Autumn

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There was still one lonely leaf dangling helplessly on the tree outside. It shivered in the cold autumn breeze. Its fallen brethren rustled on the ground below, painting the sidewalks with the familiar tinge of reds, browns, and yellows. They consumed the streets, completely replacing the army of children who usually roamed the grey asphalt jungle. It was a telltale sign the town was on the precipice of another cold winter.

Meanwhile, a different kind of Winter was stirring beneath you. Unlike the cold outside, she was hot and sultry, suffocating your cock in the warmth and coziness between her soft, snow white legs.

“Open the window, baby. It’s a little stuffy in here.”

The window was near enough without having to stop thrusting into her. A flood of crisp air filled the room after cracking the window open a few centimeters. Any further and it would’ve been too cold to continue. Winter’s naked body responded instantly, covering her in goosebumps that could be felt as you groped her perfect breasts.

Warm, white cum was already trickling out of her tight folds, creating the best kind of treat on a chilly day: a Winter creampie. She hadn’t yet noticed, though. You weren’t gonna tell her, either—it would’ve been rude to not let her finish.

Winter was sprawled on her back as you continued to ravage her. Her legs splayed and dangled over the sides of her favorite chair: a lush ivory wingback lounger that she loved getting fucked in. It provided perfect support for her back while you penetrated her tight pussy. Its prime location next to the window meant she could look up at the sky while still enjoying the sight of your determined face hovering over her. She loved imagining herself shooting up towards those clouds whenever you fucked her to orgasm.

“That’s it, baby. Fuck me harder. Own this tight little cunt.”

Winter latched onto your swaying hips, pulling you in closer as she commanded you to keep going. She still hadn’t noticed the surprise you left in her, but it didn’t matter now. She wasn’t going to let you stop until she was satisfied.

“Just like this, baby. Fuck my pussy into submission.”

Winter’s hands started to dictate the speed at which she wanted you to fuck her, making you thrust faster between her cream-covered lips. Her unsuspecting pussy oozed out cum with each zealous thrust of your unrelenting cock. It dripped onto the floor that had already lost its sheen from the countless times you’ve fucked Winter in this exact spot.

She always loved this part. Your rough, rhythmic ramming was routine for the writhing Winter. Each thrust pushed her further back into her favorite chair. It scratched against the hardwood, following the grooves in the scuff marks left from the dozens of times it happened before. The screeching sound it created crescendoed until the chair bumped up against the wall at the same spot it always did. The dent it had caused in the drywall only grew larger with each forceful fucking. There wasn’t a point in repairing it; it was bound to happen again.

Winter sank further into her lounge chair, melting into the comfy cushion as her breaths became short and audible. Her legs spread even wider, finally allowing you to fully fill her and finish her off. It was only a matter of time now.

Winter’s eyes shut tightly. Her jaw quivered uncontrollably in response not to the chilling cold that pushed through the open window but to the brutal pounding her sensitive pussy was taking. Suddenly, her back arched toward you. Winter’s nails dug further into your hips as her pussy pulsated around your shaft.

“Fuck!” Winter’s elongated exclamation dragged out of her throat in a vibrato, culminating in a high-pitched squeal above her normal vocal range. The notes she reached would’ve been a struggle for her in the recording studio, but it was almost effortless whenever you fucked her. Winter’s piercing shrill carried with the piercing wind as it spilled her dirty little secret throughout the unsolicited neighborhood.

It wasn’t a secret anymore.

Outside, the last leaf had finally been wrested off its branch, leaving the tree as naked as your girlfriend beneath you. The leaf continued to dance in the harsh biting breeze before gently joining the sea of leaves below.

There was no doubt about it now—outside or inside, Winter was definitely coming.

Hawaiʻi Part 1: Hot Hawaiian Heat

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She emerged from the undertow and made her way back to shore. The hot Hawaiian heat kissed her saltwater skin as the cool ocean water trickled down every part of her blessed body. It was a sight to behold.

Her baby blue bikini top cupped her ample breasts. They bounced in perfect harmony with each successive step that sunk into the blistering sand. It was impossible to miss her sweet pussy lips as her soaked bikini bottom unabashedly wedged between them. Not like she cared, she loved the attention. She enjoyed making waves with her own under toe that made you briefly forget where you were—your only thought was destroying that delicious pussy.

“I’m sorry, what’s your name again?” you asked.

The beach lounger was big enough for both of you. Yet, her dripping wet body brushed against you as she sat down, leaving no leeway to move.

“I’m Sana.”

Her voice, sweet like honey, trickled out of her lips in an angelic murmur. With a voice and body like that, there was no way you’d forget her name again.

Sana didn’t speak much English. You barely knew enough Korean. So it was a little weird that she asked you to be her personal translator while she vacationed in Hawaii. Stranger still, she was a Japanese native. Certainly, she would’ve had a much easier time finding a Japanese translator on such short notice.

She came in as a customer at the restaurant in Waikiki where you worked as a waiter. All you said was “hello” in Korean, and suddenly, she thought you were somehow qualified to translate for her. But her begging eyes and pouty lips plastered over that fuckable face made it hard to refuse, especially since she offered to compensate you “beyond your wildest dreams”, whatever that meant.

It still didn’t make sense why she needed a translator if she was just going to spend the entire day at the beach, though. There was no one else here; your translation services were hardly needed.

Sana turned her back toward you and handed you the sunscreen, motioning you to help apply it on her. The tube of sunscreen was already mostly shriveled and spent, probably used up from Sana’s previous beach adventures. It was best to judiciously divide it; she had an entire body to cover. Carefully, you squirted a sliver of it onto your hand, rubbing it into Sana’s warm, sun-kissed back. Her arms contorted behind her until her fingers grabbed onto the strings that kept her bikini top secured to her breasts. She tugged at it, the knot coming undone until her designer top fell softly to the sand. Your eyes widened, unsure what to do next. It didn’t matter. Sana knew what she wanted: she grabbed your hands that still rubbed against her back, wrapping them around her torso and placing them on her supple breasts.

“Gwaenchana-yo,” Sana said, giving you permission to continue.

You continued in earnest, spreading your fingers as you caressed her bountiful breasts, feeling the softness of every curve and crevice as you applied sunscreen to her chest. She let out a stifled moan. Her wet, beach blonde hair brushed against your face as she leaned her head back in pleasure. Her nipples stiffened in response, causing a visible bump in your shorts that continued to grow.

Any logic of saving up the sunscreen was thrown out the window now. You went back to the tube and squeezed as much as you could; it was a thinly-veiled excuse to rub her tits longer by making sure the liberal amount of sunscreen in your hand was fully applied. But she was already content with your work on her breasts. In the break between applying sunscreen, Sana stood up and slowly wriggled out of her bikini entirely. Her plump, juicy ass was now just centimetres from your face.

“Yeogi.” Sana gently rubbed her ass cheeks in a circular motion. She beamed at you with a look of playful mischief, telling you where she now wanted sunscreen.

You happily obliged, grasping at her firm cheeks as you rubbed in circular motions just like she asked. Her pink pussy lips peeked through the crevice of her thigh gap, sprinkled in the specks of sand that stuck to her inner thighs. The ass application wasn’t even finished when Sana turned around, giving you the full view of her delectable pussy that was still dripping salty sea water.

“Yeogi-do.” Sana was already massaging her clit when she turned around, suggesting where she wanted to be rubbed next. She looked down to see your shorts tightening as your cock jumped in excitement at the sight of her naked beckoning body. A smirk curled at the corner of her mouth.

There wasn’t enough sunscreen on your hand to continue, at least not enough to make it a worthwhile experience. You desperately tried to wring out any sunscreen that might’ve still been in the tube, but there wasn’t any in there, either. All of the sunscreen had been used up; you were too eager to waste it on her breasts earlier. Sana was still rubbing her clit when you looked up to deliver the bad news.

“No more sunscreen,” you explained to her.

She stopped pleasuring herself. Her mischievous expression was replaced by a hint of sadness, unaccepting of the fact she’d be getting an uneven tan. Then her face lit up. There were other ways to satisfy her need for a creamy white liquid lathered onto her body. Then her look of mischief returned.

She pushed you down onto the beach lounger, her wrinkled fingers undoing your shorts in the process. Sana let out a giggle, and even with the language barrier between you two, her hand stroking your shaft meant the same thing in any language: she needed your cock badly.

Sana straddled you, slowly lowering herself onto your throbbing cock. Her pussy lips parted as you slowly disappeared between her delicate thighs that glowed red from overexposure to the sun. Your shaft slowly penetrated her, little by little, until your crotches stuck together in the Hawaiian humidity.

You clasped her thighs tightly, parting them just ever so slightly to get a better view of Sana’s deprived pussy gobbling the entire length of your cock. Her inviting walls radiated its own hot Hawaiian heat and tightly wrapped around you as Sana rocked back and forth. Her firm ass rubbed against your thighs with every undulation.

Sana was loving every moment. Her only regret, noticeable only through her winces between each of her up and down motions, was that she wished she had applied sunscreen earlier. With every bounce on your crotch, her sunburnt thighs stung more and more like she had encountered a Portuguese man o’ war. Still, the adrenaline and sense of pleasure that flowed through Sana’s body was enough to keep her going. She continued to rub her clit with one hand while the other hand grasped to the side of the squeaking lounger to stabilize her position. Her body trembled in the rapturous moment, causing the beach lounger to sink further into the sand.

She couldn’t hold it in any longer. Her thighs exerted some resistance against your hands that were now struggling to keep them open. She leaned forward, stopping herself from completely collapsing onto you with her hands that pressed against your chest. She let out an unadulterated moan, her ethereal voice ringing out to the heavens.

She gushed out profusely. Her juices dripped down the sides of your hips, filtering through the mesh fabric of the chair and darkening the sand below. It was as if her soul had left her body as you helped her ascend to a heavenly orgasm. You felt her come down from cloud nine as her walls relaxed the tight grip it once had on you. She finally regained consciousness after the out-of-body experience and her divine voice filled your ears.

“Sunscreen ready?” Sana asked in her broken English. She was looking for anything to cure the stinging pain that coursed through her body.

“Almost…” you let out.

She continued to slide up and down your cock, her juices now coating your shaft. You thrusted harder, trying to get the sunscreen she was desperately asking for. As your pace quickened, beads of sweat dribbled down her bouncy breasts, a product of the Hawaiian sun continuing to relentlessly pound her body just as you continued to relentlessly pound her pussy. Her sweat started to drip onto you. Another batch of sunscreen was finally ready for Sana.

“Fuck, Sana!” you yelled out.

She didn’t need a translator to figure out what that meant. Sana dismounted you as she rubbed her needy lips, telling you again where she wanted her sunscreen: “Yeogi.”

Sana had never seen a volcano eruption before. It was something she was hoping to see on her fleeting Hawaiian vacation. She smiled in enjoyment as she witnessed you kneel in front of her parted thighs, stroking you until the white, hot cum finally erupted forcefully out of your body—just like the fiery lava of Kīlauea. When it was over, it ravaged and wrecked everything in its path: pussy, thighs, and stomach. Sana’s Hawaiian bucket list was now complete.

She furiously rubbed the splatters of cum onto her body, continuing to rub until her entire lower half glistened with a sticky substance sheen. It cooled her sunburnt thighs like aloe, providing Sana some much needed relief as she let out a coo. There was still excess that failed to penetrate her oversaturated skin. She cupped the leftover cum into her hand, sticking her sticky fingers into her mouth as she swallowed the remnants. She kissed the tip of your still-erect cock, a show of thanks for the emergency sunscreen and the thirst-quenching meal.

Sana fell back onto her beach towel next to you, closing her eyes as her cum-coated body basked in the unforgiving sun. Suddenly, the sound of subtle footsteps in the sand started to grow: someone was coming. It was too late to cover up your exposed bodies. You whispered to Sana trying to get her attention and make her aware there was another beachgoer: “Sana!”

Sana opened her eyes and let out a tiny, hamster-like squeal. “Hey, girl!” Sana said, her accent making it sound more like, “Hey, goirl.” It was honestly kinda cute. The visitor, unfazed at the sight of your naked bodies, smiled like it was some inside joke between them. She approached and sat next to Sana and greeted her as if they were lifelong friends. She finally introduced herself to you.

“Hi, I’m Momo,” said the girl.

You greeted her before turning to Sana. “You didn’t tell me you had a friend. I’m gonna need to be paid double if I’m translating for her as well,” you demanded.

The two girls looked at each other, speaking Japanese in hushed tones. The only thing you could make out of their conversation was their stymied giggles as they both admired your spent cock. They looked at you and smiled as they finally came to a decision.

“Ok,” they both said in unison.

“Great.”

You leaned back in your beach chair, propping your head up with your hands as you beamed from ear to ear.

Momo unhooked her bikini top and peeled off her G-string as she lay down next to the naked Sana, joining her in a sunbath. But just as quickly as she lay down, Momo sat back up, looking at you like she was missing something.

“Sunscreen, please,” she begged with the little English vocabulary she knew, pointing at the tube of sunscreen underneath your lounge chair. She had missed the part where there wasn’t any left. Sana let out a snort, finding the situation hilarious.

It wasn’t even noon, but you could tell it was already going to be a good, long day of “translating”.

Idol Club

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“That one.”

“Excellent choice, sir,” your host complimented. “One of our best. Nothing but good reviews from her many, many clients.”

It was hard to hear through the loud electronic dance music that pumped throughout the club. It was even harder to see in the dimly lit space that occasionally strobed with random-colored lights. Yet somehow through all those obstacles, your personal host managed to flag her down from the pedestal she was dancing on across the room. He held up three fingers to her as the bikini-clad woman stepped off the stage. She disappeared behind the curtains, the bottom of her ass cheeks bidding you farewell as she exited.

Your host led you out of the main room into a quiet corridor. A plethora of soundproof doors lined either side of the hallway. He pointed to one of the doors that automatically opened at his command.

“She’ll meet you in Room 3 in a couple minutes. Enjoy your time at Idol Club, sir!”

Idol Club was a hotbed for the ultra-rich elites who loved K-Pop but wanted an even more intimate experience with their favorite idols. It wasn’t without controversy, however. The legality and morality of Idol Club had always been hotly debated since its opening. The constant protests outside the club made it hard for patrons like yourself to enter without being harassed. It was a bit ironic, really. If the protestors had the same kind of money as Idol Club patrons, there was no doubt they also would’ve spent it on a night with the likes of an Irene or Tzuyu. They were just jealous hypocrites who weren’t lucky enough to be born into wealth.

What a lot of protesters always failed to acknowledge was that the idols had no problem with it and Idol Club always got permission from their respective companies. These idols loved Idol Club because they and their companies were always compensated handsomely. Even for the groups from lesser-known companies, a typical month would net them enough profit from Idol Club to fund the group’s next comeback. You had no moral qualms stepping into the club since it meant supporting your favorite artists. Still, it was a new experience for you.

The door finally slid open. She stood in the door frame with more clothes than when you initially saw her dancing on the pole. She looked comfy in her pair of pink sweats and black long sleeve crop top. Body glitter sparkled like a disco ball with each step until she finally stopped just short of your position at the foot of the bed. This was finally the moment you’d thought about all week.

“I’m Yiren from Everglow.” She really didn’t need the introduction.

“Yes, I know who you are.”

“You’d be surprised how many clients just walk in and pick out the prettiest face in the room.” Yiren noticed your rigid body and fidgeting hands. “You look nervous.”

“I—I’ve never done this before,” you confessed as you clung to your shoulder.

“What? You’ve never had sex?” she asked.

“I’ve had sex before. It’s just… I’ve never done it with someone like you.”

“Someone like me?”

“This is my first time here, I’m not sure what to expect.”

Yiren slowly approached. She wrapped her arms around your neck and felt a nervous cock graze against her inner thigh as she made your lap a temporary seat.

“I think you’ll find I’m exactly like a handful of other girls here at Idol Club—we’re just like everyone else. It shouldn’t change your view of me just because you know who I am. Treat me like any other girl.”

Her weight shifted in your lap trying to get her line of sight to sit evenly with yours. She was surprisingly light even in her 163 cm (5’4”) frame. Yiren searched deep into those thoughtful eyes trying to find any sign of your doubt and nervousness washing away from her assurances. Treat me like any other girl. That’s what she said. Except she wasn’t just “any other girl”: those eyes that stared back at you—the ones that still sensed your nervousness—belonged to one Wang Yiren.

“Tell you what, why don’t I give you a little sample of what I can do? That should loosen you up.” She had seen the same kind of behaviour dozens of times before. She was well-equipped to unleash her clients’ inner freaks and this case was no exception.

The burden of Yiren’s weight lifted off your lap. The lights dimmed unprovoked, but it wasn’t a surprise, given how advanced Idol Club’s technologies were. Automated lights seemed trivial. So was the music that started to magically fill the room. Yiren began to dance in front of you.

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Her limbs were surprisingly fluid. Yiren was a blur, her pink sweats seemingly flinging and flailing around in the darkness. But then she dropped down to the floor where she really shined. She pushed back up with her hands and for a brief moment, her ass hung in the air. Any light that still permeated in the room gravitated toward her body, creating a shadow in the crevice between her curvaceous cheeks that sucked in pink cotton like a black hole.

She dropped back down onto the floor. Yiren grabbed at her ankle and swung it over her head. Her sweats pulled tautly at the apex of her move, showing off her hungry pussy lips as it gobbled through her clothing. Yiren was as flexible as advertised.

“This could all be yours,” she said over the music.

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As she stood back up and continued her dance, Yiren arched her back, highlighting her ass that was still swallowing up her sweats when she got up off the ground. By that point, her “ass-vertisement” was no longer necessary.

When the song finished, Yiren returned to her position just in front of you. Without hesitation, she pulled down her pants. The bikini bottom she wore when you picked her out in the main room earlier was gone, Yiren’s smooth, delicious pussy greeting you in its place. The meeting was brief as Yiren turned around, giving you a sample of those curvy cheeks that caught your eye during her dance. With enough handles to grab onto, they were the perfect size for taking Yiren from behind.

“God damn, Yiren! Did you always have that ass?” She gave it a little twerk; it turned out her personality wasn’t her only bubbly asset. While she continued to shake it, Yiren pulled her top over her head and flung her unclasped bra in your direction. Her skin crinkled near her hips when she turned around and watched her bra land on your shoulder.

She winked. “You can keep that as a souvenir.”

There wasn’t much time to enjoy that moment, either. She turned around one more time, showing off her youthful pink nipples that were already aroused from her own sensual dance.

“So you ready to tell me what you want, big spender?” Yiren’s naked body really did have a way of coaxing even the most unwilling clients to spill their deepest desires. Like a dam under extreme pressure, you finally burst.

“I wanna fuck you so hard that it splits you in half and breaks you! I wanna use up all of your tight holes! I wanna tie you up and cum in your ass, pussy, and mouth until you’re filled up like a jelly doughnut!” She could see the aroused vein in your neck throbbing. Yiren stood there quietly with no emotion on her face.

“Was that a bit too much?” you wondered.

But then Yiren smirked, satisfied with the work she had done to elicit your honest confession.

“There it is,” she said as she walked over to a little drawer in the corner of the room. “Even the most timid first-timers eventually break. They always succumb to their carnal instincts once they see their favorite idols naked in front of them.”

From the drawer, Yiren pulled out two pairs of handcuffs. You watched from the foot of the bed as she slapped each pair onto her wrists. She sat up on top of the mattress and stretched her legs out, lining up her right wrist with her right ankle and cuffing them together. When she was done, she skillfully managed to do the same thing to her left side without any assistance. Yiren fell back onto the bed, her limbs now bound and splayed out like some kind of disturbed butterfly.

Yiren was now helpless to any and all fantasies you wanted to carry out on her. Her limber legs split open at a 180-degree angle on top of the silk bed lining. She was used to this position and had a talent for it. She was trained to spread wide because Yuehua Entertainment wanted Yiren to do the splits, a party trick she could show off during Everglow’s variety show appearances and fan meetings. Idol Club, however, repurposed her talents for a more sinful reason: to make it easier to pump into her suffocating cunt, resulting in clients pumping more money into Idol Club.

From the base of the bed, you crept up to her bound body like a lion edging closer to its unsuspecting prey. With each forward motion, you quickly pulled off a piece of clothing. First, the shirt. Then, the pants. Yiren’s eyes grew in excitement the closer you got until you were fully naked hovering above her helpless body.

“Use me.”

There was no time to lose, not even on foreplay. Every minute mattered; you had already paid for the session in full and Yiren’s sultry dance ate up a lot of time. The only question now was where in the buffet line you wanted to start. Common sense told you appetizers first. Her mouth was a great place for the festivities to begin.

Her cold silicone-like skin just above her bare breasts pressed against the bottom of your balls as you sat on top of Yiren. You were careful to make sure you didn’t crush her trachea, though it wasn’t like she needed it to do any breathing—it was gonna be lined with semen in a few minutes.

Yiren felt the hard tip of your cock slap against her cheek, begging her to open her mouth. Her jaw unhinged without much more persuasion; she was determined to get that five-star review from her client.

“I’m gonna stick it in. Is that okay?”

“You don’t need to ask,” she said, almost somewhat offended. “Fuck me however you want, you paid for it. If you wanna fuck my mo—”

She had talked enough. You interrupted her monologue, sticking your cock in her mouth and pacifying her. The inside walls of her cheeks sucked in and pressed your shaft with a fresh coat of saliva. You weren’t expecting Yiren to be so good at taking a cock in her mouth. All that nervousness and apprehension of even deciding to give Idol Club a chance started to wash away with each thrust.

“Fuck, Yiren, you’re such a naughty little girl. You like that, don’t you? You like having your mouth punished?”

Yiren nodded.

You hadn’t even fully penetrated her yet and she was already enjoying it. It was time to test her limits. One quick shove and her puckered lips kissed the base of your crotch. She somehow managed to let a moan escape her filled mouth.

“How about that? God, the back of your throat feels so good.” You didn’t even wait for her answer. How could she even answer, anyway? The length of your cock pressed down on her tongue, prohibiting her from letting out even a single syllable from that tiny mouth of hers that was drooling all over you. Fuck me however you want was your earlier cue from her to continue exploring her limits.

You pulled out and there was nothing but saliva dripping down. You grabbed it, wiping your wet member against her face.

“Yeah, you fucking love that don’t you?” You were fully into it now. “Didn’t even realize you could be that wet for me.”

“You said you wanted to cum in my mouth,” Yiren explained. “So do it.”

Following her command, you held her head in place and thrusted back into her open mouth. It tickled the back of her throat and that’s when she finally clamped those lips back down onto you. Furiously, you began thrusting in and out. Yiren let out tiny whimpers with each poke of her throat.

“If this is what it feels like fucking your mouth, I can only imagine how wet that pussy is going to get.”

You closed your eyes trying to imagine it, getting off on the image of a bound Yiren getting her pussy fucked by your cock. Yiren did her best to cater to your imagination, her warm hole salivating even more against your thrusting cock while her tongue slid against the bottom of your shaft.

Every subsequent thrust was easier than the last. She had produced enough saliva and eventually got used to the feeling of getting tickled in her throat. Yiren was enjoying the facefucking.

“I’m gonna fucking blow my load into your mouth.” Your cock wagged between her lips as she nodded her head to confirm she was ready for it. She sucked on you trying to help your orgasm along, and before you knew it, warm cream started to fill her throat.

“Mmm,” Yiren moaned.

The first spurt was an easy swallow for Yiren. But the second, then the third, caused a back up in her throat; there was just too much cum for her to keep up. Eventually, she gave up as your cum started to fill around you in the space she created to accommodate the heavy load between her cheeks.

When you were finally done, you pulled out slowly, enjoying the sound of Yiren’s slurping. Semen erupted out of her mouth when you were fully out. A lot of it trickled into her nose or down her cheek.

“Damn, Yiren! We’re only a third of the way through the session and you’ve already paid for yourself. No wonder you’re so highly rated.”

Yiren took the compliment with a pasty smile, the cum in her mouth still pushing through her pearly whites. They were pearly for a different reason now. She managed to move enough fluid around to let out a garbled, barely intelligible sentence: “Keep fucking me.”

Boy, was she a pirate with the amount of filth coming out of her mouth.

With her face fucked and filled, it was time for the main dish of the Yiren buffet. No, not her tight little cunt that was staring up at you and inviting you between her fully split legs. Initially, it was going to be the main dish. But Yiren’s dance earlier in the session made it very clear she was advertising her juicy ass, best served raw. It was definitely worthy as the main course. And just like a pirate yourself, you were out to get some booty.

You slid down and flipped her over. Her cheeks easily parted in her bound state, revealing her perfect little hole.

Just a little taste, you promised yourself. You had never eaten ass before and you hadn’t even planned on it when you first walked into Idol Club. But if you were going to rim someone for the first time, who better to pop that cherry than an idol like Yiren? You slapped your greedy hands onto the pretty little fuckdoll, grabbing a handful of her ass cheeks and squeezing it as hard as you could. Your lips forced its way toward her. Then without thought, your tongue reached out.

First, a little lick. Then a series of continuous pulsating thrusts of your tongue against her asshole. Finally, a long drawn out lap around the perimeter. You were no longer an ass-eating virgin now. It was surprisingly better than you imagined and she was loving every moment of it.

“Mmph!” Yiren cried out into the sheets. Her asshole puckered. Her body winced and pulled back in enjoyment.

Just a little taste, you promised yourself. Now it was time for the real thing. “If you like that, then you’ll love this next part,” you told her. That was all the warning she was going to get.

With your hands still grabbing onto her cheeks, you pulled away and replaced your mouth with your cock pressing at the back door. You pushed your way through—just a little—until just your tip was in her. Then you pulled out again. Surprisingly, she was already lubed up. No wonder she took a while before entering the room. She could’ve easily taken the whole thing on the first go if she wanted.

“Tell me you love the feeling of my cock in your ass.”

Her head was buried deep into the sheets. Yiren was drowning in a puddle that was starting to leak out on both sides of her buried head. The white pool started to stain the red silk and tickle her pierced ears.

“I llrrg drr ppffllng buuv kkek gin mmrph ezzz.”

She muttered out muffled gibberish. Locks of her luscious espresso hair curled and wrapped between your fingers. You tugged up until her head lifted out of the cum-stained sheets. Her gaping hole unleashed the rest of the cum she had hoarded in that whore mouth, seed dripping down and joining the rest of the mess that had already seeped into the silk below.

“Spit it out, Yiren!”

She repeated herself, this time with a clear throat and lack of sheets stifling her words: “I love the feeling of your cock in my ass!”

“Tell me how much you love it.”

“I love it so much! I want you to dump your cum into me! I want it oozing out of my asshole!”

“Beg for it, then.”

“Please! Stick it back in me and fill my ass with some hot, white cum! Mark it as your territory so that all the horndogs after you know my ass already belongs to someone. I don’t just want it, I need it. Own me, please! Fuck!”

“Well, if you insist, Yiren.” Your fingers untangled from her hair, gravity reintroducing Yiren to your cum as her face plunged back into the cum-covered sheets.

You thrusted in again, this time, the whole thing instead of just a sample. She was prepared for it, sucking you in past the event horizon like she did to her sweats during her dance performance. You were past the point of no return now; releasing in her was the only way she’d release you from her gaping black hole.

The knuckles that kept you stabilized above her dug into the 22 momme silk on either side of her hips. The small of her back thrusted into the bed, dancing in sync with the slowly sliding cock that was thrusting into her ass. Yiren let out an elongated moan throughout until you filled her fully.

“Destroy me,” Yiren commanded.

Inhibitions disappeared. She let out a squeal as the cock behind her pistoned in and out of her with every pump. With every full penetration, your balls slapped her pink outer lips like a pendulum hitting its apogee.

Yiren’s face was still buried deep into the bed. She couldn’t help smothering her face into the cum that was sliding around the bed sheets while her helpless body graciously accepted your cock.

“Gaahh.. F—ffuuck!” Yiren’s yelps could barely be heard; she was a muffled mess. Sweat dripped down your forehead as you continued to press against her soft, squishy ass. It trickled down her spine before collecting into a tiny lake at the small of her back.

“You feel my sweat dripping down your back, Yiren? That’s how hard you’re making me work for your ass right now. Fuuuck. I hope you appreciate just how much my cock loves being in there and widening your tight hole. What do you have to say about that, Yiren? Is your ass thankful for this cock?”

“Mmhmm.” She nodded into the sheets giving her approval. Then she let out another undecipherable moan. It wasn’t understandable without any context, but then you felt her hips buckle and understood what she meant when you looked down.

“Fuck, Yiren, cumming already just from anal? I haven’t even stuck it in that hole yet!” Below, the red silk sheets had darkened in the area between her crotch. Her pussy dripped from the sensation that tickled her prostate. Yiren was clearly enjoying herself as much as you.

The job wasn’t yet finished, though. Pendulums continued to swing. Your bent elbows gave in, unable to hold up your own body weight. The feeling of your sweat stuck to you as you fell on top of Yiren’s back. Hot breaths forced its way out of your lips that pressed against Yiren’s ear.

“Baby, can you handle this?” you whispered to her as you continued thrusting.

She nodded into the sheets again. For some reason, you didn’t believe her.

“Baby, can you handle this?” you repeated. Again, she nodded. And again, you didn’t believe her.

“I don’t think you’re ready for this jelly,” you told her.

“No, please! I’m ready! Cum in my ass! Fill me up like you promised!” Cum still managed to ooze through her lips as she begged for it to ooze elsewhere. It was great to see from such a willing participant. Even better were the words that oozed through those cum-smacking lips. It was exactly what you wanted to hear come out of that expensive mouth.

“Good, because your body’s too bootylicious for me to not cum.”

A couple more thrusts and your sensitive cock was ready to give Yiren another heaping helping of cum. You pulled out just enough until only your tip remained in her. Yiren’s ass cheek rippled boisterously from the merciless smack of your hand, signaling to her that you were ready to fulfill your promise.

“Fuck, Yiren!”

She shook her ass trying to coax your cum into her used hole. You could feel her tighten as you released into her. There was a faint popping sound as you slowly pulled out. Cum dripped out of her spread ass, joining her slick that soaked the silk. There was no way those sheets could be used again, given how destroyed it was from the session.

There was a tiny section at the edge of the bed that remained untouched and free of bodily fluids. You rolled over to the clean area, catching your breath and staring up at the ceiling. Yiren laid motionless beside you, unable to move due to her limbs still bound to one another. Cum dripped out of everywhere except the one place that remained pristine. Luckily for her, you still had enough of an appetite saved up to continue the Yiren buffet. There was always enough room for dessert.

“You ready for one more round, Yiren?”

“Fffmph mmph kkunn.” She was still lying face down, unable to lift her face out of the bed sheets to properly answer the question. You flipped her over. Yiren’s face was covered in a thick and sticky face mask.

“What did you say?”

“I said, ‘Fuck my cunt.’”

“Fuck my cunt, what?”

She probably would’ve been rolling her eyes if not for the heavy dose of cream that kept her eyelids shut. “Fuck my cunt, please.”

“Well, okay. Since you asked nicely.”

One more time. Despite your cock feeling sore and spent from making Yiren’s body a wasteland of cum, there was still just enough energy for one last ride. Yiren was still wet from her earlier orgasm. It made it easier to slip into her despite how tight she was. Yiren winced when you were fully in her.

“God, Yiren, you’re so fucking tight. You sure you been fucked properly before? All these rich ass pricks with little dicks coming in here and barely making a dent in this tight pussy of yours.”

Not that you were complaining, you loved the way Yiren squeezed tightly around you.

“Those baby carrots couldn’t even make me cum. Why don’t you show me how to get properly fucked? Make this high-class pussy worth the money you spent on it.”

Yiren squealed in surprise when you picked her up off the bed and carried her toward the wall above the headboard. Her entire body pressed flatly against the white surface, her shackled limbs included. Even through the long session, her muscles were still limber enough to maintain the spread body dictated by her handcuffs. Then like a skilled taxidermist, you stuck your pin into your butterfly specimen, admiring all the hard work it had taken to fill her up and mount her for display. Her back climbed up the wall when your cock penetrated her and pinned her to the cold white surface.

“Let me show you how to get properly fucked,” you told her.

One thrust, she lets out a drawn out moan. Second thrust, she’s biting her bottom lip. Every subsequent thrust after that? She’s yelling through the strands of white viscous fluid dripping down her face that was trying to keep her lips shut: “Fuck me! Oh God, no one’s ever fucked me like this before! No one’s filled me like you!” For the first time, Yiren was feeling how to properly get fucked.

She was a disheveled mess as you kept pushing her into the wall. The cum coming out of her ass dripped down the wall while the cum on her face trickled down to her supple breasts that subtly bounced with each thrust. The walls violently shook to the point where even the room next door would’ve felt Yiren’s impending orgasm.

“You love the way I fuck you, don’t you, Yiren? Your wet pussy finally getting its money’s worth. What a deep fuckin’ value.”

She let out a seductive moan. “Oh God, this cunt is yours! Only yours!”

You launched harder. “Prove it to me, Yiren. Cum for me like you mean it, like it’s the first and last true orgasm you’ll ever feel. Because it is, no one’s going to make you cum like I do.”

“Fuck!” On cue, her cunt tightened around your driving cock. She sprayed out, her own cum now coating your cock and the wall beneath her, proving that no one had ever made her cum as hard as you.

“That’s right, Yiren. Lather my dick, I own your pussy.” You lost her for a moment in her own orgasm. Her eyes closed underneath the white on her face while she trembled against your body. It awoke your cock one last time as you felt the familiar sensation of your fluid shooting through your shaft, and with a couple more thrusts, you joined Yiren in her orgasm.

Yiren’s enjoyment in her own bliss was short-lived. She opened her eyes, feeling the warmth of your cream filling up her final frontier. There wasn’t anywhere left for your cock to explore. Unable to hold her up any longer after your third orgasm, you tossed her onto the bed and plopped down next to her.

For a moment, Yiren laid on the bed like a forbidden cinnamon roll, glazed with icing that dripped from every crack and crevice of her used body. Then with a simple flick of her wrists, she managed to break out of her handcuffs. She jumped out of the bed to reach into the drawer again, this time for the key that would release her from the useless steel bracelets. Cum still dripped everywhere out of Yiren as she found a hand towel in the drawer.

It was surprising to see all that power and energy come from Yiren’s lightweight frame, especially after such a grueling fuckfest. The girl was definitely special. “I guess I shouldn’t be surprised, but damn, Yiren.”

“You act like these are police-grade handcuffs. I could’ve gotten out of these easily at any time if I wanted. They’re more for the first-timers to help them unleash their deepest desires without reservation. Last thing we need is a loss of business from someone who felt like they spent a fuck ton of money for a shit experience just because they didn’t tell us what they wanted.”

“Fair enough,” you replied.

Yiren looked at the timer on the wall that counted down the time left in the session. “Well, there’s a couple minutes left. If you end it now, you’ll still be charged for the full rate, so you might as well use it up. Anything else you wanna do?”

It was going to be hard to go for another round after dumping three different loads into Yiren’s various holes. There wasn’t enough time or bullets in the chamber to make that work.

“How about we just talk?” you suggested.

“It’s your money,” Yiren said as she started to wipe herself off and put her clothes back on.

“Hmm… Have you had any memorable clients? Any high-profile billionaires come in here? Bezos? Musk?”

“Well, a couple months ago, Yoojung from Weki Meki was one of my clients. The actual Yoojung, can you believe that? She probably could’ve met me out in the real world and I would’ve just given it to her for free. Anyway, someone like her coming in here? There were a lot of wandering eyes that night asking how much for a night with her. Obviously, it would have to be kept a secret since we don’t have contract rights from Fantagio. They refuse to partner with Idol Club.”

“Wait, you’re telling me Yoojung actually came in here and fucked a guy for money?”

“I’m not allowed to say due to client confidentiality. But, hypothetically speaking, there may have been seven to eight men that night who may have ponied up 10× our normal going rate just to possibly have a bukkake party with her.”

“Fuck, 10× the normal rate just to cum on her face while seven other guys stroke their cock and watch? Is she really worth that much?”

“We don’t get a lot of female clients, understandably, so you could imagine just how horny they all were when an idol like Yoojung walked into the club, and not as an employee. Clients are willing to pay more for that. And like I said, since Idol Club doesn’t have the contract rights for Yoojung, it’s a ‘risk’ upcharge to make sure she’s covered if Fantagio ever finds out. And if you ask me, if that did actually happen—and I’m not saying it did, because that would be a breach of contract—she’s definitely worth the money. She’ll fuck anyone and she’s really good at it. Hypothetically, of course. I’m not allowed to discuss how other clients spend their time and money here.”

Suddenly, the sound of a bell chime played twice over the in-ceiling speakers.

“Well, that’s the end of the session. I hate to do this but my employer has me ask a couple of questions, an exit survey, if you will. It’s kind of hardwired in me at this point, so here goes: on a scale of one to five, how satisfied were you with your Yiren experience?”

“Five.”

“Great! I trust we’ve earned your patronage as well for the foreseeable future?”

“Of course.”

“That’s good to hear! If you wanna get me again, just give the host my employee id number: Yiren, #2567.”

“Thank you so much, Yiren #25…”

“67,” she finished.

She walked towards the door that automatically opened when she was near enough. The door across the hallway happened to open at the same time; some other client’s session must have just finished up as well. Another Yiren android walked out of that room, greeting your Yiren when they both bumped into each other in the hallway.

“Hey, 2567,” you heard the other Yiren say.

“Hey, 0113. Five stars?” your Yiren asked. Yiren #0113 just gave her a knowing nod, careful not to give away her client’s satisfaction since the door was still open and he was still within earshot.

Yiren #0113 then mouthed, “You?” It didn’t really matter that Yiren #2567 had her back faced toward you. You already knew her response without her even making an audible noise.

One of our best. Nothing but good reviews from her many, many clients. It wasn’t hard to understand why your personal host raved so much about her. She was a popular model at Idol Club, it seemed, and it was well-deserved, given her light weight and flexibility.

Together, the Yiren androids walked back to the main room of Idol Club to continue making passive income for the idol who had loaned out her likeness to them.

It was almost hard to believe that a small club possessed the unrivaled technology to produce life-like sex robots based on 3D scans of girl group idols. The sex you just had with an Yiren android felt as good as the real thing. You were uncertain when you first entered, but Idol Club made a loyal customer out of you.

You’d definitely be back for more.

The Naughty List

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Isa was a naughty girl and she knew it.

A jolt of electricity dissipated from your lips when you pulled away from Isa’s. It could’ve lit up Christmas lights with how electrifying her kisses were. Her eyes opened and filled with wonder, the same kind of wonder a child would get staying up until midnight to open Christmas presents. Except it wasn’t quite midnight yet. Isa wanted her present anyway.

In the dark, Isa purred, begging to unwrap her gift early. “You know what I want.”

“You can’t even wait until Christmas? Just ten more minutes, Isa.”

The slippery eels on her face that met your lips just a second ago were now drooping at their heads and tails. She definitely couldn’t wait.

“No. Now.”

Hands at her hips, you turned her around, pressing her against old, untreated wood. The walls creaked at even the slightest pressure of Isa’s breasts pressed up against it. She held in a whimper as mahogany threatened your girlfriend with splinters if she wasn’t careful. Did it matter? She was willing to go this far for her present.

Silky strands of smooth blonde hair tickled the tips of your fingers that slowly ran down the back of her head and neck.

“You’re such a tease, babe,” Isa said.

“You’re the one who wanted this, not me.” At the point where her luscious locks turned into white cotton top, you lifted your finger just slightly, moving it lower until your finger now rested on the top of Isa’s black velvet skirt.

Isa pressed further into the mahogany. Slowly, she let out her bated breath as she felt your index finger tracing the shape of her protruding ass until it made way to the hem. In the moment of sweet surrender, she almost didn’t notice your bare cock pressing through the velvet between her ass cheeks. Almost.

Without thought, she caved. “I want my present. Fuck me.”

There was still time until Christmas proper. Hearing her beg for it just made it that much more enjoyable. There was still a lot of time to milk the moment.

Her skirt was too tight. It was also too short. You dragged your finger past the hem, lightly tickling her thick, creamy thighs until it reached the ticklish part of the back of her knee. Her skin became tactile from the goosebumps produced from your sensitive touch. Her knee knocked against the wall in response, making the wood creak again. Then slowly, your finger found its way back up, this time running up her inner thigh, driving up her skirt and finding its way between her tight folds.

“Wow, no panties. Such a naughty girl. I don’t know if Santa can give you a present this year, babe.” Isa couldn’t tell if you were being serious. Not wanting to risk it, she wiggled her ass to and fro, feeling every knuckle of your finger in her pussy as if it was the only sex she was going to receive for Christmas.

“No, please. Fuck me. I’ll be good next year, I promise.”

Who the fuck was she kidding? And why even kid yourself?

Isa was a naughty girl and you knew it.

“Luckily for you, even naughty girls get presents.” If that wasn’t enough confirmation for her that you were allowing her to open her Christmas present early, you thrusted in a second finger into her cunt, shoving it as deep as humanly possible. “Tight. And I’m not even talking about just the skirt.”

“Please, babe. No more teasing. I can’t wait any longer. Fuck me.”

“Such a fucking naughty girl you are. But I guess you’ve earned this.” You pulled out. Your fingers dripped sweet Isa fluid that managed to lubricate her walls in the heat of the intense makeout session from earlier. Again, you tugged at the hem of her skirt. But this time, you pulled up. Her ass slowly laid bare until her skirt wrapped around at the top of her waist.

Isa crept on the tip of her toes as you cupped at her bare cheeks. “Such good cheeks for such a naughty girl.”

“Umph!” she cried out as you slapped her ass. For a brief moment, it glowed redder than Rudolph’s nose before settling on a perfectly seared shade of pink. Her waist peeled off the wall, thrusting her ass against your cock and begging you to fuck her.

You pushed down on the small of her back, fixing her angle for an easier penetration. Your hands grabbed back onto her hips, reaching around and feeling her moist pussy lips before pushing out her inner thighs so that her legs spread wide. She perked her butt up toward you, the pink between her crotch highlighted by the faint glow of artificial light that seeped into the room.

Isa was impatient. Instead of waiting for you to stick it in her, she backed up into you, jamming her pussy onto your unsuspecting cock. It was a welcomed surprise.

She pushed off against the wall and sank further into you. She let out a cautionary moan. Then her waist pulled back closer to the wall, and she pushed off again as if she were doing a vertical push up. With every slam against your cock, her ass rippled. Isa’s moans started to gain confidence until she was yelling out your name in sensual moans.

You barely had to work for it. Isa was doing all the work for her early Christmas present. Even as your hands left her hips, Isa found her groove and was able to direct her crotch onto yours without the need of your hands for stability. Instead, your hands crept up her tummy, reaching under her white top and feeling her aroused nipples on top of her supple breasts that swayed with each of Isa’s pushes off the wall.

“Wow, no bra, either. Such a naughty girl, indeed.”

She bit her lip as she rotated her head around enough for you to see her profile. “Shut up and keep fucking me.”

You pulled off, denying her of an orgasm. Isa turned to face you. “What’s wrong, babe?”

“Suck me off for a little bit.” Naughty girls like her deserved to be punished for their insolence.

She did promise she’d be a good girl. And like all good girls, she followed the order given to her, pushing off the wall one last time and genuflecting in front of you.

“Show me what Santa’s got for me in that big sack.”

“God, you’re definitely a naughty girl. All you’re getting this year is a hot load of cum.”

Without hesitation, her luscious lips parted and wrapped around your shaft. Her hand grabbed at your base, lightly squeezing your balls and coaxing you to unload her present from that heavy sack.

First, she sucked the tip and pulled away.

“Do you want your present or not?” you asked her.

The second time, she leaned in and took half of it before pulling away again.

“I want it,” she said, “but I want to enjoy the moment.”

You were losing patience. On the third time around, you tugged at the back of her head, pushing her deep onto your cock until her bottom lip grazed the top of your balls.

“Ungh!” Isa’s eyes widened. So did her throat. She wasn’t expecting a deep throatfuck.

“Girls on the naughty list don’t get to decide when they get their presents.” Then like a puppeteer, you made her mouth do things to your cock by moving your hands against her head as she bobbed back and forth.

She started to drool. Her saliva dripped onto the wooden floor that had worn from all the feet that dragged on it throughout the years. It left a puddle that soaked into the mahogany. Every subsequent thrust tickled further down her throat. Tears started to ruin her mascara, but Isa was getting used to the feeling. She was so close to getting her present.

“Fuck, Isa. Just remember, you wanted this. So take it like the naughty girl you are.”

“Mmphh!” she let out. Her lips tightened around your shaft. Her tongue, which had played innocent up until now, was sloshing against the cock in her mouth. She was starting to accept her role as a naughty girl.

“I hope you’re ready for a load of cum on your face.”

Suddenly, Isa broke through the stranglehold you had on the back of her head, pulling off your cock completely.

“No! Not on my face,” she said as she got up off the floor. “I don’t have any wet wipes.”

“Well, where do you want it, then?”

A look of sinister playfulness overcame her. She continued to drool when her lips lifted into a smile, then she said the three words that would make any man fall in love: “In my pussy.”

The weight of Isa’s entire body shifted onto you as she lunged forward. Her arms wrapped around your neck. Her legs wrapped around your waist. One more kiss and you pressed her against the wall again. Her back scratched up against the wood when she felt your cock jam between her legs.

Off in the distance, the sound of bells chimed. The room filled with the sound of a chorus of joyous carolers.

“Do you hear that?” you asked Isa. “Every time a bell rings, an angel gets fucked. Merry Christmas, babe.”

Her moans were definitely angel-like, more than deserving of the compliment you just gave her. She wasn’t really paying attention, though. Isa was too focused on chasing that orgasm she had begged for. The walls creaked again with every thrust, almost drowning out the sound of the bells. Meanwhile, the carolers were drowned out by Isa’s constant yelps. “Oh God, just fuck me! Fuck me until I get what I want! I’m a naughty girl! I’m your naughty girl!”

“Damn right, you’re my naughty girl.” You grabbed at her ass. Each thrust into the wall led to a grunt as you slammed harder into Isa’s pussy. She moaned in unison. Even the screams of the wood walls giving way played in tempo with the collective moans that filled the room, producing a chord that clashed with the carolers outside.

“I’m close, baby. Let’s cum together,” Isa begged.

The carolers stopped singing, allowing you to fully enjoy Isa’s heavy moans in its intended glory. She really did have an angelic voice that was pleasing to the ear, whether it be belting out lyrics to one of her songs or enjoying a good fucking.

Her terse breaths were getting even shorter by the second. Her pert breasts that protruded through her translucent top heaved heavily until she came as promised.

She let out an unadulterated moan. Her walls tightened around you, pulsating around your driving cock. The back of her head knocked against the wall behind her as she let her orgasm take her. The tightness of her cunt finally managed to squeeze out your own orgasm, keeping your promise of the simultaneous climax.

“God, that’s it! Fill me up!” Isa screamed.

In the dead of winter, the white fluids that made Isa’s pussy creamy was welcomed for its warmth. It filled Isa’s womb, unleashing every drop of semen saved in your sack until there was nothing left to give. Isa finally got what she wanted: the gift of a hot load of cum.

Isa unwrapped from your waist and fell onto the bench next to you. Her chest heaved heavily. “Thanks for the Christmas present, babe. I can’t wait to see what you get me next year!”

Isa pulled down her top and skirt while you pulled up your pants.

“We can never come back here again. You know that, right?”

There was no need for her to answer the rhetorical question. Isa fixed her hair, accepting the fate she had bestowed upon herself when she asked for the early Christmas present. “I’m ready,” she said.

She wasn’t as ready as she thought she was. As you swung the door open, Isa tugged down at her black velvet skirt that was still riding up her ass cheeks from behind. When she stepped out, cum trickled down her inner thigh and dripped onto the checkered tiles below. Isa bowed almost apologetically.

“Sorry,” she let out in a somewhat hushed tone. There was no remorse behind her apology.

Pious patrons pressed their patellas on pews. Some were deep in prayer and ignored her. Others snickered. A majority looked at both of you in deep disgust. In that moment, even the pastor in the middle of his sermon managed to acknowledge the two lost souls who just exited the confessional booth uncouth and unkempt. It was a packed house for midnight mass.

Isa was a naughty girl and now everyone knew it.

The Perfect Shot

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In all your years serving as a cameraman for the long-running Korean variety show Running Man, never had you met a guest so desperate to avoid the penalty.

“Oppa, jebal!” Rosé’s hands clasped together under her chin as her pleading eyes begged for your help.

“You can speak in English if it makes it easier.” Of course, it was easier for her. It was more of a formality than permission. She seemed pleasantly surprised to learn there was another English speaker in the room.

“Oh! Good,” Rosé responded. “Oppa, can’t you pull some strings with the PD to boost my rank so I can avoid the penalty?” Her sexy Australian accent overshadowed her conniving disposition. “Please, I’ll do anything.”

“Is that why you dragged me in here and locked the door?”

Rosé’s slender frame stood against the double metal doors she previously locked, trapping the two of you in a maintenance closet. It was a good thing the shoot was on a break just before the final mission; Rosé seemed intent on keeping you trapped with her until she got what she wanted.

The camera on your shoulder was getting heavier by the second. Placing it on the shelf was the best option, making sure Rosé was still in the shot while it kept recording. It was something the producer always preached to the cameramen: always keep the camera rolling. Even in a down time, you never knew what footage the editors would use for the episode. Some of the best scenes happened during breaks.

“Stay right there and give me a second; I need to get the perfect shot,” you told Rosé.

Getting the perfect shot was as much an art as it was a science, but as you stood there playing with the camera settings, the idea of Rosé helping you obtain the perfect shot crept into your thoughts. No, not the camera shot—a cumshot. Topless Rosé on her knees in front of your cock, lips pouted, begging for a streak of white to shoot all over her face and drip down her tiny tits: that was the perfect shot.

The camera was finally set up to your liking. You turned around to see Rosé still standing in front of the locked doors like you ordered, hands still clasped together and waiting with bated breath for your response. There was a fire burning behind those determined eyes that communicated her willingness to lie, steal, or cheat. If it was going to get her out of the penalty, she was willing to do it.

“So what do you say, oppa? Will you help me or not? I really can’t take the penalty, I’m sure we can help each other somehow.”

On a show that favored distinct personalities, Rosé was the best kind of guest. A marketable woman like her made for great content. She was brazen. She was desperate. But most importantly, she was sex personified. Cameramen salivated at the opportunity to be assigned to a guest like her. Now, it was Rosé who was going to be the one salivating—all over your cock.

“So how far are you willing to go to make that happen?” you asked.

Rosé stared back in exasperation like she was growing tired of haggling down the price of a car with an unwavering salesperson. She knew exactly what you had in mind. She was hoping you’d make a less-sexual suggestion as a discount for your help, but Rosé’s leverage disappeared the second she said she’d do “anything”. There was defeat behind her eyes. Her shoulders drooped. Her fingers untangled, arms now crossed against her chest. She realized she misplayed her hand and was annoyed she committed to paying full price.

She let out an elongated sigh. “I said I’d do anything.” Her gaze dropped down until she was staring directly at your crotch. And if that wasn’t enough, she clasped her hands again, making short jerking motions in front of her mouth, tongue pressing her cheek outward as if she were sucking a lollipop. If it wasn’t obvious before, it was obvious now.

There it was: the opportunity for the perfect shot.

“You like food, right?” you asked her.

“Of course.”

Rosé’s eyes slowly widened in surprise at the unfolding scene. The metal on your belt buckle clanked against the concrete floor, bringing your pants down to your ankles in the process. “You’re gonna love this meal I prepared for you, then.”

Rosé didn’t look completely disgusted at the idea—this was all her doing, after all. She knelt down and grabbed onto you, stroking until the cock in her hands was fully erect.

Rosé’s eyes grew even larger. “That’s a huge… meal.” She opened her mouth as wide as she could, stuffing the massive meal into her hungry mouth. Even then, she could only go about halfway down your shaft before withdrawing. She went back for seconds. Then thirds. You tugged at her cotton candy pink hair as she twirled her tongue around you and bobbed back and forth onto your shaft. Rosé couldn’t get enough of the smorgasbord.

Foodsé wasn’t a secret: everyone knew Rosé loved eating, but only a few select men (yourself now included) knew that Rosé was also a cock connoisseur. Her tongue continuously swirled around you, savoring your cock like a fine wine as it tickled her discerning palate. It was no wonder why she was such a good singer; her vocal chords must’ve been lubricated from all the guys she’s swallowed.

“Damn, Rosé. You should be a guest on this show all the time.”

You lifted up her black compression top as Rosé’s tiny but perky tits popped out from underneath. Her milky breasts were soft and supple, jiggling at even the slightest touch. You pinched at Rosé’s rivetingly rosy nipples, causing her to belt out a moan that vibrated against your cock.

Beyond the door, the PD was calling out for the cast to make their way back to the set. Hearing the news, Rosé’s back suddenly arched up in attention. Her lips briefly tightened around your shaft before pulling off, her hand continuing to stroke you.

“Are you close, oppa? You heard the PD, hurry up!”

“You know, this would go a lot more quickly if you actually made an effort. If I don’t cum, no deal, Rosé.”

Rosé grew impatient. Her grasp tightened against you. Her left bicep pulsated, those milky breasts rippling freely as her furious strokes increased to a maddening pace. It was nice, but not exactly a part of the original agreement. You slapped her hand away.

“Nope. Use your pretty little lips.”

“Ugh, fine!” Rosé’s lips parted, your cock easily sliding between the saliva-lubricated hole that her lips created.

There wasn’t much time now. Rosé looked back up at you, her piercing eyes beseeching you for your sticky sweet dessert to fill her mouth. Her tongue slid underneath your shaft before she continued to lick the tip in circular motions like an ice cream cone. With Rosé finally making a conscious effort, it was only a matter of time now. You knew you couldn’t deny Rosé’s request any longer.

A familiar tingling washed over your body: a wave of cum was about to flood Rosé’s unsuspecting mouth. You grabbed the back of Rosé’s head and thrusted into her, successfully getting Rosé to fit the whole thing between her puckered lips. Rosé’s accommodating throat had widened; you were nearly halfway down her now.

Rosé’s nose pressed into your crotch as she waited for her Michelin-starred meal. A tear streamed from her watery eyes and landed at the base of your cock, a result of Rosé attempting to resist her gag reflex.

A blast of flavor finally exploded into her mouth. Streams of salty sweet cum squirted out and filled Rosé’s warm throat. She let out a groan that slowly turned into a gargle as she drowned in cum. Her cheeks—ready to burst—puffed out as her mouth reached maximum capacity.

“I can see why you got the nickname ‘Chipmunk’,” you told Rosé. It was a cheeky joke that fell on deaf ears; she was too busy choking down nuts to appreciate the humor.

It was too much for her to handle. She pulled away and coughed out the deposited cum. It dripped down her chin, spilling onto her perky tits and tight stomach before settling on her black leggings just between her thighs. There wasn’t any time for a break; even as she continued to gasp for air, you continued to unload a barrage of semen at her insatiable mouth.

Rosé was a mess when you were finally done. Her chest heaved heavily as cum continued to drop onto the outfit she was supposed to use for the final mission. She tossed her hands up in frustration, unsure what to do with the mess.

“You don’t have to swallow if you don’t want to,” you said. “Just spit it out.”

Rosé let the remaining cum ooze out of her mouth; she was too much of a lady to spit it out. The giant blob of liquid white dribbled down her lips. She tucked in her chin and directed the cum onto her pants—they were already ruined anyway.

“This better be enough to earn me an exemption for the penalty,” Rosé said, her words slightly garbled by the leftover cum in her mouth.

“I’ll see what I can do.”

“I’ll see what I can do?” Rosé repeated.

All that trouble only to get a half-assed promise of “I’ll see what I can do”. A fire lit behind her disillusioned eyes that gazed up with murderous intent. Rosé’s lips squeezed so tightly together that any cum still in her mouth squeezed out and formed a thin milky line between her lips. She crossed her arms in a huff. Her tiny tits pressed together, causing the cum on her chest to disappear between her newfound cleavage. But then she looked down and saw there were more pressing problems to prioritize: there was no time to change and she still hadn’t figured out how to deal with the mess.

“Oppa, what am I supposed to do with all of your cum? I’m supposed to wear this for the final mission! I can’t just walk out like this!”

“It’s fine. Everyone will be rolling in a sticky goop for the final mission anyway. Looks just like cum. Just say you were practicing in it.”

Rosé wiped the mess off her chin with her compression shirt before pulling it back down over her cum-covered breasts. She pulled a white cotton shirt and orange mesh vest over it, trying to conceal as much as she could. It didn’t help much. The cum managed to seep through all three layers almost instantly, causing her clothing to stick to her toned body. She stormed out of the closet, leaving you behind to clean up.

“I hope you’re right,” she said as she slammed the door behind her.

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Rosé was a hot, disheveled mess, but the cast and crew didn’t even say a word when she came out in her ruined clothes. Everyone mistook it for the white soapy liquid that was going to be used for the last game. Rosé let out a sigh of relief that went unnoticed by everyone but the camera.

When the results were tallied after the final game, Rosé was relieved her name wasn’t mentioned for the penalty. She gave a wink at you through your camera monitor, a small token of her gratitude for helping to raise her rank.

As the shoot ended for the day, you sneakily removed the tape from your camera and shoved it into your pocket—it was definitely going home with you for your private collection.

YouWeMe Part 8: The Devil Wears Nada

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The mega mall in Yeouido is a beautiful sight to behold. Standing at eight stories, the behemoth towers over most buildings in the area and shields you from the midday sun. At the entrance, Lucy is sitting on a bench with her head buried in her phone. No sight of Yoojung yet, but you approach the girl.

“Hi Lucy.”

“Ugh, finally. I was wondering when you were—oh. Sorry, I thought you were someone else.” When Lucy looks up from her phone and meets your gaze, the excitement in her pupils turns to disappointment. It’s clear that she’s waiting on the same person you are: Yoojung.

“I’ll save you some trouble: I’m bus guy. I assume you’ve heard of me? I know you’re meeting Yoojung here.”

Her disappointment disappears again, returning to a look of curiosity as she scans you from head to toe.

“Ah, so you’re the infamous bus guy. It’s nice to finally meet you!” Lucy stands to bow to you. “Yoojung unnie said she was going to be late.”

“That’s fine, I can wait.”

“Well, she might be a while and I don’t want to keep you waiting in this summer weather. How about I text her later to meet us inside? Come on.”

Lucy grabs your hand and leads you into the air-conditioned mall, up numerous escalators, and zig zags her way through the army of clothing racks—past the shoes, the kids department, and mens clothing. When she finally stops, there is nothing but a sea of swimwear in all directions.

“The unnies were planning a weekend trip to the beach. I don’t have swimwear, so Yoojung unnie said she’d take me to the mall to pick out swimsuits and she’d pay for it. Since she isn’t here yet, you can help me pick out something!”

She methodically walks around the army of racks, carefully inspecting pieces that pique her interest.

“What kind of swimwear are you looking for?” you ask.

She continues to look through the thousands of choices. “I’m looking for something a little less conservative and a little more… risqué.”

Lucy pulls a two-piece off one of the racks, comparing it against her body as she tries to determine if it’s a good fit. From your view, it definitely looks like a good fit on her, but all you can think about is how it would look even better on the floor.

An idea enters your head that causes an excitement in your pants. You start wandering around the area trying to find the skimpiest two-piece imaginable for Lucy to try on. It doesn’t take long to find what you’re looking for. You pull it off the rack—it’s a little red number, the top looking like it would just barely cover her nipples, and the bottom a thong bikini that leaves nothing to the imagination.

“Hey Lucy, what about this?” you ask, pointing at the red strings that barely pass as clothing dangling off the hanger you hold in your hand.

“Hmm… looks a little… small.”

“Well, why don’t you try it on first and see?”

Lucy grins, grabbing the bikini from you before she spots one of the department store workers.

“Excuse me, where is the fitting room?”

The older lady points to the corner of the store. When you get there, you try to sneakily walk into the dressing room with her, but Lucy stops you.

“Wait out here.”

She locks the door behind her as you dejectedly slump into one of the chairs just outside the dressing rooms. After what seems like an eternity, Lucy calls out to you.

“Hey, can you come in here, please?”

You excitedly rush back into the dressing rooms. There’s a slight crack in Lucy’s dressing room door calling out to you to come in. Your imagination runs wild on what adventures possibly await you beyond the door.

You slowly open it little by little until it’s open just enough for you to slide in. Lucy slams the door behind you. You turn around to see Lucy leaning against the door, your jaw dropping in stunned silence at her almost-naked body.

“So, what do you think?” Lucy devilishly smiles, eagerly awaiting your feedback.

You’re glad you picked that particular bikini: Lucy looks so hot and fuckable in it. Your eyes gaze straight into hers, making its way down to see Lucy sexually licking her lips. Your gaze travels down further to her visibly hard nipples pressing against the thin red swatches of fabric on her chest that barely cover anything. Lucy’s youthful, supple breasts are on full display, her cleavage and underboob calling out to you, begging to be grabbed. Your eyeline passes her toned stomach down to her bikini bottoms, or lack thereof. The red string that’s supposed to provide cover is instead engulfed between her pink lips, and when she spins around for you, a nice pair of bare cheeks stare back. Lucy in that outfit is the physical embodiment of sin, and in that moment, it would be worth spending eternity in the second circle of hell for a piece of her body.

“Well,” you say as you slowly inch toward her, “I think with that devilish body, you’ve gotta be punished.” You press Lucy against the door, your face just inches from hers.

“Oh yeah? What are you gonna do about it… daddy?” Lucy smiles knowing exactly what you’re gonna do about it. Your ears perk up hearing Lucy call you daddy: you quite like the sound of it.

You slowly slide your index finger between her pillowy breasts, curling your finger around the string that’s just barely keeping her clothed. You pull your finger toward you, easily undoing Lucy’s top as it floats to the floor, just as you imagined.

Lucy bites her lower lip while staring at you. “Is that all you’re going to do? I don’t think daddy’s naughty girl learned her lesson.”

“Oh, I’m not done.” You press your index finger against her chest again, slowly grazing her skin as it starts to form goosebumps from your gentle touch. Your finger lowers through Lucy’s bare breasts, down every crevice of her abs before finally making its way down to her needy pussy. You rub her smooth, pink lips with one finger on either side of her entrance. Lucy tries to hold in her excitement but as you continue to rub, Lucy’s cool breath travels down your chest as she exhales from her nose.

You move her bikini that obstructs her entrance to the side of her thigh. Lucy winces as your fingers start to penetrate her, stunned at how good it feels inside her. The heels of her feet steadily lift off the ground, her body being held up by the tips of her toes as her torso slides up the door you have her propped up against.

You withdraw your surprisingly soaked fingers from her, tugging on Lucy’s bikini bottom as you exit. It doesn’t take much effort before it glides to the ground, her naked body now staring at you.

“Wow, you’re already this wet for me?” you ask as you examine Lucy’s slick trickling down your fingers.

“Don’t stop, daddy,” Lucy begs as she tries to futilely take your fingers and re-insert them in her. You decide to punish her for trying to get off without your permission, pushing your fingers into Lucy’s salivating mouth instead.

“You like the way you taste?”

Lucy tickles your fingers with the top of her tongue, running it across each joint as she sucks and swallows the mixture of her saliva and slick. Lucy can only nod as her beckoning eyes implore you to take her further.

There’s no point in stopping now: you’ve gone past the point of no return. Ravaging Lucy’s sinfully-tight body is well worth losing an invitation to heaven. Not that you need the invitation, anyway—feeling Lucy’s wet walls around your stiff cock was going to be heavenly enough.

You take your fingers out of Lucy’s satisfied mouth and hurriedly unbutton your pants and shirt as they join the red bikini on the floor. You wrap your arms around Lucy’s hips. In response, Lucy wraps her arms around your neck and jumps up onto you as her legs lock around your waist, her heavenly entrance pressing against your erect shaft.

With Lucy now clinging onto you like a koala, you carry her toward the opposite side of the room, pinning her back against the mirror that adorns the wall.

Lucy whispers in your ear, “Punish me, daddy.”

You line up your cock, aiming right between her hungry thighs, sticking just the tip in before pulling out again: you really want her to beg for it. She lets out a whimper, pleading for you to stick it back in.

Lucy’s been punished enough. You slowly thrust into her until you’re fully pressed into Lucy’s warm, inviting pussy. Lucy leans her head back in enjoyment, closing her eyes as her lips part like the Red Sea to let out a moan.

“Fuck, daddy, what big cock you have.”

“The better to punish you with, my dear,” you reply, enjoying thrusting against Lucy’s red, riding hood.

Your hips continue to rock back and forth, Lucy’s breasts bouncing up and down with each thrust. As you thrust harder, the wall rattles wildly and the mirror almost dislodges from its position on the wall. It’s a good thing no one else is trying on clothes, they would’ve definitely heard the loud raucous coming from your dressing room.

“Have you learned your lesson yet?” you ask Lucy. She only smiles and shakes her head, the tightening grip of her legs around your waist only begging you to keep going.

*knock knock*

The sudden banging on the door interrupts your session—it’s the attendant who directed Lucy to the fitting rooms earlier. Lucy covers your mouth, but it doesn’t stop you from continuing to punish her pussy.

“Everything fitting okay, miss?” she questions through the unlocked door.

“Oh yes, it’s nice and tight. Fits just like a glove in me—I mean ON me. But I think this would make me so wet… at the beach.” Lucy winks at you.

The older lady luckily doesn’t catch all the sexual innuendos. “Maybe I can pull a couple tankinis off the rack for you to try on? It would be a looser fit and provide more skin coverage so you won’t get as wet.” Through the unwanted interrogation, you continue to fuck Lucy, softening your thrusts so as not to cause a commotion in front of the attendant.

Lucy holds back her laughter, clearly enjoying being punished by your ramming cock as the attendant continues to remain oblivious to Lucy’s suggestive banter.

“No, that’s okay. I’m gonna see if I can stretch it out to see if it fits better, I might still take this one home with me!”

The attendant’s voice trails off as she walks away, “Okay, let me know if there’s anything I can help you with.”

As the attendant leaves, the weight of Lucy’s body starts to feel heavier under your weary legs. The sweat dripping throughout her naked body causes her to slip from your grasp. In a last-ditch effort to desperately keep her pinned up, you reposition your hands to hold Lucy up, clenching onto Lucy’s bare bottom.

“I hope you’re ready to cum, Lucy. Daddy can’t hold you up any longer.”

Like clockwork, the mirror starts to form a halo of fog around Lucy’s body as she radiates heat. Her sharp nails dig into your shoulder blades and her leg grip tightens even further. Feeling Lucy’s orgasm coming, you thrust faster into her, hoping to expedite the process.

“Fuck, daddy!” Lucy screams. Her walls constrict around you, her fluids coating your cock and dripping down the mirror. As she comes down from her high, her grip around your body starts to loosen, making it extremely hard to keep her up any longer. She leans into you and in an effort to try to prevent her from dropping, you stumble backward and fall on your butt, your sweaty back meeting the cold concrete floor. It stings like a bitch, but seeing Lucy still impaled on your cock makes it worth it.

“Now it’s my turn to make daddy cum.”

Lucy smiles as she places her hands on your chest and continues to move her dripping-wet pussy on your cock. Having already done all the heavy lifting both literally and figuratively, your tired body just watches Lucy work her magic, her breasts dangling freely in front of you and clapping against each other as she pivots on your cock. Her hair sways against your face, tickling your nose while her sweat drops from her forehead, blessing your lips with the taste of her salty sweat that mixed with her sweet jasmine and freesia perfume.

You have just enough energy left to grab onto her hips and say, “I’m so close, Lucy.”

Suddenly, the door bursts open—it’s Yoojung.

“Having fun fucking our maknae Lucy?” she asks.

Yoojung isn’t wearing anything under her already short skirt; you can see her familiar cute pussy from your view on the floor. She leans her arm against the frame and blocks the entrance. In her other hand, she’s holding out the red notebook you’ve spent days looking for. Her eyebrows scrunch together, creating wrinkles on her forehead. Yoojung doesn’t look so happy.

“Yoojung! It’s not what it looks like!”

“Oh, really? I’d love to see you explain how you managed to get your dick ‘accidentally’ stuck between Lucy’s legs.”

Her stern expression holds for a couple seconds before she bursts out in laughter. Lucy laughs along. She knowingly smiles at Yoojung as Yoojung smiles back at you. Your orgasm stalls as you try to figure out what is going on in this confusing situation.

Before you can say anything more, Yoojung says two words that confuse you even further:

“Game over.”

TO BE CONTINUED

Fairytale

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Once upon a time, in a far, far away land called SMTOWN, there lived a prince.

But he wasn’t just any prince—he was Prince Charming. No, even that wasn’t enough qualifiers; it still wasn’t enough adjectives and definitely not enough expletives.

Prince fucking Charming. In every sense of the word that “fucking” could describe.

But you already knew that, didn’t you?

Because this wasn’t just any fairytale: this was your fairytale. And in every fairytale, there was a princess begging for that happily ever after, waiting to be swept off her feet by Prince Fucking Charming himself.

The only problem was finding that princess, but we haven’t gotten that far into the story yet.

“Magic mirror on the wall, who is the biggest of them all?” It was the mantra you kept repeating to yourself in the gold leaf mirror in front of you.

The thing about magic mirrors (or any mirrors, for that matter) was that they couldn’t tell lies: they could only reflect what the beholder saw. So, it was no surprise that the mirror in front of you, magic or not, could only compliment your naked body that was still dripping in sweat, flexing after another successful female conquest.

“You were definitely the biggest I’ve had, Your Highness. And the best, if I may add.”

Silly you to think that mirrors actually talked.

The satisfied woman on the bed behind you met your gaze in the mirror, swirling her fingers around her spent pussy that spewed out white royal batter. Joy, her name was, which was fitting for the amount of joy she squirted all over the sheets. She was a wonderful woman, but she had overstayed her welcome.

“Oh. You’re still here.”

“Was I good, Your Highness?”

She wasn’t just good—she was great. Her breasts were the right size: big, supple, a handful. And God, those wide, breedable hips would’ve carried the royal bloodline all the way to the end of the empire. It still might have, given how Joy was keen to keep your load inside her. Okay, she wasn’t just good. She wasn’t just great. She was fucking amazing.

And yet, she wasn’t the princess-to-be.

It was hard to remember all the details from last night’s bender at the village’s only X-rated tavern, Ye Olde Pube. There was a beautiful woman there that chatted you up at the bar. She did a number on your riches, burning a hole in your coffers with each round of ale she begged you to buy.

But it wasn’t the same girl you left with, that much you remembered.

Things started to spiral out of control around midnight. One too many beers, and you found yourself talking with the rats that scurried across the tavern floor. When the staff finally kicked you out after what they deemed “excessive imbibement unbecoming of the future king”, there was a giant pumpkin on wheels being hauled around by the royal horses waiting for you. It was definitely a normal carriage when you first arrived, but even beer goggles had a way of altering reality. Who the hell even knew if that woman you brought to the castle last night was a princess like she claimed? Could it have all been a dream?

If it was a dream, there was no way you wanted to wake up. Because if there was one thing that you remembered from last night after the clock struck twelve, it was that this woman’s body was immaculate.

She was blessed in all the right places. She gave you the hardest orgasm you’ve ever had. But most importantly, she had the best pussy in the kingdom, hyperboles be damned.

For all the joys that Joy just gifted, she wasn’t the tight—er, right—fit for the throne.

“You were amazing, but not who I’m looking for,” you told Joy, her own joy souring to the bad news that she would not be the future queen of SMTOWN.

“But—Your Highness! Maybe we can go another round? I promise I can do better, I can be your cumdump!”

“I’ve got other girls to see today. Please get dressed and meet me outside.”

Joy didn’t put up a fight. She knew it wasn’t her. She put on her dress and exited the bedroom as commanded. There were still a slew of women waiting for a verdict on their destiny as the future Princess of SMTOWN waiting outside. It was best not to keep the others in line still waiting their turn either, so after putting on a robe, you exited the bedroom as well. Steward Heechul stood just outside the door waiting.

“Your Highness, have you found the maiden from last night yet?”

“Continue the search, Steward Heechul.”

“But, Your Highness, your father has made it very clear you must marry by the end of this week. His Majesty has grown impatient with your drunken debaucheries and has demanded grandkids to carry on the royal lineage. You’re not going to find that woman you brought to the castle last night in a week’s time, just pick one of these previous women already.”

Heechul pointed directly behind you where the women you just had sex with waited.

Ah, yes. The promiscuous fair maidens of House Red Velvet. They were the pride of the village, a quartet of minstrels that travelled the kingdom serenading men like the sirens of old Grecian lore and enchanting them with their sultry dance moves in their suggestive bustiers.

Men and women alike travelled far and wide to hear their mesmerizing songs: Ræd Flavour, Badde Boye, and Really Badde Boye. Even the treasonous Queendom was—as the younger generation called it—a “boppe”.

The four women stood in a line just outside the bedroom door, matched in their pink dresses as they eagerly awaited your decision. You walked down the line recounting the successive sex sessions you just had with them, trying to figure out if any of these women was the woman you brought home from the tavern last night.

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The first in line was Seulgi. The eldest of the three sisters, Seulgi was a little monster in the bed. She had a tight body that flowed as freely as her orgasms. And yet, for how fluid she was, she still had a hard time fully splitting her legs, unable to capture the whole length of your cock like the other girls could.

In her quest to woo and satisfy, she downed the castle’s finest red wine just before her dalliance to simulate how the woman from last night might’ve acted. And by God, was Seulgi a fucking mess, extremely more so than the woman from last night. She barely had one glass, and already she was flopping and flailing around the bed like a lost sex tyro. She repeatedly balled her hands into fists, swiping them at you and insisting she be called a bear. In her drunken clumsiness, Seulgi even managed to knock down an entire shelf off the wall. Her sophistication and professionalism on the stage was a huge departure from anything that she did underneath the sheets, which wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, but nowhere near as couth and consummate as what you expected the eldest daughter to be.

Then there was the middle sister Wendy, that poor thing. That accident years ago at the SBS Castle had her hospitalized after they forgot to drop the drawbridge for her and she fell into the moat. Those fucking barbarians. The doctors weren’t sure if she’d ever perform again. Thank the heavens that she made a full recovery, or we wouldn’t have been able to see her comedic timing as a featured player on the jester’s court that performed live every Saturday night. SBS Castle, in an act meant to extend an olive branch of peace between the kingdoms, even gave her a soap box to stand on nightly down on Young Street where she got to interview other travelling minstrels.

She loved using her voice in all sorts of ways, but none more evident to you than in the bedroom. Wendy was a moaner. She loved the feeling of a good cock in her ass. As an entertainer, Wendy was one for the theatrics, unashamed of voicing her pleasure with each ram that battered against her castle walls, gaping for anyone demanding entrance. So much so that her moans could’ve easily been mistaken for a vocal exercise, starting in her lowest comfortable register and running all the way up to an Eb7 without much effort.

The youngest, Joy, who you just finished your time with, wasn’t as fluid as Seulgi nor as vocal as Wendy. She made up for all of that with her confidence in the bedroom, doing things that the other two sisters just couldn’t do with the perceived experience of a woman much older than her. In fact, given her height and sexual maturity, she could’ve easily been mistaken for the eldest.

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And speaking of older women, the trio’s mother Lady Irene—or “mommy”, as she liked to be called in the bedroom—was an absolute goddess, but she had a reputation for being a cold, cruel, and calculated tyrant (it definitely extended into the bedroom). Word had spread all across the land about the verbal atrocities her poor stylists had to endure from her sharp, hurtful tongue, the same tongue that still knew how to pleasure a man’s cock.

Despite her reputation, she was the fairest in all the land. Women wanted to be her. Men wanted to be with her. She could’ve ended wars with a single flick of her clit and she knew it, but here she was with her daughters, hair still frazzled and breasts still drizzled in your cum, all for the chance to rule by your side. Her body held the secrets to solving the kingdom’s hunger crisis, but royalty breeds greed; the only hunger she was satisfying today was your sexual appetite for her delicious body, and boy, was she fucking delicious.

Yet, for how magical the last couple hours have been with these four beautiful women, none of them matched the sexual profile and prowess of the tight pussy from last night.

Seulgi didn’t have the breasts.

Wendy didn’t have the ass.

Joy was too tall.

And mommy Irene? Well, the girl from last night was definitely more on the “subby” side.

“So, Your Highness, have any of my girls or myself proven worthy of the throne next to you?” Lady Irene asked with an air of arrogant confidence like it was a forgone conclusion.

“You have all proven yourselves serviceable to the Crown, but my lady, you and your daughters all pale in comparison to the woman I met last night. Steward, please escort these ladies off the premises at once. And send in House Æspa, I’m sure my princess is among Lady Karina and her girls.”

“Now wait just a minute! Fuck those tramps—”

“That’s what I intend to do,” you quipped.

“No, I mean, forget those tramps, your future princess is definitely one of us! We literally taught those wenches from House Æspa how to fuck! We’re on the next level compared to those savages!”

Just as Steward Heechul was about to usher the four ladies away, you noticed another beautiful woman standing just behind them wearing the same pink dress as the other women. She was so quiet that she blended in with the rest of them, her head down trying not to attract any attention to herself. Strange then, that this mysterious woman wasn’t even introduced by Lady Irene.

“Hold on,” you said, walking up to this fifth woman who you hadn’t had the pleasure of meeting yet. “And who, if I may ask, is this wonderful woman?”

Your fingers grasped onto hers. In that moment, a familiar and undeniable feeling unlike anything you had ever felt before started to spread across your body. She reacted in kind, and as she squeezed a little tighter, your fingers grazed the back of her hand, her soft skin feeling even more familiar. Her eyes fixated on you playing with her knuckles before she looked up with a mix of relief and joy expressed in that beautiful face.

Lady Irene’s boots beat against the stone floor toward you, her hand leaving a sting on yours as she broke up the skinship. She wedged herself between you two, Lady Irene’s cum-soaked breasts now acting as a makeshift contraceptive and preventing you from going any further with this mysterious woman.

“She’s nobody, Your Highness! She’s just a servant who works for us. Pay no attention to her!”

“She’s also our stepsister!” Seulgi slurred, still obviously inebriated from the glass of wine she downed earlier.

“Hush, Seulgi!” Lady Irene scolded. She was irate, but she already had her turn to convince you she was the woman from last night. Now was the time to explore your options, no matter who it may have been. You pushed Lady Irene away and grabbed at this beautiful woman’s hand again.

“I didn’t ask you who she was. I asked her. What’s your name, my lady?”

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“Yeri, Your Highness.”

“Yeri. That’s a lovely name, Yeri. Have we met before?” Yeri looked over to the other four women in the hallway as if she was looking for some kind of permission to speak. “It’s okay, don’t worry about them. Speak freely. Have we met before?”

Yeri nodded.

“Liar!” Lady Irene yelled out. She once again intervened, grabbing Yeri’s hand and dragging her away toward the exit. “We’re leaving now, come on girls! Let the future King of SMTOWN have his fun with those women from House Æspa!”

“As the Prince of SMTOWN, I order you to stop!”

Lady Irene had no choice but to stop, lest she suffer a punishment for crimes against the Crown.

“If it’s okay with you, Yeri, would you like to escort me to my bedroom?”

“Well, it’s not okay with me,” Lady Irene protested, though it wasn’t like her opinion mattered anyway. You grabbed Yeri’s hand a third time, this time without anyone intervening, and led Yeri into your sleeping quarters, though it wasn’t like there was going to be any sleeping.

You barely had a moment to turn around after closing the door before Yeri lunged forward and pinned you against the door.

“I knew you’d recognize me, daddy!” Yeri exclaimed, kissing you as her hands reached down to pull your robe off.

“You will address me as Your Highness, young lady!”

“That’s not what you told me to call you last night, daddy.” Her naughty hands continued to tug on your robe, lips still attacking yours with fervor.

Was she really the woman from last night? No, it couldn’t have been. How could a lowly scullion, working for her stepmother no less, be the woman from last night? The woman last night said she was a princess: Yeri seemed far from being one.

“Stop,” you commanded her. Yeri pulled away waiting for her next command. “If you really were the woman I brought to the castle, tell me what happened last night.”

“Well, my friend was chatting you up at the bar, having multiple drinks with you and hyping me up.”

“I remember that girl, but I don’t think she ever gave me her name.”

“That was Taeyeon, or as I like to call her, my Fairy Godmother.”

“Fairy Godmother? Why Fairy Godmother?”

“Because she’s my wing woman and looks after me like a real mother would, unlike that stepwitch outside. Wings, so fairy. Ergo, Fairy Godmother.”

“Ok, and then what happened?”

“Well, she introduced you to me and you started rubbing the back of my hand in the same way you did in the hallway just now. You said it was the softest hands you’d ever felt. We talked for a little bit before they kicked you out and you asked me to accompany you back to your castle.”

“Big deal,” you said, “your story sounds just like the stories your stepmother and stepsisters told me, yet none of them turned out to be the woman from last night. Why should I believe you?”

“Well, first of all, we never came to your bedroom last night. We went to your sex dungeon.”

“Sex dungeon? We don’t have a sex dungeon.”

Yeri’s face lit up like she finally knew how she could prove her story. “Technically, it’s just the dungeon, but we found different uses for the torture devices you keep down there.”

No one was supposed to know where the dungeon was. If she really did know, maybe she really was there with you last night. The ladies of House Red Velvet were all standing in front of you as you reopened the door, their curious ears presumed to be previously pressed against the now-open door.

“Alright, Yeri. If you’re telling the truth, you should have no problem leading the way there,” you told her. Lady Irene and her daughters moved out of the way, a look of contempt painted on each of their faces as Yeri haughtily walked past them.

“Certainly.”

Down the hallway and flight of stairs, past the servants’ living quarters, and out into the garden until Yeri stopped in front of a heavy wooden door in the ground just beyond the view of the watchtower. It was definitely the entrance to the dungeon.

“Believe me now?” Yeri asked.

“Doesn’t prove anything; anyone could’ve passed by this. Heck, I might’ve even told you last night while I was drunk.”

“Ha, see! So you admit to seeing me at the tavern last night!”

“No, no, I just meant, if you were there, I might’ve said something about the dungeon’s location that you may have heard. Still doesn’t mean I took you back here last night. You gotta show me.”

Of course, Yeri knew. She opened the door, leading you down the stairs into the dark abyss.

The dungeon was a place that no one ever wanted to find themselves in, but Yeri’s face glowed with glee, a stark contrast to the torches on the wall that barely lit up the suffocating chamber. Shackles lined every wall while various torture devices scattered across the room: an iron maiden in one corner; a torture rack in the other; and in the middle of the dungeon, a pillory. Yeri didn’t even pay attention to any of that, at least not yet. She grabbed your hand, leading you to the other end of the dungeon. There, a mirror hung on the wall just above an uncomfortable looking bed.

Yeri sat you down on the thin canvas mattress filled with straw and backed up just a little. There was just enough light in the dungeon to see that Yeri was standing in front of you awaiting further instruction, but not enough to see her face in full detail. Perhaps the dimness of the room factored into why you couldn’t remember what this woman looked like last night. Still, the vivid image of every curve and crevice of her body remained even through the drunken haze: that was the only way to know if Yeri was telling the truth.

“Okay, so here’s how it’s going to work,” you started, the stone walls creating a tight reverb in the underground dungeon. “If you are who you say you are, then you and I will get married by the end of the week, and we shall consummate our marriage and have beautiful kids.”

“Why wait until the end of the week when you can breed me now?” Yeri was an enthusiastic instigator, and it was honestly the hottest thing anyone had said to you all day. It would be a shame if Yeri wasn’t telling the truth after the high expectations she set for herself.

“First, I have to find out if you are who you say you are. Take off your dress.”

Yeri didn’t even hesitate, her pink dress dropping to the floor before you could even finish your sentence. In the shadows, gone was the poofy outline of her dress. Instead, her real shape was revealed, but it was still hard to tell in the dark.

“Come closer.”

The hay on the floor rustled as Yeri paced forward, her body finally being revealed underneath the light from the torch nearest you. She now stood only inches away, her tight folds greeting you like a forgotten friend finally remembered. She still had her bustier on which made it hard to tell if those breasts that overflowed from the top of her undergarment was God-given or just an illusion. In that moment, you wanted to rip it off and find out, but good things take time, sweet Prince.

You continued to stare at Yeri’s amazing frame in stunned silence, unable to give her the next command. The lights simultaneously flickered as the room temporarily went completely dark, but it wasn’t until Yeri started to bend down and straddle your lap did you realize that she pulled off your robe over your head, leaving you completely naked.

Those soft hands of hers grabbed onto yours again, gently placing them on her own hips before wrapping her arms around your neck. Her lips were even softer than her delicate fingers; they tickled every part of your neck and laid claim to every square inch of your cheek before finally finding their way to your lips. Plump, playful, and passionate: exactly as how you remembered the kisses from the woman last night.

The hay mattress beneath you started to aggressively rustle as Yeri started to gyrate against your lap. Your hands dug into her hips as you brought her closer with each rotation, Yeri teasing your hardening cock with her delectable entrance.

You decided to return the favor of playful kisses, lips smooching her cheeks and trailing down toward her neck. Yeri let out a restrained laugh before you felt her hands grab onto the hair on the back of your head and guide you to her breasts.

The smell of her lavender perfume grew stronger as you nibbled at the top of her squishy chest, a welcome relief from the musk that filled the rest of the dungeon. Your curious hands left Yeri’s hips and found its way to the front of her bustier, tugging at the lace that kept it all together in the front.

Little by little, the lace started to become undone as you pulled it through each eyelet, loosening its grip on Yeri’s mouthwatering torso until the only thing to discover was her breasts. It had already taken so much time to delicately undo it up to this point that taking another minute would’ve been actual torture. Having loosened her bustier enough, Yeri held up her arms as you pulled it off her, her chest now completely bare.

Turns out they really were God-given and not a product of her undergarment.

“Go ahead. Feel it. I want you to remember how they felt the first time you sucked on them last night.”

Yeri’s hands grasped onto your knees as she leaned back slightly to give you a better angle. You continued peppering her flawless skin with your kisses that sucked at her perfect breasts. Your hands couldn’t resist the action either, moving up her torso until they cupped the underside of her breasts and fingers carefully moving up and circling around her nipples. They were definitely the size you remembered.

Yeri let out a moan. “Yes, that’s it.”

She wrapped her arms around your neck again, allowing herself to lean further back while you sunk deeper into her cleavage. The sharp tang of her glistening skin mixed with the sweet notes of her lavender perfume, leaving a vaguely familiar aftertaste in your mouth. It was all a satisfying appetizer, but it wasn’t really what you were here for. Yeri could tell you were growing impatient just by the feeling of your cock still throbbing against her entrance. She pulled herself back up, her damp, blessed chest now pressed against yours.

“This was the point where you asked me to call you ‘daddy’, and then we fucked,” she said.

Who were you to say no to that? Surely, even a pauper wouldn’t be dumb enough to turn that down. She knew the details from last night and she had the body to match, but still, one detail didn’t seem to add up: she wasn’t a princess or nobility. Not that social class mattered, but it was one of the few things you could remember her telling you about herself last night. This girl definitely wasn’t a princess. It was almost enough to actually turn her down, especially with Lady Karina and that gorgeous body of hers still waiting for you at the castle. Now THAT was a pair of breasts that would look good on your future princess.

Still, Yeri deserved a chance to explain.

“Okay, but I remember the woman from last night said she was a princess. You’re—”

“Not a princess?” Yeri interrupted. “You’re right. I did say I was a princess, and I didn’t lie about that. But you’re forgetting one important detail.”

“Oh?”

“I’m not just any princess, I’m daddy’s little princess.” The tone in her voice suddenly shifted from sultry and seductive to cute and playful: “And I’ve been a naughty little girl and deserve a punishment.”

Of course. How could you forget? Memories from last night finally started to come out from underneath the haze of inebriation, flowing as freely as the ale from the tavern. Every moment was as clear as the cups they served it in as well.

Yeri was definitely the girl from last night.

You grabbed underneath her thighs, standing up as Yeri’s legs locked around your waist and her arms wrapped around your neck. You shuffled your way to a nearby wall, just close enough to one of the hanging torches to see Yeri’s perfect body hugging yours, her face now fully lit.

“Daddy! You do remember!”

With your memory almost completely back, it seemed like the perfect time to take a stroll down memory lane. You teased Yeri just like you did the night before, rubbing the tip of your cock against her clit before penetrating her, but only just a little; you wanted her to get just a taste of the hot sex the two of you had last night. If she wanted more, if she really wanted to be the princess, she had to beg for it. You pulled out before Yeri could really savor the moment, and she shuddered when she realized her pussy was empty.

Yeri pouted as she commanded, “God, daddy, fuck me just like how you did last night.”

“What do good little princesses say?”

“Please.”

“Please, what?”

“Please, daddy.”

Enough games. You wanted to take Yeri’s tight pussy just as badly as she wanted a dick filling her up. She looked down to make sure you would follow through this time, watching as your cock slowly disappeared inside her. The grip of Yeri’s legs tightened around your hips to prevent you from pulling out again. Yeri wasn’t playing around this time; she wanted it all, no matter how wrecked she was going to feel later.

God, she was just as tight as you remembered.

The humidity of the dungeon preserved Yeri’s orgasm from last night, dripping from the middle of the stone wall next to you. It was a reminder of the things that Yeri’s body could do when pushed to the edge of orgasm, as well as a reminder of all the places in the dungeon that you both sullied.

And yet, it wasn’t in this position that Yeri came.

Yeri smiled as you let her down from the wall knowing what was to come. In response, she unhooked her legs and arms around you. “So you remember how I liked it then, huh?” Yeri asked.

“Shut up and turn around.” Before she could even follow the command, you grabbed at her waist, at those baby-making hips, and turned her around yourself.

There was a handprint in red on her right ass cheek. You lightly pressed your own hand against it—it was definitely by your own doing. There was no doubt about it now, Yeri was definitely here last night.

“I see you remember how you liked to punish me last night, daddy.”

You grabbed at Yeri’s wrists and pinned them above her head against the wall. Yeri spread her legs just enough for you to squeeze through into her tight folds once more before squeezing them together again.

“Ah! Don’t stop, daddy!” Yeri winced at the first couple thrusts as your pelvis crashed into her from behind, agitating the stinging red mark you left her the night before. But she couldn’t deny the pleasure she felt with your cock pumping into her, either.

“I’m going to count down from three, princess. And if you haven’t cum yet when I hit zero, you’re getting a spanking on your other cheek. Do I make myself clear?”

Yeri bit her lip and nodded, enduring the pain and pleasure radiating through her body with every thrust of your cock into her.

“Three. Two. One. Zero.”

At the count of zero, you stopped thrusting, peeling your little princess off the wall to check if she had left any evidence of an orgasm yet.

Nope.

“Ugh!” Yeri let out as you smacked her on the left butt cheek, the first one just a light tap.

“That one was a warning. If you don’t follow my directions, I will go harder, got it?”

“Yes, daddy.”

You began thrusting again, this time a little harder. Her nails scratched against the stone wall, desperately trying to hold in an orgasm; she really loved getting her ass slapped.

“Daddy, ah, I just can’t, you’re so big!”

“Three. Two. One. Zero.”

You stopped again. Despite her confession, she still hadn’t reached orgasm. She let out a sigh of relief knowing she held on just long enough to get another slap that she so desperately desired.

“I guess I should get punished again, huh?” This time, Yeri giggled as she received not one but two slaps on her left cheek, each slap more boisterous than the previous one. “Ooh, harder, daddy!” Yeri begged.

Her left ass cheek was starting to match the redness of the punishment she received on her right cheek. Yeri was close. You could feel it in the way Yeri lifted up against the wall as her toes started curling beneath her. It wasn’t long now before she was trading in the pleasure from her pain for the pain of being pleasured.

“This time, I’m going to count from ten.”

“Ten? I can’t last that long! Please, back to three, I want to be punished!”

“Too bad, Yeri.”

You started to thrust again, but this time, there would be no mercy. Yeri deserved to feel the full length and speed of a pistoning cock inside her womb until she finally came.

“Ten. Nine.”

Her toes started to curl again, fingers scratching against the wall like nails on a chalkboard.

“Eight. Seven.”

Her fingers started to ball into fists. She bit hard onto her bottom lip trying to resist the temptation to cum.

“Six. Five.”

Yeri was starting to talk out loud to herself by this point, desperately trying to be her own personal motivator, “Come on, Yeri, you—FUCK—got this. Just a couple-AH—more seconds. Just one. More. Slap!”

“Four. Three.”

Her legs started to tremble and her hips no longer bounced off the wall. You could feel her pussy pulsate against your cock. There was no doubt about it now—Yeri was definitely cumming.

“Fuck!” Yeri exclaimed. Knowing she couldn’t hold it in any longer to reach zero, she let herself succumb to the pleasure of her own orgasm, lathering your cock with her juices that gushed out and dribbled down the wall. After she had stopped trembling, you peeled her off the wall one last time to see wet limestone. You gave her one last slap as a reward for being an obedient princess. It’s the least she deserved for holding out so long.

“That’s a good girl.”

Yeri wasn’t done. She still wanted to be punished. She begged for it. “Please, daddy, more punishment.”

There was still one last thing you did with Yeri last night that you still hadn’t done, and she knew exactly what was coming next. She pushed off the wall, shuffled her feet against the hay on the floor, and disappeared into the darkness. Rusted wheels squeaked against the floor as Yeri came back into view, pushing the pillory in front of the bed.

“You know what I want,” she said, opening the pillory and putting her hands and neck through the holes before closing it and keeping her in place.

“Are you sure?” you asked her.

“Yes.”

You lined up behind her. This time, her legs were spread with her ass wiggling upward as you thrust again into her tight, wet pussy. Yeri moaned out, begging you to go deeper.

“God, you’re so big, daddy!”

Every thrust pushed the pillory forward until it slammed against the hay mattress, finally keeping the pillory in place in front of the mirror. In that moment, you took the opportunity to call out your mantra:

“Magic mirror on the wall, who’s the biggest of them all?”

“You are, daddy.”

In the darkness of the dungeon, the only thing that could be seen in the mirror was Yeri’s clenched fists on the other side of the pillory and her face still wincing from the stinging of her ass cheeks being agitated by each of your thrusts. On your side of the pillory, Yeri’s supple breasts swayed wildly in your cupped hands, swinging in time to each push and pull. Yeri’s ass rippled with every thrust, filling the tiny room with the sound of skin against skin and Yeri’s subtle moans.

You asked the mirror again: “Magic mirror on the wall, who’s the biggest of them all?”

“You are, daddy!” Yeri was starting to grow impatient. “Come on and put a baby in me!”

Her back had taken a beating to the humid environment. Glistening evolved to visible beads of sweat that percolated through every part of her body. It was getting hard to even grasp at her breasts with all that sweat being generated. You slid your hands down to her hips, but even that had started to lose grip. Instead, you grabbed at the front of thighs, pulling her legs up off the ground as Yeri became a stiff horizontal board taking a beating from behind.

“Magic mirror on the wall, who’s about to unload his balls?”

You could see Yeri’s smile in the mirror, a look of relief that she was finally going to get what she asked for. “You are, daddy.”

You grabbed onto Yeri’s hips with one hand, thrusting one last time as you felt that familiar rush shooting out and filling Yeri’s womb with your warmth. Your other hand moved to her stomach, feeling her ab muscles clench with each successive shot that continued to pummel her pussy. Cum started dripping out of her filled hole until she completely drained every last bit from you. You pulled out, stumbling onto the floor as she detached herself from the pillory and collapsed onto the bed.

“That last part was new,” Yeri noted, her heavy breathing now the only sound filling the room.

“There was definitely more sweat than last night; I had to improvise.” You joined Yeri on the stack of hay, rubbing her stomach while she dabbed her fingers against the cum still leaking out of her.

“This is more than last night,” Yeri said.

“Well, hopefully, that means we can be expecting. Welcome to the family, Yeri.”

Alas, you had finally found Mrs. Prince Charming.

“May I ask you a favor, Your Highness?” It was a little jarring hearing Yeri address you by your formal title after being called “daddy” during the entire session. It was a sign that she was being serious with her request.

“Anything for you, Yeri.”

“I just can’t believe I’m going to be the princess of SMTOWN. Can you say it aloud? It’ll help make it feel more real to me.”

“You’re going to be the princess of SMTOWN.”

Yeri squealed. Hearing it for the first time, she was so excited that her dream was actually becoming a reality. No more having to take care of Seulgi, Wendy, Joy, or Lady Irene. “Who’s daddy’s little princess?” she asked in an excited huff.

“You’re my little princess.”

“Say it again for me, daddy.”

“You’re my little princess.”

“One more time.”

“You’re my little princess,” you said once more. This time, it came out deeper and groggier than the first two times you said it.

The room was suddenly pitch-black. Your head started to throb. A voice boomed from the darkness, almost excruciatingly loud:

“Oh, so I’m your princess now? I thought I was your queen?”

It definitely wasn’t Yeri’s voice. And the room wasn’t really pitch-black.

Almost instinctively, you opened your eyes. It was way too bright, the painfully blinding light of the sun piercing through the sheer curtains over a nearby window. The bed beneath you cradled your aching back, and the once scratchy feeling of the dungeon bed was replaced by soft Egyptian cotton wrapped over the undeniable comfort of a Tempur-Pedic bed. You turned to your side hoping to find Yeri, but instead, BoA was sitting up on her side of the bed, watching as you finally woke from your slumber.

“Noona?”

“I was wondering when you were going to get up,” BoA said.

“Where am I?”

“You don’t remember anything from last night?”

“No.”

“It was Princess Night at Idol Club, we hopped in there just to check it out after our dinner date. Come on, you’re telling me you don’t remember that after you begged me to take you in there?”

“I barely remember dinner, noona.”

“They were serving soju out of glass slippers and you had WAY too many. My Red Velvet hoobaes were on the main stage dancing in pink dresses and you kept yelling, ‘I can be your Prince Fucking Charming!’. They kicked us out and I had to drag your ass all the way back to our apartment.”

The horror of realizing how that must’ve looked to your girlfriend.

“Di-did I have sex with any of them?”

“What? Fuck no, you think I’d let you bang one of those androids? In the Uber ride home, you said I’m your one and only queen. Then we got home and you said we were going to ‘make a little prince or princess to carry down the royal bloodline’.”

“And…?”

“Well, we were in bed, but as soon as you took your clothes off, you passed out. You kept mumbling something along the lines of, ‘Magic mirror on the wall, who’s the biggest of them all?’”

Silly you to think that fairytales existed.

“Oh,” you responded.

BoA started to climb on top of you, her entrance pressed against your shaft. “Ready to finish what we started last night, Prince fucking Charming?”

The fairytale didn’t exist, but at least the happy ending did.

Tempur-Pedic

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4:40 AM.

The light from the street lamp just outside the bedroom window leaked through the thin curtains. Yeji always asked why you didn’t just replace them with blackout curtains if it was so bothersome. That was never the problem, though. Somehow, Yeji knew too, but always suggesting to replace the curtains was her way of making you feel better. In reality, it was the thoughts inside your head that kept you awake at night.

She deserves much better than me. She’s way above my league. I’m fucking this up so badly.

Every little excuse crept into your mind on why you shouldn’t be with her. It was a never-ending struggle of anxiety almost every night for the last two months. Not even the chirping of crickets or the humming of cars passing by dared to console you at this early hour.

I should break up with her. She really is too good for me.

You looked over at the alarm clock on the nightstand at the opposite side of the bed. It was 4:42 AM now.

In the darkness, the bedroom door slowly opened and a slender shadow crept into the room on tiptoes. For a second, your heart pumped adrenaline, your fight-or-flight response preparing you to take on the intruder if needed. Then you remembered it was just Yeji, just like it’s always been for almost every morning for the last two months. She was always horny for cock at this hour.

She slowly closed the door behind her, careful not to wake the other occupants in the house.

She was draped in a long white silk button up that made it look like she wasn’t wearing any shorts or panties underneath, which, on most nights, was usually the case. Yeji’s fingers twirled around her braided pigtails that were adorned with red ribbons at the ends. It was the same way she had her hair configured the first time she mischievously strolled into the bedroom. Everything about her was just so cute, so loveable, and so fuckable, but tonight even more so.

Yeji floated toward you on the hardwood floor, carefully sidestepping certain planks that she knew would creak and cause a ruckus. She had grown accustomed to the location of those noisy fuckers by the end of your first week with her, but now she just looked like a silly untrained dancer trying to waltz toward the bed.

The artificial light that cut through the curtains sliced at her body as her random steps across the floor brought her closer. It shone through Yeji’s white top that was just slightly thicker than the curtains. Her aroused nipples poked through the thin fabric, confirming that she, indeed, was not wearing anything underneath. Below, there was a stain of some sort that made the oversized shirt a slightly darker white in an area near her crotch. She was definitely already wet.

“Hey there, lover boy,” Yeji whispered as she started to climb on top of the bed, peeling off the quilted comforter that kept your naked body warm. She loved that you slept with no clothes—it made things easier for her.

“It’s almost 5 AM, Yeji! Where the fuck were you?” you whispered back.

Yeji’s knees pressed into the bed as she straddled you while her squishy ass pressed against your thighs. Her cold hands grabbed onto you, fetching some morning wood that was absolutely essential for Yeji’s morning routine of fueling her heat. “Sorry, I was feeling a little sick earlier. I’m ready now.”

Yeji was reliable enough to serve as a makeshift clock. She was usually in the bedroom at 4:30 AM, enough time before her various schedules for the day.

You hated that your girlfriend always had to be up by 5 in the morning, but it was a necessity, a requisite of the idol lifestyle that she chose. Still, Yeji could’ve chosen a better time to be hungry for cock. It was already a challenge trying to fuck her without disturbing anyone still enjoying their slumber. It was going to be even harder with the late start. It was 4:43 AM, the dangerous game Yeji was playing now on the hardest difficulty setting.

“Oh, is this a new bed?” Yeji’s hand sank into the memory foam. “Shit, this is one of those beds that you can place a glass of wine on and it won’t spill no matter how much you jump on it, right?” She confirmed her hypothesis by violently rubbing her hand into the mattress, watching as the rest of the bed remained undisturbed.

“Yeah, it’s a Tempur-Pedic. Just got delivered today. It’s supposed to help with my lack of sleep.”

“We both know that’s not the reason you can’t get any sleep,” Yeji said with a sly smile. “You just can’t say no to this pussy, can you?” Yeji lifted her hand from the mattress and watched the memory foam erase her handprint, just the first of many memories that Yeji was planning to imprint on the forgetful bed. Then, she pinched the bottom of her shirt and lifted it up slightly to reveal her wet entrance that was now rubbing the underside of your shaft.

“Yeji, we need to talk.”

“Not now, it’s already 4:44. We barely have time as it is. Plus, it’s a special day.”

“Special day?”

“I guess you forgot. Maybe this will help you remember.”

Yeji undid the button at the top of her shirt. It parted slightly, teasing you with her cleavage. She undid the next one, her breasts so close, yet so far, to being all yours. Every button undone revealed more and more of her delectable mounds and tight core until there was nothing left to unbutton. She slipped out of the silk and tossed it to the ground.

“Now that we don’t have to worry about the bed squeaking, I want you to fuck me harder than you’ve ever fucked me before.”

“But, Yej—” Before you could protest, Yeji shoved her finger against your lips.

“No, I said no talking! I wanna make today memorable.” She shifted herself upward on your body, her weight now square on your stomach while your cock grazed against her ass cheeks. She leaned forward until your face was smothered between her breasts, a pacifier of sorts that made you forget what you wanted to discuss with her.

“You know what I want,” she said. Yeji had a thing for breast play. The only way to escape the suffocating scenario was to lick your way out.

Your hands slid up her thighs, then up the sides of her torso until they cupped Yeji’s breasts from the sides. Yeji let out a whimper as your thumbs started to gently massage her, rubbing in circular motions and working their way toward her nipples. From between her breasts, you massaged her with your tongue, Yeji now feeling the multi pronged assault on her chest.

“Do the left one today.” With only one mouth and two needy breasts, there was always a decision to make on which one was going to get nibbled on since there wasn’t enough time to do both. You leaned over to your right, tongue now circling around Yeji’s areola on her left breast while your left thumb finally converged on her right.

“God, you’re so good with my tits.” Yeji’s sharp claws repeatedly jabbed into your stomach, rubbing herself while she enjoyed the stimulation on her breasts. Yeji then pulled away. Usually, she’d let you linger longer, but she was aware there wasn’t enough time before she had to get ready for the day.

She lifted off your stomach, grabbing your stiff shaft and aligning it with her entrance. Her knees pressed into the mattress again as she sank onto your cock. Her warmth from her earlier solo session made it easy to penetrate her, and before you knew it, your cock was fully enveloped between her pink wet lips.

Yeji bounced up and down, reveling in the fact that she no longer had to restrain herself with the new bed.

“God, you’re so good,” Yeji whispered. “I don’t know why you didn’t get this bed sooner!”

The new Tempur-Pedic was definitely making sex with Yeji much more enjoyable. You grabbed onto her thighs while Yeji worked her magic. She had some sort of magical quality about her that no other girl you’ve been with possessed. In a way, she was a memory foam mattress herself. Her space was soft and inviting like a good bed. She was tight, and yet your cock seemed to be tailor-made inside her pussy that memorized every minute detail the further you sank into her. And just like a memory foam mattress, she returned to maintaining the same fit just like the first time; she was definitely someone you looked forward to seeing every night.

But then, the anxiety and self-doubt started to creep in again. You looked at your girlfriend and only saw a future filled with despair.

What am I doing here? She’ll never be happy with me.

Yeji could tell something was off when you unsqueezed her thighs and laid there in self-pity without a care for the pretty naked girl riding your cock.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Yeji asked.

“I think I wanna break up,” you confessed.

Yeji stopped thrusting for a second, stunned at the revelation. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“I think I wanna break up,” you repeated.

“And you thought the best time to bring this up was when I’m literally fucking you?” Yeji started grinding on you again. She was more concerned about cumming. She had no interest in talking about breakups.

“I mean, I literally only see you in the mornings. You’re always so busy with idol life, when else can I talk about it?”

“Have you even thought this through? Because what you’re telling me is you no longer want to see this hot piece of ass walking through that door every morning and giving you the thrill of your life. Is that what you really want?”

The self-doubt that had been locked in your mind finally began to bubble to the surface. “I don’t think I should be in a relationship. I’m not worthy. I’m not deserving.”

Yeji glanced at the alarm clock to ascertain the time. It was 4:49 AM now. “Ugh! Can you stop being a pussy for eleven minutes and start fucking one instead?”

“Or what?” you challenged Yeji. It was starting to annoy you that she wasn’t listening. She seemed to only care about her own self-interests.

“Or what? Gee, I don’t know, how about I moan out your name loudly so everyone in this house will hear me? Or how about I wait until that alarm rings at 5 o’clock and I walk out of this room naked. You think the housemates will like that when they see my naked body just strutting out of this room like a used slut while I tell them what a terrible person you are? That you only used me because you wanted a story to tell your friends of how you fucked a member of Itzy and then kicked me to the side of the road like trash? Is that what you want? You know, a lot of Midzy would kill to be in your position. Don’t you know how lucky you are? Why are you ruining such a good thing here?”

She had all the leverage; you definitely didn’t want to wake up the rest of the house at this ungodly hour, especially not to a naked Yeji spouting off all your dirty little secrets.

There was silence while Yeji awaited your response. She knew you weren’t gonna answer. “Ugh! You don’t wanna break up! Just finish fucking me and we’ll talk about this later. I guarantee you won’t want to break up once you’ve had some sense fucked into you.” There would be time later to talk about this, it seemed. Yeji just wanted to get off before that alarm went off.

You looked over at the alarm: 4:50 AM now. Then you looked at your girlfriend. In that moment, her beautiful face was a beacon of light, one that washed out any shadows of doubt that still lingered in your mind about your relationship. She was perfect, glowing even in darkness. Even with all your flaws, she still wanted to be with you. How could you give that up? And Yeji was right: a lot of other people would kill to be in your position. Maybe you didn’t want to break up with her after all. No good decision was ever made this early in the morning. It was worth at least giving it some time before coming to any conclusion.

“Okay, fine. We’ll talk about it later. We have 10 minutes before the alarm goes off, so let’s hurry this up.”

“Yay! That’s what I like to hear,” Yeji said as she swayed faster back and forth on your cock. She had never gone so fast before: she was too afraid of the springs in the old bed giving away the early morning debauchery. Her tight tummy glistened. Her breasts swung freely and dripped saliva onto your stomach. She threw her head back in a pleasure she hadn’t felt before.

“Fuck, I’m cumming!” Yeji whispered.

Yeji’s knees squeezed at your hips as she leaned forward, her hands pushing against your chest to keep her from falling completely. Yeji clamped tightly onto your cock, making sure to feel every inch inside her as a wave of her juices washed against your shaft. Every part of her body was glistening with some bodily fluid by now. When she was done, she stopped to admire the bed again.

“I’m really loving this new bed! But can we change positions? I’m exhausted.” Yeji rolled off to the side.

“Be careful,” you warned her as you got up from the bed. Yeji took your place, getting on all fours and begging you to take her from behind. You grabbed onto her hips and stuck yourself back into Yeji’s wetness. With not much time left before she had to get ready, you started hard and fast hoping to find your own orgasm.

“Tell me you love me,” Yeji commanded.

“Come on. Really, Yeji?” She had never been this manipulative before. Something about today just really brought out the worst in her. Maybe because you just told her you wanted to break up. Maybe she wanted bragging rights, another trophy she could flaunt in front of all the girls you’ve loved before. Either way, you never told your girlfriend that you loved her. The fact that Yeji was holding her pussy hostage for three words was absolutely diabolical.

“Fine. I love you,” you told her as you continued to pound her from behind. Your hand moved off her hip, gently caressing her clit with two fingers in a circular motion.

“I love you…what?” Yeji asked.

You let out a sigh. There was no use fighting it. Yeji’s walls tightened around you; she was too good to stop now. Whatever Yeji wanted, Yeji got. This was no exception.

“I love you, Yeji.” There it was. It felt wrong coming out of your mouth for the first time, but strangely enough, it turned both of you on. Her walls clenched again. Another gush of warm bodily fluids exited from her and dripped onto your thighs. Yeji must’ve really loved hearing that you loved her.

“Now tell me who owns your cock.”

“Yeji owns my cock.”

Heated by the moment, the sound of skin slapping against skin crescendoed with a light reverb in the room. Who cared if it was loud? Yeji really did own your cock and there was nothing you could do to stop the seductress from getting what she wanted.

But then Yeji knocked on the wall with an open palm. “Do you hear that everyone? He said Yeji owns his cock!”

You pushed her face into the mattress, holding her there to prevent any other loud mutterings from leaving her mouth.

“Come on, Yeji! People are sleeping, have some respect!”

Yeji tilted her head to the side as you continued fucking her from behind. “What? It’s a special day and I just want people to know how in love you are.”

“If I let you go, will you promise to keep your voice down?” you asked her.

“No,” she said with a laugh. “I want you to punish me for being a bad girl. We have this new bed to fuck around now and no one’s gonna fuck you like I do. Rough me up as hard as you want!”

The things that were coming out of this girl’s mouth were incredibly filthy, but you’ve never felt this kind of freedom before. You still had to worry about keeping her quiet, but with the new bed, at least you no longer had to worry about the bed squeaking. You could fuck her as roughly as you wanted.

“So you want rough, you naughty girl?”

You slapped her on the ass, leaving a pink handprint that glowed in the low light. Yeji squealed in surprise, but again, it was too loud for your liking. You pushed her face back down into the mattress, muffling the moans that were continually coming out of that tattle tale mouth.

“What did I just say? Keep it down!” you told her. “Nod into the mattress if you understand.”

Yeji shook her head instead. You tugged at her pigtails and brought her back up. “I said nod if you understand.”

“I’ll do what I want!” Yeji said.

“Yeji, we don’t have time for this! We’re both so fucked if you’re not in the shower by 5!”

Yeji was still enjoying her pigtails being pulled. “Who cares? You told me you loved me, I’m satisfied,” she said as she turned her head and stuck out her tongue.

She was starting to get annoying, but in a way, seeing Yeji being so defiant was such a turn on. Who knew she could be so naughty? But she really did need to be in the shower by 5. Any other result would not end well.

“Come on Yeji, please.”

“Fine, but only on one condition: blow your load in me. Make me your cum dump.” It wasn’t a new request. Yeji always loved the feeling of cum in her pussy, but she never begged for it like she was begging now.

The clock now read 4:56. You flipped her over and slammed her into the bed. Yeji’s legs hung in the air and you reinserted yourself. Every thrust reached further and further into her, your cock becoming numb to the feeling of Yeji’s pussy doing its best to squeeze all that cum out.

“F-fuck, yes!” Yeji let out. “I know you got so much cum saved up for your naughty little girl. No one can make you cum like I do.”

You covered Yeji’s mouth, but it still wasn’t enough to keep her from talking. She wanted everyone in the house to know just how well she was getting fucked. Even through your hand, she was able to let out muted moans. It would do for now; if no one else in the house had woken up yet from Yeji’s earlier antics, there was no way they’d be up from her covered mouth.

You went faster as Yeji’s knees knocked against her chest with every thrust. Her feet banged against the headboard, but it was too late to stop her now. The feeling of sweet relief finally overcame you, releasing seed into Yeji just like she asked. You could feel Yeji’s lips curling into a smile underneath your hand that covered her mouth, satisfied that she had milked every last drop into her pussy. You rolled off her and onto a spot on the bed next to her. You watched as Yeji laid there for a moment, stuffing two fingers into her entrance and feeling the load you just dumped in her. She looked back and smiled but then hastily got up when she realized what time it was.

The memory foam where she laid filled in the imprint of her body until the mattress was back to its normal shape; it was almost like she was never there. She picked up her shirt from the floor, but rather than putting it back on, she held it between her legs, using it to catch any excess cum that dripped out of her before it spilled onto the floor.

“See you tomorrow! And happy anniversary, lover boy!” Yeji whispered as she slipped out of the room and quietly closed the door behind her. Her footsteps echoed in the empty hall as another door creaked open and closed. The gentle drops of water spouting out of the shower head could be heard from across the hallway. She was used to heading straight to the shower after her daily dose of cum. It was like clockwork by now—cumming anywhere else but inside her would’ve been too messy to deal with anyway.

The clock on the nightstand now read 4:59 AM—just enough time to catch a wink of sleep before the alarm went off. Your mind had other plans in the post-nut clarity.

Fuck. I forgot it’s our anniversary. Didn’t even get her a fucking present. I really should break up with her. She deserves someone who loves her and can provide for her, not some broke Itzy fan who can memorize fan chants but can’t seem to remember anniversaries.

*bzzt bzzt bzzzzt*

5:00 AM on the dot. The alarm reverberated loudly against the bedroom walls. It was always way too loud for your liking, but there was nothing you could do: it was your girlfriend’s room, and any alarm volume lower than that would be too low for her to hear.

You heard a click and the alarm finally turned off, replaced by rustling on the other side of the California King bed. Lia’s warm naked body cuddled against yours under the sheets, her arm wrapping around your torso as her soft lips pressed against your cheek. She opened her eyes halfway, still entranced in a dream state.

You hated that your girlfriend always had to be up by 5 in the morning, but it was a necessity, a requisite of the idol lifestyle that she chose. Sleeping in her bed meant the early morning was also an inherited lifestyle for you as well.

“Mmm… Morning, babe,” she let out in her husky morning voice, “were you finally able to get some sleep?”

Your response was curt: “No.”

Lia was always concerned about your insomnia that had been going on for the last two months. She hoped the new Tempur-Pedic bed she bought would help with that, unaware of the real reason for your sleepless nights. She produced a pout as she kissed you again with half-lidded eyes.

“Ah, I’m sorry, babe. On the bright side, this new Tempur-Pedic really has been doing wonders for my sleep. At least now I don’t feel all your tossing and turning from your side of the bed in the middle of the night. It was starting to get pretty bad lately.”

I really don’t deserve her.

Across the hallway, Yeji was still enjoying her early morning shower. Her loud voice belted out the English lyrics to “Mafia In the Morning”—they were scheduled to perform it later for some American late night talk show.

Yeji ran through her part: “I’ma break in, break in, break in like a caper movie.”

But then she ran through some lines that weren’t even hers: they were Lia’s. “Well it’s finally, finally time to make up your mind. Hope you’re ready, who knows what could happen in the night?”

It was a twisted, cruel joke. Yeji knew exactly what she was doing, belting out Lia’s lyrics and rubbing it in her face that she was fucking her friend’s boyfriend on her own bed. And of all days, she just had to pick this day to subtly jab Lia. She knew Lia would be up by now to hear her.

“Sounds like Yeji unnie is already up,” Lia said in her groggy voice. “I don’t know how she gets up so early, she’s been beating everyone to the shower for the past two months. Been sounding really cheerful too, like she’s been getting some really good dick.”

She didn’t know, did she? She couldn’t possibly know, right?

Under the sheets, your girlfriend’s fickle fingers tickled your torso and made their way down to your cock. Lia was surprised to feel it was already hard and leaking cum. Maybe it was because she was still in a dream state, but she didn’t seem to care. She was giving you a gift, and gifts were blind to infidelity. Still, it was so hard to enjoy. The thought that Lia might know about Yeji weighed too heavily. You just had to know what she knew.

“What do you mean by Yeji getting good dick?” you asked her.

“Can you keep a secret? She hasn’t told the rest of the members, but she’s been having morning sickness lately.”

“She’s pregnant!?”

“Shh! Don’t tell anyone, but she’s making me the godmother. Play your cards right and maybe you’ll get to be the godfather. But anyway, that’s not important right now. Today’s all about us.”

Yeji stopped singing. The only thing that could be heard in the early morning light and your stunned silence was the sound of Lia continuing to stroke you. Lia’s luscious lips kissed you on the cheek once more before she congratulated you on a very important milestone.

“Happy one-year anniversary, babe. I love you.”

The Dangers of Owning a Smartphone

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need your cock so bad. Come to my place RIGHT NOW and fuck me

And just like that, any productivity you had for the day evaporates.

That’s the power of Yena’s texts. It isn’t just her words—you’re used to Yena’s frequent booty calls by now. No, it’s the picture she sends with it that drives you wild.

There she is in stunning high resolution, kneeling on her bed, playfully pulling on her high pigtails. Her gaze exudes the confidence of a woman who knows what she wants, screaming to be dicked down. Her tongue licks at those famous dick-sucking duck lips, further supporting just how bad she wants it.

Zoom in and you can see every minute detail of her sinful body: every ridge defined in her exposed midriff, every goosebump running up her glistening thighs, and even that perfect cleavage reserved for your eyes only. But what really commands your attention is her outfit and the lack of coverage it actually provides. There’s subtle holes in her purple knit top and skirt; the image at any lower fidelity would’ve missed the lack of clothes underneath. Thank God for smartphones then, to be able to capture Yena’s perky tits and pussy lips, visible through her knit outfit in all its intended high-def glory.

“Holy shit, is that Yena?! You didn’t tell me you were dating my ult bias!”

You should’ve known by his unmistakable musk that Wooseok was in the vicinity. You turn around to see him hovering over your shoulder gawking at Yena’s zoomed-in body.

That’s the danger of owning a smartphone when you date Yena.

“Wooseok, what the fuck! Why are you at my desk?”

“Seeing if you wanted to do lunch, but it looks like you’re already eyeing dessert,” Wooseok replies with a sly smile.

“Keep your voice down! No one’s supposed to know.”

Wooseok’s hunger can no longer be satisfied by lunch alone. His eyes widen, hungry to know more about that delicious Yena body. His firm hands grasp at your shoulders, playfully shaking you as a congratulatory gesture. “This motherfucker! Banging idols now? What’s she like in bed? Fuck man, you gotta tell me everything!”

“Dude, I’m not talking about this with you.”

“So I take it we’re not doing lunch today then?”

Wooseok already knows the answer. Normally, lunch out with the work bestie talking shit about the other co-workers is a welcome break from the monotony of writing a review for another tired 80’s-inspired title track overloaded with synths. But knowing there’s a full course meal of duck being served just for you superseded any previously agreed upon lunch plans. You get up and start to walk toward the elevator without even answering him, but Wooseok tugs at your wrist and holds you back.

“At least tell her that her biggest fan says hi!”

“Now why would I do that?”

“Dude. We work for a tabloid. An idol dating scandal? That’s a headline. That’s my headline. Just tell her I said hi and I won’t say anything. She’ll know who I am, I’ve been to all her fan signs.”

“Ugh, fine.” Wooseok finally lets go, allowing you to enjoy your lunch break.

* * *

“Yena?” you holler through her apartment.

“In the bedroom, oppa!”

As you approach her room at the end of the hall, you can hear Yena’s feet shuffling, then a thud followed by the coils in her mattress giving way. It all makes sense when you finally turn the corner and stand in the open door frame.

It’s almost like a murder scene in there. Her purple panties play the part of the victim, lying lifeless on the carpeted floor. Splotches of her bodily fluid splatter across various areas of the room, and of course, the weapon of choice, her bullet vibrator, still left at the crime scene next to Yena’s undergarment. The lone suspect sits atop the bed, her legs spread wide, face unable to hide her guilt and naughtiness, beckoning you to interrogate her insides.

But first, there’s the matter to resolve with Wooseok.

“You know, you shouldn’t be sending me explicit texts and photos when I’m at work, Yena.”

“Why not? I know you love it, oppa!”

“That’s not the point! My coworker Wooseok saw the text! He started asking what it’s like sleeping with his IZ*ONE bias and asked me to tell you he’s your biggest fan. It was kinda creepy to be honest.”

The speech falls on deaf ears. Yena lunges off the bed to pepper you with neck nibbles. As her hands grasp at your biceps, her perfect breasts press against you, allowing you to feel her perky nipples through her top.

“I know you didn’t come here to just talk,” she says.

Her fingers wage a war with your button down shirt, but it isn’t so much a war as it is a slaughter. Yena’s fingers are too skilled to even consider it an even fight, swiftly undoing each button with the precision of an experienced surgeon. Her lips follow the exposed skin trail left in the wake of her destruction, leaving pink lipstick marks down your chest until no buttons remain fastened. All it takes is a small tug at the hem, and your shirt becomes a useless decoration on Yena’s bedroom floor, joining her crumpled up panties and glistening vibrator.

“You don’t know how bad I’ve wanted this. Been thinking about your cock all morning.”

Yena’s knees crumble to the carpet with a soft thud as she firmly plants herself in front of you, licking her lips as she finally makes way to the spoils of her war. Your belt buckle doesn’t even stand a chance; Yena aggressively pulls down your pants and underwear with ease, her eyes lighting up like seeing a long lost friend when she finally sees your cock.

But then she looks back up with a look of mild frustration. “This won’t do.”

“What?”

“Need you to get hard for me, oppa. I want your big hard cock in me and I want it NOW.” Yena hastily pushes you onto the bed. “Close your eyes for me, oppa.”

Yena disappears behind your shut eyelids as you follow her command; the lack of a concrete visual aid only heightens your other senses. Shivers run down your back as Yena’s cold fingers wrap around your flaccid cock.

“I bet you imagine me under your desk secretly giving you a blowjob while Wooseok is in the next cubicle over, not knowing his favorite idol is giving you head. Go ahead, imagine it.”

Turns out she was listening earlier about Wooseok after all, but he becomes a distant memory as the subtle sound of Yena’s breasts clapping against each other from her aggressive handjob drowns out any other thoughts. As she swiftly strokes, Yena’s wet, pouty lips surround your tip, helping to evoke the image she’s attempting to paint. Your imagination finally conjures a representation of Yena to fill in the visual void: her face is full of cock, stuck between your parted thighs under your desk discreetly trying to milk you.

Her longing eyes meet your gaze, begging you to get hard for her, longing to feel what it’s like to be mouthfucked in such a public space. A tear streams down her cheek as Yena’s lips tighten, the confines of her tiny mouth shrinking until your tip manages to poke at the back of her throat. Unable to contain you anymore, she pulls off, her slobber trickling down your shaft as she continues stroking instead.

“Look at that, getting hard for me at the thought of office head. You like that, don’t you?”

“Mhmm. Go on,” you respond, eyes still closed, letting your imagination take you wherever Yena wants.

“I bet you thought of abusing your media privileges to get backstage at one of my concerts. But that’s not the only thing you’re abusing, is it? Catching me in the middle of a wardrobe change and abusing my used hole from behind. Can you hear that? That’s the sound of my fans screaming my name for an encore not knowing I’m screaming your name and chasing a different kind of encore.”

The office disappears. Suddenly, you find yourself in a dark corner backstage staring down at Yena’s sweaty bare back, her safety shorts pulled down to her ankles as she props herself up on some musical equipment cases. The sound of her clapping breasts serves as a proxy to the image of Yena’s ass cheeks rippling against your crotch with every imaginary thrust. Her pussy tightens as you thrust faster, but in reality, you know it’s just you getting harder to Yena’s maddening strokes.

“Mhmm. What else, baby? Fuck, keep going.”

“Bet you’ve jerked off in the office to all my teaser photos late at night after everyone’s gone home, even though you know you can get this pussy any time you want. You probably even imagine your idol girlfriend squirting all over your desk while you’re doing it. All of that while you try to meet your deadline for all those reviews you do for K-Pop girl group comebacks. But you know what, oppa?”

The room goes silent. The sudden lack of euphoria causes a blank image again, and so you open your eyes to see your fully-erect cock throbbing between Yena’s tiny hands. Satisfied with getting you hard, Yena’s hands have stopped stroking but continue to grip harshly around the base of your shaft.

“What?” you ask, praying that there’s more to this lunch break than just a quick hand job.

“None of them can sing the way that I do when you ram this big cock into my tight little pussy.”

She pumps one more time, putting your tip back into her mouth and giving the most sensitive part a lick. Her mouth delves deeper. Her hands fall off your cock, making way for those greedy lips that have now consumed the length of your shaft. Yena groans but refuses to come back up for air, then you see why: her hand reaches for your phone, placing it in front of her and propping it up against your stomach. After a few screen taps, she finally pulls off, saliva dribbling from between her lips.

“What are you doing?” you ask.

“You told me not to send you explicit photos, so I’m saving them instead so you can pull them up on your own time and jerk off to me whenever you want. See?” Yena turns the phone around, showing off the picture of your cock fully in her mouth, her eyes watering from holding it in so long.

That’s the perk of owning a smartphone when you date Yena.

“Fuck, Yena, you’re so fucking naughty.”

“Good. I’ve been thinking of shedding my bubbly image, maybe try a more mature concept.”

“Oh, yeah? How mature we talking?”

Her knees are an irritated pink as she gets up off the carpet. Yena arches down to give your tip one last lick before releasing you from her grip, finally backing up to allow you one final view of her outfit before it becomes one with the floor. Like your button down shirt, all it takes is a simple tug for Yena’s scratchy skirt to slide off her hips, and gravity does the rest.

Yena’s perfect pussy is always such a sight to behold. It was already unbelievable that she agreed to a date when you first met; it was meant as a joke to ease the tension when you first interviewed her. But to now have been to her apartment for the umpteenth time, to know the nymphomaniac hiding behind her squeaky clean idol image, and to have that body all to yourself whenever you wanted? This whole thing could’ve easily been mistaken for another one of Yena’s imaginary sexual concoctions.

This time, without your eyes closed, it’s clear all of this is as real as it gets.

“This mature enough for you, oppa?”

Yena’s hand sits just inches from her face. As she parts her fingers, you can see the look of excitement in her eyes admiring the strings of your precum and her earlier slick webbed between her fingers. She shuts them back together and sticks them into her mouth, sucking the cocktail off her digits and letting out a moan of satisfaction. She leaves a trail of saliva as she runs her fingers down her neck, through her cleavage, and across her tight core until her pilgrimage leads to her clit. Her other hand grabs at her chest, Yena now rubbing herself in her most sensitive regions, unable to hold back a muted moan even through a bitten lip.

“Mmm, I don’t think it’s mature enough. Still too much clothes. How about you take that top off?”

Yena chuckles. There is lust in her eyes, scheming a plan on how to best present her breasts. She doesn’t want to just take it off; she wants to make a show out of it, and so Yena finds a loose string in her top and tugs. The more she pulls, the further her top unravels, slowly stripping away the last of her decency and exposing her chest little by little. Her underboob starts to get exposed; her breasts look so supple in this teasing state, leaving you in a stupor. Yena catches you licking your lips, and she pinches off the long string of yarn before going any further.

“Why’d you stop?” you ask.

She doesn’t need words to answer when she can use her body. You prefer it, even, knowing just how well she’s used it in the past. Yena doesn’t even break eye contact as she moves toward you on the bed, once again kneeling between your legs and guiding your stiff member underneath what’s left of her top and in between her breasts. Thrust upward, and your tip manages to escape through the other side of her cleavage. Now you see why she stopped at exposing just her underboob.

“God, Yena, your tits are fucking amazing.”

“Yeah, bet you never thought of titfucking me, huh? I’m actually surprised we haven’t done this yet.”

Yena purses her lips, conjuring saliva that drips down to her chest below. Her fingers start to rub, lubricating her cleavage with her bodily fluids. The sight alone causes you to throb uncontrollably between Yena’s pillows. She finally gives the command when she’s finally done.

“Fuck me, oppa.”

The feeling is somewhat unfamiliar as you push and pull against her chest for the first time. It’s euphoric, not unlike thrusting between Yena’s pink walls, but it’s the velvety softness hugging your shaft from both sides that really makes it extra special.

Yena lets out a moan. It’s just as pleasurable for her as it is for you, it seems. You increase your speed with each subsequent thrust, causing Yena’s contained breasts to heave heavily with rippling waves forming on the surface.

“Tell me how much you love fucking my tits, oppa.”

It’s hard to even answer her with how much focus it takes to thrust between her chest, but she takes your grunts as a sign of approval. Yena smiles back up at you, and you can’t help but think of ruining that pretty little face, those perky lips, and that blessed chest. Grab at her pigtails like they’re handle bars, and Yena purrs like a Harley. It stabilizes you, allowing you to rev faster between her breasts.

“Fuck, Yena, you’re so fucking amazing.”

Yena winces, but it’s not like she isn’t used to rough sex. She loves it, only goading you on more.

“Oh, I see you like it rough,” Yena says in response. “I can play that game, too.”

She reaches for the bullet vibrator on the floor, turns it on, and tucks it between her chest, wedging it under your shaft for mutual stimulation. Yena’s words come out in a raspy vibrato: “You like that , don’t youuuuu~?”

The feeling is intense: muscles spasming, toes curling, fingers tugging tighter on Yena’s black locks. It’s almost a little too much, feeling like you could cum on Yena at any given moment with how mind-numbingly good it is. You respond back with a low growl, surprised that it comes out with the same pulsating pitch as Yena.

Keep going. Yena’s saliva has long been dried up between her chest, leaving her skin in a reddish irritated state where your skin roughly rubs against hers. Somehow, fucking her tits still feels as good as the first thrust: with every push, beads of sweat begin to percolate down her neck and upper chest thanks to the hot and humid action, flowing down her cleavage and starting the lubrication anew.

“Cum all over my chest, oppa. I want it everywhere.”

You want to be defiant to her words, to hold out just a little longer and enjoy every moment. Yena can see it in the way you bite your bottom lip, can feel it in her hair tangling even tighter in your grasp. You try to look away, hoping that avoiding eye contact with Yena will prolong the inevitable. You try to think of anything else other than fucking your girlfriend’s tits silly. You try everything, but it isn’t nearly enough.

“It’s cute that you think you can hold out any longer, oppa.”

Yena grasps across her body underneath her breasts with one hand, pushing her chest together and suffocating your cock even more. Her other hand grips at your tip; with each thrust between her chest, she strokes, only further stimulating you. With her bullet vibrator still wedged between her chest and the underside of your shaft, there’s not much you can do to prevent the inevitable, and so when Yena tells you to cum all over her chest, you do as she says—there’s no negotiation.

“Fuck, Yena!”

You toss your head back and thrust upward one last time, holding her in place by her pigtails to ensure she receives the full force skyrocketing out of your cock. Yena grabs at your exposed shaft that throbs in her hands, coaxing every last drop out of you. Each of Yena’s strokes beat in time with each explosion that sprays her chest in white until there’s nothing left to give.

Yena’s chest is a mess, nothing but a wasteland of cum. Even her lips are painted in white as it drips in globs down her chin and back into the used crevice that heaves heavily around your softening cock. She grabs your phone again, taking more pictures of the artwork you just painted on her, lips protruding and proudly showing off your cum like a trophy.

“These look so great, oppa. You’re gonna love jerking off to these later!” Yena takes a second to admire the photos she took before finally slipping out of her top and turning off her vibrator.

Yena desperately looks around for something to wipe off the sticky load you left her. There’s no towels or tissues to be seen. She debates even using her skirt but eventually settles on her panties to wipe herself down, the purple undergarment now a creamy white as she tosses it toward the headboard.

“Now it’s my turn. Need you to make me cum.”

Yena pushes you down onto the bed, swinging one leg over you and hovering over your softening cock.

“This won’t do,” she says again.

“I don’t know if I have the strength to go again, Yena.”

“Maybe this might change your mind.”

Yena lowers herself onto you, her glistening pussy rubbing against the underside of your shaft, gyrating against you to change your mind. Her lips part ever so slightly at just the slightest pressure your tip exerts, revealing just how wet she already is. You can tell she wants to push further, wants to fill herself up with your cock, but if there’s one thing that Yena enjoys more than sex, it’s the chase.

She knows just how hypersensitive your cock is after an orgasm, and so she grinds harder to get you erect again. Let her. It’s what she’s good at.

Slowly, your cock starts to grow again. She continues, letting your shaft glide between the smoothness of her outer lips. When your tip pushes against her clit, she lets out a moan, causing you to leak a little more cum, her rosy slit now tinged in a hint of your white glaze. Yena pulls away with a smirk seeing you at full erection. She’s done her job, sowing the seeds in your mind to sow your seed in her.

“I guess you can just go back to work if that’s what you really want.” She feigns disinterest, looking away as she starts to dismount. By now, it’s a game of chicken seeing who’s the first to break, but the thing about Yena is that she never loses. Of course not. Who would dare turn down sex with Yena?

Tug at her hips and pull her back in. You know how this goes. This isn’t some random one night stand, this is Yena: idol, sex extraordinaire, owner of your cock. And so the moment she feels your fingers gripping her ass and pulling her back in, she knows she’s won.

“Good,” Yena says with a smile, “I knew you couldn’t resist.”

“Shut up,” you playfully tell her.

“Fill me up, oppa. Don’t go slow, either. Hard and fast. I’m already so close.”

You thrust upward into Yena, penetrating her easily as she lets out a sharp exhale. It’s effortless with how much she already got off on her vibrator and with how familiar she is with your cock. It’s home for you, living between her warm, inviting walls. You’d stay longer inside her and enjoy the moment if you could, but Yena wants hard and fast, so you give her exactly what she asks for.

Pull out halfway, slam back in, then repeat. It isn’t hard; you’ve done it before. Each thrust sends Yena’s head back further as she shuts her eyes, letting you do all the work. The cum you left on Yena’s pussy lips earlier starts to lather your shaft, creating a warm, creamy mess that starts to drip out of her slit with each penetration.

“That’s it, oppa. Fuck, you’re so big.”

Your nails dig deeper into her hips, gripping her firmly as you mindlessly fuck Yena into oblivion. She sucks in through gritted teeth, soldiering through the pain and taking in all the pleasure of your ramming cock. Yena’s breasts, still glistening with a mixture of sweat and leftover cum, bounce wildly up and down, keeping time with your pelvis crashing upward against her body.

“Ugh! So fucking good! Can’t believe how fucking good this cock feels in me.”

It’s too much to handle, having to do all the work while Yena stays stationary above you, screaming at the top of her lungs like she’s riding a roller coaster. She isn’t gonna shut up any time soon with how much she’s enjoying herself either, so you roll and toss her onto the bed; you’re the one hovering above her now.

Yena giggles. For how commanding she’s been during this lunch break, she still loves getting forced around and used like a rag doll. Her eyes open, giving a signal to push her further, to use her like a sponge and soak up all your cum.

“That’s it, oppa, make me your cumdump. F-fuck, right there, oppa, right there!”

Turn her around, force her diaphragm against the mattress so she stops quacking. It still isn’t enough.

“Stop being a tease and stick it back in! Fill my hole with cum, oppa. Make me dripping wet.”

You grab her soaked panties, the one she tossed on the bed after wiping herself off—there’s no reason to let all that cum go to waste. Ball it up and shove it into her mouth. She did say to fill her hole with cum; that’s her fault for not specifying which hole.

“Mmpph!” Yena cries out.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”

It’s a good pacifier and she loves it. Yena can only let out muted moans as you thrust back into her from behind. You push your hand against the small of her back, causing her ass to perk up for you and forcing any air out through her nose in an audible exhale. You give her ass a good slap; watch as it ripples against your crotch. Yena squirms and jerks forward, letting another moan escape between her cum-soaked duck lips.

She grabs at your phone again, unlocks it with a tap of “2909”—her birthday, of course—and starts to find the right angle for another photo to add to the growing collection. Leave it to Yena to make it Instagram-worthy, crawling a little to the left to make sure the sunlight hits her face just right, tilting her phone for the perfect shot.

“Mmm?” Yena asks as she lifts the phone up to let you admire the photo now saved for eternity in the cloud.

You like what you see on that tiny screen as you continue to pound her from behind. It’s the first time seeing her gagging on her panties between those protruding lips. Cum leaks down the corner of her mouth, catching between her cleavage in the bottom of the photo. The high angle also manages to capture her tiny, squishy butt and your tireless cock pistoning between her reddened cheeks.

“Looks so good, Yena. Such an obedient duck.”

You collapse onto her back; it’s exhausting trying to make your duck cum. One hand reaches underneath her, her nipples still hard as they’re pinched between your fingers. Your other hand grabs at her throat. She gulps, and you can feel that lump of cum going down her trachea. You run your lips on the side of her sweaty neck, tasting the tang of her sexual frustration.

“You’re so fucking tight, Yena. So close, aren’t you?”

Your hand releases Yena’s throat to reach out for her vibrator at the edge of the bed. You slide it underneath her, feeling around until it touches her clit. One flick is all it takes to turn her vibrator on, and she shudders, throwing her ass upward towards you when she feels that sensation pulsating against her sensitive hood. It’s too much for her. She tries to escape, tries to prolong the inevitable, but you push her back down with your cock and let her feel it, her own toy vibrating at maximum speed against her needy pussy.

“Ngghh~!”

Yena’s hands now grasp harshly at her bed sheets. Her crescendoing moans fight their way through her makeshift gag, back arching as her face drowns in her pillow—every telltale sign that Yena is close.

“It’s cute that you think you can hold out any longer, Yena,” you tell her, teasing her with the same sentiment she gave you earlier.

A couple more thrusts and Yena can’t take it anymore. She finally succumbs to her orgasm, her body convulsing, core tightening, pussy pulsating. You let her ride it out by continuing to thrust into her, but you start to feel yourself arriving at the same end as Yena.

Your grunts join Yena’s moans. Her walls constrict against your shaft. Warm bodily fluids flow out from between her pussy lips. You can’t tell if it’s yours or Yena’s. Doesn’t matter. You keep going until both of you are too drained to continue, stopping only after Yena’s flailing body eventually goes limp.

“Yena?”

You flip her around to make sure she’s still alive. Yena’s eyes stare off past the ceiling in a daze. Her breasts act as buoys, floating up and down with every inhale and exhale. Below, her bedsheets are marked with her essence in a huge puddle soaking into the polyester. Your own cum drips onto the bed sheets out of her pussy that’s almost unrecognizable behind the overflowing load.

You pull out the used lingerie out of her mouth. It’s completely clean, your cum now lining her stomach like the foie gras meal she is.

“That. Was. Amazing,” Yena manages to express, every word coming out in a drawn out breath.

You collapse once again, this time next to her, your arm reaching across her bare midriff for a quick cuddle. Yena grabs your phone one last time, taking one last picture from between her legs and capturing the collective mess.

“Shouldn’t you be getting back to work, oppa?”

You glance at your phone in Yena’s hand noticing it’s been nearly an hour since you clocked out of the office.

You lunge out of the bed. “Shit, shit, shit!”

“Man, these photos came out great, too, oppa!” Yena’s eyes widen as she scrolls through your phone, admiring all the photos she took while you hurriedly put your clothes back on.

“Can you hand me my keys and phone, babe?”

“Sure thing, oppa. Let me just put these photos in a secure folder for safe keeping.” When she finally finishes, she hands you the phone along with your keys.

“Gotta go,” you tell Yena, kissing her on her cheek. “I’ll call you later, maybe dinner tonight if you’re not busy?”

“Sure. And tell Wooseok I hope he enjoys the rest of his day!”

“Cool, see you tonight.”

* * *

It’s nearly 3:50 PM before Wooseok finally comes back from his lunch break.

“Dude, where have you been? It’s almost 4!” you tell Wooseok as he walks past your desk.

“Holy shit, dude. Those pictures your girlfriend sent me were so fucking hot. Completely drained me. Almost didn’t come back to work.”

“Photos? What photos are you talking about?”

Wooseok pulls out his phone, making sure no one else in the office can see all the photos Yena took of herself with your phone. “She texted these to me from your number,” he says with a big grin.

You hurriedly pull out your phone and confirm that Yena did, in fact, send all of the photos she took while at her apartment to Wooseok along with a message:

Hi Wooseok oppa! This is Yena, hope you enjoy these pictures of me 😄 consider it fan service for being one of my biggest fans and a sign of good faith that you won’t leak my relationship. See you at the next fan meet xoxo

There isn’t anything you can do about it now except to pray that Wooseok’s loyalty to Yena is strong enough to not ruin her career as well as yours.

“Please, Wooseok—”

“Don’t worry, I promised her I wouldn’t tell anyone,” Wooseok says after noticing the look of horror on your face. “But I’m definitely keeping these photos.”

And to think this all could’ve been avoided if you didn’t use Yena’s birthday as your passcode.

That’s the danger of owning a smartphone when you date Yena.