thing that’s keeping Nayeon from collapsing on the floor.

The TWICE center’s breaths slow to a clamer rate as the last drops of your cum exit you, overflowing out from her pussy, mingling with her juices and landing on your scrotum. She mutters her satisfaction in the form of a Korean obscenity.

You are still rock hard.

* * *

Hours have passed you by without you noticing.

Every moment until now, save for occasional little breaks, was filled with more and more fucking. There is virtually no article of furniture in this vacation villa that hasn’t been sullied by you and Nayeon coupling on them in almost every position imaginable. Even the table on which you had your dinner became a stage for your carnal performances. The flexibility of Korean pop idols is renowned worldwide, and you are fortunate to have been able to get a full taste of that legend. Sometimes, she hooked one leg on your shoulder while you pounded her upright, while other times she rolled her hips around your cock in ways that tested your endurance. By now, you’ve become pretty familiar to Korean vulgarities like “sheebar” and “chonna joa”, not to mention how high the lead vocal of TWICE could belt out her pleasure. Your neck and shoulders have been marked with more twin dashes than you could count.

But the primal frenzy of the night, fueled by sildenafil and caffeine, had gradually tapered off, and even saving your strength, you found yourself flagging with your past several bouts of sex. Likewise, Nayeon’s hoarse cries and frenzied bouncing at the beginning of the night have diminished into softer moans and more easygoing undulation.

Now, all that remains are two people immersed in bringing each other to completion, enjoying the sensations that they’re exchanging. In the living room, you are seated on the suede couch situated in front of the window that opens up to the eastern sky, which is already turning rosy with the first reaches of dawn. Nayeon is sitting in your lap facing you, her limbs wrapped around your torso, hands fondling the nape of your neck as she makes out with you. Both of your movements are relaxed, yet passionate, and you are in no rush to escalate.

Your slick tongues having tangoed for a bit, you pull back to suck gently on her upper lip, and she returns the favor on your lower one. You release her with a loud smack, and start peppering her cheek with little toothless nibbles that elicit affectionate gasps and moans. She begins to caress your scalp, her throaty breath hot against your ear, while your own hands travel down her glistening back to rest on her hips. Pulling her closer, your bodies make full contact. Her soft breasts press into your chest and her hard nipples dig into your pecs, while her wet clit kisses your still stiff shaft; her body heat suffuses your core, filling you with a warmth that is at once both physical and spiritual.

Nayeon leans back from your kisses and gazes into your eyes, and you already know what she wants. Nothing else needs to be said, and no games are to be played.

She lifts herself up slightly to align her entrance with your manhood, and then she sits down, taking your length into her warm and slippery passage in one smooth movement. She lingers there for a bit, eyes shut, simply enjoying the feeling of you filling her. You too appreciate the sheer sensation of her snug walls fitting around your member without any motion.

Opening her eyes, Nayeon tells you without any words that she is about to start. She begins to grind slowly against your crotch, taking your cock in and out of her pussy. A tiny flame builds in your loins, quickening your heartbeat and breath, and prompting you to match her rhythm. You hook your chin around her slender neck and give her nape a kiss, marking it red with your suction.

“Ahh… You feel so damn good…” you hear someone say, but you’re not sure if it was Nayeon or yourself. It would apply either way, and everything is blending together in one indistinct ball of pure pleasure, such that these details have become trivial.

Resuming your worship of her gorgeous body while she continues to grind on you, you trail your kisses past her collarbone down to her breast, tasting the saltiness of sweat on her flesh. Your mouth meets her nipple, and you swirl your tongue around her areola, drawing out a feminine moan that is distinctively hers.

Your hand takes her other pillowy breast and gives it a gentle knead, pushing yourself back for a better view. You are met with a now-familiar sight of Nayeon’s desire: her eyes half-lidded, her mouth open, and most importantly, her tongue protruding loosely. You upright yourself and meet her mouth with yours, taking her tongue between your lips and giving it a good little suck. She captures your lips with her own, moaning softly into your mouth.

Dawn has sprung forth. As the morning sky gets brighter, the fire in your cock grows hotter. Nayeon is picking up the pace of her movements, and you are meeting her thrust for thrust. The pressure at your root is building, threatening to burst at any moment without your willpower holding it back for her sake.

But it looks and feels like she too is approaching her completion, which she confirms with words of encouragement. “Let’s do it one last time. Cum with me.”

You are left with little more recourse than to follow her into her upcoming peak. Summoning your remaining strength, you push into her with long strokes, making sure that she feels the power coming from your back pushing against her womb. High staccato moans mark each of your thrusts, and you can feel her hold on you grow tense.

At the moment the sun breaks over the horizon, golden rays strike Nayeon’s face, giving her countenance an ethereal beauty. Right then and there, she announces her climax with a breathy moan, then she grips her body onto you tightly with all four limbs and pushes you all the way inside, her tunnel waving firmly around the entire length of your shaft. With that, your hold on the dam fails, and it breaks in the form of an almost painful orgasm. Cum spills out in slow, weak squirts, accompanied by a ragged moan that escapes your throat and diminishes into silence.

The sunrise light fills the room, and you feel Nayeon’s weight relax upon you. She has not moved at all. Holding the exact same embrace in which she came, she chuckles, and although her face is out of sight, you can clearly hear the smile in her following words.

“Looks like you made it all the way to the morning.” With that, her head falls into the crook of your neck, and she fades into sleep.

As you hear the pop singer lightly snore, you feel your penis wilt inside her body. Your balls have been drained completely, and the pill has finally ceased its enhancements.

At long last, you succumb to the fatigue of the night, and as the sun rises into the sky, you fall into slumber, still buried inside the woman sleeping atop you.

* * *

TWICE’s latest single bursts through your eardrums, and you’re suddenly torn away from your nap.

The group’s center softly arises from her position atop you, your dick long having been dislodged from her over the course of the morning as you shifted in your sleep. Between puffy eyelids, you see her dismount you onto the ground and pace over to her phone atop the dining table, shutting off the alarm. You remain groggy, but are unable to go back to sleep, so you muster the energy to at least sit upright on the couch.

You yawn, and you turn in the direction of the footsteps coming towards you. Nayeon approaches you with a calm and sweet smile, a far cry from the horny and desperate animal from the prior evening. Her gait is halting, and you notice that she’s walking side to side, clearly sore from all the pounding she got all night here.

She greets you, “Hey, good morning.” Evidently, you have not slept for very long. “Did you enjoy last night?”

You wanted to respond, “Fuck yeah, bitch!” but you only have the strength to mutter an indistinct “Mmm-hmm.”

“Good,” she acknowledges, “‘cause that was the best fucking I had in months.”

You chuckle, barely noticing the fact that a world-famous idol just praised your sexual prowess.

You stand up from the sofa as Nayeon continues to pace around the room, gathering the clothes and jewelry that she had strewn about last night.

“I’m sorry we have to end so soon,” she laments, “but I have to get back to work later today.”

“Oh, is that so? That’s too bad.”

“I know… but now you have my profile,” she assures. “Let me know if you’re ever back in town, okay?”

“Sure thing,” you nod. Your travels are going to take you to places further away, but you wouldn’t mind if Seoul made it back on your itinerary again.

Her clothing gathered in her bosom, she turns to you, saying, “Come on, I’ll drive you back.”

“Thanks.” You go off and reach for your own clothes.

“But before I leave,” she calls out, catching your attention, “I gotta go take a shower.”

Bent down, you turn your head towards her, your pants in your grip, and see a sly smirk on her face.

“And I wouldn’t like to do it alone…”

The Devil in Your Eyes

Featuring: TWICE Momo Tags: infidelity/cheating, taboo breaking, blasphemy

“And so we say, cast the Devil aside when he tempts your soul! When you see sinning in action and you want to join in, that’s Satan himself looking you in the eye! Resist, turn away, and allow the Lord to rescue you! Can I get an amen?!”

That’s what you would’ve heard from the pastor, had you been sitting in the pews, and not under/behind his stage, fervently making out with a fellow congregant.

Instead, while your hands roam her curves over that purportedly modest Sunday dress, the preacher’s zealous oratory comes out only as muffled shouts punctuated by spastic stomping.

While she takes the base of your skull into her hands, you caress her downwards over the floral muslin cloth to palm those very full and round buttocks. This dress, designed to cover her from head to toe, cannot even begin to conceal the voluptuous body underneath.

For many weeks now, Momo had signaled to you her desire to be taken by a man much younger than her husband, who himself is over a decade her senior. At church social events, she would often look your way with eyes that you’ve never seen her give her husband. While he was busy chatting with the faithful about his campaign for vice president of the congregation, he remained clueless that his own wife would walk off to flirt shamelessly with a younger single man.

That’s how a series of booty calls began. You were called to slake the supposedly obedient housewife’s thirst often, especially when her husband was away on official business, which had become alarmingly frequent as of lately. All the better for you and your sexual appetite, though.

And even now, he stays as oblivious as ever, sitting pretty in the pews while you’re fondling his wife’s voluptuous body on her “bathroom break”.

Her full lips pull away from yours with a smack as she pauses for breath, looking into your eyes with a devilish face of desire. You smirk back, reaching up to palm her massive tits. They had a soft and pliable weight on your hands, and even through two layers of fabric, you think you can feel the outline of her erect nipples poking through.

Enjoying your caresses on her breasts for a few seconds, Momo steps back and sits up on the conveniently-placed table behind her and hikes up the hem of her long dress, tantalizingly revealing her buff legs that you have grown to love, clad with thigh-high nude hosiery. At last, the dress is lifted fully up her waist, and a pair of lacy white panties remains the final obstacle between you and her core, sporting a telltale wet spot that traces the outline of her labia. Hooking your fingers around the waistband, you divest her of even that, sliding the soaked garment tenderly down over her stockings and discarding it on the floor.

Devoid of any hair, Momo’s pussy glistens in the dim backstage light, its natural musk counterbalancing her lily-scented perfume, driving you mad with lust. It looks and smells so delicious that you can’t help but go for a taste. Kneeling down, you stuff your head against her crotch and lick her lower lips, teasing her entrance with your tongue. Momo gives off a low moan, the first of many to come, and runs her lithe fingers through your hair to encourage you. The solid metal of her wedding band scrapes your scalp, reminding you of how illicit this rendezvous is. Knowing that inflames the passion in your heart, and you almost fall faint between this lawfully-wedded wife’s shapely legs.

The worship band starts to play, giving both of you some much-needed cover for your dalliance. Catching your breath, you stand up and meet Momo at eye level. With well-practiced swiftness, you undo your belt and drop your trousers to your ankles, your hardened member still trapped within your underpants. As the buckle hits the floor with a clink, you lean forward to give Momo a frenzied kiss, which she returns in gusto. Your lips and tongues duel for a bit while you reach back and unzip her dress, peeling it down and exposing her giant breasts. The lusty wayward wife helps you along by slipping her arms out of the sleeves still restraining her, and you unsnap her bra, allowing her pendulous boobs to hang loose.

Momo hooks a leg over your hips and, using her foot, she strips off your underwear, freeing your stiff cock from its cotton prison. The two of you exchange naughty gazes for half a second. With absolutely nothing between your crotches, there is no time to spare. You grab a hold of the small of her back and lean forward, quickly sliding into her warm and slick pussy. The circumstances did not afford the luxury of slowly enjoying the details of every single sensation, merely a quick and intense fulfilling of burning urges.

Behind the booming bass of the band’s songs of praise, a married woman with her Sunday dress bunched around her waist moans loudly and passionately as a man who is not her husband pumps frenetically in and out of her. While the organ on stage plays a melody, organs backstage dance in harmony. You pound Momo’s wet pussy hard, driving her wild with lust, eyes shut and mouth ajar. She encourages you with her noises, and by wrapping her legs around your waist and driving you deeper into her sexy body.

You reach up and grab one of her tits under her unfastened bra, squeezing the pliable flesh and rubbing her hard nipple between your fingers. She responds with a higher moan, and her walls tighten around your shaft, intensifying the friction of your thrusts.

“Oh yes… fuck me, aahh… just like that!” Obscenities leave Momo’s mouth in the house of the Lord, in defiance of everything taught in Sunday school. The church told you that the essentially human act of sexual intercourse was some kind of unfathomable sin that will condemn you to the depths of Hell. Every plunge deeper into Momo’s sultry depths brings your descent into damnation closer. Yet if anything, your lover’s rapturous expression tells you that she’s closer to Heaven than ever.

Your married lover offers her own words of praise in the midst of her infernal paradise. “Oh baby, you naughty boy. You make me feel so damn good. Gimme more of your big, thick cock.”

With her words, the flames within you conflagrate into an uncontrollable wildfire, fueling your pistoning within her forbidden fruit. Looking back into Momo’s eyes, you let her know just how hot she’s making you feel.

“Yeah, take it, you slut. How does it feel to get fucked by your side piece in church? Does it make you hot?”

“Oh yes, you’re such a bad boy. You’re a bad, bad boy. Fuck me hard. Fuck this cheating whore. Make me cum like my man can’t.” Momo’s passionate confessions are punctuated by breathy gasps timed with your forceful thrusts.

The band’s song approaches its climax, and the frenzy of your coupling is inching closer to the breaking point. Seeing Momo’s unadulterated expression of adulterous lust, hips writhing and eyes rolling back, compounds the already hyperstimulated sensation of her tightening cunt on your shaft. It is nearly impossible to hold back.

“Yeah I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum!” You announce your impending peak, voice frayed and struggling to contain itself.

“Cum inside me, you naughty devil!” she cries, the pitch of her voice escalating. “Gimme your cum!”

That takes you aback, and you falter for a bit. Throughout your trysts, Momo has never asked you to cum inside her; you always opted either for a condom, or for gracing her abs or back with your semen. Yet this time she is very insistent, making sure you don’t pull out by wrapping her strong legs around your waist tightly, the nylon of her stockings tickling your ass.

Nonetheless, you have no fear, but instead you feel hotter and more determined than ever. The possibility of impregnating your married lover with a bastard child conceived in sin is what finally sets you off, amidst all the other feelings in this taboo affair. Holding back the primal shout your body wanted to make, you press your hips flush against Momo’s butt, your cock pushing as deep as it can, and you unleash your sinful seed, scalding blobs and ropes jetting into her wanton womb with each twitch. The scream that wanted to escape leaves your throat in the form of a long, gravelly growl.

Being filled with your essence is what triggers Momo’s own orgasm. She scrunches her brow in intense concentration, eyes squinted, holding back a scream of her own.

“Oh God, I’m cumming! Yes, God, yes!!” she wails, clearly entering the gates of heaven. Her walls come crashing down onto your rod, convulsing and milking it of every drop of cum.

Her climax subsiding, Momo opens her eyes and looks straight into yours, breathy and sweaty from exertion. She smiles in scandalous satisfaction, knowing full well that she had defied every expectation of upstanding behavior in a house of God, and enjoyed every single moment of it.

* * *

Covering up the evidence of your rendezvous had been an easy affair, especially for Momo, who was able to mask your scent with a simple re-application of her perfume. The two of you opted to go back to the pews separately, as not to arouse any suspicion. You are the first to return to your seat, with the only proof of foul play being a trace of Momo’s lilies that thankfully goes unnoticed by most. Your family gives you some odd looks, but they don’t press further beyond that, to your relief.

You catch Momo walking back to her place, sitting down next to her husband, who simply acknowledges her return with a pat on the shoulder. His eyes glued forward in awe of the preacher’s sermon, she turns in your direction and shoots you a brief smile before turning back towards her spouse to exchange words of no importance.

While your minister yammers on about harlotry and temptation, you can’t help but slightly chuckle at the absurdity of the situation. There’s your paramour in casual conversation with her cuckolded husband, as if your cum was not sloshing around in her pussy and drenching her panties. Momo had assured you that she was going to take a morning-after pill at the first opportunity, thereby committing another sin far more unforgivable than kidnapping in the church’s eyes.

His moralizing diatribe finished, the pastor begins to lead the flock in silent devotion. “Let us pray.”

The congregation clasps their hands together, yourself and Momo included. But while nearly everyone else closes their eyes and casts their head downwards in faithful concentration, you and your lover exchange gazes and smiles from across the sanctuary.

The only prayer you offer to anyone on high is that neither of you get caught.

After a long silence, the pastor opens once more with benediction. “Lord, help us raise our spirits higher and higher in praise of You, so that we may enter the Pearly Gates of Heaven and become one with the Most High, to achieve everlasting paradise! Can I get an amen?!”

Your refrain follows the chorus of the faithful, but laced with a devilish smirk. “Amen!”