The Caring Leader

As Red Velvet’s leader, Irene had the responsibility of looking after her members. Each day of the week she would meet her girls in their dorms, rewarding them for their hard work. Monday and Tuesday belonged to Seulgi, Wednesday and Thursday to Wendy. Friday was baby Yeri’s day. And the weekend — which Irene would never admit aloud was her favorite —belonged to the group’s resident slut, Joy.

Irene knocked on the door, her stomach fluttering with butterflies. Spending time with Joy was the highlight of her week. She was beyond excited to shove her rigid meat inside all of the girl’s warm holes.

“Hello, Mommy,” Joy opened the lock, her plump lips curled in a wicked smirk. She wore lacy underwear and a small tank top, her abs and honey thighs on glorious display. “I’ve been so desperate without you.”

Irene groaned, her cheeks flushing with desire. Stepping inside the dorm, she flicked the door behind her. “Oh yeah?” She pushed Joy to the bed, her shiny hair splayed across the mattress. “It’s only been a week,” she whispered, pressing her lips to the girl’s neck. “You couldn’t even wait that long?”

Joy arched her back, her chest pressing into Irene. Her body was smooth and warm, her curves drawn into a perfect silhouette. “You couldn’t wait, either,” she remarked, a slight bite to her tone. “I hear all the girls moaning your name, the walls are thin.” With a smirk, she bucked her hip, the heat rubbing against the elder’s clothed groin.

“You sound jealous,” Irene muttered, stroking her hand beneath the girl’s tank top. Supple skin shivered beneath her palm, the definition of her abs carved yet soft. “You’re my favorite, Joy.” There was a seriousness to her voice. “You always have been.”

Joy trailed her fingers down Irene’s back, the poke of her nail scrapping across the shirt. “God, Irene,” she husked, her hands fumbling with the woman’s waistband. The girl only referred to the elder by name when she was emotionally bare, her playful facade taking a backseat. It was Joy at her weakest and her neediest. Irene fucking loved it. “You need to use me. Please.” Joy shifted her weight, her torso lifting off the bed. In one swift motion, she pulled the tank off, and her round breasts jiggled.

“Oh my god, fuck,” Irene groaned, her eyes turning black. She followed the girl’s lead, her hands quickly discarding her own shirt. The cold air pricked at her nipples, the nubs pulling into erect peaks. “I want you, baby.” No matter how many times they would fuck, there was still a tension to their interactions. The atmosphere pierced with a suffocating heat, her skin breaking out in beads of sweat.

Joy sat on the edge of the bed, her eyes drifting to the woman’s pants. “Irene, you have no idea how hard this week has been.” With an index finger, the girl pulled the fabric down Irene’s legs, her thighs quivering with goosebumps. “Every single night, I hear Wendy moaning. Seulgi crying. Yeri screaming.” Joy’s warm hand palmed Irene’s meat, the touch stirring her groin. “I hate it. I don’t want to share you, anymore.” In a languid motion, she slicked her hand up the flaccid girth, the nerves quickly swelling with blood.

“If it makes you feel any better, I, fuck!” Irene jerked, her cock stiffening to a raging erection. Joy’s eyelashes flickered, her gaze heavy and lewd. Her thick hair sat above her collarbone, her clear skin starting to tint with a pink flush. “You’re the only one I can fuck without a condom.” The woman bit the inside of her mouth, the taste of blood tipping her tongue. “Nobody else wants to take the pill. Scared they’ll gain weight.” Joy’s hand quickened, dainty fingers tightening into a fist. Her grip slicked the shaft, pulling the stiff skin into a slight twist near the head. A ball of spit fell from the girl’s full lips, the froth landing on the rigid shaft. The sound of the wet fap was like a slurp, precum squishing beneath the clammy palm. “I guess taking me raw is more important to you, huh?”

Joy smiled, straight teeth poking beneath her full lips. “I’d rather leave Red Velvet than never take you raw again,” she giggled, her cheeks blushing a deep red. The absurdity of the statement humoured Irene, her chest clenching with a contained laugh.

“As your leader, I’d never allow it,” Irene smirked, angling her cock to Joy’s face. The girl’s lips were thick and pillowy. Perfect for a blowjob. “Mmm,” she moaned, her swollen head smearing precum across the girl’s mouth. Irene’s dick was long and thick, the shaft pink with bulging veins that pulled tight under the skin. The cockhead throbbed a purply red, the tissue raw and dribbling with liquid. “Are you gonna try and deepthroat me again?”

Joy straightened her back, her chin lifting to extend her soft throat. “Of course, mommy.” She darted her tongue out, the wet muscle pink and daring. “Please gag me.”

Irene groaned, her penis standing tall between her legs. Joy’s cool breath tickled the swollen glans, her length teetering from the sensation. With a whip of her hips, she slapped the girth against the girl’s cheek. “God, you’re such a nasty slut.” It wasn’t even dirty talk at this point. It was simply what Joy was.

“Mommy, please!” Joy darted her tongue to the cockhead, her face filthy as she desperately tried to gobble the meat. Like a rabbit jumping for a carrot on a stick. “I need to taste it.” Her plump lips spread wide open, tongue flat and the back of her throat exposed. Her uvula dangled, the flesh like a leaver to hit. Irene was going to choke her.

“Okay, I hope you’re ready,” Irene chuckled, grasping a fistful of brown hair. She edged her dick over the tongue, the wetness dewy against her nerves. “F-Fuck,” she groaned, her skin shivering in delight. As she poked herself inside the moist cavity, Irene felt no struggle, no push-back. Had Joy been practicing? “Why is this so easy?” Another inch, half of her length now lodged inside the hole. Saliva slicked her cock, the friction wet and slippery. “Have you been sucking someone else?”

“Mmmph!” Joy muffled, her voice blocked by six inches of cock meat. Four inches to go. Her eyes were wide and pleading, a well of tears starting to rim the bottom.

“Oh fuck,” Irene rutted deep into her mouth, her cock sliding across the soft palate. Joy hollowed her cheeks, the softness hugging the woman’s girth. When her entire length was forced inside, she felt Joy constrict, the walls firm as if she wanted to choke her back out. Finally some resistance. “Joy, who else have you b-been fucking?” Irene slid her dick out, tapping it on the girl’s tongue. Strings of spit flicked from her cock, the liquid flying onto Joy’s face. “Hmm?” But before she waited for an answer, she jerked forward, thrusting back inside.

The heat engulfed her dick, the sensitive skin slobbered in the girl’s saliva. “Ugh, G-God.” The atmosphere stiffened to a lustful craze, the musk of sex pervading the air. Their gazes locked with a heady intensity, Joy’s eyebrows furrowing when Irene hammered her throat. Any moment now, and her cheeks would be drenched in tears. “Take it,” Irene husked, sweat dripping down her back. She gripped the back of Joy’s head, smooth hair bunched in her possessive grip. With a thrust, she forced the girl’s face to her crotch, her balls slapping against her chin.

“Fuck!” A strident yell ripped from her lungs, her meat pulsing with a raging beat. The suction was tight and wet, Joy’s delightful tongue gobbling her with gusto. The girl attempted to swallow, the push back of a gag poking the woman’s glans. “Ugh!” Irene used Joy’s mouth carelessly, as if the girl was a toy without emotion. She nailed the throat in broad strokes, the slobber of Joy’s spit drooling from her lips. “Is it too much for you?” With a muffled whine, Joy shook her head, the movement restricted by the huge girth splitting apart her face. Tears poured down her cheeks, skin red and shiny from the liquid.

“Why are you crying?” If it was Seulgi, Yeri, or Wendy that cried, Irene would have felt the pang of guilt. But Joy was a whore, and loved the harsh treatment. This was merely a service for her. “Mmm, y-yes.” The pound of her cock through the needy mouth elicited a wet gurgle, the sound stirring her groin. Fuck. She fisted the girl’s hair, her once-smooth locks now messy and tousled. Joy’s plump lips were red and swollen as they latched onto the impaled length. The suction wrapped around Irene like a vice. “Joy, I’m close.” A shockwave tore through her frame, her body breaking into a heated sweat. Irene gripped Joy’s ear, the flesh weak in her strong hand. With a splintered mind, she bucked into the girl, her prick rapidly pummelling the abused hole.

The throbbing in her cock built to a painful ache, a quiver travelling down her legs. Her body tensed, vision cast in tiny little flames. Irene was reaching the gates. “Oh shit! Fuck!” A torrent of semen ripped from the head of her dick. The fluid gushed down Joy’s firm throat. A rough choke tore from the girl’s chest, her tongue curling as if struggling to swallow the seed. Her eyes were red and misty, the tears staining her skin. Strings of cum seeped from the corners of her mouth. The white slid down her chin and landed on her breasts. “God.” Slowly, Irene withdrew her dick, the shaft popping out of the wet suction.

“F-Fuck.” Joy could barely speak, her voice horse from the intrusive cum. She looked like she’d been beaten and taken advantage of, her skin raw and covered in sticky ooze. “Thank you, Mommy.” Her eyelashes flickered, a sly look creeping across her gaze. A shadow of a smirk played at her lips, the plump flesh engorged and dipped in sperm. “Thank you for your cum.” With a soft hand, she drew a slick of fluid from her chin, the dew gathered on her finger like icing sugar. She rubbed the cum across her nipple, the brown nub glistening in essence. “You drive me crazy, Irene.”

The tears on her cheek started to dry, the streak a crusty outline. “God.” Joy leaned forward, her breasts pushing into a tight line of cleavage. “Taste yourself,” she uttered, extending her hand out to the woman’s face.

“What?” Irene’s eyes were glassy, focus dizzy from her orgasm. The scent of her spunk drifted past her nose. “O-Okay.” With a hesitant tongue, she licked a line across Joy’a finger, the taste sharp in her mouth. “Can you answer my question, now?”

Joy shifted off the bed, her hand tugging down her underwear. Her waxed pussy was smooth and glistening, arousal seeping from her engorged slit. “I sleep with everyone, you know this.” The inflection in her voice was confident and nonchalant, as if declaring a banal truth. “Why? Are you jealous, mommy?” The curve of her leg lengthened, the fabric of her panties sliding off her calf. Her legs were tanned and long, toned muscle tight behind supple skin. “Well that makes two of us,” she chuckled, the laugh rasped with darkness.

Irene’s heart hammered in her chest, the throb piercing through her ears. “I know what you’re trying to do.” With hungry eyes, her gaze flicked down Joy’s body, the girl’s waist narrow and thighs thick. “You’re trying to make me mad so that I’ll punish you.”

“I’ve been exposed,” Joy croaked, her voice barely above a whisper. The girl closed their distance, her warm body pressing to Irene. The hard tip of her nipples poked the woman’s chest, the nerves grazing across her skin. “Don’t pretend like you don’t want it, too.” Cool breath tickled Irene’s mouth, her lips tingling with want. “You have the other girls for normal sex,” she lightly pressed her lips to the leader, the kiss soft and teasing. Irene could taste the remnants of her tears. “Why not punish me like a whore? I think that’s much more fun.”

A primal grunt ripped from Irene’s lips. “Ugh, much more... fun.” Her tongue thrust down Joy’s throat, their saliva mingling in a slippery trance. The wet smack of their mouths crashed around them, their breathless gasps swallowed by tongue. Irene gripped the girl’s wrist, pulling it to her soft cock. The flesh was raw and sensitive, her balls light from the expunged cum. But Joy was one of a kind. The girl could make anyone hard within seconds. “Mmm,” Irene moaned into the kiss, Joy’s tongue swirling madly inside her mouth. The hand around her cock started to tug, the tissue quickly filling with blood.

“M-Mommy, I,” Joy gasped for air, a string of spit connecting their lips. Her eyes were black with a wild urge, her gaze fixated on the meat between Irene’s legs. “I need you inside, I can’t wait any longer.” Her grip tightened, the fist sending an aching jolt through the woman’s core.

“Jesus!” Irene yelped, her cock standing to a pulsing erection. The flesh was as hard as wood, the head pounding with blood. “That hurts!” Her jaw clenched, head flicked back in pain and pleasure. The raw numbness left her cock. A rapid fire took its place. 

“Sorry.” The girl loosened her grip, her digits trailing softly along the shaft. Her index finger poked at the head, the thick tool bouncing to the side. “Oh my.” Irene’s cock flicked back to the centre, the hard flesh smacking against Joy’s hand. A soft giggle slipped from the girl’s mouth, her eyes widening in delight. “I love when it does that.”

Irene groaned, a flicker of frustration churning in her gut. “Stop playing with me. Get back on the bed.”

“Gladly.” Joy smiled, her lips sly. The girl rounded the mattress, her hands shuffling through the bedside draw. Joy was a stunner, her face smooth like silk and her body refined from marble. But from behind? Fuck. She was godlike. Her ass was plump and round, the cheeks sitting firm as they rubbed against each other. The lamp cast a soft glow on the girl’s body. A honey-yellow light drifted across her buttocks. Tiny dews of sweat dripped down her back, the beads slowly slithering to the thick flesh. Irene’s mouth hung open, practically drooling at the sight.

“Baby,” Irene breathed, her groin tightening into a sharp knot. The girl turned to face her, her confident expression pulling into a seductive smirk.

“Mommy.” A bottle of lube clenched in Joy’s hand. She took a few long strides towards Irene, her full tits jiggling with each step. “Look what I’ve got.”

“God, Joy. You’re insatiable,” Irene uttered, her gaze hooded. Time crawled to a formless linger, the limbo pulling at her psyche.

“Mhm,” the girl hummed, latching her lips to Irene’s. “Please give it to me, mommy.” Her whisper felt intimate, as if the two were sharing a heavy secret. “None of my boyfriends have taken me there yet-“

The smack of Irene’s palm against Joy’s cheek elicited a strident slap, the sound tainting the walls. “Shut the fuck up,” she snapped, her temples throbbing with an impending rage. Irene wasn’t playing any more. “Do not,” the back of her hand smacked the other side of the girl’s face, her knuckles striking softness, “ever speak to me like that.” The blatant disrespect to the leader had her gut churning.

“Uhhnf,” Joy covered her cheek, her eyes sharp with a deranged focus. Her face was red, the print of Irene’s hand smacked across her porcelain skin.

“I’m fucking serious.” Irene threw Joy onto the bed, the girl’s body falling face down. 

Tender thighs shifted, Joy’s hands and knees pressing into the sheets. The girl was on all fours, her back arching like a wild beast waiting to mate. She parted her legs, her dripping pussy cracking open to expose her swollen hole. “Fuck me!” Joy begged, the plead like a manic scream.

Irene knelt behind, her firm dick stroking up and down the crack. “Don’t tell me what to do.” Precum dribbled out of her cock, the fluid smearing across the firm rump. “You forfeited that right, Joy.” With a light buck, she teased her girth through the girl’s folds, wetness dousing the meat. Her cock throbbed, the moist heat tingling the nerves. Irene felt dizzy, adrenaline pulsing through her veins.

“Oh, God,” Joy whined, her ass pressing back into the rigid tool. “P-Please,” she glanced at Irene, her silky hair falling over her shoulder. “I’m sorry, mommy. I’m sorry for-ugh!” A smack to her ass and Joy was quivering, fluid gushing over the woman’s dick. The spank was harsh and callous, Irene’s palm stinging from the impact.

“Urrgh,” Irene growled, poking the cockhead through the ring of Joy’s gaping cunt. Wet walls parted, the pussy splitting open with each thick inch. “You feel amazing.” Intense pleasure slashed up her spine, her brain breaking into mindless lust. The girl’s hole was warm and tight, the spongy ridges tightly holding her girth.

“Y-Yeah, fuck.” Joy’s ass bounced on Irene’s dick, the firm flesh swallowing the meat whole. The girl was a needy whore, her body merely a vice for sex and pleasure. Her pussy fluttered around the woman’s penis. Their bodies fused into one. “I-I want, I, fuck,” Joy’s elbows buckled, her chest pressing to the mattress. The angle lifted her backside higher, her cunt spreading for the impaled rod.

“You want what?” Irene gripped the girl’s hips, her groin banging into the used cunt in rapid thrusts. Balls slapped against her thigh with each outward rut, the movement rushed and desperate.

“Hnnn!” Joy turned her head, her face lifeless against the pillow. Her expression was dazed, eyes rolling back with each rough plow. Her cheeks were red and abused, old tears and cum streaking across the raw skin. “Fuck m-my,” on shaky arms, she leaned up, her limbs struggling to lock, “fuck my ass.”

Irene laughed, the spear of her hard girth penetrating the heat mercilessly. “God, you’re filthy.” With a steely willpower, she slowly withdrew her cock from the cozy embrace, the cold air tickling her drenched veins.

“Here,” Joy croaked, reaching back to hand over the lube.

Irene lathered her cock, the liquid cold against her sensitive skin. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach, her excitement bubbling.

“Mommy, right here.” Joy’s nails dug into the tissue of her plump ass, the flesh parting to expose her tight anus. “God, I’ve dreamt of this for s-so long.” The girl lay shamelessly on the bed, her body lewdly exposed and free for the taking.

The soft mattress pressed into the woman’s knees, her lubed cock sliding in her palm. Her chest ached, the pound of her heart throttling and restless. “So have I,” Irene confessed, gripping the base of her cock. The length poked the closed hole, the flesh soft and puckered. Lubricant smothered Joy’s anus, the pink shining with thick liquid.

“Nnngh!” Joy spread her buttocks open wider, her nails drawing a red streak across the cheeks. The hole fluttered and clenched, the slight friction brushing the throbbing head. 

Steadily, Irene balanced her hand against the small of the girl’s back. Heat melted her palm, Joy’s sweaty skin slicking against her hold. “Oh shit.” Irene nudged her way inside, the mushroom head forcing open the hole. The girl’s anus was tight like an elastic, the rim snapping sharp around the woman’s cock. “Jesus!” It was a tighter sensation than anything she had ever experienced.

“Irene!” Joy’s hands fell from her asscheeks, her entire upper body collapsing onto the mattress. She gripped the bedsheets, the white fabric bunched in her white fists. “St-Stop. You’re t-too big,” she babbled, her mouth loose and slurred.

Irene pulled out, her cockhead swelling with blood. Joy’s asshole quivered, the pink hole clenching onto air. A dollop of translucent lube oozed out of her anus, the dew trailing down her thigh. “I don’t care,” Irene husked, jerking her dick in quick tugs. She smacked the girl’s ass, her hand print a fiery red against supple flesh. Arousal weaved through her brain, her primal instinct tainting her conscious.

“Joy, fuck!” The thick girth punctured the tight ring, a stern tremor trailing up her abdomen. Joy’s anus gripped her like a vice, the rigid walls strangling her shaft. The smell of sex wafted through the room, the scent musty and wicked. It took everything for Irene to insert herself slowly, each prod slipping into the heat inch by steady inch. The woman wanted to bottom out, her monstrous meat breaking the anus apart in one swift motion.

“Mommy!” Joy howled, her legs shaking. Her back dipped, the curve drawn to a velvety line.

The hole sucked the length in like a vacuum, the hot flesh moulding around the intrusion. After tonight, Irene would never be content with just pussy. “Jesus, you’re so, f-fuck, so tight.” Her wood stretched the cavity, the tissue starting to yield to the hardness. A flurry of moans left the girl’s mouth, her eyelashes hooded and pupils off-centred. She looked intoxicated and numb, as if spent from a weeklong bender.

“Uh-uhn, ugh!” Joy’s hole gaped, the wet flesh swallowing Irene’s cock. “Feels so g-good.”

With a sharp buck, Irene impaled the girl to the bed, her entire length sheathed in the tight sleeve. The cock buried in the hole, the snap of her hips hitting a hilt. “God,” she groaned, thrusting her cock in slow, circular motions. Each time she withdrew, she felt the grooves clench to her meat, desperate to keep her lodged inside.

The slow fuck was torturous, Irene’s gut rumbling with with an insatiable need. Joy wasn’t built to be taken slow. “Worthless whore.” Abruptly, she quickened her pace, her meat plowing through the anus in frantic bursts. Heat crept up her chest, skin flushed in a deep pink. The sound of their drilling was heavy and wet, their thighs hitting with a moist slap. Irene fisted a bunch of Joy’s hair and yanked, the girl’s face pulled tight.

“Ughhhnn!” Joy couldn’t speak, she’d lost all sentience. All she could do was moan and fuck.

The girl’s body was bent with force, her upper body pulled into the air as she was nailed from behind. “Mm, ughhh.” Her voice was strangled, the hard yank of her hair drawing her throat tight. God. Irene had complete control over her.

A quiver shot through the woman’s cock, her balls full with a new dump of cream. She jerked her groin, the plow of her rod entering deep and hard. Sweat drenched her skin, the slip gliding along their slapping thighs. “B-Baby,” she husked, stars penetrating her vision.

“H-Hard,” Joy gasped, a string of saliva sliding out of her mouth, “h-harder.”

Irene drew her hands around Joy’s throat, her fingers pressing into the skin. The choke rendered the girl silent, her loud moans now strangled. “Like this?” Irene moaned, gripping onto the girl as she hammered her cock in erratic strokes. The drive of her meat was rough, the incessant forge rendering both of the lovers breathless.

Her balls slapped against Joy’s cunt with each thrust, the sack slicked in her liquid. Choked pants echoed through the room, Joy’s struggle obvious to anyone that may hear.

“What do you think the girls would say if they knew what we did tonight?” Static splintered Irene’s core, her body turning rigid. A gush of wetness doused her sack, the fluid seeping out of Joy’s hot cunt. Irene watched as her pink meat parted the plump flesh, the soft cheeks gliding along her veiny shaft.

“I-I” Joy heaved, the fingers on her throat blocking the airway. The girl’s body felt loose, as if Irene was fucking a brainless pulp of flesh. The drool dripped down Joy’s chin, her eyes black and veiled. Her anus clenched, the bud fluttering around the hard penis. “I c-c-" Irene slipped her grip down Joy’s body, her palms landing on the girl’s swaying tits. A loud cough and Joy was sputtering, spit flying from her mouth. “I came.” Fuck!

“Oh my God.” Irene’s cock throbbed, the ache drawn tight. Unspent seed pulsed in her sack, her body desperate for release. Her thrusts became uneasy, the jerk of her body wild and deranged. “Jesus!” Fire licked up her groin, the coil unwinding with white spunk. Seed busted from the tip, the splash gushing inside the tight anus.

Irene melted, her body dissolving through the floor. With desperate jerks, she emptied herself in Joy, the cum filling her up to the brim. “God.” She rolled her hips, the high waving through her body. After a moment of euphoria, her cock popped out of the hole, the pink bud gaping wide. White cum seeped out of the raw anus, the liquid stringing down to the sheets. Irene watched as the ring slowly constricted back to normal, the loose flesh tightening into a wrinkly pucker. It was the most depraved sight that she had ever seen.

“That felt amazing,” Joy husked, her knees buckling to the bed. Her body collapsed, skin pressed against the mattress.

Irene’s tired cock flopped between her legs, the soft meat sticking to her inner-thigh. Heavy breaths ripped from her chest, her racing heart slowing to a steady throb. “Mmm,” she hummed, flipping the girl onto her back. Joy’s hair stuck to her breasts, the sweat streaked down her chest. “So amazing.” Irene crawled above the girl, their naked bodies hot and damp. Usually she’d leave afterwards, but tonight felt different. A euphoria swirled in her chest, her heart full and bursting at the seams. Irene loved her girls dearly. She always had.

“Stay with me a little longer, Mommy.” With a sleepy gaze, Joy propped up, her cheek resting against her palm. Her body was ruined, sores blotching her skin and cum staining her thighs. She looked like an ethereal angel, fallen from grace and buried in the depths.

“Promise you won’t tell the girls? I don’t want them to know I favor you.” Irene slid beside her, the bedsheets cold against her warm body. The bed was damp with sweat and cum, the liquid sticking to her skin.

“I promise,” Joy whispered, trailing her hand along the curve of the woman’s hip. They kissed, the tender touch lighting a fire.

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In Our Joy

A round of applause echoed through the studio. The wrap of a hard day’s work had come to an end. Joy was clad in black lace, her lips a crimson red. It felt like the hundredth commercial this week, the sponsorships coming in hot and fast. “I’m so proud of you, darling,” Irene murmured, a soft hand on Joy’s shoulder. The leader was dressed in a black suit, her attire dominant and professional. A bright spotlight still shone on the girl’s face, the glare tugging on her eyelashes. Her hair and makeup was elevated to a high definition. The cake of foundation was opaque against her skin, the stroke of eyeliner bold across the lid.

Cameramen and crew started to pack up, the men in black folding equipment in monotonous routine. Yeri, Seulgi, and Wendy were there too, their presence peculiar. Irene often joined Joy on her shoots, her gaze watching with a motherly care. The others? Well, they tended to go about their own day.

This was a new type of brand for Joy. She’d acted seductive on camera before, her dark gaze brooding into the lens. But lingerie was a whole other level. In her head, an itching pest told her she’d receive backlash for this. Slut-shamed on social media and forever type cast as the whore. Perhaps they wouldn’t be wrong. “Alright men,” Irene announced, back straightened and hands clasped, “thank you for today. Please take your leave.”

It was a wonder that Irene could wield such power over the staff. Their faces were meek as they scurried away, tail between their legs and ears drooped. “What’s going on?” Joy asked, the harsh spotlight dimming to a soft hue. Everyone was gone, the silence stark and cold. The other girls remained. But they kept quiet. There was a cheeky glint in Yeri’s gaze, her lips curled in a smirk. Seulgi and Wendy seemed shy, though. Their eyes distant. Something strange was brewing.

“We’re here to congratulate you,” Irene uttered, cupping the girl’s face. Her fingers were featherlight against her skin, the tender touch sending a tremble down her spine. “You’ve been working so hard, going above and beyond. You deserve a reward.” The leader drifted her hand across Joy’s face, red matte smudging underneath her thumb. The scent of Irene’s perfume wafted past her nose. Spicy and sweet like cinnamon. Joy bit her lip, the tart lipstick pricking her tongue. Adrenaline flooded her veins, the excitement labouring her breath.

“A-Are you implying what I think you are?” The girl murmured, her limbs starting to dissolve. The spell she was under was bound by blood, her body tethered to her leader’s every word. She shivered, her exposed cleavage breaking into goosebumps. The lace she wore was silky and light, and yet it weighed on her like a ton.

“Yes, my dear.” The woman closed the distance, her moist lips capturing Joy’s in a passionate lock. Vision faded to black as her eyes fluttered shut, the presence of the others a fleeting memory. For a moment, she and Irene were the only two people in the room. Heat trapped between their lips, the slick of their swirling tongues wet and lush. Joy thread her hands through the woman’s hair, the strands silken through her fingertips. Kissing Irene always felt magical, her attention always setting Joy alight. If she could — she would kiss her forever. Their mouths latched with fervour, lips gliding as tongues poked for saliva. A moan ripped from Joy’s chest, a familiar slick of wetness pooling between her thighs.

“Uhm. Are we just here to watch?” Yeri’s brazen voice cut through the daze. Joy’s eyes shot open, her breath unsteady and knees weak. She girl stood by a desk, her full tits poking beneath a tight white shirt. Hard nipples printed the fabric, the cotton stretching around the bud. God. Yeri had amazing breasts.

“Be patient, baby,” Irene cooed, her voice directed at Yeri. But her eyes remained trailed on Joy. With a soft moan, she wrapped her thin arms around the girl’s waist, the touch tender and loving. Joy melted, her heart liquefying through her chest. As much as she loved fucking Irene, she loved hugging her just as much.

“It’s-It’s okay if you don’t want us here,” Seulgi stammered, her eyes flicking around the room. The hesitance pulled the room tight, the tension simmering to a boil.

Irene pressed her lips to Joy’s cheek. The gloss branded her face. “Don’t listen to them,” she whispered, breath drifting across her skin. “You’ll have your turn with everyone.” The girl bit her lip, the plump flesh pulled between her teeth. Anticipation pulsed through her body in a flurry, the static setting her skin on edge. Joy loved her mommy’s cock, having worshiped every inch of the glorious meat as it plowed her mouth and ripped her cunt. It was the only cock she needed, and yet— she couldn’t deny it. She’d craved the other girl’s cocks just as much. Finally, she’d get to have a taste.

“Mommy,” Joy purred, her gaze black with lust. “Thank you for this gift.” The gratitude dripped sweetly from her lips, syrup sticking to the floor.

“Anything for our Joy.” The woman hooked her finger under the girl’s lacy strap, sliding it down her arm. A quiver shot up her spine, her skin breaking out in a cool sweat. “You look beautiful,” Irene purred, her hand lightly tugging on the hem. Lingerie slipped from Joy’s frame. The fabric pooled at her feet. Only a red set of lacy underwear clad her body, her stomach exposed and shivering. Her nipples stiffened to an aching peak, the nerve brushing against the bra cup. Arousal stuck to her panties. “Come here, girls.” The leader motioned her hand, commanding the group’s every step with the gentle flick of a wrist. She palmed the girl’s clothed mound, her nails scrapping over the engorged folds. The soft touch pumped blood through Joy’s body, liquid seeping out of her hole. “Come and look.”

Yeri strode across the studio, her feet practically skipping with enthusiasm. Wendy wasn’t far behind, a look of adoration tinting her bright gaze. Their eyes made contact, Joy’s vulnerability stripping to a raw wound. “W-Wendy,” she whispered, fighting the urge to cover herself. Joy blushed, cheeks warm and pink. With Irene, she was wild and free, the depths of depravity brought to light as her womanhood stretched into oblivion. But the thought of fucking Wendy almost brought her to tears, a nervous quiver pricking her heart. It felt forbidden, the line impossible to cross. They were best friends. Fuck. She wanted it though. So badly.

The leader snaked her finger beneath the bra, hands fidgeting with the lock. With a snap, the band came undone, her round breasts falling out of the fabric. “God,” Irene husked, latching her plump lips to the swollen nipple. The suction elicited a moist slick, wet sounds elevated in the quiet room. Pleasure spread through the girl’s frame, the suckled nerve shooting a tingle straight to her clit. Desperate for warmth, she arched her back, her chest pressing into the leader’s face. The nub pulled into wet heat, Irene’s mouth tightening around the dark areola. The woman prodded Joy’s nipple with care, spit soaking the sensitive skin, tongue dancing around the bud. For a moment, it felt like their roles had reversed — Joy was the mother offering her tit.

Seulgi was the last to appear in the dimmed spotlight, dainty fingers tying her hair back into a slick ponytail. Her neck was pale and long, where prominent collarbones sat beneath. A lithe body, and a pretty face, but Joy knew how monstrously big Seulgi was between the legs. She’d walked in on her in the shower once, steam billowing across the glass as her soft hand wrapped around thick meat.

“Take off your panties, darling.” Irene’s instruction was calm, her gaze soft and tender. The girl slid down the lace, the fabric falling to the floor. A slight draft tickled her cunt, the folds swollen and sopping with wet arousal. She hung her arms by her sides, her intimate parts bare to every harsh angle. There was no sexy pose, no coy hand covering a nipple. “Isn’t she beautiful, girls?” Joy stood there utterly naked, her body exposed to four sets of hungry eyes. The other women were fully clothed, the contrast sending a tremor through the girl’s heart. She felt like a mannequin on display, a plastic body stripped of all its garments.

“Very beautiful,” Wendy hummed, her voice tipped with a dulcet softness. Cool air simmered to a heat. The compliment stripped a layer off Joy’s skin, her emotional guard withering to dust. “May I touch her?” The request took her by surprise, her full lips parting as strangled breaths wafted through. Wendy approached the girl, her stride steady. Floating on a cloud, gliding on water. Her movement seemed ethereal. Brunette locks cut along her shoulder, the hair slightly swaying with each step.

“Yes, you may,” Irene answered.

Joy fidgeted with her hands, the skin clammy and hot. A buzz swirled in her chest, the prickling tearing through the seams. She’d never seen the girl like this — so confident and self-assured. Wendy’s eyes blazed, lashes hooding her gaze. Christ, she looked so hot.

“Joy, I’ve wanted to do this for a very long time.” Electricity spiked along her skin, the confession short-circuiting her brain.

“S-So have I, you have no idea how much.” Wendy lightly drifted her hand down Joy’s abdomen, the touch leaving sharp goosebumps in its trail.

“God, I...” Joy dipped her head, capturing the shorter girl’s mouth in a searing kiss. Their lips popped open within seconds. Tongues twisted in sinuous rolls. Wendy gripped her hips, pinning her clothed groin to her thigh. The wet muscle in her mouth started to thrust, lathering her tongue in spit. Each flick of Wendy’s tongue sent a trail of fire down to her core, as if she was lapping her cunt, instead. Joy cupped the girl’s cheek, thumb grazing along the soft flesh. She smouldered. Kissing her best friend was a fantasy realised. A wish fulfilled. She could die happy.

And then she felt it. Wendy’s girth stiffening against her leg. Joy jerked, hands frantically unbuttoning the girl’s blouse. Through the movement, their lips never detached, noses bumping as their heads tilted to deepen the lock. Breath exhaled nosily through brief moments of respite, their lips trembling before connecting once again. “Mmm,” Wendy moaned, the vibration shooting down to Joy’s core. Her shirt ripped off with a frantic pull, the last button scattering to the floor. Joy was starving, she couldn’t wait any more. How many years had it been since they’d debuted? She’d been waiting ever since.

Wendy’s semi hardened to a solid erection, her trousers pulling around the length. With a curious touch, Joy reached down to palm the tent, feeling the cock twitch beneath the fabric. “Fuck, you’re hard.” Finally, she pulled away from the kiss, her lips wet and tingling. Breathless and dizzy, Joy yanked down the hem, the pants sliding down the underwear.

“Oh fuck,” the girl gasped, her mouth agape. Wendy’s veiny dick sprang out from the confines, the meat flicking up to smack her pale abdomen. The cock was wide, girth swollen and pink. A dribble of precum oozed out of the tip, the dew like a delicious treat. Joy’s mouth watered, her face frozen in an awe-struck gawk. “You’re so thick.” As if possessed, she sank to her knees, the floor hard against the bone. Facing the penis, she opened her mouth, tongue out and hands gliding along solid thighs. From up close, the rod looked intimidating, head red and monstrous.

“Hnnn,” Wendy moaned, lightly bucking her hips. Joy snaked her fingers around to the girl’s rump, the flesh squishy in her caress. Holy fucking shit. Her ass felt incredible. With a daring lick, she poked the slit of the cockhead. “Shit!” Wendy mewled, her eyes clenching shut. Joy slithered along the underside, the shaft veiny on her tongue. The musk of sex permeated through the studio, the scent slicking her pussy with viscous strands of arousal.

“You taste,” she pressed a soft kiss to the tip, “so amazing, Wendy.” The cock teetered in the air, as if content with the praise and attention. It deserved all the praise Joy could give it. Fuck. It deserved to be praised every hour of every day. Joy was nothing but a hole, built to serve and pleasure cock. Honestly? She wasn’t even worthy to be used by such delicious meat. Horny and deranged beyond control, Joy parted her lips, slowly taking the girth inside. Saltiness pricked her tongue, tastebuds melting with delight. She felt Wendy pulse, mouth stretching wide to take the hefty girth. But before she could bob her head, the strident bark of their leader severed the room.

“I said you could touch her, not fuck her.” The girl’s cock immediately slipped out of her mouth, the tool slick with saliva. Wendy’s eyes snapped to Irene, her face flushing in embarrassment. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” she murmured, the apology like a chant.

“Always remember, I get to take Joy first.” Irene’s expression was steely, her eyes drawn sharp. “Understood?” The girl’s all nodded in unison. Joy’s gaze flicked to their nether regions. Dick prints outlined their trousers, every single one them packing a massive bulge. While frolicking with Wendy, she’d somehow forgotten she was being watched. The little performance had clearly turned them all on.

“Now, this is what we’re going to do...” Irene uttered, shimmying out of her clothes. Her pale skin glimmered in the soft light, pink cock standing proudly between her legs. The lines of her lithe frame contrasted against the black studio, a shadow dipped above her collarbone. Wobbly, Joy raised to a stand, chest thumping and pussy clenching to air. Irene was a petite woman, with small breasts and slender arms, but good lord, her prick looked like it belonged to a monster. An absolute behemoth of throbbing cockmeat that twitched like it had a mind of its own.

“I’m going to fuck her, and you’re all going to watch.” Irene paced to the naked girl, her hard dick swaying with each step. Joy’s eyes darkened. “Get into position.”

With a nod, the girl laid on the floor, her back pressing into the cold ground. A crisp chill struck her core. “L-Like this?” she asked, bending her knees and hooking her hands beneath. Feet dangled in the air, her stomach clenching from the bend. From this position, her cunt was wide open, glistening folds parting to expose a fluttering hole.

“Mhm, your pussy is so cute.” The smooth tone of Irene’s voice was almost innocent, as if she wasn’t uttering such dirty words. Joy bit her lip. A giggle bubbled within her chest. Heat trailed up the girl’s skin, Irene’s body pressing on top of her. The woman’s weight shifted across her chest. Firm nipples caressed, the nerves lightly rubbing.

“Fuck, mommy, I want it.” To the side, Joy noticed the girl’s palming their clothed bulges, rods desperate to spring out. Their gazes drank the scene with what looked like a manic thirst, eyes dark and lips parted. Jesus. Being watched was so fucking hot. “P-Please.” Her tongue slithered along her lip, the flesh pulsing with blood. Irene’s cock poked her clit. The length stroked through her folds, meat slicking with juices. “God!” Joy rocked her head to the side, stars breaking into her vision. Her nub was rigid, aching, bursting for release. The slight friction pulled the red tip out of the swollen hood. “Please fuck my pussy, I need you.”

Irene pressed down on her thighs, nails digging into flesh. Joy’s legs spread to the floor, her hamstrings pulled taut. With a strangled grunt, Irene speared her cockhead through the tight entrance, Joy’s hungry cunt gobbling up the girth. “Shit!” the girl yelled, walls clenching around the penetration.

“Girls, while you w-watch,” Irene breathed, cock slowly spreading open the pussy meat, “feel free to take off your clothes and keep each other hard.” Holy fuck. That sounded so erotic. Joy mewled, little flickers running ransom in her gut. The tip of the woman’s cock hit the spongy ridge inside her cunt. “God, Joy, you’re extra tight today.” The girl clenched, the thick rod pulsing inside. Deeply, Irene speared the rest of her length through the hole, cock bottoming out and balls slapping her taint.

“Oh! M-Mommy!” Joy snaked her hands around the elder’s neck, pulling her down to lock their lips. They kissed with a renewed heat, tongues gliding in time with the slow back and forth of their connected groins. The sound of their sexual coupling tremored along the ground. Her plump ass screeched against the floor with each thrust, clammy skin skidding across hardwood. It didn’t take long before Irene quickened her pace, hips crashing with rapid force. Her dick impaled Joy’s slutty cunt in steep strokes. “Mmph!” Their smooch unlocked. Spit slicked between them, the string tethered by a tiny thread. Heavy panting drifted across the girl‘s mouth. Breath tickled her shiny lips.

Irene’s massive cock filled her completely, stuffed to the brim and pushing against her cervix. Soft grunts slipped from the elder’s lips, dick sheathing in fluid as it tore the hole apart. Joy felt it grow in size. The twitching meat plowed the tight cavity into oblivion, pleasure tearing through the girl’s boiling skin. God, if she wasn’t an idol she’d be begging to be bred, to feel the unprotected cock shooting virile seed into her womb. Fuck it, Joy was so ripe, her body young and teeming for the glow of fertilisation. She needed it. She needed to bear Irene’s offspring. It was primal, a survival instinct. “Mommy, please!” Joy clung to the slamming hips, her fingers reaching to give the tight ass a gentle squeeze. “Cum inside me.”

“God! Uh!” Irene groaned, her hands trailing up to grip the girl’s jiggling breasts. Blood pounded through Joy’s head, her stomach taut. The pressure was unbearable, her clit tightening with an impending release. The woman’s cock rammed her like she was worthless. A marionette to be used. With blurry vision, she turned her gaze to the side. Fuck. The other girl’s were all stark naked, junk stiff and jutting out. Their cocks were all huge, veiny, and with dark pink balls that hung beneath. Sticks of flesh that glistened like juicy popsicles. Joy smiled. She was the luckiest girl in the world.

“Shit!” Irene’s nails dug into the girl’s breasts, the sensation a delightful sting. Joy felt the cock throb inside her walls, meat swelling to an even bigger size. “A-Are y-you watching, girls?” she moaned, voice erratic and husked. Sweat dripped from her forehead, the droplet sliding down her nose and falling onto Joy’s face. The bone of her groin smashed into the girl’s producing clit with each downward thrust.

“Ahhh! Mommy! Mommy!” Joy babbled like a needy child, her body heightened to the brink of insanity. Pleasure cut through her like a knife. Yeri slid down to her knees, full lips intaking Wendy’s huge cock. Her pink mouth slobbered the meat, strings of saliva drooling from the sides. It was the last thing Joy saw before her mind went numb and her vision pierced with white. “God! Oh fuck!” A gush of liquid released from her cunt, the ramming cock squelching from the flood. She wrapped her arms around Irene’s back, as if to cling to reality. But it was no use. Her orgasm ripped the spirit out of her body, conscious broken, eyes rolled back.

Irene’s thighs slapped to Joy, the squish of their skin melding into one mess of flesh. “Joy! Shit! Take my cum!” A guttural groan tore from her chest. Her body jerked, back tense and muscles clenched under the girl’s palm. Jets of hot cum plugged her abused hole. The spray of white pumped out in erratic bursts, each sticky string lifting Joy closer to heaven. God. She felt so full. The seed rooted deep inside her pussy, fluid hitting her womb and filling her to the brim. She imagined their union conceiving a spawn, growing a tiny Irene in her stomach. Joy was a whore designed to be bred. Procreation was destined.

“Mommy, yes! Breed me.” The girl wrapped her legs around Irene’s waist, clenching her cunt muscles to hold every last drop of precious semen. Lifting her hips, she helped Irene ride the wave, humping the twitching cock until it was emptied of all essence.

“Shit.” Irene was breathless, her eyes lost in a daze. Her lips were tinted with the red of a hard climax. “I came inside.” A hint of worry marred her raspy voice. Joy chuckled, the tight clasp of her legs slipping to the floor.

“Don’t worry. I wanted it.” She felt Irene’s penis soften inside her warmth, the penetration now cozy and soft. Slowly, the prick slipped out of the hole, a slop of white goo drizzling out. The emptiness had her cunt fluttering, sad and cold without its owner. “God, Irene,” Joy reached down between their bodies, hand playing with her cum-drenched pussy. Strings of spunk stained her fingers.

She licked the white, the essence tangy on her tongue. “Yummy.” Irene’s gaze seemed to refocus, her blackened eyes fixed on the slurping cum. Joy could live off cum if she could. For breakfast, lunch, and dinner. It was the tastiest meal. Tart and sweet. Thick and creamy. “Mmm, so delicious.” Her lips sucked down to the knuckles, digits sliding in and out with a wet pop. Strands webbed between her fingers, the moist ropes like cookie dough.

Black hair stuck to Irene’s neck, her chest heaving. Joy had always been a slut in bed. But by the way that the woman looked at her, with a parting mouth and a curious gaze, it was as if she’d reached a new low. Or high. “Jesus, what’s gotten into you?” Irene shifted off the girl’s body, planting her knees to the floor.

“I guess I like being watched.” Joy offered a cheeky smile, lifting up to rest on her elbows. From this angle, her breasts dipped, sweat sticking beneath the crease. “Mmm.” Tingles shot to her head, brain fuzzy. Her muscles were soft, the euphoria lulling her body into a calm trance. With a hum, she sat upright and crossed her legs, the cool air tickling her gaping cunt.

A wet slobber echoed through the room. Joy looked to the side, her hooded eyes taking in the scene. For a moment, she was content to just sit there, relaxed in her post-bliss, watching Wendy receive a guzzling blowjob. Poor Seulgi still stood alone, her face stunned and her cock a fiery red. Fuck. Was she...?

“Irene,” Joy whispered, eyes trailing along Seulgi’s graceful figure. Her muscles were defined and tight, the definition lean on her abdomen. It looked like her body was carved from marble. “Is Seulgi a virgin?”

“Ask her yourself.” On shaky legs, Irene stood up, her prick flopping between her thighs.

Joy smirked, eyelashes flickering to seduce. “Seulgi,” she purred, gazing at the stiff pole. Good lord. The hefty length had a slight bend to it, the tip swaying upwards. Parting her legs, she planted her feet on the floor, baring her glistening pussy to the girl. “Are you a virgin?” She patted her folds, a dull tap emitting from her palm. Taking a virgin cock seemed so very appealing — offering the intimate gift to such a used slut as herself. The thought made her quiver in suspense. Her pussy couldn’t wait to devour the untouched meat.

“Uh...” Seulgi’s eyes flicked to Irene, as if searching for a way out.

“Tell her, sweetheart. It’s nothing to be ashamed of.” Irene’s voice melted the room, the reassurance like a mother soothing a worried baby.

“O-Okay. Yes, yes I am.” Seulgi bowed her head, her lips tilting into a sheepish smile. A light pink blushed her cheeks.

“Will you fuck me, Seulgi?” Joy stuck a finger into her hole, a mixture of wetness and Irene’s cum swirling around. “I promise your first time will be amazing with me.” She dug out the remnants of the leader’s seed, white filth smearing across the black floor.

“I...” Seulgi’s cock bobbed, the appendage nodding to the request. Even if the girl said no, her dick was saying yes. “I-I want...” she stammered, gripping the base in a strangled hold. The purple veins raised, the rod a gristly pound of muscle. “Yes, I want it.” 

Gratitude erupted in Joy’s chest, the sensation like a vine blooming with floral life. “Thank you. Thank you so much.” A small tear slid from her eye. Four beautiful cocks, one a virgin, and all throbbing to plug her holes. This was the gift that kept on giving.

“Right here,” Irene uttered, pointing to a spot on the ground. The shy girl slowly walked to the leader. “Are you ready?” she trailed her fingers up Seulgi’s arm, a soft smile tugging at her lips. The woman looked like a proud teacher, watching her student flourish in the big wide world. Seulgi was in the presence of beloved group members, with their soft eyes and their comforting hands — it was such a wonderful way to lose innocence. If Joy wasn’t so fucked out in bliss, she might even feel a little jealous.

“I’m ready.” A flutter danced in Joy’s chest when she heard the words, her clit twinging in anticipation.

“Good girl,” Irene breathed, tracing a strand of hair behind Seulgi’s ear. They shared a deep, tender kiss. The sound of their lips rolling was moist and slippery. Or maybe that was the sound of Yeri sucking dick.

Seulgi laid down on the floor, her pale body straight and her cock pointing to the ceiling. The length looked lonely standing there, all swollen and red. It needed an experienced mentor. “God. You’re so big.” Joy straddled the girl’s waist, her knees pressing to the ground. Her sinful gaze trailed up Seulgi’s body, starting from the tip of her cock, to the buds on her breasts. The girl was flat-chested, with hard pink nipples that drew into a tight peak.

“Please go slow. I’m not sure how long I can last.” Seulgi bit her lip, eyebrows furrowing in what looked like embarrassment. The girl was so damn cute.

“I don’t mind if you bust straight away. Just enjoy yourself, okay?” Joy shivered, palming the rod in gingerly strokes. The meat was warm in her hand. “Fuck, it’s so hot,” she husked, mind black with lust. A blush crept up Seulgi’s skin, touching her chest and colouring her face. Joy gripped the tool firmly, fingers wrapping around the girth in a clenched fist. Spitting on it, shiny liquid slicked the shaft, hand squelching through the rub. Abruptly, the swollen head thrust through the tight grasp, Seulgi’s groin bucking to fuck her hand. What a confident little bear.

“Joy,” Seulgi lulled her head back, eyes clenching shut. “P-Please sit on it.”

A tingle shot up Joy’s spine, the request drowning her in a maddened lust. “God, yes.” She kneeled above the girth, wetness dripping out of her pussy and tipping the head. One move, and Seulgi’s virginity would be taken. “I want you,” she breathed, stroking the cock through her folds. The heat from the throbbing dick pressed against her wetness. “Oh!” And then slowly, time dragging to a crawl, she descended. Her pussy lips opened for the solid meat, like an initiation into new life. The raw chunk twitched inside, the slight bend hitting her inner wall. Only half the length, and Joy was already seeing stars.

“Oh my god!” Seulgi yelped, back arching. The sink down was steady, each inch taking a moment to settle before it was eased a little deeper. As much as Joy wanted to shove the stick up right up her core, she didn’t want to overwhelm the girl. “That feels s-so good.”

“Mmm, so good,” Joy husked, thighs quivering as the girth speared her hole. With a moan, her cunt swallowed the shaft, wetness dribbling to Seulgi’s groin. “Fuck.” The massive cock held her upright, the entire length sheathed inside. For a moment, she sat idle with the appendage buried, the rod fitting snuggly in the depths of her cunt. Like a warm sleeve crafted for cock.

Seulgi gripped Joy’s hips. “You’re really tight.” Her mouth was agape, eyes slipping open to reveal blackened pupils. Joy planted her hand to the girl’s abdomen, her waist snapping to begin a bounce.

“Oh yeah?” Riding the cock, she clenched around the girth with each backstroke, cunt aching for the fill. Her walls were engorged as she rode the girl. “Uh, yes, yes.” Sweat beaded down her back, her tits swaying as she began to increase her rhythm. Bucking frantically, Joy bounced on the prick with a lively pep, eyes deranged and pussy tight with the build of a second peak. Seulgi probably wanted a soft lover, someone to take her sensually and slow. But Joy was outrageous. The moment she touched cock, her body would heat into a frenzy. She couldn’t help herself. “Hnnng.” The tip brushed against the spot that drove her wild, spongy flesh rigid with blood. Fuck, she desperately needed to orgasm again.

“Yeri, I’ll take over.” Through her foggy gaze, Joy saw Irene swap places with Yeri, kneeling below Wendy to take her dick down her throat. A bottle of lube passed between them. Holy fucking shit. Joy quivered in elation. She was gonna get rammed up the ass.

The maknae lowered to the floor behind the fucking couple, her rigid cock smearing down Joy’s back and stopping by her asscrack. “Lay down, lovely.” Yeri had a knack for bossing everyone around. Except for Irene, that is. A tap to Joy’s buttocks, the light touch making her shiver. “Let’s see those cheeks spread open,” the girl giggled, mischief laced through her voice, “I wanna see Seulgi ripping you apart.”

“Yeri! W-What?” Seulgi stuttered, face flushing a deep red. It didn’t stop her though — Joy felt the cock spear upwards, the girl now taking control.

“Come on,” Yeri prompted, pressing her hands against Joy’s back. With a shove, she fell on top of Seulgi, her weight heaving against the girl’s delicate chest. Their sweat slicked, skin embedded into one slippery pulp. “Oh, yeah, that’s it.” The crisp air tickled her exposed asshole, Yeri’s fingers parting the crack. “You’re good for a first-timer, Seulgi. Joy’s pussy is so wet.”

“Ugh!” Joy gasped, lips ghosting across Seulgi’s face. Strangled breaths mingled together. “Please. Y-Yeri, please.” The younger girl had a wicked mouth, dirty words falling effortlessly from her lips. Joy yearned for such a savage to pummel her ass. God. “Please!” She couldn’t even say the words aloud, her mind was too broken, too fucked from the rapture.

“Please what?” The twitching organ breached her puckered bud, cold lubricant slicking the sensitive skin. “Say it.” Yeri’s knees bumped by Joy’s sides, heat clammy between their bodies.

“I want-I w-want, please!” Joy was driven crazy, the excitement of being stuffed nearly sending her over edge. “I want you to fuck me up the ass. I want you both to ravage me at the same time.” The words came out fast and hard, her face boiling from the lack of oxygen. It was hard to breathe when getting fucked by a monster cock. “Fuck me, fuck me. God, I can’t...”

“Unnf!” Yeri groaned, cockhead slipping into the tight ring. The meat was hard and slippery, her anus stretching to accomodate the width. A girth as wide as Yeri’s huge penis was not meant for such a tiny hole.

“Ow!” Joy howled, pain ripping up her spine. The thickness delved deep into the anal cavity, the rod rutting against the seam. Pressure throbbed from inside her ass, an ache stabbing through her temples. Her canal clenched, ridges collapsing on the callous intrusion. Of course Yeri wouldn’t give her time to adjust. “It hurts!” Tears fell from her eyes, the saltiness sliding over her mouth and dripping onto Seulgi’s face. “It hurts so fucking good!” Heaven broke through the ceiling, pulling Joy to ascend. She felt warm, she felt full. She felt like she’d never walk again. The sensation of being plugged in both holes was beyond intense, the rigid cocks filling her up and pushing her swollen walls.

It wasn’t long before Yeri started to thrust, her petite frame pinning Joy to Seulgi as she roughly fucked the fluttering hole. “Uhh, uh.” A deep groan tore from the maknae’s throat whenever she slammed the hilt, balls slapping against Joy’s puffy pussy whenever Seulgi was buried inside. Their dicks darted into her with an erratic rhythm, as if they were competing to nut first. With each shove, Yeri’s busty tits pressed against her back, the soft tissue caressing her skin like a pillow.

From the outside, they probably looked like a wild three-headed creature. With the primal way they screwed, such an observation wouldn’t be far off.

“Ah, ah, ahhh.” Joy’s moans were breathy and feminine. She was anchored, impaled on two slabs of hard wood. All her body could do was flop, rocking back and forth as her holes were speared. They ground against each other with a deranged fervour, groins swollen and tongues wet with drool. Joy’s holes were raw, as if she’d been ripped and was getting plowed in one orifice. The membrane connecting her pussy and ass was pummelled into a weak film. She felt their cocks touch each other through her abused walls, the sensitive tissue loosened and sore. A knot tied in her abdomen, a tingle spread to her fingertips. The friction lit a flame, her core burning with a nearing peak.

“Ugh! God!” Yeri and Seulgi both grunted like beasts, and so did — oh fuck. Irene was on all fours. Penetrated up the rear, body shifting back and forth from the thrust of Wendy’s hefty cock. The leader’s dick was slick and erect, flopping beneath her frame.

“Fuck, yes, Wendy,” Irene groaned, sweat shining her forehead. Joy had never the seen the leader in such a submissive position, under the weight and mercy of another dick.

From this angle, Joy saw the woman’s ass in all its glory. It was fucking perfect. Pert and white. Firm and round. And to see it getting split apart — tight anal ring rippling on a veiny girth — it was enough to make the girl topple off the edge.

“Nnnngh!” Joy came undone, the knot unwinding quick and hard. Her entire body convulsed, clit pounding and holes clenched. The rods pummelling her body drew out her orgasm past its peak, the wave riding out for what felt like many minutes. A slew of fluid gushed out of her cunt, the intense release rendering her body and mind numb. “Uh! Y-Yes! Yes!” Spit seeped out of the corner of her mouth. Tongue hanging out and eyes black with a deranged lust, Joy collapsed into the crook of Seulgi’s neck.

“What? Are you done?” Yeri snickered, slapping Joy’s backside and tearing her anus into nothing. Compared to Yeri’s ruthless cock, Seulgi’s push felt slow and gentle. Not that Joy minded. A sensual slide in the pussy and a brutal pound up the ass was the perfect combination.

“Nnn.” Joy couldn’t speak. Her voice was horse, the burn from the babble of groans itching her throat. “Nnn,” she tried again, mind fuzzy.

“No?” Yeri prompted, spearing the rump in rigid shoves. The fullness was overwhelming, the sensation taking Joy to another plane. But her body was lifeless. A slab of flesh. A pound of pulp that belonged to cock even if her conscious was barely there.

“No, n-not done,” Joy rasped, tongue sticking out to taste the saltiness of Seulgi’s collarbone. “Not done until I get...” It was erotic watching Wendy’s girth plow the leader. But Joy was needy and selfish. She would much prefer for it to lay inside her mouth. “Suck, I want to suck.” Hand pressed to the floor, she leaned up, weakly pointing to screwing couple. Joy had three holes. All needed to be filled.

“Irene? May I?” Wendy asked, thrusts slowing to a steady roll. The leader’s cock dribbled precum onto the floor, head swollen and red.

“I...” Irene arched, black hair sticking to her back. Her eyes were rolled back. “F-Fuck, I’m so close though.”

“Please, mommy,” Joy whined, voice almost lost amongst the incessant groans filling the room. “I’ll suck both of you.”

Instantly, Wendy pulled out, cock twitching with a sheen of lube. “Okay, okay,” Irene breathed, anus gaping, the ring grasping to air. Joy realised then that she’d be sucking a cock that’d been inside the leader’s asshole. She had to pinch herself -- the girl was too lucky.

“Here.” Joy flung her head back, tongue sliding out. Holding Wendy’s hand, Irene stumbled to her feat, skin pink and member flared from the close nut. “I want both,” she commanded, body bouncing up and down from the cocks thrusting inside.

“Mmm, you’re so pretty,” Wendy hummed, trailing her cockhead along Joy’s bottom lip. Desperate, Joy snaked her tongue out to taste it, flicking the ridge. Strawberry flavoured lubricant graced her mouth. “G-God, how are we supposed to do this?” The length slid inside the girl’s throat, pumping for a few strokes. Yes. Satisfaction tingled down Joy’s spine. She was getting penetrated by three delightful dicks. Wendy’s cock felt warm and cozy inside her mouth, veins tickling her tongue, head poking her palate. Joy hummed, lips stretched out to accomodate the girth. She rarely gagged anymore, her throat welcomed cock like oxygen.

“I don’t know,” Irene husked, hand quickly fisting her rigid prick. The precum dribbling head smeared across Joy’s face, her cheeks puffed out from the other cock lodged inside. “Baby, do you think you can take us both?” She chuckled darkly, shaft trailing to where Wendy’s dick met Joy’s lips.

“Ugh! I can’t...” Seulgi yelped, her face helplessly flushed below the two women getting their dicks sucked. “I’m...” And with a low moan, Seulgi erupted, the hot cum sloshing up Joy’s cunt. “Ah-ah!” Seed gurgled inside the hole, the jets of sticky fluid spraying to the hilt. Joy felt the meat pulse, the girth pumping with each string of ejaculation. Softened, the flaccid cock slipped out or the entrance, the emptiness gushing Joy’s pussy with air. Truthfully, the girl had a wonderful stamina, especially for her first time. Perhaps all that dancing helped, Joy mused.

“Here, let me just,” Irene whispered, poking her cock against the girl’s lips. “Kiss me.” With a heady breath, she leaned to capture Wendy’s lips. Tongues swirled and flicked, a soft slick smacking from their suctioned mouths.

Viewing the two older women make out was tantalising, their connection profound and passionate. It made the girl swoon. “Mmm.” Joy bobbed her head on the length, the tip hitting her throat with each sheath.

“God,” Seulgi husked, shifting and stumbling out of the enclosed orgy. Her spent cock flopped against her thigh, still huge and thick.

“Hnn, mmph!” Wendy’s cock slipped out of her mouth, her chest heaving to gasp for air. But a mere moment later, she latched onto Irene’s junk, taking the woman in with one deep gulp.

“Joy!” Irene whined, breaking away from the kiss. The older women’s breasts grazed, their petite and pale bodies grinding against in each other. Joy fisted Wendy’s thick tool in quick jerks, her blowjob lips slurping on Irene in synchronised time. Her asshole was worn beyond use. If Joy was a fuckdoll, she would certainly need to be replaced. It gaped on Yeri’s dick, the hole loose and barely strong enough to clench. The maknae had given her ass a thorough pummel. She’d beaten her with cock.

“Shit! I’m close!” Wendy’s prick teetered, the girth swelling in Joy’s grasp. She sucked both women, hand and mouth alternating between the two. Both tools tasted salty and of musk.

“So a-am I.” Yeri’s penis burrowed inside her asshole in erratic ruts, the length pushing way past the hilt. Joy had been stretched beyond limit. An abrupt blare of light crossed her vision, her body squirming with the purge of another climax. It felt like she’d been split in half, her body ripping from the cunt and through her chest.

“Wait,” Irene husked, pulling her cock out of the fuckhole. “Cum on her.”

On her knees, Joy sat back and awaited the finale. She kneeled in the centre of the studio like the star of a show, nothing but her sweaty naked body on display. “Unnf.” Her asshole fluttered without the juicy meat pumping inside. But it didn’t matter, Yeri’s cum belonged on her body just as much. The three dick-bearing women tugged their delicious tools above her shameless body. The rapid pull of stiff skin slicked, the fapping sound making Joy quiver. She couldn’t wait for the shower to douse her body in filth. “Mmm, paint me.” The air tickled Joy’s hard nipples. Goosebumps covered her skin, body on edge with a mind-breaking excitement.

“Oh, yeah, fuck!” Yeri was the first to bust, her white spunk splashing across Joy’s face. The goo slipped down her nose and into her mouth, the dollop landing on her extended tongue. Swallowing, she tasted the sperm, the flavour sweet and acidic like citrus. Within seconds, Irene followed, ejaculate spraying on her full tits.

“Yes! Jizz all over me! Fuck.” Joy’s thighs quivered, her body swaying. She was too euphoric to sit up properly. Wendy was the last to nut, but when she did, it absolutely drenched Joy. Tangy seed painted her chest and abdomen, stand after strand ripping from the head. The sling of white frothed on her belly, the bubble dipping into her navel. “Oh yeah.” Covered in a shower of viscous sperm, Joy grinned, chest blossoming with warmth. She rubbed the juice on her nipples, circling the liquid around the stiff nub. The smell of sex spread throughout. Saltiness of sweat, musk of seed.

Their cocks took a pause to soften, wilting at half-mast for a long moment. Standing tall and proud above the cum-tainted slut. “Did you enjoy your gift?” Wendy asked, a tender smile on her lips. Drips of fluid smattered the floor, the globs shining under the light.

“Yes, yes!” Joy exclaimed, smoothing the cum over her body like lotion. Her body glimmered with spunk. It stained her skin, making her feel so delightfully dirty. If she could, she’d be drenched in seed every minute of every day. This was Joy’s happy place. “It feels so good.” With a smirk, she lathered the seed on her face, cheeks smothered in the most exquisite facial. Joy’s skin would be creamy for weeks.

“Can-Can I lick some of it off?” Seulgi’s gentle voice cut through the haze of lust. Joy squirmed, skin oily, thighs slippery with jizz and sweat. The request had her boiling, body pulsing to romp again. Innocent Seulgi had grown up so fast.

“Sure.” And with a sheepish smile, Seulgi lowered to the floor, curious tongue stroking along the ooze.

Joy would’ve preferred to ingest the tasty treat for herself. But Seulgi was cute and doe-eyed. Nobody could resist. The cream could be shared — just this once. “Leave some for me, Seulgi,” she giggled, leaning back on her palms, perky tits jutting out.

...

It took them another hour to finally finish fucking. And after countless orgasms, her holes destroyed by the four throbbing dicks, Joy’s eyes slipped shut. Sleep crept up her body, the wave lulling her to a state of dream. She was sweaty, drenched in wetness and old seed that’d started to flake. But her limbs were limp. Unable to move, not to bathe or even clothe. “Hmm, I love my family.” With a contented sigh, she drifted to sleep on the studio floor.

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Nini's Playtime 1/2

TW: pet play, abuse, captivity, knife play

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The keys jiggled in Irene’s grasp. She could barely slot it into the door, hands jittery with excitement. It had been a long day. Work was tiring as usual — papers to be signed, deadlines to be met. Over the past week she’d averaged about five hours of sleep per night, before waking to a blaring alarm and resuming the grind. But how else was she supposed to afford such a luxurious house? Her puppy deserved the very best.

With a firm shove, the heavy door swung open, the cool waft of aircon caressing her skin. Marble flooring dinged under her heel. “Jennie? I’m home!” Her voice echoed in the grand living room. “Where’s my puppy?” Bare feet came bolting through the room, the jingle of a bell swinging from a collar.

Puppy Jennie was naked, with a white and fluffy tail plug that wagged with the sway of her hips. The pink band around her neck was embezzled with her name, Nini, in big diamond letters. “Hehhh, hehh,” she panted, eyes wide and bright. Her cute tongue dipped out of her mouth, a small dew of saliva gathered on the tip. Just like a real dog. Although, unlike a real dog, Nini was standing on her two feet.

“Nini...” Irene stated, folding her arms. Her tone was loving but stern. Nini knew better than to stand without permission.

“Uw-uww.” And obediently, Jennie fell to her hands and knees, palms planted on the floor. She looked up at Irene with a glint in her gaze, eyebrows knitted as if in apology.

Irene smiled, heart melting to goo. Resisting the girl was nearly impossible. “Good dog,” she cooed, kneeling down to kiss Jennie’s nose. “I missed you today, I wish you could come into work with me.” Wet licks lapped at her cheek, the girl’s tongue tickling her skin. With a soft giggle, Irene stroked her chestnut hair, smooth locks like silk through her fingers. “I’d get you a bed on the floor next to my desk. During my breaks we could play fetch.” Jennie’s backside wiggled, fluffy tail dancing in the air.

“And of course, I’d give you lots of hugs and kisses. Would you like that?”

"Arf!" In delight, Jennie barked, her extended tongue glistening with a trace of spit. She nuzzled up against the touch, porcelain cheeks tinted coral. The chime rung with each movement, jingles piercing the atmosphere.

"Exciting, huh?" Irene chuckled, leaning forward to pat her puppy's head. She trailed digits along the curves of her narrow shoulders, the skin smooth and warm. With care, she gently inserted a finger between her lips, the girl sucking on the intrusion like a toy. Thick, warm saliva coated her thumb as she pressed on the pallet. "Have you been a good girl while I was gone?"

A soft mewl came out of Jennie's mouth as if to say yes, eyes black with anticipation. God. Jennie was beyond adorable, and her lewdly exposed body added to the cuteness and sensuality. The tail plug swayed as she rolled her hips, firm mounds jiggling. Her pink pussy was slightly damp, folds puffy. Jennie was the perfect fuck puppy, fit for being trained and used for pleasure. If Irene wasn't so tired from work right now, she probably would've fucked her on the spot. 

"Follow me, Nini." With a kiss, Irene stood up on her feet, walking past the girl in slow steps towards the living room. The sound of the bell and tapping of palms across the marbled floor served as confirmation of Jennie trailing behind. She stopped in front of a couch, body turning to face Jennie, the girl panting as she crawled towards her on all fours.

"Nini, sit." Irene commanded, orbs sharp and fiery. Without hesitation, Jennie rested herself, planting both feet on the floor as she squatted, hands placed on the space in front of her. She tilted her head to look up at her, expression filled with curiosity. 

Irene had already well-trained her puppy's obedience. The girl would do anything she wanted. Sinful and playful thoughts formed in her head, brain lacerated with lust. Her body heated up; Jennie's submission was way too arousing.

"Good puppy. Now, roll."

The girl flipped onto her back, hands up like paws. “Woof!” Her breasts were tanned and round, tiny nipples on supple flesh. A string of essence slicked between her tight slit, wetness shiny under the light. From this angle, Irene felt tall, her presence looming over her adorable puppy.

“What a good girl!” With a soft smile, the woman kneeled on the ground besides Nini. “So clever.” She trailed her hand across soft skin, tummy taunt beneath her palm. Little Nini was the fittest doggie on the block. Shoving her hand into her pocket, Irene pulled out a treat. Hard toffee. “Here you go, darling,” she hummed, unwrapping the candy. “I got your favorite.” But before she handed it over, a better idea filled her mind.

“Hmm.” The floor was hard against her knees, pencil skirt baring the bone. A magnetic pull drew her closer. She took the toffee into her own mouth. Sweet and rich. Heat crept up her cheeks, eyes black with desire. “Tongue out.” And then she kissed Jennie, sliding the candy between her lips and into the girl’s mouth. Their noses bumped, cheeks brushed. Irene shifted her weight, her waist pinning Jennie to the ground. “Uhh.” The wet slick of spit mingled with the sound of her own breathless pants. A twinge shot down to her groin, meat starting to throb within her underwear. Irene was no dog, but she sure wanted to breed like one. Perhaps it was mating season.

The atmosphere tightened, warmth battling the cool drift. “Puppy,” she breathed, pulling away from the kiss. Jennie’s lips were plump and wet. Suckling, the girl’s cheeks dipped, the toffee surely melting on her tongue. “You’re so cute.” Baby-faced and beautiful, with clear skin and big, expressive eyes. Irene had memorised every inch of the girl, every minor detail. From the tiny mole above her eye, to the subtle curve of her thigh. “Mommy loves you very much.”

"Arf! Arf!" Full of satisfaction, Jennie raised her hand to paw at the hem of Irene's skirt, jaw muscles moving as she sucked on the treat. A scent of sweet, buttery caramel invaded Irene's nostrils when the girl parted her lips, tongue stuck out to probably ask for more. How cute. 

"Only one for now, Nini." Smiling, Irene rubbed her palm against her pup's stomach, warm friction forming on the toned abdomen. She circled her nails around the rim of her belly button as Jennie simpered from the tickle, squirming softly on the floor. A violent quiver traveled down her spine, her cock growing each second. Irene desperately needed to fuck. 

"Mommy will go shower now, I'll play with you more after, okay?" With a hint of tease in her voice, Irene pecked the girl's forehead, body shifting to saunter towards the bathroom. She felt as if she was in a surreal dream. Nini was her dream pet, her stress relief, her dose of vitamins. Lips curled into a licentious grin, only to drop when she spotted a filthy sight in the kitchen. 

A chaotic mess awaited her, the scene heating the blood in her veins. The dog bowl that Jennie ate through was toppled over, the meat gone with vegetables scattered across the floor. Nini had always disliked eating veggies, and Irene had disciplined her numerous times in the past for her picky eating habits. And here, she did it again. Jennie didn't deserve the treat that Irene gave seconds ago. She instead needed a harsh punishment.

"Nini! You made a mess!" Overflowing in anger, Irene bit her lower lip, fists clenched tightly. "Bad dog!" She raised a hand to slap her cheek, the sound of impact rippling through the room and imprinting red on her skin. With full force, Irene yanked at Jennie's hair, forcing her to look at the mess created. "Look what you did!" 

"Uww!" Jennie whimpered, the look on her face full of fear and regret. Her gaze dropped to the floor in shame, fingers fidgeting. Nini wasn't an idiot. She knew exactly what she did wrong.

“Clean it up!” Irene growled, throwing the girl to the floor. Her body collided to the ground with a dull thud.

“Ow, ow.” Jennie started to pick up the bits of carrot and corn with her bare hands. The sight infuriated Irene, blood pounding through her temples. Dogs didn’t have hands.

“With... your... mouth.” The command was slow, a hint of menace in the depths of her voice. Only little Nini could make Irene turn from a soft mommy to a cruel tyrant in the blink of an eye. Breaking the girl was simply too arousing. With her pouty lips and her fluttering lashes — discipline looked good on such an unassuming face.

Jennie ducked her head, as if her ears were pinned back in sheepish submission. She lowered to the ground, nose nudging at a mangled piece of carrot. “Hnn, hnnn.” Whining, she lapped at the mess, lips barely taking the food whole. Playing with it. Teasing her mommy.

“You’re not cleaning it fast enough!” Irene grit her jaw, teeth almost breaking through her gums. Brain snapping, she grabbed a pink lead hanging from a nearby hook. She glared at her naughty pup. “Time for the shed.” The helpless girl was yanked upwards, tits jiggling from the abrupt jerk. Fists of hair clumped in Irene’s hand, the drag pulling the strands taut.

“Ah!” Jennie yelped, face red. For a petite girl, her body suddenly weighed of granite, feet towed like a truck. She dragged through the kitchen and into the backyard. Every step was a struggle, the ball of her foot skidding on the surface. The woman had to tug at Jennie’s collar just to get her through the door.

The sunlight blared, waves hitting Irene’s face and making her squint. It was hot now, but come nightfall, the naked dog would be shivering to the bone.

“Get in there,” she barked, pushing Jennie into the shed. Inside was dirty, dark, and with nothing but a thin rug below their feet. Dust covered the concrete. Puny rays of light shone from a hole in the roof. A rake stood against the wall — one more misdeed, and Irene might just have to use it. “No play time for you.” Clipping to Jennie’s collar, Irene pulled at the lead and tied it to a post in the corner. The puppy had about one meter to move around, but with access to nothing of use. Not even the light switch.

“Ow, uw, uw.” Sniffling, Jennie stared pleadingly, tears beginning to form at the corner of her eyes. Her weak limbs trembled, palms and knees already dusty from the soiled floor. In panic, the girl attempted to escape, the lead tied to the pole holding back any advances. 

“Shut up!” Irene snarled, cornering Jennie to the back of the shed. "You stay here and think about what you did." Coldly, she turned to lock the door behind her, miserable wails emitting from inside. But Irene remained apathetic. To her, it was a well deserved punishment. 

...

“Uwww, uwww, uw.”

The night was old when Irene opened her eyes, the bedroom illuminated by the yellow light emanating from the ceiling. 3 AM. Shit. When did she fall asleep? 

It wasn't the brightness that awoke Irene, but instead, the loud whimpers emitting outside from the shed. Dumb puppy. Irene cursed, her head spinning. She was too tired and exhausted from work to be dealing with a dog problem this late. 

Before stepping out, Irene grabbed the plastic bag of leftover scraps that she collected from the spill, along with a bowl of water. The food was far from pleasant. It was cold, chewed, and half-eaten, with nothing but vegetables that Jennie hated to eat. After all, bad dogs didn’t deserve to be fed. The girl would rather eat it, or starve through the night. 

Jennie jolted in surprise when the door burst open, eyes squinting when the lights switched on. Her naked body shivered from the cold wind, teeth rattling. Tears covered her entire cheek, the blood vessels inflamed. "Hheh, ehh." The girl panted loudly with her eyes set on the bowl of water, breaths hot from dryness. She looked fucking pathetic. And the sight was too arousing.

"Nini..." Irene muttered, setting the plastic bag of leftovers and water bowl far away from Jennie's reach. Arms crossed, she approached with heavy steps, her body towering over the tiny pup, a look of disgrace on her visage. "I told you to shut the fuck up!" With a slam, she shut the door behind her, the shed walls shaking from the strength. No one outside needed to hear what she was about to do to her puppy. 

"Bad puppy!" With furrowed brows, she kicked Jennie's stomach, the girl collapsing onto the floor with a pained grunt. "First, I had to clean up your mess, and now you won't even let me sleep?"

“Uwwww!” The girl wrapped her arms around her belly, doubling over to wail. It was a strident sound, and it almost struck Irene’s heart with guilt.

“If I give you water, will you shut up?” Untying the lead from the pole, the woman gave the puppy a grain of freedom. “Go on then,” she motioned to the dog bowl in the corner, “drink up, dog.”

With a tentative crawl, Jennie shuffled to the water, the lead trailing behind her. Her tongue hung out, pink and pathetic. The wet laps echoed inside the stuffy shed, drips spilling from the girl’s chin and hitting the floor.

She was probably dying of thirst. “How about some vegetables?” Irene picked up the plastic bag. Wincing, she searched for a clump of carrot or corn, the fibre wet and squishy. “Ugh, gross,” she muttered, stomach recoiling. The food was appetising hours ago when it was first served. Now it was practically filth. But Jennie had to learn. “Eat up.” She threw the bits at the girl, specks of corn landing on her hair. Jennie persisted to lick at the water bowl, only trembling slightly.

“I said, eat.” Chunks of carrot spread across the floor, the orange chucked in lumps on the grey rug. Slurp. But the dog continued to drink. “If you don’t eat, you won’t be fed tomorrow.” Jennie peeked up at that, eyes glancing through tousled strands of hair.

“Oh, uh,” the girl stammered, gaze fixed on the slop. Silence enveloped them, the only sound being the rapid beat in Irene’s chest. Or perhaps that was Jennie’s heart. “I’m so sorry, Mommy,” she sulked, eyes brimming with tears.

“Excuse me?” The dog had made another big mistake. Such a spoilt brat. It didn’t deserve to live in such a comfortable home. It deserved to stay in a pound. “I did not give you permission to speak.” Irene’s voice had a salacious edge, each word sharp and biting.

“Oooww.” Jennie’s eyes widened, lips trembling. She crawled to Irene’s feet and sat on her knees. The bell knocked against her chest, the soft ding much too cute for such a naughty girl.

“No. I don’t forgive you.” Adrenaline rushed through her veins, the hormone thrumming beneath her skin. Irene snatched the lead, wrapping it around her knuckle. With a tug, she pulled the girl to the floor, her naked form sprawling across the mat. Jennie lay on her back, her body seeming pale under the dim light. “Ugh,” Irene grunted, pulling at the leash. Each tug lifted the girl’s head up, only to thud back on the ground. Abruptly, arousal shot down to her cock, white fabric tenting around the rising length. Irene wasn’t just in the mood for sex. She was in the mood for something much more permanent.

“Maybe I will play with you after all.” Quickly, she pulled her underwear off. The thick meat sprang free, jutting proud beneath the hem of her nightdress. “Let’s play,” she smirked, gripping the base of her meat. The protruded veins tickled her palm. In maddened lust, Irene slid the girth between her puppy’s folds, essence dipping the head. “Oh god.”

“Uhh,” Jennie arched her back, hard nipples raising to the ceiling. The doggie was ready to play. Her short legs wrapped around Irene’s waist, holding the woman close and never letting her go.

“Fuck, Nini...” The cool air teased her dick, cold shivering through her groin and up her spine. Precum leaked from the tip. Warm pussy lips wrapped around her sensitive prick, the moist friction a respite from the chill of night. Teetering near the entrance, her cock longed to dive into the hole — to sheath and to bust long strings of virile seed. “Uh-ugh!” And with a groan, she bucked her hips, impaling the entire rod deep within Nini’s hot cunt.

"Unnff!" Jennie moaned, eyes rolling to the back of her head as breasts undulated with each brutal thrust. Tight walls parted to the circumference of her cock, wetness drenching the hardness. The girl's skin felt cold from the previous exposure, warmness slowly infusing into the flesh from their friction. Limbs locked tightly around her lower body, the close contact igniting a spark in her stomach.

"Filthy pup." Irene growled, jerking her hips to stab deeper inside. "Don't think I've forgiven you." Maneuvering herself, she raised her body slightly to meet Jennie's arch, finding the perfect angle to batter her cervix. Skin slapping echoed inside the dense space, her thick girth thoroughly abusing the sensitive nerves and stretching the pussy beyond limit. In lust, her mouth prickled with spit. "Paws up, open your mouth." 

Obediently, Jennie curled her hands into fists and raised them just above her chin, her pink muscle flat atop her bottom lip. "God." Irene groaned, her penis throbbing at the obscene sight. Jennie's mouth was her property, a hole designed and trained to be her personal spit deposit. Eating and chewing was not its main purpose.

"Fuck, take my spit." Forming thick saliva at the back of her throat, Irene dropped a heavy lump inside the orifice. White, bubbly fluid landed onto her tongue, the fluid trickling down the flesh towards the back of her throat. Jennie didn't dare close her lips or swallow as Irene spat repeatedly into the open gap, even though the rough pounding practically rocked her frame and shook her jaw. Nini knew better than to shut her mouth during a spit dumping session. "Good girl. You can swallow now."

The lewdest thoughts popped in Irene's mind as she continued to rail her puppy's cunt, the pleasure overwhelming her brain. All these years, she had always pulled out before an orgasm, finishing inside Jennie's throat or on her face and body. But Irene could no longer hold back; she needed to mate. 

Twin balls full of sperm slammed furiously into the girl's ass, something primal and animalistic boiling within Irene's guts. Her mind was set. She would impregnate the puppy with her seed. Jennie would bear her offspring, whether she liked it or not. 

"I'm going to breed you, Nini." Irene released a guttural grunt, mind hazy with the desire to reproduce. "Ugh!" With a final slam, she combusted deep inside Jennie's womb, globs of hot, sticky semen spraying inside the worn pussy in long bursts.

“Mmm!” Jennie moaned, cunt clenching around the releasing meat. The way her walls milked Irene of every drop of cream almost bolted her into a second peak. Fuck. “Ahhrr.” Deep groans tore from the girl’s plump lips, the sound almost like a husky growl. She lifted her paws, tugging at the fabric of Irene’s nightdress. The girl’s face was pink and flushed. Beads of sweat gathered at her forehead and slid down her small nose.

“Jennie,” Irene breathed, thighs shivering as the aftershock of her orgasm waved through her core. The puppy’s hole was hot, tissue swollen and moist. Breeding Jennie was overwhelming and intense. Seed brewing with virility sloshed around the cunt, hitting the cervix and fertilising the womb. Irene would never be able to pull out ever again. “Fuck.”

After a few shallow thrusts, her sack emptying of the last stubborn jets of spunk, Irene slipped out. Her drenched cock flopped out of the hole with a wet plop, meat now squishy and flaccid. “Y-You liked that didn’t you?” she smirked, a heavy breath catching in her chest. The cute puppy wanted to spawn a little baby of her own. “You’re my breeding pup, now.”

“Hnn.” The girl squirmed, pawing at the cotton now clinging to the woman’s damp body. With a huff, Irene pulled off the white gown, the sterile air hitting her sweat. The dews of perspired liquid chilled as they trickled down her back. “Oww,” Jennie whimpered, knees parting to fall to the floor. White strings of goo seeped out of the hole, the ooze bubbling and slicking down her ass crack. The flesh of her womanhood was red and fiery, stiff lips opening to lewdly expose her intimate core. Her clit protruded, the bud peeking out of the hood. It was so rigid that Irene saw it twitch. Poor thing hadn’t climaxed yet.

“Mmm,” Irene hummed, leaning back down to weigh on top of her needy dog. Her body was pulpy and sore. The spray of jizz had removed every last cell of her strength and resolve. She didn’t have the energy to continue punishing the girl. Nor did she have the energy to give her an orgasm. Naughty puppies don’t deserve to cum.

“Hnnnnnn.” The whine was drawn out, the sound rattling Irene’s bones. All the woman wanted to do was rest, to slick her sweaty skin against that of her pup’s. “Mnn, mnn.” Jennie slid her hand between their bodies, gentle fingers tickling Irene’s stomach.

“What?” Maybe a kiss would shut her up. Lifting her head, the weight of which felt like a bowling ball, Irene edged her mouth close to the girl. She felt Jennie’s cool breath tickle her lips. God. A tingle crept up the back of her neck. “Shhh, baby.” Their lips locked, tongues swirling and flicking over flesh. The moist slither of mouths popping and latching muffled beneath their breathy husks. It was a fervent kiss, one with swapping spit and bruised lips. But Irene had already busted — a long, exhausting splash of cum. Her needs had been met. In fact, she was ready to go back to bed.

“Mommy, p-please.” Irene pulled back to berate Jennie for speaking. But instead of the doe-like gaze she was expecting, the girl’s eyes were dark and feline. Hooded with desire. She wasn’t playing around. “Please,” she whispered, dipping her fingers to tug at Irene’s soft cock. The touch was numbing, the friction almost unpleasant. Her dick was sensitive, every capillary spent from exertion. “I want it.” Jennie’s voice was stripped back and vulnerable. Not even a trace of canine remained. 

The girl slid the flaccid penis through her slippery folds, pulling the bulbous head to settle at the warm hole. Irene should have snapped at her. Should have smacked the gall from her pretty mouth. But holy fuck — the desperate insolence was turning her on. A knot pulled in her gut, a tingle quivered to her cock. Her brain had snapped, the beast uncaged and free to prowl. Irene was ready to play again.

“I didn’t know dogs could be whores,” she growled, flipping the girl onto her stomach. The fluffy tail plug jutted up into the air. Roughly, she gripped Jennie’s hips, nails digging into the soft flesh.

“Hnn, hnng!” On shaky limbs, the girl lifted onto her knees and elbows, head flicking back to gaze at her owner.

With a slide through the cum-drenched folds, Irene gathered slicks of liquid onto her finger, the white lathering her skin. “Puppy,” she began, eyes black with lust. And in a swift motion, she yanked on the tail, the steeled rim plopping out. The pup’s anus clenched onto air, the tiny hole gasping in fluttering patterns. As if it was a real limb that had been removed. No matter. Mommy Irene would seal her back up again, but only after she’d been filled with milk.

“Hehh, heh, hehhh.” Jennie’s pink tongue darted in and out, the panting escalating with each passing second. Her firm rump wiggled, the crack parting for the cheeks to slap together. She was an untamed dog in heat.

“Fuck, oh my god.” The meat between Irene’s legs was hard now. Blood flowed through her veins and throbbed at her groin, the ache building the tissue to a painful, pulsing erection. Smearing the lather of old seed onto her cock, Irene angled herself at the rear. Jennie’s globes caressed her girth, the pleasure sending her to the depths of hell. Just one push, and Irene would be buried inside. “God, Nini, you drive me insane.” The anal hole clamped shut, the pink bud shrivelling inside Jennie’s body. Perhaps lube was needed, but Irene wasn’t going to leave this trance. The world could be ending, the sky cracked open with the wrath of an apocalypse, and her cock would still be forcing into her fuck pup.

“Shit!” With a dizzy mind, she squeezed the thick cockhead into the tight hole, pleasure teeming up her spine. The rim strangled the rod, snapping around it like a suffocating hold.

“Mmph!” Jennie heaved at the penetration, hot flesh pulsating around her length in frantic waves. Thighs trembled, pained whines pouring out the puppy’s mouth. The metal plug that had been lodged inside her anus throughout all this time was nothing compared to Irene’s monstrous size. 

“Nini, fuck!” Irene moaned in euphoria, nails digging into flimsy hips as fingers grazed over her silky skin. Jesus. Jennie's asshole was so tight. Without letting the girl adjust, she fired brutal thrusts into her cavity, tissue succumbing to the hard meat. Flames sparked up her cock from the friction, the heat traveling to her veins. Essence smeared around the rim, the fluid serving as poor lubricant. Poor Nini. Irene was practically fucking the anus raw. 

“Urgh!” With a snap, Jennie’s arms wore out in exhaustion, limbs failing to support her weight. The girl crashed face-first onto the floor, chin dragging back and forth helplessly across the rug due to the ruthless pounding. Having rarely been penetrated up the rear end, anal was no doubt a struggle for the puppy.

“Get up.” Irene growled, relentlessly puncturing the hole in a downwards angle. "You begged for this. So take it." But Jennie remained lifeless, body limp like a corpse. “I said get up. Don’t make me force you.” Upon those words, the girl squirmed to get back on her palms, only to fail once more and fall with a sob. Despite the anger, Irene couldn't help but secretly chuckle from her adorable efforts. Typical Nini. Always asking for more than what she could handle.

"Fine, I'll help." Eyes lit in fervor, Irene coiled the lead around her hand, muscles flexing as she established a firm grip. With a grin, she tugged at the leash, hoisting the collapsed figure. "There you go. Not so hard, right?"

"Uhnn!" Choked strangles flew out of Jennie's mouth, her entire weight supported by the pull on the collar. Her neck bent back towards Irene, the force rendering her helpless. The bell jingled more than ever from the savage reaming, high-pitched tinkles of the chime mixed with gagged whines serving as music to Irene's ears.

"Oh my god." Lips biting, Irene fucked bestially, body on cloud-nine. She felt like an animal, an apex predator, Jennie her unlucky prey. Thick girth continued to cleave the puppy's sphincter, the hole ruined and gaped beyond recovery. Walking would be impossible for Jennie after this. Not like she was allowed to in the first place. 

"Fuck!" A powerful ache coiled inside Irene's stomach, cock throbbing with a familiar urge. Breath heavy, she jerked her hips faster than ever, heart pounding in her chest. "Unnng!" Pelvis pressed against bruised cheeks, Irene released her semen, viscous fluid pouring deep inside Jennie's rectum.

“Ah, ahh.” Jennie’s moans of pain fell dead in the stark space. Nobody was around to save her. And even if they were, nobody would care. Jennie was merely property.

The lead pulled taut, jerking with each streak of cum. “Take,” a tug on the leash, a splash from the head, “it.” Heat touched Irene’s cheeks, a flutter crept in her chest. Red flesh gobbled her cock with each backstroke, the clenched muscle milking her cum of every last drop. Irene flopped over Jennie’s lithe frame, stiff nipples grazing across her back.

“Uh! God d-damn.” The puppy was bent in half, neck yanked, eyes teary and red. Brown locks stuck to her forehead. A sheen of sweat shined on the skin. Her tongue hung out, flapping loose from her lips. Spit slobbered from the tip, beads flicking in the air. If it wasn’t for the collar around the dog’s neck, one might think she was an untamed stray.

“O-Okay.” With a sigh, Irene’s meat slipped out of the abused hole. The ring quivered, split open, flesh exposed like a snug gap. Globs of white weeped from the pup’s anus, frothing through the crack and dripping to the floor. “Jesus.” Arousal drained from her body, skin cold and mind numb. With the release of the ejaculate, so too had her desire. A heavy slump weighted at her shoulders. Grabbing the damp nightgown, she swiftly threw it over her body, desperate to get out of the shed.

“Uw uw?” Jennie quirked her head, brows knitted. She was still on her hands and knees, the leash now trailing loose on the ground. Lewdly, the girl reached back to grip her cheeks, spreading them wide open.

“No.” That was the last thing the woman said. Playtime was over. Straightening her posture, Irene stood up, glancing at the abused puppy one last time. Withered and worn, drenched in sweat and dripping in thick cum. Bruises battered her stomach, tears ripped her anus. Such a second-hand dog deserved a refund.

The light flicked off. The space was dark and cold. Irene left, locking the door behind her.

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“Mmmnn,” Jennie mewled, head lulled back in searing pleasure. Her pussy had been stuffed for the twelfth time that week, sperm painting her walls and puncturing her fertile womb. Normally she’d lose count of how many times her Mommy would take her. Not now. Twelve thin lines tallied her skin, each strike representing a time of breeding. The red wounds scarred proudly on her fleshy thigh. An endless reminder that her body was not hers.

“Good girl,” Irene smiled, the knife dipped in blood. Pain rocked through Jennie’s frame. An ache throbbed from where the steel met tissue, the carve a delicate work of art. “Maybe this one will take.” Mommy’s coo drifted over her skin, breath tickling the raw cut. The girl wasn’t sure if she’d conceived yet, but it didn’t matter. Her pussy was nothing but a vessel for seed.

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Nini's Playtime 2/2

TW: noncon, incest, extreme humiliation

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An autumn breeze brushed across Jennie’s face. The thrum of the engine vibrated through her thighs, the engine heating up as her Mommy took her for a ride. A flurry of earthy scents drifted past her nose as they drove through the streets — flowers, trees, dust. “Hmmm,” she hummed, closing her eyes. Eyelashes flitted from the drifting wind. Tiny goosebumps pricked her skin. She felt so very alive.

“Guess where we’re going, darling?” Irene’s voice caressed her ear, the sound like a warm embrace. Ever since the two had started to breed, they’d grown even closer. They weren’t just lovers anymore, they were parents. At least, that’s what Jennie hoped for. A little Irene growing inside her belly, with just as much beauty and grace. She prayed daily to make it so. After her Mommy had sprayed her womb with precious seed, Nini would cross her legs, clenching her pussy to trap the sperm deep inside. There was rarely a moment when cum wasn’t churning inside of her, hole filled to the brim. Sometimes, she’d even wake up to a stuffed cunt, spunk plugging the moist pocket and overflowing onto the bed. Nini loved it when Mommy took care of her while she slept.

“Woof!” She turned to face Irene, weight shifting to press her back into the seat. Jeans chafed against her cuts, the sting putting a big smile on her face. Thirty thin scars now lined her inner thighs, tallied in immaculate precision. Irene wielded the knife with a refined hand. “Ahroo?”

“You have to guess, come on,” Irene’s dark eyes briefly flicked to Jennie, “guess.” Cream leather lined the interior, the car just as expensive as the woman who drove it. Pearls hung from her neck, white beads sitting softly against her chest. Red lipstick tinted her lips. Black hair framed her face in waves. Wherever they were going, it was somewhere very classy.

“Hmm...” Jennie tapped her chin, bottom lip jutting out. Her mommy had clad her in a cute little outfit — a white blouse dipped from the collarbone and cut above her navel. It was a revealing garment. But for a puppy, it was plenty. “To work?”

Irene’s gaze sharpened, jaw squared in tightness. “I didn’t say speak,” she snapped, striking Jennie’s mouth with the back of her hand. The woman’s knuckles hit the soft tissue with a loud thud. Shock rendered the girl speechless. Her Mommy had set her up to fail. 

“Ow, ow,” Jennie whimpered, bringing a hand up to touch her lip. She felt it throb beneath her finger. It didn’t bleed, but perhaps it should have. Puppies weren’t allowed to speak.

After a long, tense moment, Irene continued.“No, not to work.” Her dainty fingers turned the steering wheel, the vehicle drifting into a familiar street. Tall trees lined the road, leaves orange and yellow. It was a picture-perfect suburbia, with solid brown houses and picket fences. Jennie remembered riding her bike down this street.

“We’re visiting your parents.” Irene uttered the dreaded words before the girl could put the pieces together.

“W-What?” Abruptly, the earth shattered. Her body stiffened, blood solidifying into ice. She should’ve remained quiet. She should’ve panted and whined and crawled on the dirty floor. But she couldn’t. This wasn’t fun any more. “But I have my collar on-"

“And? Are you embarrassed?” The car slowed, wheels turning to stop in the driveway. “Aren’t you proud to be my doggy?”

Jennie clutched at her collar, the band suddenly suffocating her neck. “No, of course I’m proud,” she whispered, gaze falling to her feet. No matter what her Mommy did, Jennie would always bear the defeat. “But they don’t know about this...”

“It’s time that they do.” Irene spared a bright smile, the sweetness almost sickening. With the flick of her wrist, she switched the engine off, keys falling into a luxurious bag. “I’m going to walk you in there on the lead, you’re going to crawl on all fours. You will not speak human words unless I ask you to.”

Jennie’s heart raced, the beat hammering inside her petite frame. A tingle spread to her toes, as if edging for a hasty escape. If she ran now, would Irene catch her?

“Even when your parents greet you, no speaking. Greet them back like a dog. Lick their face, paw at their legs. Do you understand, Nini?” But before she could respond, the woman opened the car door and tugged at her lead. The puppy fell out of the vehicle, knees crashing against the concrete.

“Hnn, hnn.” The whimper was one of sheer embarrassment and pain, the ailing sound ripping from the depths of her bruised heart. She’d whine like a helpless pup even if she wasn’t playing a pet. “Hnnn.”

“Crawl,” Irene commanded, pulling at the lead. Jennie choked, the force strangling her windpipe. With a clumsy shuffle, she obeyed her order, leaving her dignity in the car. Soft hands tread on the pebbled pathway, feet dragging behind. “Good girl.”

The doorbell rang a light chime, the melody taunting Jennie to the bone. If God was on her side, her parents wouldn’t be home.

With a slight creak, the door opened, revealing her mother clad in an apron. “Hello, Mrs. Kim!” Irene beamed, leaning to greet the woman on the cheek.

Jennie’s stomach flipped. God was not on her side.

“Hello, Irene - oh!” Her mother stood wide-eyed, face frozen as she gazed down at her daughter. Jennie felt like a lab rat under a microscope, and just as small and insignificant. She wanted to be swallowed into the ground. The abyss of a black hole seemed much less humiliating. “What are you doing, silly?” Laughter cracked from her mother’s belly. The cackle pierced through Jennie’s chest. She knew that laughter, the sound rehearsed and strained. It was the same laugh when Jennie had received an average grade.

“May we come in?” Irene gestured to the hallway, her polite mask sitting softly on her face. The girl kneeled by her side, palms clammy from the fear.

“Of course, of course, make yourself at home.” And with another giggle, her mother welcomed them inside.

"Thank you, Mrs. Kim." Irene's saccharine voice graced the area, her casual demeanor disturbing Jennie to the core. Forcefully guided inside, the living room came into view, the place where Jennie grew up. The pleasant scent of her mother’s cooking pervaded the thin air. Grey, puffy couches adorned the sides of the exquisite room. Picture frames of her family decorated the walls, a sign of a pleasant household. Warm rays of sunlight scattered through the window, tinting the furniture yellow and orange. 

“Mommy, please...” Quietly, Jennie implored, her volume too low for anyone to hear. A violent shiver wrecked through her veins, the hairs on her body standing up. With timidity, she trailed behind her owner with subtle movements, stopping beside the woman when she took a seat on the couch. Crouched on all fours, her head was at level with Irene’s feet, the humiliation flushing her cheeks crimson. 

A moment of nostalgia passed by Jennie as her eyes wandered around the familiar space. Young and naive. Cute and bubbly. Sweet and innocent. Prior to meeting Irene, Jennie was her parent’s perfect little princess. Smart and energetic, she was well-liked by everyone, destined for success as her teachers often told her. But now, twenty-three years old, she was a completely different person. No. An animal. Nothing but a dirty breeding puppy trained to please her Mommy. The fall from grace would bring shame to her entire family. 

Eyes pinned to the floor, Jennie failed to catch a single breath, her petite frame trembling in fear beside her owner’s feet. “Hello, Irene. J-Jennie? W-what are you doing?” Fuck. A thick lump stuck in her esophagus upon hearing her father, the tone of his voice clearly distraught.

“Greet your parents.” Irene ordered, voice sonorous and resonant. From the yank on her leash, Jennie's vision was forcefully positioned to gaze straightly towards her parents, the sight making her cringe. Her mother wore a forced smile, pupils dilated in disbelief. Meanwhile, her father was not amused in the slightest bit, lips pressed into a thin line. 

“Loud and clear, Nini. You wouldn’t want me to punish you in front of your parents, right?” Salty tears brimmed in her eyes. She looked at her owner seeking pity, only to be chilled when none was found in her ashy orbs. Irene remained stoic. The woman wouldn’t budge. Jennie was only delaying the inevitable.

“Woof! Woof!” Eyes fluttered shut, Jennie barked, blood burning in embarrassment. More fake laughter from her mother filled the room, the mortification causing her gut to churn. What had she done to deserve this treatment?

“Good girl!” Irene chortled devilishly, skillful hands reaching to grab a cookie. “Here’s a treat, doggy.” She hurled the snack on the floor in front of her, crumbs splattering from the impact. 

“Uww.” Gawking at the broken cookie, Jennie uttered helpless mewls, praying that Irene would get her message and stop. But it was fruitless. A true sadist, Irene was enjoying this too much. Any signs of her falling apart only seemed to entertain the woman. She was savoring every bit of her humiliation. And it scared her to the core.

In discomfort, her father cleared his throat. “U-um, darling. Why don't you get up and take a seat next to Irene?” Distress was evident in his visage, clearly upset with how Irene was treating her so lowly.

“Dogs can’t sit, Mr. Kim.” Irene chuckled, fingers trailing through her soft locks. “Nini is well-trained and obedient, she knows better.” A sinister grin decorated the woman’s lips, eyes sharp and fiery with mischief. ”She’s also quite the playful one too. Your daughter loves to hump the sofa whenever she’s in a frisky mood. Puppy, why don’t you give your parents a demonstration?” 

Like a deer frozen in headlights, Jennie couldn't bring herself to say anything or move, body rigid, unable to fathom the insane demand. Breath heavy, she suffocated on air. Maintaining her composure for any longer was impossible; she had reached her breaking point. The humiliation and shame were too much to handle. "No! I don't want to!" With a scream, Jennie burst, sobbing miserably. Tears exploded out her eyes and fell down her cheeks. At that moment, she wanted to leave Irene, run to her parents, and cry in their arms.

Dead silence drenched the atmosphere following the outburst. "That's enough, Irene. The joke wasn't funny at all." Her mother’s voice pierced the room, voice furious and stern. Jennie had never heard her mother talk in this tone before. "Darling, please stand up."

It was like watching a switch flip inside Irene as soon as she disobeyed. Carmine capillaries adorned the woman’s flitting eyes, exuding nothing but anger. The grip around the leash tightened, thick veins visible in the woman’s clenched fist. "But this isn't a joke, Mrs. Kim. Jennie doesn’t own her body anymore. She’s my property, my breeding pup.” 

“Y-Your breeding pup?” Her mother stammered, choking on her own words. 

“Yes. My breeding pup.” Standing up from the sofa, Irene snapped at the lead, knocking Jennie off her palms and forcing oxygen out her lungs. “A dumb, little puppy whose only purpose is to bear my offspring.”

Irene’s words pained her heart, adding salt to her already open wounds. Beads of sweat formed on Jennie’s forehead out of panic, composure reeking of nervousness. The woman rested a foot atop her back to lower her chest to the ground, the heavy weight causing her legs to wobble.

“Please, please stop!” Jennie cried, hot tears slipping into her trembling mouth. Banging her limbs, she tried to escape, but the cold floor pressed to her exposed abdomen. The force from the woman’s foot pinned her, squishing her skin. This wasn’t the Irene she knew and loved. Someone had swapped her Mommy with a callous and cruel monster.

“What are you doing to my daughter? Stop it!” Her father’s deep voice boomed through the space. With a throbbing heart, Jennie looked up, glassy eyes connecting with their pained faces. Strangled breaths ripped from her chest, each puff of air like the dignity leaving her body. This was all her fault. There was no other fathomable reason. Only bad girls deserved such a harsh punishment.

“I’m going to breed her, and you’re both going to watch.” Irene’s statement fell heavy on Jennie’s lithe frame. In an instant, her spirit splintered, soul leaving her body to wander somewhere in the room. The girl was numb, body quivering into a broken mess. She was going to be taken — raped right in front of her parents.

“M-Mom,” she whined, shaky and weak. It was a call for her real mother. “Ah!” The band of her trousers roughly yanked down, the tail plug flipping up. Her bare ass was exposed, skin shivering with a chill. Thighs planted to the ground, the final inch of the fabric stripped from her body. In a last-ditch effort, she jerked to run, but Irene’s firm hand pushed her back down. Her body writhed then crumbled.

“We’re calling the police!” Hastily, her parents started for the kitchen, but were stopped dead in their tracks.

“If you do that, you won’t see your Jennie ever again.” Irene’s stern threat rendered them paralyzed. The woman’s voice had a venomous bite. The sound of a belt unbuckling clinked, the leather dropping to the floor. “Take a seat and enjoy it, why don’t you?” And as if possessed, her parents obeyed, eyes pinned open as they lowered to the couch. Irene’s warning was as terrifying as pointing a gun to their heads.

Warmth pressed against Jennie’s rear, familiar hardness sliding through the crack. "No, no!" she yelled, sobs choking her throat. The breach was a betrayal. A severance of the love and trust that the two had so mindfully built. There was no negation to these actions, no failsafe. It was pure, malicious force.

No. Instinctually, her core throbbed. A pang of lust flitted through her body, liquid starting to douse from her hole. Irene’s penis was a stimulant to the girl’s arousal, the reaction learned and ingrained. Even when she was being tainted, fucked for unwelcome eyes, Jennie still  dripped wet for her abuser’s cock. It was primal.

Her body had already betrayed her heart.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” It was an apology for herself just as much as it was for her parents — for being such a depraved lump of a human being. Trembling, her knees gave out, crashing onto the ground. With any luck, she would pass out, only to wake up when the nightmare was done. 

“Oh my goodness, what is that?” Jennie’s father paled, white blasting his usually tanned complexion.

Irene snickered. “It’s a dick. How else am I supposed to impregnate the pup?” The cockhead poked her slit, sliding languidly through the quivering folds. Sparks shot to her cunt, entrance parting to welcome the intruder. Stiff and thick, the length slowly teased her fate, circling the hole but not quite shoving it inside. Part of Jennie wanted it; to feel the meaty girth impaling her pussy by force and coercion. Just to get it over with. “Want to get yours out, too?  Your daughter still has two free holes.” The girl’s blood thickened, red paste churning below her skin. Such a sinful statement, and yet she stirred, body heating to the edge of insanity.

“You sicken me, Irene,” her father snapped, a vein popping out in his neck. For such a short man, he was intimidating when angered.

“It’s okay Jennie, I’ll get you out of this.” It was a futile promise, one based on a fatherly hope and little else. Irene completely dominated the situation.

“And how will you do that?” Irene gripped Jennie’s hips, roughly pulling her backside off the ground. From this angle, she felt her hole split open, air tingling her swollen pussy lips. The smell of her wetness pervaded through the room, tangy and musky, defiled and wrong. “Your daughter wants this. Even if you did try to steal her away, she would come running back.” The hot girth continued to stroke up and down the length of her vulva. Friction tickled her cheeks pink. If Irene was doing this to coax the girl, it was working. Any moment now, and she’d be begging like a horny little slut. “Nini? Do you want to leave me for your parents?”

“N-No! Don’t leave me, Mommy!” she blurted, her stomach tightening with a painful coil. The ridges of her folds were swollen, clenching onto the solid meat with each upward slide. Shame painted her skin a fiery red, but lust drenched her cunt a sopping mess. Tension pulled from her groin, clit pulsing with an unnerving desire. Jennie was not of a sober mind. Just like her Mommy, she too had been swapped. No longer the docile daughter, she was now an aching whore trembling to be raped. “Please! F-Fuck!” Clenching her eyes shut, she rolled her head on the floor, stars dancing over her blackened vision. She wanted to say it. She needed to say it. “Please p-put your cock inside.”

“See? She wants it.” With a grunt, Irene snapped her hips, impaling the debased cunt in one swift thrust. “Ugh! Nini,” the woman began, her tone dark and rasped, “I wish you’d put up more of a fight.” The penis intruded her hole, the veiny girth pushing against her walls with a violent force.

“Oh!” Her mother gasped, a bang knocking against the wall. Jennie peeled open her eyes to see if she’d fainted. Perhaps unluckily, she had not. Both pairs of eyes were still fixed on her every move.

“Please... hurry,” Jennie begged. It was a bargain that seemed fair. A quick fuck, a quick stream of cum. A quick display of control. The woman had made her point, the damage had been inflicted. Jennie would never sleep soundly again. “Hnn!” Irene’s length packed her with heat. Her frame rocked forward with each spear, the thick rod shealting her pussy in rapid bursts. A trickle of liquid dribbled down to stain her thighs, the squelch of her soaked cunt filling the air. "Uh, aah." Hips slapped together, dewy skin tapping with dull thuds. Weak elbows screeched on the wooden floor. The sponge inside her cunt grew rigid, impaled hardness pushing against the tissue. 

“Are you watching, sir?” Irene sneered, fisting a clump of Jennie’s hair. With a mean tug, she wrenched the locks, her face pulled taut off the ground. Holy fuck. As if the torment of rape wasn’t enough; she was now being forced to stare directly at her parents. Pain drew from her scalp. Humiliation poisoned her blood. A tinkle dinged from the leash, the sway of the chime hitting her chest. Body strained and fastened in place, Jennie struggled against the power, her owner’s firm hands almost bending her in half. To endure, she had to succumb. “Dad...” The man’s worried eyes stung, his gaze boring a hole through her chest. Jennie was no longer Daddy’s little innocent girl.

“Mom, Dad, please don’t look!” Stabs of pleasure trickled through her limbs, an unwanted climax cruelly chasing after her. Biting her lip, she withheld, willing her mind to shift away from the sensation. But Irene had never fucked her this good, so rough and so hard. The solid wood skewered her hole, stretching the tightness and hitting the hilt. Her cervix ached with each thrum, the penis sheathing deep and hammering her core. Split apart and ravaged. Her brain broke from the searing bliss. 

“God, Mommy,” she moaned, gaze falling on her biological mother. The shock on the woman’s face ripped her heart. She wanted to run and hide, to cower in a corner, to nurse her trauma. “Don’t... uhn,” a string of saliva seeped from her mouth, the dew mixing with her tears, “...look.”

The rape seemed endless, her hole sore from the merciless pound. Whether a minute had passed or an hour, the agony would brand Jennie’s mind forever. She swayed helplessly as she was taken from behind. Arms and legs like jelly, muscles feeble like mush. Her body had given up, the fibers beneath the skin unwinding to frays. There was no fight left. "My darling girl, t-this can’t b-be happening!” Her parents covered their eyes, lips trembling in fear. Both cried in strangled wails, liquid streaking their inflamed cheeks. Jennie hated herself for hurting them. She should have saved them from the pain.

“Look!” Irene barked, her cock lodged deep inside the girl’s pussy. For a second, she didn’t move, the pulsing meat sticking to the brim. “I said...” she shifted, lifting Jennie up from the waist, “look.” The girl flopped back in the woman’s grasp, her legs forced open and yanked up below the knees. Irene stood with Jennie in her arms, entire weight held in a strong grasp. Her thighs were parted wide, cunt exposed for her parents to view. They could see everything up close — her jutting clit, her seeping hole. The flesh of her womanhood was red and swollen, the engorged tissue quivering under her parents’ gaze.

The bend of her thighs caused Jennie’s anus to flutter, the tail plug popping out and slinking to the ground. “No, please... look away,” she sulked, her asshole gaping from the abrupt emptiness. A cool drift tingled her bare nudity, the prickle shivering up her skin. Now both of her intimate holes were on lewd display. God. She felt worse than a trapped animal, even worse than an inanimate object. There was no love in the room. Just savage violence and ruthless humiliation.

In a frenzy, the organ shoved up and swiftly penetrated her cunt once again. “Oh, fuck! That feels good,” Irene groaned, changing the pace and fucking the damaged girl in a slow rhythm. It was like the woman wanted to savor the pain, her cock plowing the defiled hole in steady and deep thrusts. Or maybe she wanted her parents to observe every wicked detail. “Uhh, take it dog!”

Jennie’s cunt filled completely, walls clenching around the meat stuffing her into oblivion. With each deliberate thrust, the woman’s heavy ballsack swung to slap her asscheeks. Her hole was nailed raw, seams torn open and rippling on the impaling girth. "P-Please... not in front of... ugh!" The slow pace was embarrassing, her slick pussy sucking up the cock with every subtle twitch. Their bodies heaved in a sinuous roll. Her back slunk against her Mommy’s chest. Lithe limbs dangled, black shoes swinging aimlessly through the air.

With such a deep fuck, the girl couldn’t even fight the violation. The euphoria caused her soul to wither into dust. She was merely a limp doll to be used, chugging up and down on an assaulting dick. What must her parents think of her? No decency remained, no pride. Jennie couldn’t even muster enough strength to respect herself. So how could she expect it from anyone else? “Hnnh, oh, uhh!” Moans fell from her lips in a careless stream, as if she’d been hypnotized to comply with Irene’s every command.

"You're really enjoying this aren't you? " Irene taunted, words knifing her heart with guilt. A sinister chuckle came out her mouth, the woman clearly satisfied with the show put on display. After all, Jennie was whining pathetically for cock in a situation where she should be feeling completely ashamed. "Doesn't she take cock so well?" Leisurely, she stretched the abused orifice, blunt nails digging into the skin under her knees. "Nini, tell your parents how much you love being Mommy's dog." 

"W-what?" She felt her heart drop to her stomach, head turning to stare back in shock. The casual grin on Irene's face prickled her baby skin with goosebumps, fingers trembling in fear. "But..." Muttering short breaths, she mindlessly shook her head, exhausted body jolting awake. As if the humiliation wasn't enough already, the woman wanted more. "I c-can't... please..." 

"You can't?" In fervor, Irene's grip tightened, the gap between her legs widened as hand prints ingrained onto her porcelain flesh. "Where's the girl who begged for cock just a few minutes ago, hm?" With a strong jerk, the woman lodged herself deep inside the cavern, pace slowing to a sudden halt. Pain shot up her spine from the insertion, her sex torn beyond repair. The girl whimpered mutely, pleading for mercy. "If you don't say it, I'll stop and leave you here." 

Jennie's cunt ached from the break, walls throbbing around the girth. Lips parted to gasp for air, saliva coated around the seam. Every spot inside her hole itched, warm friction ravaging her frame. "P-please! Don't stop!" The girl shrunk at her own desperation, the very last bit of her dignity burned away. She was nothing but her Mommy's puppet, a shell of a body. Irene knew exactly what to do to control her.

"I... I love Mommy's cock!" The girl rasped, newfound tears streaming down her cheeks as she spoke each syllable. "I love being owned as Mommy's breeding puppy. I... I'm useless without her." Her own words of degradation pierced the atmosphere, gut churning in self-disgust. Both her parents stared sullenly, hope lost in their pupils. She had just demeaned herself in front of her loving parents. Washed away the pride and respect in mere seconds, just for some cock. They would never forgive her for this. 

"Did you hear that, Mr. Kim? Your daughter loves being my doggy." Perhaps enticed from her sinful entreatment, Irene thrusted her hips to continue, once again fucking the girl at a torturous pace. "A total slut for my cock. I trained her very well."

"Hng!" Jennie grunted loudly, head dizzy. The girl had been habituated to the violent, ruthless thrusts that her Mommy gave during intercourse, and the sudden difference in speed rendered her helpless. Her legs flailed as the rod rammed slow and deep into her cervix, pained mewls emitting out her mouth with each impact. 

"You..." Her father gritted his teeth, skin red with anger. "Y-you've been hurting my daughter?" His eyes locked onto the carves on her plump thigh, the lines highlighted under the bright ceiling. Older knifemarks ingrained into her flesh as brown scars, newer ones as crimson blood clots.

"Oh, I'm glad you finally noticed." Irene snickered, a smirk decorating her visage. The woman's amusement throughout all this was heinous. "I mark Nini everytime I breed her, it helps me keep track. You can think of her thigh as my notepad." She rubbed her finger against the marred flesh, the girl squirming in her grasp from the sting. "So far, I've only bred her thirty times." 

Vision blurred and limp body supported by Irene, Jennie felt her core heat, the tight clench of her walls an indication of an approaching peak. The air around her thickened. Chestnut hair glued onto her forehead with sweat. Legs quivered from the pleasure, mind only able to focus on the repeated batters against her cervix. Oh my God. The last thing she wanted to do was orgasm in front of her parents. 

"Unf! Mommy! N-no... I'm gonna..." Pressure slashed up her spine. Toes curled, she bit her lip to hold back a release. Jennie probably shouldn't have articulated her impending climax. Noticing her embarrassment, Irene quickened the pace, pummeling her hole into ruins. The unexpected transition from slow to fast wrecked her nerves, walls spazzing around the length. Waves of euphoria traveled through her veins, reaching the point of no return. It was all too late. 

"Please! Don't look!" Her petite body arched against Irene's chest, head leaning back against her shoulders. Cheeks burning, the girl brought up her hands to cover her face from the embarrassment as her lower body convulsed. Her pussy, however, remained shameless, rich essence squirting out and soaking the length. "Mmph! Unn!" Juice poured out her opening and dripped down to paint the floor obscenely, forming a pool of sex.

“No! No! I can’t watch!” Her mother’s high-pitched cry ricocheted off the walls. Through parted fingers, Jennie watched as she rushed out of the room, her body a blur through the space.

The bathroom door slammed shut.

Her father shifted out of the chair, his feet pacing out of the space. With a tortured expression, his gaze flicked between the door and Jennie. His eyes plead like the strain of competing loyalty. 

“Where do you think you’re going, sir?” The girth penetrated her through the aftershock, her climax slow to fall as tension ripped through her limbs. Irene yanked on Jennie’s blouse, a button popping out of its socket. She wasn’t wearing a bra underneath. Another tug and her breasts would expose. “Are you really going to leave your only daughter?” The girl’s arms hung loose by her sides, flopping like pulpy meat. “What kind of father does that?”

“I-I, I...” he stammered, body frozen. Wrinkled and exhausted, his face seemed to have aged a decade in a mere hour.

“Sit back down.” Irene took a few steps forward, their connected bodies now close to the couch. “Right here. Up close and personal.”

Slowly, her father sat back down, his face recoiling back. Jennie’s pussy was directly in front of him now. “Ugh, yes, have a good look.” Irene’s breathy moans drifted over her neck, hot and heavy. Sweat covered her body, the dew cooling and making her shiver. She felt like a messy lump of wet laundry. Forever stained, the soap would never wash her clean.

Irene battered her, hole gooey from the slither of wetness. The length buried in quick ruts, pussy red and stretched for her father to see. With teary eyes, she met his sullen gaze. Disgust churned in her gut. Without a doubt, he could smell her, the heady scent of her drenched cunt. Just another few inches, and he’d be able to touch her, too. “Fuck,” Irene groaned, lifting the girl up and slamming her back down. She bounced on the dick, body paralyzed and heart detached. “God, you feel amazing.” It was a compliment that was often uttered when they had sex. Now, it pained like an insult.

“Uh, uh,” she breathed, head dizzy and light. The room swayed, objects blurring into abstractions. Irene ripped open her shirt, the cotton hanging open by her sides. Her breasts jiggled, firm nipples dancing in the air. Prickling scattered over her chest, skin standing on edge. Profanely on display, her pussy rammed and her tits swirling in tiny circles, Jennie dissolved under her father’s eyes. She felt seedier than a streetwalker, lower than a slave. She was as good as a public hole. “Please forgive me, Dad.”

“Mmmph!” Irene’s cock twitched, the throb vibrating through the girl’s body. “Aren’t her tits cute? Uh-“ she jerked her hips, the meat swelling between abused walls, “you can have a turn after I’m done.” The thought of fucking her father caused bile to rise, the acid burning her throat.

“Never! Stop it!” He sobbed, his face shiny from the outpouring of liquid. “My Jennie, my Jennie.” The words came out like a babble, as if he was a cornered child crying out for safety.

“Ugh! Jennie!” Meat pulsed inside her cunt, heat pressed against her back. Strands of hair stuck to her forehead. Cold sweat dripped down her nose. The impaled girth slowed to a disjointed pace, stabbing the hilt in erratic thrusts. “Dog, uhhn, g-get ready.” And with a hefty slam, the woman busted, strings of cum filling her hole and splashing against her cervix. Jennie felt Irene’s tendons tense, the grip under her knees tightening, nails puncturing her skin. “Oh, yes, fuck!” Seed sloshed into her womb, her cunt unprotected and fertile for the bearing of offspring. Except this time, Jennie didn’t want it. The hot sperm clung to her walls, fibrous liquid sticky and cramped. It felt like poison injecting into her veins.

“Blegh!”

Violent retching echoed from the bathroom. Her mother was vomiting. “Honey?” In urgency, her father raced to the sound, leaving Jennie alone. A weight lifted from her shoulders, his absence relieving her from more humiliation. Danger withered from her mind, the adrenaline dried and thin. Emptiness prevailed.

Irene’s soft cock flopped out, a blob of cum oozing out with it. “Jesus,” she muttered, hands falling to release the girl. With a gasp, Jennie collapsed to the floor, body bruised and feeble. Cum stained her thighs, the white starting to dry over a scar. An ache pounded through her head, the throb vibrating through the ground. Her hole fluttered, the membrane tender and swollen. Veins drained, muscles spent, she had nothing left to give. Irene had ruined her. Shutting her eyes, her limbs slumped, and she prayed to fall asleep.

Maybe when she’d wake this would all be a bad dream.

“Nini.” A quiet voice floated through the air. So tender and sickly sweet, it made her blood run cold. "Fuck. That felt amazing." 

Amazing. The word fell heavy, a powerful ache shattering her heart into a million shards. Irene didn't care at all. Not even an ounce of remorse or guilt shown. Jennie was done playing puppy. 

Sprawled on the floor, she moved her head slightly, gaze falling on her tormentor. "Irene, h-how could you?" No tears remained, ducts dried. "I thought you loved me." 

A sterile drift doused the room, like the silence after a gruesome war. “I’m so sorry, my baby girl.” Irene sat on the couch, her legs slack and her cock flopped against her thigh. Skin flushed and hair tousled, her body reeked of sex. But it wasn’t the post-sex Irene than Jennie knew. This Irene wore sad eyes and a deep frown. “I don’t know what I was thinking,” she croaked, voice breaking with a cry, “p-please forgive me.”

Jennie loosened the dog collar, the clip sliding off her neck and falling with a tinkle. She had been demeaned, raped, and inseminated — all in front of her parents' eyes. The scars on her thighs were nothing compared to the scars on her memory.

But the woman hadn’t just ruined one life. She’d ruined four -- Jennie’s, Mr and Mrs. Kim’s...

And her own.

“I don’t forgive you.”

/

New Self

Slumber fell over Irene, waving from her limbs up to her head. Lulling into the pillow, feathers contoured to the groove of her face. She was on a cloud. 10.45 p.m. Finally, an early night.

But just when she was about to doze, with her fluffy white blankets drawn up to her face, a knock thrummed through the door.

Groaning, Irene stirred, eyelashes dragging open as if made of lead. She flicked on the lamp, the light painting the walls in a gentle glow. “What is it?” she mumbled, traipsing across the carpet. When she got closer, with her hand clenched around the doorknob, she heard a whimper. Her stomach dropped.

“Seulgi? Are you okay?” Seulgi stood in the hallway, eyes red and cheeks shiny with tears. “Come in.” Quickly, Irene shut the door and took Seulgi's hand, guiding her inside. Pulse pounding, she squeezed the girl’s palm, heat clasped between skin. 

“M-Mommy,” Seulgi cried, wiping at her face. She wore a white nightgown, with frilly edges and laced sleeves.

“What happened?” Irene stroked Seulgi’s hair, strands soft through her fingers. Fruity shampoo drifted past her nose.

“Yeri and Joy were picking on m-me again,” she wept, dainty lips quivering in a frown. “T-They...” Her eyes were clenched shut, fluid seeping out of the sides. “They kept calling me a dumb dumb!”

Irene tutted. Silly girls. “Again? I’ll give them a stern word.”

“Y-Yeah. They’re so m-mean to me...” The girl hung her head down, broken voice falling to the ground. 

With a tender touch, Irene held Seulgi’s chin and tipped it up, goading the girl to meet her gaze. Watery eyes stared back at her with a hopeful spark. “It’s okay, baby.” Warmth tickled her chest. “Mommy is here to look after you.”

Seulgi nodded, a small smile slipping through her tears. “T-Thank you, does that mean that I...”

“Yes, you can sleep with me tonight.” Pulling the quilt over, Irene lead her baby to bed. “I’ll protect you, Seulgi.” The girl nestled under the covers, nudging her back to Irene’s chest. Irene hummed, relishing in the comfort. She loved cuddling her baby. The blanket dipped over their bodies as they spooned; knees bent, limbs tangled. Seulgi’s thigh sat above her own, skin hot and squishing together. Tiny beads broke out, sweat starting to gather between their legs. “Shh, shh, everything will be okay,” she cooed, gliding her palm across her bicep. Irene felt Seulgi’s muscles contract, body tense and heaving with ragged breaths.

“And they’re probably just jealous...” Lightly, she pressed her fingertips between the girl’s shoulder blades. The tendons started to ease beneath her thumb. “...Because you’re the best dancer.”

“You always make me feel better, Mommy.” Gradually, Seulgi’s sobbing died down to a quiet sniffle, the meek sound flitting through the room. The light was still on, gleaming over Seulgi’s skin and painting her in a porcelain white. A beautiful face, so pristine and delicate. Irene loved her face — pert nose, bright eyes, cheeks that puffed up in a smile.

“Hmm,” Seulgi sighed, frame settling into the curve of the woman’s waist. “Goodnight, Mommy.” The girl’s ass was now backed into her groin, firm cheeks sitting snugly across her flaccid girth. A tingle shot to her brain. 

It didn’t take long. 

A sulking Seulgi broke her heart, but to her shame — it also turned her on. Sliding her hand down, Irene gripped the girl’s hip, and pinned her meat to the clothed crack. The fabric chafed, friction rubbing through their underwear.

“Goodnight, baby,” she echoed, voice dulcet. Heat doused Irene’s skin, clammy from the two bodies cramped under the blanket. Within minutes, Seulgi fell slack, a quiet snore snuffling in the air. The girl always was a quick sleeper.

An ache pulled in Irene’s gut; the familiar sensation of a rapidly growing erection. Cotton pulled around her hard meat, a steep tent popping beneath her nightgown. Slowly, she dry-humped the girl’s back side, warmth tipping her bulge with each rut. Fluttering her eyes closed, she basked in the pleasure, dick pounding with blood. Seulgi’s ass was firm and round, and bounced with a tight resistance. In a desperate shuffle, Irene pulled her cock out, thick shaft springing up from the confines. Veins swelled, stuffy air tickling the rod. “Hnnf.” Biting her lip, she stifled a groan, the sound trapping in her throat. Irene gripped her girth, cock pulsing in her palm. With a rock, she ground into Seulgi’s fabric-clad ass, naked meat splitting through the cleft.

“Mommy?” The girl’s meek voice broke through her daze. Eyes snapping open, Irene stilled her movements, cock halfway through an upwards stroke. Seulgi turned her head to look at the woman, face streaked with dried tears. “Why is Stiffy here?”

Irene shivered, excitement tingeing her cheeks. Despite the girl’s question, her taut ass was still snuggled to her cock like a cozy sweater. In fact, fuck, she actually rutted into it. “I... I couldn’t help it.” Kicking off the covers, a cool breeze washed over her skin. “God, you’re just... too cute, Seulgi.” A bead of precum had stained the girl’s backside, dampening the cotton with a streak. Her underwear clung to her asscheeks, yellow fabric fitted to the flesh. Irene’s boner raged. “Fuck, get up, show me your ass.”

“Right now?” Seulgi asked, eyelashes flicking in coy innocence.

“Yes, now.” Pumping her cock, Irene kept a rigid erection, length teetering at full mast. Full balls sat between her thighs, jiggling with each tug.

“Okay...” Obediently, Seulgi slid off the mattress to stand by Irene’s side. She hiked her nightgown up, and bending over, exposed her rump. Cotton dipped between her ass crack, drawing a tight line.

Biting her lip, Irene shimmied to the edge of the bed, face inches away from the girl’s bum. “Take your panties off.”

Slowly, Seulgi slid the fabric down her thigh, before stepping out of the underwear and discarding it to the floor. “Do you like what you see, Mommy?” Her naked ass was toned and tanned. Carved to perfection. With a little dance, she wiggled her rear, cheeks slapping together.

“Mmnnn,” Irene groaned, pressing her hand to the girl’s back. The girl bent at a steep angle. Legs parting slightly, her ass spread open, revealing her heavy scrotum that swayed between her thighs. “I like it very much.” Her anus was cute and pink, and wrinkled in a tight fold. Poking out her tongue, Irene dabbed the pucker, a tiny drop of spit dotting the skin. She stroked her hands to Seulgi’s hips, and with parted lips, buried her face deeper into the girl’s backside.

“Oh, Mommy...” Seulgi whined. Irene felt her shiver in her grasp. The salty taste of skin and sweat tipped her tongue. She lathered the hole, swirling in languid circles. Licking a line, she lapped the sack, before trailing back up. The muscle clenched around her intruding tongue. “Will you promise to use lube this time?”

Irene hurled a ball of saliva, and spat on the girl’s bud. Frothy liquid dripped from the fluttering anus, along the taint, and down to her balls. “Of course, baby. I wouldn’t want to hurt your pretty little asshole.”

“Hnn, t-thank you... y-you’re so kind.” Spit smeared her anus, the blob shining in tiny little bubbles. The image caused Irene to stir. Cock now painfully hard, it teetered up in a full mast, head swollen and seeping precum.

“Turn around.” Desperately, she yanked off Seulgi’s nightgown, and chucked it to the side. Then, she discarded her own. A pile of their sin gathered on the ground. “Let me see your beautiful cock.” The girl‘s meat was big, with a bulbous head and a long, veiny shaft. She was half-hard, length wobbling up in hesitant juts. So adorable. Just like Seulgi, her dick was also shy.

With a dark gaze, Irene lifted off the bed. Both bare, she pressed their bodies together, stiff nipples grazed. A tingle spread through her breasts. “Mmm.” Reaching down, she gripped Seulgi’s shaft, and felt it stir in her palm.

She docked their cocks, swollen heads touching in a light kiss. Protruding and upright, she felt the girl’s girth stiffen to solid wood. “Let’s fuck,” Irene blurted, a smirk playing at her lips. 

Seulgi gasped, pink tinting her ears. “Mommy, you’re so lewd!” They both chuckled.

Irene rolled their dicks together, hard meat stroking in a languid glide. “I guess you should punish me, then.” Her tone was light, jovial. But there was a speck of truth to her statement. Please pound me, Seulgi, she thought, the fantasy trembling through her veins. “God.” With a husk, she captured the girl’s lips, and thrust her tongue inside. Their tongues twisted, slow and wet, almost in time with the warm prod of their hard cocks. Spit covered her lips. Sweat slicked down her back. Irene came to life, on edge, like a spark from steel. Their noses brushed. Heads tilted to kiss from each angle. Lips locked together in a heated suction, while their tongues meshed — flicking, fucking each other’s mouths. 

Gasping for air, Irene pulled away, lips tingling. The old tears on Seulgi’s face had dried, sulk gone. A red look of lust remained, her eyes hooded, lips parted and swollen. “Mommy,” the girl began, bucking her erection. The tip brushed against Irene’s abdomen. “I need you...”

Irene smiled, butterflies erupting in her stomach. They had known each other for a decade, and the girl still made her swoon. “The bedside table. Grab the lube for me.” The moment Seulgi parted for the drawer, Irene shivered, craving the girl’s warm body.

“This?” The girl held up a small bottle, a naive look on her face.

“No, Seulgi,” Irene laughed, “that’s face cream.”

“Oh.” Seulgi’s brows furrowed as she searched through the drawer, as if deep in concentration. Irene knew she was acting a part.

“Baby girl... I’m way too horny for this. Hurry up and get the lube, otherwise I’m fucking you raw.”

The draw smacked shut, and Seulgi came bouncing, almost with a giddy skip, back to Irene. “Here you go, Mommy.” Popping open the bottle, she lathered the lube over the woman’s cock, the gel cool on her skin.

“Yes, that’s it, spread it.” Irene bit her lip, eyelashes fluttering shut. Bucking her hip, she jerked into Seulgi’s hand, the lube sliding over her shaft with a wet squelch. “Fap it a bit.” Pleasure tingled up her spine. With doe eyes, the girl kneeled to the floor and pumped her cock, grip clenched in a fist.

“You’re so hard, Mommy. Does Stiffy like me?” Seulgi twisted the head slightly, before sliding back down and clutching the base.

“F-Fuck.” Breath hitched, Irene’s cock twitched, veins pounding along the shaft. “Yes, Stiffy likes y-you.” Slowly, she opened her eyes, light flitting past her vision. Limbs loose, she sat on the bed, legs hanging off the edge. Barely anchored to gravity. Irene felt as if she could fly away.

“Darling, Mommy loves you so much.” Her heart hammered in her chest, each beat calling out for her baby. She patted her groin. “Face me and sit on my lap.”

Their eyes made contact. “I love you, too, Irene.” Seulgi sat on top, thighs parting by the woman’s sides. Heat simmered between them. Skin prickling, Irene felt Seulgi’s hand drift up her back, palm slicking along the sweat. “Can you...? Please...” The girl leaned closer, small breasts brushing Irene’s chest.

Irene slid the tip of her cock to the hole, fingers fumbling. “Are you ready?” she breathed. Seulgi’s face was a mere inch away from hers. They inhaled each other, eyes deep and bodies embraced.

“Yes, Mommy.”

And with a grunt, Irene thrusted, the bulbous head popping inside the tight ring. Blood roared through her cock, the pleasure trailing up her body and to her brain. The muscle snapped around her girth. “My baby, always so tight for me.”

“Uhhhn!” Seulgi mewled, burying her head into the crook of Irene’s neck. Damp strands of hair tickled Irene’s shoulder. “It feels so good, please g-go...” she rutted down, a few inches of meat slipping inside, “deeper.”

Wrapping her arms around the girl’s back, Irene pulled her down to her waist, pinning her to her groin. As her swollen penis squeezed inside, she felt the membrane part, circling around the girth inch by inch. “Ugh!” With the snap of her hips, she sheathed her entire rod into the rectum, walls smothering her cock. Bottomed out, her balls slapped against Seulgi’s ass cheeks. Lube slicked the penetration, movements stroking with a silky ease.

“Oh!” Seulgi yelped, sinking onto the cock. Irene’s girth lodged deep, the asshole rippling with each upward slide. She took the girl slow, impaling her with a motherly patience. When her tip hit the brim — she waited a moment, her cock nestled and cozy in the homely sleeve — before drawing back down and slamming back in.

Griping the woman’s shoulders, Seulgi leaned back, and started to ride. “God, Mommy, I love it... I love it so much.” The girl’s cock bobbed with each bounce, slapping her abdomen with a dull tap. Her forehead creased, eyebrows knitted in something like an overwhelmed pleasure. “F-Fuck!”

Irene speared the hole, stretching it around her massive girth. “Excuse m-me?” she husked, breathless.

“I’m...” Seulgi continued to rock, hard nipples jiggling in the air. “Sorry for swearing, Mommy.”  Pushing up, Irene nailed the girl’s rectum with a renewed force, plugging the rear in desperate thrusts.

“Hmmph!” Irene slithered her hands down to Seulgi’s hips. Grip steady, she leveraged the girl still and ravaged the hole. “Only Mommy is allowed to swear, don’t forget it,” she grunted, the sound rasped in the heated air.

“Sorry! So s-sorry... uhnn.” Seulgi’s heavy ballsack tapped Irene’s groin, the wrinkled skin flopping. Her cock looked painfully hard, redness flaring the head, veins protruding along the length. Poor girl probably needed a helping hand to take her over the edge. “Pwease, pwease,” she babbled, expression delirious and eyes askew. Whenever Seulgi brought out the baby voice, Irene figured she wanted something. Mostly it worked; it was the girl’s greatest weapon and Irene’s greatest weakness. “Pwease tug on my willie, I want to cweam.”

But Irene ignored her, instead focusing in on the girl’s hanging mouth. Her cute tongue dangled along the edge of her lip, where a bead of spit gathered and drooled down her chin. It was a treat just waiting to be slid right inside Irene’s hungry mouth. “Spit in my mouth.”

“What?” Seulgi blinked, a glimmer of confusion crossing her face. Shoving her cock, Irene pierced the orifice, fucking in deep, hard stabs. A dollop of lubricant splashed from the drilling meat, flicking to her thigh.

“Spit-“ Her dick slipped out of Seulgi’s anus, halting the frantic pace. It poked the girl’s sack in aimless ruts.

“W-Wait a sec.” Seulgi shifted, and lifted up to wrap her legs around the woman’s rear. Gripping Irene’s prick, she angled it to her hole. Lube coated the girl’s junk, messily slicked along her scrotum and taint. With a nudge, Irene’s head teased the opening, rim now gaped and fluttering. “Nhhh.” Fully seated, Seulgi sank back down, taking the entire length. The position was intimate — bodies joined, eyes fixed.

“Uh-uhh,” Irene moaned, hands wandering to trail over Seulgi’s back. Their chests were squished together, tits grazing with each skewer or Irene’s cock. She picked up a pace, thigh muscles clenching under the strain. Their heaved breaths flitted through the air. Panting, bated, in sync. “God, Seulgi,” she whispered, penis throbbing as she made love to her baby. Her nose drifted up the girl’s neck, inhaling her scent — the musk of sweat, the hint of lotion.

“Mmm, Mommy.” Seulgi clung to Irene’s shoulders, their skin sliding in a wet slap. Her huge dick waved between them, tapping each of their abdomens in a wobbly back and forth. This is where her baby belonged; nested and protected on Mommy’s dick.

Irene trembled, body burning. Her balls were heavy, full and floppy with unspent cum. The head of her cock swelled with blood, causing an ache to pull in her groin. Fuck, Seulgi’s rectum was so slippery and warm. Irene couldn’t hold on for much longer. “Baby,” she began, cupping the girl’s face as she rocked on her impaling dick. Fingertips trailed along her fine cheekbone, soft to the touch. “Spit in my mouth.”

Seulgi embraced Irene, clinging to her in a cozy cuddle. Her asshole clenched, the ridged membrane snapping to the base of the woman’s cock. With a ripple, she slid back up, pucker slurping on the meat. God. “W-Why? Are you sure?” she uttered, quiet voice breaking through the heady lust.

“I want it, so do it. Spit in my mouth.” Sticking her tongue out, Irene awaited the essence, body teeming with a nearing bust. A shiver shot up her spine. “Hurry!”

Seulgi pursed her lips together, cheeks hollowed. “Pthu!” And with a hurl, she spat a blob of frothy saliva onto Irene’s tongue, the liquid sliding down to her throat.

That did it.

Irene splintered, body coming undone in a rapturous applause. For a moment, she was a deity. An immortal among men. Pleasure seared through her frame, scattering along her skin and pricking her brain. Ropes of jizz ripped from the tip, splashing the cavity and plugging it to the brim. “Baby girl, fuck! Ugh!” Strands of semen jerked out, emptying her scrotum in a long, hard nut.

“Yes, Mommy! Give it to me!” Seulgi groaned, grinding her hips through the woman’s orgasm. Her asshole squelched, gooey and stuffed with viscous cum. Blood pounding, Irene pulled out, spent and struggling to breathe. The pucker was loose, stretched to the circumference of Irene’s width. White globs oozed, slinking down her thigh and staining the bed.

“G-God,” Irene croaked, taking Seulgi’s waist and gently sitting her to the side. Reality slowly started to creep back. Smiling, she glanced at the girl, heart swirling in her chest. “That was amazing.”

“Yeah...” Seulgi stood from the bed, her full erection still jutting between her legs. Her eyes flickered away from Irene, a shy expression pulling at her face. Awww.

“Poor little bear,” Irene teased, leaning up from the mattress. Her flaccid cock flopped to her thigh, smearing the skin in cum and lube. “Willie didn’t cream?”

Seulgi shrugged, her doe-eyes drawing to meet Irene. “I-I guess not.”

“Do you want some help?” On tired legs, Irene stood by the girl. Tenderly, her hand stroked the hard meat, feeling the ribbed veins beneath her fingertips.

“Hnn, y-yes pwease.” In shallow ruts, Seulgi bucked into the woman’s palm. Her tip was engorged, sitting atop the shaft like a bulbous mushroom head. Irene lightly pulled at the skin, the ridges rippling on the hard wood.

“Little bear has such a big and scary cock.” The length teetered in response, twitching in her hand. “It’s almost as big as mine.”

“Mmmph, M-Mommy...”

“I’ll help you, but we’re going to do...” she smirked, a renewed surge of excitement trembling through her limbs. God. Yes. It was finally time. “...something different.”

Seulgi gave her a perplexed look, lips jutting out. “What do you mean?”

“Well... Mommy has a bumhole, too.” Pacing to the drawer, she takes the lube, tipping open the lid.

“Of course you do.” Seulgi giggled, light and sweet. Her innocence made Irene stir.

“And? Do you know what that means?” She smeared a wet sheen of liquid onto the girl’s member, shaft dripping with lubricant. Irene liked it messy.

“Uhm... no?”

“I want you to nail my ass, Seulgi,” she uttered, plain and simple.

“B-But... I don’t want to hurt Mommy.”

Irene pressed a quick kiss to the girl’s cute nose. “I know you don’t, darling. But it’s okay, we’ll take it slow.”

“And, and...” Seulgi blushed, pink tinting her face. “I don’t know what to do.” Her voice was meek, only a note above a whisper.

“I’ll tell you what to do.” Knees pressed to the bed, Irene bent over, backing her rear into the air. Her thighs parted, cheeks cracking to expose her needy hole. “Come on, baby. Put that huge cock to good use.”

“Okay, I’ll try my best... I’ll do it for Mommy.” Irene felt the girl’s soft hands knead her rump, muscles easing under her gentle care. “Does that feel nice?”

How cute. The girl was giving her a little massage. “Yes, baby.” Seulgi’s hands were warm, the tendons melting beneath her palm. A small tingle travelled up Irene’s spine, body lulling in a relaxed bliss. Leaning down, Irene pressed her chest to the bed, head lying to the side. The sheets felt crisp and cool on her clammy body.

“Mommy, you have such a pretty bum,” Seulgi hummed.

“Thank you, but do you know what?” Irene bit her lip to stifle a chuckle. She was enjoying this way too much.

“What?”

“It would look even prettier with your cock inside.”

“Oh...” The mood shifted, the girl’s hesitance simmering through the room. Her hand planted on the small of Irene’s back. “Okay, what do I do?”

Irene trembled, a short circuit tripping her brain. “Grab Willie a-and...” A flutter traveled through her frame. Her flaccid penis twinged, dormant meat starting to waken from another round. “And put the head to my hole...”

The bed dipped, Seulgi’s thighs brushing against Irene’s own. “Like this?” The girl’s liquid-smothered cockhead breached Irene’s hole, nudging it with a soft tap. Air caressed the lube, a cool sensation tickling her crack.

“Mmm, yes.” Irene reached down and curled a fist around her hardening girth. “Now, start to push in. It might wrinkle at first... but after a moment, it’ll flutter open.”

“Okay, Mommy.” Seulgi drifted a hand to the woman’s hip, gripping it. “I’m going in now.” And with a sharp inhale, Irene felt it. The girl’s thick head started to push inside, steady, parting the rim in a delightful stretch.

“Fuck...” Heart racing, her body thrummed, excitement surging through her veins. “Feels so good.” Pleasure quivered up her rectum, her anus clenching with the insatiable desire to be filled. The gentle rub was simply not enough.  “Remember to go slow, baby,” she purred, “Mommy isn’t used to having big cocks shoved up there.” It was a lie. She plowed herself with huge dildos almost daily.

“Sorry Mommy, am I going too fast?”

Irene chuckled. “No, you barely have your head inside.” Playing with her little bear was the woman’s favorite pastime.

“Can I, uhmm... go a bit deeper now?”

“Yes, start to slide it in. Inch by inch.”

As instructed, an inch entered her anus, the whole head now snugly fitting inside. “Mommy? Can I do another?”

Irene writhed, body heating up into a frenzy. This was so fucking erotic. “Fuck,” she babbled, spit seeping out of her mouth. She was delirious. She needed that monstrous cock splitting her apart. Now. “I can’t take it any longer, please fuck me. R-Ruin my hole.”

“Wow, you’ve changed Mommy.” The girl was almost right. The truth was, she’d always been a cockslut. But it was only now that she’d decided to drop the dominant act and finally admit it aloud.

“Mommy is a slut for your cock. I...” Mewling, her back arched, another inch of girlmeat skewering her hole. “Hnng, I’ve, ughh, always b-been,” she said, the weight of her confession lost in the depth of her moans.

“Oh, y-you mean it?” Seulgi grabbed Irene’s asscheeks, and with a grunt, speared to the hilt.

“Hnn, y-yes.” Irene collapsed onto the mattress, her knees barely holding up. Pure bliss teemed through her core. Oblivion was near. “Pound me, baby. D-Dart it in and out.”  

“Ughh, Mommy, you’re so beautiful,” Seulgi groaned, delving her meat deeper in the hole. Pride fluttered in Irene’s chest. Not for herself — but for Seulgi. Mommy was so proud to see her baby act so bold.

“F-Faster, harder.” Irene gave her dick a few tugs, the girth throbbing with a rabid erection. Like a bitch in heat, she fucked back on the penetration, anus taking the length in desperate strokes.

“Am I-I doing okay?” Upping the pace, Seulgi’s groin slapped Irene’s thighs, hammering the woman’s body with steep plows.

“Ah! Amazing! Fuck!” Irene prostate was rigid, the tissue erect and swollen with blood. And Seulgi, like a natural, was hitting it with every impale. God, Irene wasn’t just a slut for cock. She was a slave. “Ugh! It feels s-so, uhnnn.”

“Mommy, I-I...” The girl’s balls tapped Irene’s asscheeks, swinging and slapping in time with her thrusts. “I’m gonna cweam really soon!”

“Ah, ah, ah.” Their lewd moans drifted through the air. Seulgi’s rod plowed her like she deserved to be plowed — like an uptight bitch that needed to be taught a lesson. “Baby, I’m close...” Irene lifted her head up, and met the girl’s eyes. Damn. Her pretty face was drenched in sweat, dark hair sticking to her neck. Her innocent expression was gone, replaced by a wicked lust that darkened her gaze. They’d never fucked like this before, so primal and needy. Irene was addicted. She could never go back.

“And when y-you cum...” she continued, as if her instructions were ever needed in the first place. “You need to shoot your cream deep inside my bum. Do not waste a single d-drop.” Eyes unfocused, Irene began to see stars, lashes flickering across her vision. “Uhh.” Her mouth hung open, panting, tongue drooling with spit. Seulgi had broken her.

“I won’t waste any cweam for you, Mommy!”

The girl buried her pole, fast and deep. Irene’s hole loosened, practically a gaping cumdump for Seulgi’s precious seed. “Hmmph!” With a groan, she gripped Irene’s shoulders, lifting her pulpy body off the bed. Split in half, Irene bent, frame stiff between the spear in her rear and the grip on her back.

“S-Seulgi!” Irene’s rectum quivered, tissue swollen and raw. Ass clenched, she sucked the girl in like a vacuum. She felt so full. And she fucking loved it. Seulgi’s hard cock plunged, pressuring every crevice of the cock-hungry cavity. “Fuck!” Fire lit in her gut, burning through her core and setting her on flames.“Cum-Cumming!” Toes curled, she shook, a white hot climax forcing out of her body. Seed streaked out of her dick, staining the bed in a mess of gooey blobs. With a fist, she milked her cock, tugging her stiffy through her climax. The load was bigger than the first, semen oozing and dripping a puddle on the sheets.

Irene felt Seulgi’s cock jitter, buried, filling the hole. It stretched her walls as if it somehow doubled in size. “Me t-too, I’m not gonna waste any cweam!” And then the girl erupted, a fountain of sperm flooding Irene’s rectum. “Oh, Mommy, ugh, thank you-Mommy!” Seulgi babbled through her orgasm, thick cock jerking erratically. Her penis squished inside the cum-clogged anus, squelching and sopping wet.

“I-I should be the one thanking you.” Irene fell back down on the bed, Seulgi’s hands slipping from her shoulders. Heat spread through her ass as the girl bucked into her, thrusting shallow, streams of sperm dwindling to droplets. The seams of Irene's hole clenched, trapping the precious goo inside. “You’re good at fucking, baby.” 

“Mommy?" Seulgi panted, her clammy groin sticking to the woman's backside. "I stopped cweaming.” Irene felt the girl’s cock soften, still nuzzled deep in her asshole.

“Hmnn, you can pull out now, baby.” The moment Seulgi withdrew, Irene’s lower half smashed to the mattress, exhausted. Her penis rubbed against the sheets, skin now numb. Cream bubbled out of her sphincter, ring gaped. Empty, starved of cock.

“Hey?” Seulgi laid next to her, skin blotched with a red blush. With tired eyes, Irene gazed at the girl’s abs. Taut, defined, and undulating in a heave. Post-sex Seulgi was almost as good as the deed. 

“Hmm?” Pressing close, Irene kissed her cheek, a gentle warmth tingling her lips.

“Was,” Seulgi breathed, chest billowing, “was that a one time thing? Or...”

“Or will you get to nail me again?” Irene chuckled.

Seulgi smiled, the beam scrunching her eyes. “Yeah...”

Flipping over, Irene laid on her back, hair sprawling on the bed. “You can nail me daily if you’d like.”

“Really?” Seulgi slid a finger along Irene’s jaw, the light touch making her tremble.

“Mhm, I mean it,” Irene croaked, voice hoarse from the mind-numbing fuck.

“Thank you, Mommy.” And with a cheeky grin, Seulgi leaned down and captured Irene’s lips.

/

Pink Ferrari

“Hi guys! It’s me, Jinsol!” The bottle blonde waved at the screen, pearly teeth peeking beneath her red lipstick. Her OnlyFans account had exploded in the past few weeks. Hundreds of subscribers turned into thousands. And the money followed. “What would you all like to see today?” The artificial light stroked her face. Fake, thick eyelashes flickered. For a simple bedroom, Jinsol made it look like a movie scene. She’d decked it out with a light kit, a high definition camera, and of course — the walls painted a bubblegum pink.

Charlieboy donated $50 dollars: Show us your tits!

The ding ding ding of coins flushing echoed through the speakers. The sound effect was like God’s voice to her ears.

Daddy69 donated $55 dollars: Finger your ass again!

Jinsol giggled, leaning back on the tall gaming chair. She’d tried her hand at streaming, but income was slow. Jinsol was simply too terrible at playing games. E-girl life was not for her. Getting naked was where the money was at. “But I showed my tits last time.” The white t-shirt was a flimsy cotton, tight and pulled over her breasts. She was braless, pink nubs poking through the fabric. To emphasise, she arched her back, gracing the screen and... 1407 viewers, her pert and pearly nipples. “Aren’t you all bored of my tits by now?”

The feed was sent into a frenzy. Green dollar bills danced over the screen, gold coins pilled high in a cute little animation. Her computer was like a poker machine.

AssMan donated $60 dollars: Titties please! I’m already so hard :/

With a pout, Jinsol poked her breast, the touch giving it a wiggle. “I’m shy.” Her voice was small and sweet. After a quiet moment, she gazed up to the camera, line of sight melting directly into the viewers at home. “I don’t have very big boobs.”

And again, the feed combusted. $70, $90 and more. Jinsol bit her lip, holding in a proud chuckle. Luckily, she was graced with the impeccable talent of playing men. Like a fucking fiddle.

“You boys are too nice to me.” A quiver traveled down her legs. They were shapely and tanned, and exposed from the very short skirt.

“Because you’re all so nice,” she trailed her hand down to feel her panties. Soaked. “I promise to show you my new toy.” Standing up, she bared her lower half to the lens. “What do you think?” With a twirl, pleated fabric flowed around her. She wore a creamy white ensemble, with high socks and sneakers. Like a slutty tennis player hitting a ball on an expensive lot. “Skirt on or off?” The lacy underwear clung to her asscheeks, a slit folding in her crack. Blonde hair smoothed over her shoulder, the wave styled and conditioned with three hours worth of care. Her midriff was lean and defined, the sliver of skin teased above the band of her miniskirt.

She looked like an x-rated barbie doll — blonde, thin, and perfect inside the box. If a barbie could be fucked, Jinsol would be on the market.

Poonchaser donated $10 dollars: Slip your panties off, flick the skirt up, and show us your pussy!!

Jinsol gasped, slightly offended. “Ten dollars? I don’t accept requests from anything under fifty.” She smoothed the skirt over her ass, the hem sitting just below. It was the most modest look she could muster. “I guess I’ll just take a seat.”

Poonchaser donated $300 dollars!

Jackpot! “Oh my, three hundred? What will I ever do with all this cash?” With a sly smirk, she shimmied over to her bedside drawer. Bending over, ass backing up into the air, she slid open the drawer. “Maybe I’ll buy some new toys.” Her hand gripped the purple silicone. It was bigger than any real cock she’d ever seen. Nine inches, thick, smooth. And best of all, it vibrated. “Just like this one.” She sat back on the seat, dildo in hand. “Where should I put it?” 

The rubber wagged, the length touching her lips. “I want it in my mouth,” she purred, lips parting to kiss the head. Through the screen, she could see herself in playback, and fuck, the purple toy looked massive against her pretty little face.

“Oh, oh it’s so...” Her tongue circled the width, spit slick on the surface. “I’m not sure I can take it all.” Slurping the phallus, she began to bob her head, lips sucking and cheeks hollowing.

RichPa donated $100: Deep throat it! Suck it up slut!

Jinsol’s eyes glimmered, a jewel practically shining in her pupil. She loved when her fans spoke dirty to her. With confidence, she buried the dildo down her throat, the stick poking her palate. Perfect. Delight stirred in her chest, a boost in esteem lifting her spirit and making her cunt throb. Her gag reflex was as nonexistent as it’d always been. “Uggh, uhg.” Slobber drooled out of her mouth, spit drenching the shaft. With big eyes, she glanced at the camera, sucking the toy like the star she was.

DiamondGamer donated $110: The whore isn’t even worth our money, boys. She’d suck cock for free.

Out of all the messages she’d received, that was the most demeaning. Fuck. Fluid seeped out of her pussy hole. She was so fucking aroused. “Uh, wow.” The fake cock slipped out of her mouth, strings of spit webbing between the tip and her lips.

Despite its purple colour, it had a mushroom-like head, just like a real penis. “I wish I was sucking one of you off, instead.” Hand gripping her breast, she kneeled it in rough motions, nails clinging to fabric. “God, I’m so horny.” Her girly voice deepened into a smoky husk. She wasn’t performing anymore. The pound in her clit was very real. “I don’t even care what you look like. I’ll take all of you.”

$120, $130, $145

“Mmmnn!” Biting her lip, a strangled whine ripped from her chest, the sound like a lost cat. “I can’t wait any longer, boys,” she tugged on the hem of her shirt, the cotton pulling off her body. Jutting hipbones, tight waist, cleavage crease. It all bared to the horny viewer at home. “I need to f-fuck myself.”

She chucked the toy to the bed, before busying herself with her bra. It was a light pink, the cups only half covering the mounds. With a click, the fabric fell to the floor. “Oh, look at that,” she glanced down at her bare chest, pale nipples standing at attention, “my nipples are hard.” A long line of saliva spat from her mouth, the froth landing on the swollen bud. “Fuck.” Rubbing the spit into the throbbing nerve, Jinsol kept looking up, gaze flicking between her body and the lens. Each pull on the nub sent a jolt to her cunt. “I’m so sensitive, oh god, I-“ She pushed the mounds together, pert flesh brushing in a slight chafe. If she had once wish, it would be to have a dick between her tits. “Feels s-so good.” The friction was light, the tingle only subtle. But fondling her breasts on camera gave her the greatest surge of arousal.

“I-I think I need to play with myself now.” Rising from the chair, she jiggled out of her underwear, her thighs slapping from the bounce. The panties slipped to the floor. Pleated white fabric brushed against her skin, the skirt covering her hairless mound. She’d keep it on this time. The socks and sneakers would stay, too.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, she spread her legs and flipped up the pleat. Wide open and displaying her sopping pussy to the screen. “Look at how wet you’ve all made me.” Cool air twinged her wet slit, the tickle like a cheeky caress. Jinsol quivered. “I, I want to get wetter though,” she slid a finger through her folds, ooze slicking up to her knuckle. “Tell me how much of a dumb slut I am.”

$150: Such a dumb blonde. $175: Useless bimbo whore. Can’t even make money without giving away her overused cunt.

“Oh f-fuck,” Jinsol gasped, thighs shaking. She dipped inside her fluttering hole. The muscle clenched around her, moist warmth lathering her fingers. Curling, she applied pressure to her inner-wall, the bliss lifting her to the sky. “Oh-ooh.” Soft whimpers left her lips. A flush tinted her cheeks, face pink and lewd. “I need the-“ for a few strokes, she finger fucked herself, the spongy spot swelling against the push, “I need the... I need the toy!” Blood rushed to her cunt. Folds stiffened, swollen and parting to show off her red vulva. Her nether lips were puffy and soft like a marshmallow. For such a thin young woman, Jinsol sure had a thick pussy.

Leaning back on the bed, she reached for the dildo. “God, I’m so excited,” a naughty giggle left her lips, “I can’t wait to shove it up my hole.” The base was flared, where a button was teasing to be pushed. “I wonder what this does - oh my!” It jerked from side to side, purple flying through the air. A soft vibrating hum tremored through the plastic. The toy raced at the rate of a jackhammer. “Wow!” Jinsol stared, gawking, mouth agape.

The flail of the shaking toy was erratic, Jinsol could barely hold on. Slowly, she trailed it down her body, the pulse skidding across her skin in the decent. “Mnnh!” Her body tightened, sneakers up on her tippy toes. Temporarily, she switched off the vibration, angling the tool at her sodden hole. With a thrust, the phallus delved inside, filling up her twat. “Fuck,” she whimpered, eyes clamping shut. But only for a moment. Jinsol needed to watch her feed. “It feels so good, I’m... I’m dizzy.” Wasting no time, she flicked on the switch, stiff rubber hammering the spongy tissue.

White lights of pleasure danced across her vision, the sensation like a small orgasm. “Ah, ahh!” Her stomach undulated, millions of knots tying up her guts. The motor felt foreign inside her body, and yet, Jinsol never wanted to pull it out. It fucked her like it owned her. She gasped, walls stiff and aching from the harsh pound. Specks of wetness dribbled out, splashing the base. “I’m...” Fuck. It was too intense. If Jinsol didn’t cum soon she’d pass out. Her body throbbed. Her clit ached. The slightest touch on the rigid bud and Jinsol would surely combust.

BelleDelphineFan donated $160: Back your ass out and fuck yourself from behind. Also you’re a filthy tramp ;) ;)

“Mmph, y-yeah.” Panting, Jinsol flipped over, knees pressing into the base of the bed. She reached back and yanked the skirt up, firm ass spread and on display. The air caressed her clenched asshole. Tight and bleached. “How do you like the view?” Blonde hair fell over her shoulder, eyes glancing back at the screen. The purple toy twisted inside her cunt, the vibrations churning a deep well inside the pit of her stomach.

Jinsol was drenched. Sticky fluid seeped from her pussy, dripping like it wept. Her thighs were stained, dews of liquid streaking down and wetting the bedsheet. “Oooh.” With a girly moan, she pushed the dildo deeper inside, and oh god, it absolutely tore her apart. “Ah, shit!” Every tiny hair stood up on her back, bumps raising and setting her skin on edge. Her pussy was stuffed completely. Rim stretched so far that it rippled her taint.

Struggling to balance, she fell down to her elbows, the movement lifting her butt up higher. “I w-wish, ugh!” Tingling rippled through her chest, pert nipples brushing against the bedsheets. “Wish it was a real cock.” Fuck, it was true. Even thought the toy was huge, nothing compared to the warm sheath of raw meat. “I wish it was one of you, no, all of you... fucking me until I pass out.” She lodged the winding dildo up and down, before clenching her cunt and leaving it to work the magic on its own. After a light slap to her ass, the juicy cheeks slapping together, she slid her hand between her legs. Flicking her clit, she rubbed herself into a throbbing mess.

“Ugh, yes, fuck me!” Gooey wetness slicked her clit, the nerve hard and slippery. With hooded eyes, she gazed into the lens. “Yes, you.” The Jinsol experience was immersive. She wanted the viewers to feel like they were actually there, fucking her whorish hole senseless. “God.” Biting her lip, she dragged her finger in quick circles. “Hnn, y-yeah, uh!” Her hips rolled into her palm, the friction sparking a tingle to travel down her legs. The pulsing phallus squelched inside the soaked cunt. Wetness flung everywhere.

HungHorse donated $180: Disgusting whore. I’m unsubscribing.

Goosebumps trailed over her skin, the sensation like a spiritual awakening. Intense pleasure broke her. “Shit! I’m a disgusting whore!” She convulsed, violent quivers wrecking her frame. The toy fucked her through a long orgasm, the rubber pressing against her wall repeatedly. “Uh! Ah, fuck!” Finally, her gaze tore away from the screen, her eyes black with depraved delight. With shaky legs, she collapsed onto the bed, spent and covered in sweat. 

The churning motor rang through the room, the dildo still flapping inside her post-climaxed cunt. “I think I-“ Jinsol lifted her skinny arm, but it flopped heavy like an elephant’s trunk. She needed one of her lovely fans to help her. “Ow.” With jelly limbs, she clumsily pulled the fake cock out, a gush of white liquid oozing out of the hole. “I-I squirted.”

She rubbed her thighs together, creating a lather of wetness to smear on her skin. Blinking, she slowly lifted up, eyes glassy and askew. Blood rushed to her head, the throb making her hazy. “I, um.” It was almost as if she’d forgotten she was performing. The peak has ripped apart her conscious. “Look.” Standing in front of the monitor, she pulled up her skirt, displaying her cunt up close. It was pink, swollen, drenched. A line of shiny essence gathered at the slit. With a clench, her puffy lips clasped together, fluid dripping down the gap between her thighs. The pussy show was her favourite part of her streams. After orgasm, she’d always bare the aftermath to her loyal viewers. “I got fucked real good.”

—

“...and then I told him to stop messaging me.” Jungeun flipped her hair, smirking. She was just as blonde as Jinsol. Just as vain. Just as hot.

“I would’ve just blocked.” The automatic doors opened, blaring sunlight hitting their eyes. Not even thick false lashes could protect them from the sharp rays.

“You don’t get it,” Jungeun smacked her lips together, red matte applied perfectly. “I want him to crawl.”

“Right, sure babe.” The bags hanging from her elbow felt heavy. Makeup, clothes, shoes. The blonde duo had spent big. Sadly, her wallet was not as heavy.

“Don’t judge,” a chuckle fell from Jungeun’s lips. It sounded smug. Proud. “I keep telling you to try it.” The girl wore a tightly fitted black suit, with streamlined trousers and a tiny vest that bared her midriff. It looked both classy and sexy, and was probably worth thousands. A pang of jealousy struck Jinsol whenever she saw her look so good. She only allowed attractive company, but not when they were hotter than herself. And to make matters worse, Jungeun was beating her Instagram count by at least five thousand followers. Tragic.

“But they all seem so old and gross.” The sugar daddies that Jungeun kept were all grey, probably saggy, probably impotent. “I mean do I really want to suck some old flaccid dick just for a — oh my fucking god! Look at that.” Jinsol stood agape, eyes glittering in awe. The sexiest car she’d ever seen was parked on the curb, just sitting there like a tease to each passerby. It was a sports car, sleek and luxurious. Coloured in a pastel pink. A bold ornament stood on the hood. Holy shit. It was a Pink Ferrari.

“Oh my god,” Jungeun gasped, “we have to take pictures sitting on it.”

Jinsol took a step closer, heart racing as if she was about to take a vow. The windows were completely black, but she didn’t need to see inside to know it would’ve been fitted with the smoothest leather. “Jungeun, how much is it worth?”

“Like, hundreds of thousands.”

“Oh wow. That’s a lot of...” Jinsol touched the car, fingers gliding along the pink, “...money.” She was utterly transfixed, dollar signs in her eyes. The Ferrari had her name on it — her sugar daddy would make it so. “So... how do I sign up again?” She turned to her friend, cheeky grin planted on her face.

“Make a profile, post hot pics, that’s it. It’s like a dating website.”

Jinsol nodded, tongue dragging to lick along her lip. The taste of wealth already tipped her tastebuds. “I’m gonna do it. Fuck it, I’m gonna do it!”

Jungeun clapped, cheeks puffy with excitement. “You’ll like it. All the money you could possibly imagine.”

“Mmmm," Jinsol hummed. God, the anticipation was turning her on. Leaning against the car, she swung her lean legs to sit atop the hood. “Take my bags, I need this picture for my feed.” Arm stretched out, the designer goodies were taken off her, hands now free to pose.

“You look so fucking good, I swear.” Jungeun angled the camera phone, snapping her from every angle. Unlike her black suit-clad friend, Jinsol wore a skimpy pink outfit, as if the outfit was made to match the car. 

“Show me.” Within the timespan of minutes, close to a hundred photos had already been taken. To an outside observer, the images might’ve looked identical. But not to Jinsol. She would analyse them under a microscope before posting just a couple. “I like this one.” It was a nearly flawless picture. Sun rays lightly cast on he face, creating a shimmer on her tan. Her hair looked silky and thick. And her body? Long legs, narrow waist, cute breasts. Fuck, her body looked like she’d never missed a day at the gym. Zooming in on her face, she handed the phone back to Jungeon. “What do you think?”

“Post it.” Jungeun shot her a knowing look. “Your sugar daddy will love it.”

—

Jinsol dressed for the occasion. Denim shorts, the frays lining her toned thigh. A black mesh shirt, revealing a neon pink bra and narrow waist beneath. Smooth blonde hair tied into two pigtails, pulled high and flowing long past her shoulder. She knocked on the door, but her long, acrylic nails made it difficult to clench a fist. The house was large and modern, with an angular roof and finely trimmed shrubs lining the garden. A shiny Mercedes was parked in the driveway, black with gold wheels. Not quite as hot as the Pink Ferrari, but still fucking sexy nonetheless.

A minute passed before she heard footsteps approach, the sound dainty and graceful. Jinsol had no clue what to expect. She didn’t know the man’s age, appearance, nor career. All she knew was he had the username Daddy Yves, and was very rich. He’d slid an easy two thousand into her account just to send the first message. The rest, he said, would follow after they met.

“Hi, how are you?” A pretty young woman appeared in the door, her skin pristine in the afternoon sun. She had rounded lips, a small nose, and cheekbones that stood high and refined. Dark, choppy hair framed her face, locks flitting from the subtle wind. It was a rather soft face, but with striking eyes that told of resilience.

“Uhm, hello.” Jinsol lingered, heart stirring to a heavy throb. Her fingers brushed over her arm in aimless strokes. Why would the wife be here?

“Come in...” With a gentle hand, the woman welcomed her inside. She wore a structured white dress, with a gold belt around the middle. Gucci.

Jinsol’s eyes widened. The interior was ornate and lavish. Bold structures lined the walls; bookshelves, cabinets, works of art. A subtle floral scent drifted through the air. “Gorgeous home,” she uttered, feet taking in the environment with slow strides. Lounges, long and leather, sat between a patterned rug.

“Please, take a seat.” The woman smiled, the beam warm and tipping her gaze. “Would you like a drink? Wine, perhaps?”

Jinsol shifted, discomfort spiking her veins. Having small-talk with her Daddy’s wife was not what she signed up for. “I guess so...” she mumbled, taking a moment to stare at the arched doorway that connected the living room to the kitchen. The architecture was absolutely divine. “Wine would be nice.” Slowly, she lowered to the couch, biting back her hesitance. Crossing her legs, she spared the woman a small grin. The cash would make the awkward slog worth it.

“Of course, be right back.” The woman had long eyelashes that fluttered against her cheek as she... winked. What the fuck? Jinsol simply nodded, mind fuzzy as she struggled to make sense of the situation.

As soon as she was out of sight, Jinsol shimmied her phone out of her pocket. The edge of her nail tapped frantically on the screen.

[To Jungeun: WTF!? I’m at the house but his wife is here? And she wants to talk? And drink wine? Pls help ASAP.]

The phone vibrated with a message a few seconds later.

[Maybe it’s a threesome situation? Don’t worry, they always pay more.]

Jinsol scoffed, face cracked in disbelief. She’d experimented with a woman before — Jungeun in fact. They were drunk and horny and both on the cusp of breakups. Afterwards, they broke into a fit of giggles, vowing to never repeat their tryst again.

[I don’t care how much it pays, eating pussy isn’t-]

But before she had a chance to finish the message, the mysterious woman was back, holding two glasses of red. She had pale hands, fingers long and elegant around the stem. Weird. No wedding ring.

“Oh! Thanks,” Jinsol said, taking the drink with a half-assed chuckle. Averting the woman’s gaze, her eyes fixed on the floor. She took a long gulp of alcohol. The liquid melted on her tongue and trickled down her throat. It was the smoothest wine she’d ever tasted.

“So... Jinsol.” Jinsol. Fuck, she knew her name. A threesome was imminent. “What is it that you do?” The woman sat next to her, posture straight and clothes neat. She smelt rich; notes of pine and spice. Heat spread up Jinsol’s back. The scent drifted past her nose and thawed her from the inside out.

“I steam videos online, with content, uh...” Jinsol took a swig of wine, this time the liquid sharp and pricking her tongue, “entertainment content.”

“Oh... that sounds like fun.” A smirk pulled at her lips, eyes bright. It was obvious she knew what the girl meant.

“Yeah.” Her gaze fell on the woman’s mouth; pink and supple, outlining the rim of the glass. Curiosity bit at Jinsol’s sides. God. “Maybe you should tune in to my next show.” Perhaps it was a reckless offer. But money didn’t discriminate.

“I’d love to.” She was softly spoken, her tone dulcet. Each word caressed Jinsol’s ear. “When’s your next...” the woman’s body skimmed across the seat, their thighs brushing, “performance?”

“Tomorrow night,” Jinsol blurted, blood now pounding. The hairs on her leg stood up, shivering from where their skin met. This was getting weird. “What’s your name? Where is...” her pitch perked up, “Daddy Yves?”

A rasped chuckle from the woman, the sound hot and heavy in the pristine room. Whatever game she was playing, Jinsol was losing. She didn’t even know the rules. “It’s Sooyoung.”

“Hi, Sooyoung,” Jinsol murmured, eyes flicking between her features. She noticed the woman swallow, neck sloping with a soft bump.

“And, well...” Sooyoung shifted on the cushion, as if suddenly uncomfortable. Taking a quick sip, she placed the wine on the wooden table. Only a speck of red remained. “I’m Daddy Yves. It’s me.”

Immediately, Jinsol pounced to the opposite end of the couch. Her mouth hung agape, gaze pulled in shock. “No, no thanks.” This wasn’t fair. The woman should’ve been upfront about this. “This isn’t going to work.” Chugging her drink, Jinsol placed down the empty glass, and stood up for the door. Her hand wrapped around the gold handle, ready to turn and leave. “Yeah... sorry. I’ll give you back the money you’ve already given me.” Maybe.

“Wait, Jinsol...” Fuck. Sooyoung took her hand, stopping the girl in her tracks. Supple skin touched her palm, like the drift of silk. “At least tell me why?”

“Look,” Jinsol sighed, pinching her nose and praying she could rewind her life by an hour. “You’re pretty, but... yeah, no. I don’t do pussy, sorry.”

And then the woman laughed again, this time bright and contagious. A tiny giggle tickled at Jinsol’s chest. It was a pretty ridiculous statement, she’d admit. “Oh, why didn’t you say so?” Sooyoung’s hand traveled up the girl’s arm, fingers lightly dancing over her elbow. “I don’t have a pussy, darling.”

Butterflies broke out in Jinsol’s stomach. “I...I don’t,” she stammered, limbs melting into the woman’s gentle grasp. “I don’t do strap-ons either.”

“Listen to me...” Pressing her shoulders to the door, Sooyoung pinned the girl, frame slapping to wood with a dull thud. Something in the air pulled tight, tension probing her heart. Brows tipped to hood the woman’s gaze, eyes dark and sharp. Jinsol stirred. “I... have a penis.”

“Um...” A shiver cut up the girl’s spine and almost snapped her brain in half. Alarm bells rang in her head, red flags blinded her vision. The woman was lying, obviously. And yet... “H-How big is it?”

“Intrigued, are you?” Sooyoung leaned closer, breath now lingering across Jinsol’s skin. The close proximity sent an acute throb to her clit. Fuck it. Yes, she was intrigued.

“Y-Yeah...” Jinsol breathed, mouth tingling. Licking her lips, she eased into the woman’s body, yielding to her firm hand.

Sooyoung smiled, teeth perfect and white. “Big enough to make you cry.”

“Oh.” Jinsol doubted that very much. “Can I see it, then?”

Gently, Sooyoung stroked a hand down the girl’s abdomen, a smirk lingering. “Obviously. That’s what I’m paying you for, isn’t it?”

Oh fuck, oh fuck. The woman made her feel like a prostitute. Squirming, she rubbed her thighs together, a slick of liquid lining her underwear. “Uh, w-what did you just say?” Her pussy was desperate to hear it again.

“I’m paying you a lot of money...” Sooyoung husked, trailing her fingers down to the hem of Jinsol’s shorts, “...to get my dick wet.”

Yes! This was more Jinsol’s pace. Sipping wine and swapping pleasantries was for boring people. Vanilla people. The only thing vanilla about Jinsol was her perfume. “I-If you’re serious about having a-a dick...” she began, all respect for herself lost. Not that she had much to begin with. “I promise t-to, ugh!” Heat blushed her skin, pleasure clawed through her veins. Sooyoung dipped her hand lower. Slipping below the waistband, she teased a finger along her soaked panties. Jinsol’s cunt twitched, folds rigid and poking the cotton. “I promise to keep your dick wet... for as long as you pay me.”

The air was electric. Jinsol could practically see the sparks. Her no women rule? Yeah, that disappeared. Anyway, it was only there because Jungeun was a bad lay. “And what if I don’t pay you?” Sooyoung purred, pushing the girl’s waist to the door. The carve of the wood pressed against her ass. “Will you still screw me?”

What a cruel statement. “Fuck no!” she blurted, shoving the woman away. Sooyoung stumbled, an annoying grin plastered on her face. “I’m here because you’re paying me, no other reason. Don’t forget that.” With bated breath, Jinsol straightened her posture. Adrenaline rushed through her system. “And actually? You should be giving me more. Where’s my welcome gift?”

Sooyoung burst into laughter. “What did you expect? A Pink Ferrari?”

Holy fuck. The woman was a mind reader. “Wow,” Jinsol gasped, “yes, how did you know?”

“You... can’t be serious.” Her cackle dwindled to a scoff.

“I’m deadly serious.” Jinsol’s eyes lit up. “God, I want one so bad.”

“You’re quite the gold digger aren’t you?” Sooyoung asked, as if she hadn’t met the girl on a fucking sugar daddy website.

“Really? What gave you that impression?” Jinsol mocked. When had she become so witty and self-aware?

“Even if I met you on the street, I’d be able to pick it.” Eyes dark, Sooyoung approached the girl in slow, deliberate steps. “The blonde pigtails, the thick makeup... the tiny shorts that ride up your crack.” Jinsol trembled, cream oozing out of her hole and sticking to her panties. “You’re just a dumb bimbo. No talents. The only way you can make money is by sucking cock.”

Mmm. That pushed all the right buttons. “Fuck...” Whimpering, Jinsol melted, yielding to the woman’s command. With a hooded gaze, she stared at her lips. Plump and pretty and rich. Every cell in Sooyoung’s body was rich. She was probably born on a golden bed. “Daddy,” she whispered, head dipping to linger near her mouth. They breathed each other, chests heaving in unison.

“What?” Sooyoung husked. And then — like a swan on water — she trailed her hand over Jinsol’s jaw. Ahh. The woman’s touch felt so soft and warm, gentle fingers caressing the skin. Nothing could prepare Jinsol for this. She was so used to the rough hands of men; kneading and scraping and pulling her down. Not Sooyoung. She was featherlight.

“Daddy,” the girl repeated, a warm blush crawling up her neck. “P-Pl...” A beg sat on her tongue, teasing her. Tantalizing her. “Hnnnm,” she whined, squirming against the door. Sooyoung’s fingertips tickled her skin. Goosebumps rose beneath. “Please give me a...”

“A bag? A car? A Chanel dress?” Sooyoung goaded, cupping the girl’s face. Her thumb traced a line across her cheekbone.

Their eyes locked, pupils blown and lashes thick. “Please give me a kiss.”

An inch closer, the proximity driving the girl wild. She watched as Sooyoung’s lips parted. Jinsol parted her own. Softly, their eyes shut. “Mmm.” 

And then they kissed. 

Sooyoung captured Jinsol’s mouth, flesh locking and pressing in a wet suction. It wasn’t a soft kiss, it was fucking raw. The woman made out with her as if she’d been waiting years for this moment. As if she had been waiting for Jinsol to fall right into her lap. Suckling, Sooyoung latched onto the girl’s bottom lip, teeth gently grazing the flesh. Jinsol groaned, the sound guttural. Carnal.

“Mmph!” They kissed from every angle. Noses bumped, heads tilting as they gasped for air. Lips smacked with a subtle pop. Jinsol churned, fire welling deep in her gut. With a moan, she slid her tongue inside, rolling and probing with curiosity. Their tongues twisted, sinewy and wet. Enmeshed as if one muscle.

Jinsol drifted her fingers through dark hair, marveling at the softness. Desperately, she leaned in, kissing her harder. She wanted to taste every inch of her. Fuck, she was sweet. Was it the diet of delicacies that made her so? Flicking her tongue, she fucked Sooyoung’s mouth, lapping the saliva like a treat. Their breathy moans crashed around them, erotic and frantic and blending with the slick of their lips.

“God...” Sooyoung gasped, pressing their foreheads together. Gloss smeared her lips, smudging out of the lines. A light sheen on sweat beaded her neck, trickling down the skin and below the collar. Surely dampening the designer dress. “Jinsol...” Catching her breath, the woman grabbed her hand, tightly weaving their fingers together. “I’m stirring.”

“M-Me too,” Jinsol whispered, heart throbbing as if it was a confession. “Hurry,” she began, pressing her groin to the woman’s thigh. “Take me to your bedroom.”

The world sped up. In a snap, Sooyoung pulled her by the hand, and dragged her up a marble staircase. Their frantic feet clanged on the steps. Jinsol fluttered with excitement, the rush pounding through her head.

“In here.” Sooyoung guided the girl inside. “Start stripping.”

Jinsol startled, eyes scanning the room. The bed was grand with wooden posts, embroidered pillows sitting atop the quilt. To the side was an antique vanity mirror, where cases of jewelry spread along the desk. An elaborate chandelier hung from the ceiling, tiered and adorned with... diamonds. “How did you make your money?” she asked, amazed at the sheer regality of the place.

“Inheritance.” Sooyoung shut the door, and caught Jinsol’s gaze. Silence brewed. The girl waited for an elaboration, but it didn’t come.

Whatever.

She slid off her shoes, the carpet lush beneath her toes. Biting her lip, Jinsol pulled off her mesh shirt, skin shivering under the woman’s stare. “Daddy?” She reached behind to clip off her bra, the cotton falling to the floor. Her nipples stiffened, swelling with blood and poking the air. “Aren’t you going to strip, too?”

“Of course.” Slowly, Sooyoung slid out of her dress, the fabric and belt bunching. A bulge tented her panties. Holy fuck. The woman was telling the truth — she was packing. Her dick print was wide and defined, the groove of her mushroom head ridging the cotton.

“Wow...” Transfixed, Jinsol paced to her crotch,  mouth watering and eyes bright. “You weren’t lying.” She palmed the girth, and felt it twitch beneath the fabric. Warmth traveled up her arm. “I want to suck it,” she said, lewd and blunt. Fluttering her lashes, she gazed up at the woman, a smirk painting her lips. “Please, Daddy. Please fuck my throat.”

“So polite.” Sooyoung gripped the back of Jinsol’s head, tugging on her hair. The girl’s mouth hung open. “Do you always ask so nicely?”

“Ughhh,” Jinsol moaned, cupping the bump in the woman’s underwear. “Nngh, please...”

“God.” With a husk, Sooyoung let go of her grasp. Blonde hair tousled, pigtails wonky. “Go on then.”

Sinking to the ground, Jinsol kneeled at the woman’s feet, coming face to face with the meaty package. She slid a finger under the hem, and slowly, pulled down the cotton. Blood quickened through her veins, pumping with a thrill. The reveal was always Jinsol’s favorite part. “Let’s see how big you really are,” she purred. Inches of cock sprang out of the underwear, jerking into the air and nearly poking the girl in the eye. The musk of sex permeated, sweaty and sweet. “Fuck.” Sooyoung was hung, shaft thick, head bulbous. A juicy slick of precum leaked from the tip.

“It’s huge,” Jinsol gasped, shimmying the panties down the woman’s legs. Heavy balls bounced out, swaying between the gap of her thighs. A purple vein lined the underside, protruding beneath the rigid skin. Licking her lips, the girl leaned forward, and inhaled the tangy scent. “It’s even bigger than my toys,” she chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to the head. It teetered, as if to kiss her back.

“Mmnn.” Sooyoung bucked her hip, tip nudging Jinsol’s mouth. Wrapping a hand around the base, the girl angled it upright, and parted her lips. “God. Yes.” Groaning, the woman slowly impaled her mouth, appendage slipping along her tongue. Fuck, Jinsol loved the taste of cock, so fleshy and raw. She stroked the shaft, feeling the dick pulse in her palm. Hollowing her cheeks, she suckled on the meat, smothering it with spit and claiming it as her own.

“Urghh!” The pole hit the back of her throat, making her neck lump. She didn’t gag though, of course. Bobbing her head, she took the length in long strides, taking it to the tip before gobbling down to the base. She devoured her dick like a meal. An exquisite meal that only the luckiest sluts got to taste.

“Jesus, you’re so hot,” Sooyoung rasped. She gripped both of Jinsol’s pigtails, and with a slam, shoved her cock down her mouth. Rutting, she nailed the girl’s face, scrotum slapping her chin. Jinsol quivered, eyes stinging with tears. The tug on her hair hurt, pain shooting through her temple. Her mouth was pulled wide, stretched at the seams to accommodate the monstrosity impaling her face. “Uh! Unff!” The rod fucked her throat, repeatedly hitting the palate with harsh thrusts. Jinsol had been wrong — Sooyoung wasn’t soft, nor was she rough like a man. She was much worse. And it brought Jinsol to life.

With doe eyes, she gazed up at her new Daddy. The woman discarded her bra, perky tits falling out. Stuff nubs pointed atop tanned areolas. “Uhh, fuck.” She rolled her nipple, the nerve peaked between her fingertips. A pink blush crept up her skin, tinting her taut abdomen and spreading to her chest. Breasts jiggled in time with each plow. Jinsol throbbed at the sight. 

“Mmm.” Pressing her lips, she tightened a suction, the meat trapped in her mouth like a vacuum. She slurped Sooyoung’s penis, length pressing the depths of her throat. Swirling her tongue, she latched onto the shaft. She felt it pulse — oh shit, Sooyoung was close.

“Fuck! Shit!” The woman pulled at Jinsol’s hair, almost yanking it out of the root. Strands covered her face, drifting down her nose and touching her cock-stuffed lips. Reaching behind, Jinsol grabbed her phone out of her back pocket. With glassy eyes, she held it up, and switched to camera mode. Through the screen she could see herself, and fuck, she looked messy. Black mascara streaked her skin, smearing with her tears. Her hair was disheveled, fringe flying across her forehead, pigtails slipping out half-way. Gloss painted her cheek, wiped off from her swollen lips. And the best part — her face was split open by veiny, throbbing, cockmeat. Perfect photo opportunity.

“W-What are y-you doing?” Sooyoung panted, prick slowing to a shallow prod. With a tap, Jinsol captured a photo, and then about twenty more in rapid bursts. “What the fuck?” Abruptly, the woman pulled out, leaving Jinsol’s hungry mouth empty and alone.

Wiping her lips, the girl grinned. “I needed it for my collection.” Sooyoung’s cock wobbled in the air, head swollen and angry. The shaft was red, vascular, and coated with Jinsol’s frothy spit. “Cream on my face. Those pictures are my favorite.” Gripping the base, she gave the rod a few tugs.

“Ugh.” Sooyoung held her face, palms pressing into her cheekbones. “Attention whore,” she snarled, snapping her cock back into the wet hole. Spearing Jinsol’s mouth, she picked up a brutal pace, fucking her throat as if she was nothing.

“Hmmph!” Jinsol’s nose pressed to the woman’s abdomen. Spit dribbled out of her lips, slinking down her chin. The girth plunged her mouth, the slide rapid and deep. Barely breathing, she slobbered, choking on the meat crammed inside. Holy hell, that was a first. Jinsol needed to up her game. Tilting her head, she eased her throat, muscles parting to welcome the cock. It nudged her larynx, it ribbed her tongue. Mouth filled, Jinsol swallowed, taking the beads of precum into her stomach and almost taking the dick with it.

“Fuck!” Tugging on her pigtails, Sooyoung slipped out. “On the bed.” With a firm hand, she lifted the girl up and threw her face down.

“Where’s my facial?” Jinsol pouted. She really did want that money shot.

“You’re not getting it.” Sooyoung ripped off her shorts, exposing her ass to the air. Jinsol trembled, prickling covering her skin. The denim dropped to the floor, along with her flimsy g-string. Luckily, she still had her phone in her hand.

“Not fair,” Jinsol whined, flicking her head back to stare at the woman. Knees pressing into the soft mattress, she parted her legs, wet cunt waiting to be sealed.

“Bad girl...” Sooyoung growled, striking her hand against the girl’s ass.

“Ah!” she yelped, a slick of essence dribbling down her thigh. “I’m n-not a bad girl.”

“What are you then?” Jinsol felt warm hands press down on her back, pining her abdomen to the bed. She collapsed under the weight.

“Hnnghh.” Her pussy muscles fluttered. Sooyoung breached the sopping hole, hot meat circling the ring. Jinsol’s tongue hung loose. She was gagging to be speared. “I’m a- I’m a... uh!” The cock tickled her core from behind, splitting open her folds with a languid slide. Jinsol’s breath hitched. “I’m a useless slut!”

Sooyoung chuckled. “What if I don’t want to demean you?” Another spank, this time her hand sending a painful jolt through Jinsol’s frame. She hoisted the girl’s hips up, and continued her assault, loud smacks pounding through the room. Jinsol’s legs shook, knees unsteady on the bed. Ass battered, her skin throbbed, welting from the striking palm. 

“Y-You knew what you were getting into when you... bought me.” It was stated in bold on her profile — call me dirty names.

“True...” Rigid heat penetrated her entrance, stretching open her walls and pushing against swollen tissue. Slowly, the woman inched herself inside, plugging Jinsol’s cunt to the brim. The girl splintered, mind-numbing pleasure quaking through her limbs. “Ugh,” Sooyoung groaned, the sound raw and guttural. She sounded more like a primal beast than a woman. “B-But what if I want to praise you? Tell you h-how beautiful you are?”

Wait. Beautiful? What was she, her wife?

Jinsol’s pussy was on fire, but her mind was quickly losing interest. “Uhmm...” Gripping her hips, Sooyoung fucked her cunt, their red flesh enmeshed. “S-Sure I guess,” Jinsol said, propping her elbows up on the pillow. She grabbed her phone, and as her hole was ravaged, started to browse through her feed.

“You’re so beautiful,” Sooyoung began, the mood shifting to a dripping sweetness. Jinsol cringed. How was she snarling one second, and then praising her the next? “Your pussy feels amazing.” Dick buried inside, the woman pressed against her cervix, before sliding out with a squelch. Their joining was sloppy, wet arousal squishing between them. Sooyoung hammered her, ballsack slapping against her ass.

“Yes! Yes, yes, yes!” Jinsol cried, loud and porny. Her body propelled forward, undulating from the hard sheath. Thumb on the screen, she glared at the number on her latest photo: 1903 likes. She hit refresh. 1903 likes. Damn it. “Oh y-yeah! Fuck me Daddy! Fuck that pussy real good!” Moaning, she acted the part, while her eyes remained fixed on the feed.

“Jinsol, ugh, fuck.” Air tickled Jinsol’s asscrack. Sooyoung spread the cheeks apart, and fucked her cunt in downward thrusts. Their skin slapped, dull pats slicking with sweat.

“I’m gonna cum!” Jinsol whined, back dipping. She wasn’t. But she needed to get home to take a new picture for her feed. Scrolling down, she found Jungeun. Her best friend. Her fellow vain slut. 4790 likes. That bitch! “Ah! Cumming!”

But just when Jinsol was about to perform her finale, Sooyoung was out, leaving her pussy hole gaped. “Stop looking at your phone.” With a slap, she knocked Jinsol’s phone out of her hand, the device falling to the floor. “And don’t fake your orgasm.”

“W-What?” Flipped over, Jinsol was pushed onto her back. She blinked, surprised that the woman had caught on to her ruse. “I wasn’t...” Hnngh fuck. Heat shot to her cunt. Excitement burst in her chest. Sooyoung ripped her mesh shirt, taking a strand and tying the girl’s hands to the bed post. Her engorged cock stood up, drenched in essence and bobbing to the ceiling. Gone was the sweetness. She looked at Jinsol like she utterly hated her. The girl could see her jaw clench, tendons squared and tight.

She prayed for a savage beating.

“Never do that again.” Sooyoung tugged on the bind, crossing Jinsol’s hands together in a lock. Her gaze was stern, brows narrowed and eyes black. “Your climax will be genuine with me. Don’t waste my time by putting up a pretense.” A fiery red tipped the woman’s cheeks. “Do you understand? Or do I need to speak slower?”

Jinsol writhed, wrists banging against the post. “Hnn, I-I don’t understand. Speak slower, u-use simple words.” Wetness oozed out of her cunt, smothering her swollen folds and staining the bed.

“Dumb bitch,” Sooyoung muttered, pressing down on Jinsol’s knees. Her legs split wide open, pussy lips stretched to expose her fluttering hole. “Do not...” she drawled, “fake... your... orgasm.”

A quiver snailed up Jinsol’s back. She squirmed, pressure building deep in her core. “More simpler!” she spluttered, eyes askew in a delirious bliss.

“Jesus...” Sooyoung breached her cunt, meat warm and stiff. With a jerk, she skewered her body, girth sliding deep. Pumping, the woman picked up a rough pace, groin mashing against Jinsol’s protruding clit. “I want to see your pussy twitching and juice squirting out.”

“Oh!” Jinsol lulled her head back, bliss traveling up her chest. “I think I-I get it, now.” With hooded eyes, she stared at the woman on top. Forcefully, the huge cock delved into her, breaking her body in two. Absolutely destroying her twat. Pleasure and pain twinged in her groin, walls clenching, almost cowering, at the rough intrusion. “Uh! Fuck!”

Sooyoung flattened her knees to the bed, the angle causing her length to prod that spongy spot. Tingling spread through her limbs. God. She was wiggled her wrists, but her body was motionless. Anchored to the mattress, Jinsol’s breath caught, the thrill of Sooyoung’s cock flooding her conscious. “Jinsol, do you, ah,” the woman moaned, eyes clenched shut. Leaning her hands by the girl’s face, she pressed down, their groins grinding. Tits grazed, sensitive nubs poking in a dock. The length of their bodies squished, slicked with heat and rocking with lust. “Do even know how to count?” Beads of sweat slipped down her nose and dripped on Jinsol’s face. She swiped her tongue and tasted the salty dew.

“Only to twenty, a-and then I get l-lost.” Her clit tensed, aching for a release. Bodies fused, the girl watched as Sooyoung’s svelte figure slammed into her. Such a elegant woman, with lean limbs and pearly skin. And such a ravenous cock. The stick ruined her, ramming the hole and loosening the membrane. Her pussy muscles flexed to the width, stretching beyond limit. No toy could compare to this.

“I bet you can count when it’s money, right?” Sooyoung growled, swiping a hand between the girl’s folds. “Gold digging whore.”

Jinsol nodded, mind barely coherent. “Mnnn, m-money.” Pressure pooled in her groin, pussy juice aching to release. The peak was close. She could taste it. Sooyoung rubbed her clit in tight, rough circles. Sparks quivered up her body like the lick of a flame. “Fuck!” Jinsol convulsed, cunt clenching to the rod. Abdomen twitching, her body rolled, head lifting off the bed. “Daddy!” Fluid gushed out of her twat, slicking the shoving meat. Her orgasm ripped from her core, up her chest, and snapped at her brain. The ceiling cracked open, harsh light crashing across her face. “Daddy, s-so good. Hnnng,” she babbled, tongue swirling around her mouth. Clit pulsing, bliss pumped through her veins, tingling every inch of her defiled frame.

Their eyes met, deep and unrestrained. They were fucking in the wild. “Oh my God, that was... fuck, I’m close, too.” Jinsol felt the woman’s penis throb, raging length ramming her twat. Balls thudded against her asscheeks, breaths shallowed to a bated heave.

“Wait! Not inside!” Panicked, Jinsol tried to flail her legs, but struggled under the woman’s weight.

“Ugh!” Abruptly, Sooyoung withdrew her prick, and with a fap, creamed white across Jinsol’s torso. Gooey cum painted her, dollops sticky on her clammy skin. “Jinsol...” she whispered, milking her meat in a languid slide. Pussy juice covered her shaft, the liquid squelching in her palm. Sperm split from the tip, jerking in ropes that hit the girl’s chest and face.

“Yum,” Jinsol giggled, darting her tongue out to catch the scrumptious seed. Tangy and tart. Sighing, she enjoyed her dessert, relieved it didn’t go in her pussy, instead.

“Damn, that was intense.” With a wiggle, Sooyoung’s cock dribbled out the last bit of cum. “Why did y-you,” she paused, finding her breath, “not want me to cum inside?” Untying the bind, Sooyoung freed the girl, her tired arms collapsing.

“I’m not on the pill.” Her head felt heavy, as if it could break through the bed. Body of pulp and flesh. Maybe some bones. Sooyoung had crippled her. She’d never been fucked on such a rollercoaster. Dizzy, she glanced up, lashes flickering across her vision. “I-Is that a problem?”

“No, just curious.” Sooyoung offered a warm smile. Her pink cock softened, sitting snug atop her ballsack. Even flaccid, it was still huge, hanging low between her legs. “Would you like a shower?”

Sliding a finger across her chest, Jinsol gathered a lather of white cream. “I need it,” she chuckled, voice hoarse. She reached down between her legs, thighs still sprawled apart. Gently, she touched her sore womanhood, folds and clit inflamed. “You ruined me.”

“Consider it my way of spoiling you...” Sooyoung grabbed a dressing gown and wrapped it around her frame. It was purple with a gold pattern. “Now nobody else will want you.”

If Jinsol wasn’t so spent she’d be shuddering from her second peak. “Fuck, that’s so hot.”

“You won’t want anybody else,” Sooyoung said, serious and quiet. Eyes set, she tread to the side of the bed, and placed her hand on the girl’s arm. Lightly, she stroked her fingers across the skin. “I’ll give you everything.” Jinsol wanted to pull her gaze away, but she couldn’t. The woman chained her just with a look. “I’ll even let you borrow my clothes.”

Shivering, Jinsol sat up, air hitting her cum-dried skin. Monogamy paid extra. “I’ll have that shower now.”

/

Class Cupid

The bus pulled at the curb, wheels screeching on the road. A puff of smoke wafted from the exhaust. With a creak, the door opened, and students scrambled to get inside. 

But Jennie lingered, hand grasped to the strap on her shoulder.

“Aren’t you coming?” Rosie asked, perplexed. Wind flitted through her blonde hair. 

They both wore school uniforms in their own uniform way. Tie loosened to the third button, the split in their white shirt revealing a glance of skin. Pleated skirt, shortened to expose a few extra inches of legs. And socks, pulled high to make up for the modesty lost to their thighs.

“Uhm...” Jennie tried to think of an excuse, but nothing came. “No, I might stay back.”

“Why?”

Jennie swallowed, a warm blush tinting her cheeks. “I, ah... need to...I have detention!” she lied, words blurted.

“Huh?”

“I gotta go, bye!” And with a quick wave, Jennie turned on her heel and rushed back into the school hall.

The building was empty of students, with only janitors cleaning the floor, and a few teachers taking their leave. 

Jennie didn’t particularly like school, she found it tiring and dull. But she did like one thing — her social studies teacher, Miss Bae. 

The woman lived in her mind, where she’d permanently stay until Jennie would see her for an hour every weekday. Jennie looked forward to those classes — sitting with her chin in her hands as she tried to catch the woman’s eye. And most times, their eyes would meet, intermittent yet clear, until the bell rang and Jennie tore her gaze away.

Standing outside the classroom, she trembled, with half a mind to turn back. But she persisted, and swallowed her fear. I’m bold, I’m bold, I’m bold.

Heart racing, she touched the doorknob, the metal cold in her palm. Time crawled as she walked inside, as if the world tilted in slow motion. Orange rays of sun drifted through the window, highlighting the structure of her teacher’s side profile. Jennie’s stomach flipped.

“Miss B-Bae?” she whispered, taking hesitant steps inside the room. Desks lined in order, positioned in even rows and columns, where two students would sit per table. The walls were blank, other than a round clock that ticked in the silence.

She locked the door behind her.

“Oh, Jennie...” Miss Bae looked up, black eyes piercing through the girl, “what are you doing here?”

Stacks of papers piled high on the desk, red X’s scribbled over the words. “Are you marking the exam?”

“Yes,” she replied, before straightening in her chair. Her pale neck elongated, now exposed to the light. Specks of dust danced in the glow.

Jennie nodded. “How did I do? Have you marked mine?”

The woman offered a small smile. “I can’t tell you that.”

“Miss Bae,” Jennie began, shifting her bag to the floor. “I graduate soon, and I just... I came to see you because I’m worried about my grades.”

The mood shifted, turning somber and serious. Miss Bae stood, reaching over her desk to grab a pile. With a gentle hand — lean, elegant fingers flipping through paper — she pulled out Jennie’s test. “Promise you won’t tell your friends,” the woman whispered, a flicker of worry present on her face.

“I promise,” Jennie said, excitement fluttering in her chest. Keeping a secret with Miss Bae, no matter how small, invigorated her.

“You didn’t do too well, only barely passed.” The woman’s lips pulled into a thin line.

“Oh...” Jennie’s eyebrows creased, mouth jutting with a sulk.

“But that’s okay,” Miss Bae sat back down, her frame small in the large leather chair, “you have a chance to redeem yourself in the finals.”

Nodding, Jennie took another step closer, her hip bumping into the edge of the table. Her heart was pounding in her neck now. “Did you know it was my birthday last week? I’m nineteen now.”

“No I didn’t,” Miss Bae smiled, warmth coloring her expression. “Happy Birthday.”

“Thank you.” Jennie swooned, melting underneath the woman’s eyes. Thick eyelashes covered the girl’s vision, gaze hooding. “Do you know what that means?”

Irene coughed. “It means you’re an adult.”

“Y-Yeah,” Jennie breathed, hand playing with the plaid tie around her neck.

“Well...” Irene shifted in her chair, voice falling heavy in the air. 

“And...” Jennie’s pleated skirt ruffled around the desk, and she rounded to reach Irene’s side. They were still many inches apart, yet Jennie could almost feel the woman’s breath. “…And I’m graduating soon, so that means I won’t be your student...” 

“Jennie,” Miss Bae said, voice stern. “Unless you want me to help you with your work, I think you should go.” 

Jennie’s chest tightened, like the sharp pain of rejection. “Well, I do want you to help... help me, please.” The teacher wore a fitted suit, with a neat white shirt and a tailored jacket. She always looked so classy and smart. “You look nice,” Jennie confessed, and felt the room turn a shade darker.

“Thanks,” Irene rolled back in her chair, creating some distance between them. “Get your workbook out then, and I’ll help you through whatever you’re struggling with.”

Jennie bit her lip, body heating up with thrill. “Irene,” she breathed, drawing nearer to the woman. Uttering her name was the first step over the line.

“Jennie, you can’t call me-” but the woman was stopped by a finger to her lips.

“Please,” Jennie husked, fingertips trailing along the woman’s jaw. Miss Bae looked at her with wide eyes, but she made no move to stop her. “I want to see if the rumors are true.”

And with a snap, Irene pushed her away, her shove strong for such a petite woman. “Don’t be rude,” she spat, anger sharp in her eyes.

“I-I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Jennie babbled, stumbling back. Guilt churned in her gut. “I didn’t mean to say that!”

Irene pressed her temples. “That’s alright, b-but I think you should leave now.”

“Okay,” Jennie whispered, frowning. “I’m sorry again...” Embarrassed, she grabbed her bag, and ran for the door. She wanted the floor to swallow her whole. “And...” she glanced back at Irene, just for a moment, “thanks for being such an amazing teacher.”

When her hand turned on the knob, the woman’s commanding voice stopped her in her tracks.

“Wait...”

“Hmm?” Jennie turned, her back now pressed against the door. Miss Bae stared at her, and fire flickered in her gaze.

“What rumors were you talking about?”

“I-um...” Jennie chewed on the inside of her cheek. “I heard that you have a penis, Miss Bae.”

The woman laughed; a forced, strident laugh. “Are you serious?”

“Y-Yes?” Anxiously, the girl pressed her shirt into her waistband.

“Well, guess what?”

“What?” Jennie replied, anticipation now rousing in her stomach. An image of the woman pulling out a veiny cock and plugging her against the door flashed in her mind. God. She prayed for it to come true.

“That’s none of your business.” Damn it.

“Okay, well... maybe I need to be clearer with you,” Jennie said. She’d already made a fool of herself. May as well be completely honest. “I have-” Slowly, she returned to her place by Irene’s desk, body vibrating to reach out and touch. “I have wanted you for a very long time, Miss Bae. I don’t care if you have a penis, I don’t care what’s between your legs.”

The bold words flew out of her mouth, dizzying her. “After school, I’d always touch myself, thinking of you, imagining it was you...” She swallowed a desperate whine. “Even when I lost my virginity, when I took my boyfriend’s cock,” blood rushed to her groin and pulsed through her clit, “deep down, I wished it was you.” Jennie leaned forward, voice low to utter a secret truth — “I even almost moaned your name.”

“Fuck,” Miss Bae cursed under her breath. With a soft giggle, Jennie continued, pushing the woman back into the chair.

“God,” Irene groaned, the sound lewd and guttural. With a snap, she pushed Jennie to the desk, and the girl’s ass perched on the surface. “Is that why your skirt is so short? To tease me?”

The woman leaned on top of her, pressing her shoulders down into the hard wood. Her tanned legs dangled off the edge, school shoes knocking on the base. “Y-Yes, yes, I wanted you to-” And before she could speak, her teacher’s mouth was on hers.

“Mmph!” Miss Bae moaned, the vibration shivering through the girl’s mouth. They made out fervently, lips pressing and locking until bruised. Jennie parted her mouth, and welcomed the woman inside. Tongues, warm and wet, thrusted and swirled with spit. Heat pressed to her face, and soft hands cupped her cheek. Their lips locked tight, suctioned without a gap to breathe. But losing breath was worth it if it meant kissing Miss Bae. The woman made her breathless, anyway.

“M-Miss Bae,” Jennie whimpered, eyes soft as her teacher gasped for air. “I love you, Miss Bae.”

They fell silent, their heaving breaths the only sound in the room. Jennie watched as the woman seemed to stare into space, her gaze confused, or maybe tortured. Her forehead was creased, thin lines pulling into a knit. They were the only lines on her face. She looked good for a thirty-something year old. 

“Miss?” Jennie uttered, worry thick in her voice. “Are you okay?” The girl hoped that Irene didn’t regret it. But such a hope seemed unlikely. 

“Hmm?” When the woman met Jennie gaze again, her pupils were blown, eyes deep and dark. “I am okay. Are you?” she asked, but stroked her fingers through Jennie’s hair before waiting for an answer. 

“Hnnn,” Jennie moaned, back arching up, “yes.” The teacher’s touch was so soft through her hair, like a loving mother taking care. 

“You’re the prettiest girl in your class.” Irene leaned forward, her mouth ghosting across the girl’s neck. Static trailed up her skin, sparking under the woman’s breath.

“Ugh, really?” Jennie quivered, panties sticking to her cunt. She felt liquid slick out of her hole, coating her puffy lips. Throbbing, she reached out to grab the woman’s waist, bucking her hips to meet whatever lay underneath. “Miss Bae, please,” she whined, vision growing blurry. Desperately, she grabbed at her teacher’s waistband. “Show me... prove to me that I’m the prettiest.” Her voice was sweet, cracking only slightly through the haze of lust. 

“Uh, fuck,” Irene husked, groin pressing into Jennie’s hand. “I’m hard.” 

Jennie practically flooded from the confirmation. Miss Bae was packing meat. “God, I want it, I need it so bad,” the girl begged, leaning her head up to work on the zipper. The metal teeth clipped open, one by one, each zip making Jennie’s heart throb. White underwear jutted out, cotton pulled over a thick bulge. Jennie’s mouth watered.

“Fuck,” the girl husked, leaning towards the girth. “Oh, sorry for swearing.” With a giggle, she stroked her hands up her teacher’s thighs, until her fingers tugged the band. Pulling down the fabric, she glanced up at the woman, eyes coy beneath a thick set of eyelashes. “You won’t give me detention, will you?” 

White, creamy thighs exposed to Jennie’s hungry gaze. The woman had toned legs, as if she was a dancer in a previous life. Inhaling, the girl pressed her nose to Miss Bae’s underwear. “Mmmn, you smell so good.” The musk of sex flooded her senses. She nuzzled into the throbbing lump, feeling the tip poke her cheek. The ridge of the woman’s mushroom head peaked beneath the thin layer of cotton. “Can I taste it?” Jennie asked, and took a moment to lock eyes with her teacher. The woman’s eyes were black, and yet a pang of trepidation still stirred within. 

“J-Jennie...” the woman began, her lips swelling a dark red, “I don’t...” She glanced at the door, eyebrows pinching. 

“It’s okay, Miss Bae,” Jennie purred, “I locked the door. Nobody is around.”

“Okay,” Irene whispered, stroking a lock of hair behind the girl’s ear. Her expression warmed, eyes soft and mouth tipped in a gentle smile. Jennie swooned. “Suck my cock.” 

Tingling spread over the girl’s body, skin on edge. God, she was ready. “Yes, Miss Bae,” Jennie breathed, and with a lewd stare, she started to pull down the underwear. 

Heart racing, the girl’s eyes widened as the monstrous length flipped out of the cotton. “You’re huge.” Her mouth hung open, tongue wet as she gagged to have it down her throat. It was thick and sturdy, with prominent veins and a bulbous head. A bead of liquid oozed out of the tip, like the appetizer for Jennie’s long-awaited meal. 

“Suck it, Jennie,” Miss Bae repeated, bucking her hips into the girl’s face. The knob knocked her jaw, streaking a line of precum along her cheek. 

Nodding, Jennie took the meat into her hand, and gave it a few slow pumps. It felt so much better than her boyfriend’s dick — warmer, harder, bigger. 

“Mm, that’s it, stroke my cock,” Irene groaned, threading her hand at the back of Jennie’s scalp. Sliding her tongue out, the girl lapped at the head, tasting the salty tang. “Yes, like that.” Jennie caressed the girth, hand clenched in a loose fist.

Hallowing her cheeks, Jennie took in the bulbous head, the width stretching her mouth. The meat stuffed her small hole, sliding along her tongue and hitting her soft palate. 

“If you think giving me head is going to improve your grades...” Irene breathed, fist bunching Jennie’s hair. A sharp pain shot through her head, locks strained from the root. “...then you’re sorely mistaken.” 

“Hmph!” Jennie babbled, struggling on the cock now poking her throat. Spit dripped out of her lips, rod wet and slippery as it destroyed her small mouth. The woman wasn’t even thrusting — the sheer size of it was merely too much to handle. But Jennie couldn’t turn back — not now, not ever. Miss Bae’s penis was hers now, and the girl would move mountains just to get her hand on it again. 

“You’re such an idiot, Jennie.” Groaning, Irene rutted her hips, rod plunging down Jennie’s mouth. The woman’s pace was deliberate and deep, filling her throat before slowly sliding back out. “I try my hardest with you, a-and yet you, uhh!” Jennie felt Irene’s penis twitch as it started to hammer. 

“Ughhh!” The girl choked, meat puncturing her throat. Irene’s rhythm was brutal now, fucking her face with rigid strokes. Heat crawled across Jennie’s cheeks. Tears smeared her skin. With blurry eyes, she gazed at the woman, and felt her cunt throb at what she saw. Irene’s eyes were hooded, her mouth loose as if she was possessed. Black strands of hair stuck to her neck, where beads of sweat trailed down her skin. Her shirt was pulled up with her free hand, revealing a taut, undulating stomach. 

“...and yet you still fail.” Irene pinned Jennie’s face to her groin, nose pressed against her pelvis. “You’re only here because your parents a-are rich.”

Squelching, Jennie sucked on the tool, the meaty flesh pulsing along her tongue. Her grip on the base was weak, merely there to scramble for a semblance of control. But the girl had no control. Irene owned her, in every sense of the word. From the filthy words, to the rough throat fuck — Jennie was a useless fuckdoll under her teacher’s command. A slutty student, good for nothing but sucking cock. “Fuck, everyone knows it...” 

Irene yanked her head back, the new angle causing her stick to gag the girl’s throat. Face split, Jennie struggled to take the immense girth, neck bumped with the sliding meat. She stirred at the thought of Miss Bae bitching behind her back, gossiping to her colleagues about how much of a spoiled princess she was. Whether the sentiment was true or not didn’t matter — Jennie’s panties were already drenched. The degradation had come unexpectedly, like a surprise gift. “Hmnn!” 

With gusto, she pressed her lips around the rod, creating a wet suction. Even if she’d pass out, the girl was determined to be the best dick sucker in the school. “H-Holy shit!” Irene yelped, prick ravaging the hole. “I’m c-close.” 

Sliding both of her hands to the sides of Jennie’s face, Irene grasped her ears, and used them as leverage to violently impale her face. In rough thrusts, she used her, abusing her mouth like a toy. Pleasure swirled in the girl’s chest. The more her teacher hurt her, the more she shivered with want. “God!” Miss Bae’s ruts became frantic, her hips jutting against Jennie’s face in erratic bursts. 

“Swallow it! Fuck!” Cream spilled out of the woman’s cock, splashing against Jennie’s esophagus and smearing across her tongue. It tasted salty and tart, and dumped into her stomach in loads. Swallowing, Jennie swirled her tongue around the girth, tasting the tang and gulping it down. Irene’s thrusts became shallow, cum dwindling to drops. “Uhhh.” With a final shove, the rod pushed to the hilt of Jennie’s throat, the last seed slipping down to her gut.

“J-Jennie,” she panted, hand gently stroking along the girl’s jaw. The mood shifted, air starting to level. Irene’s expression softened, eyes downturned and warm. Her flaccid cock was still stuffed inside, now seeming cozy in the girl’s mouth. 

“Hmm.” Jennie hummed, content, relishing in the warm sensation. She wouldn’t dare take it out. Miss Bae’s penis was where it belonged. 

“I, oh my God...” Lips rippling on the length, the woman’s cock unsheathed, leaving Jennie’s mouth empty of meat. 

“Miss Bae?” the girl asked, husky from the semen coating her throat. With the back of her hand, she wiped herself, lips bruised and wet.

Irene’s slab of meat flopped against her thigh, pink and smeared in spit. As if in a daze, she paced back, the whiteboard rattling against her back. “Miss-” the girl prompted, something sharp pricking her heart. Miss Bae was in the pit of regret — Jennie could tell. The woman’s face was pale, her eyes wide and hollow. 

“What did I just do?” Irene murmured, body motionless. Her white shirt was crumpled, revealing the blushed skin of her midriff. The black jacket started to slip off her shoulder, leaving her tailored suit disheveled. It was obvious to anyone that may see — Miss Bae had just been fucked on school premises. “I don’t know what came over me.” 

“It’s okay, Miss Bae,” Jennie cooed, her heart voice calm despite her thumping heart. “I won’t tell anyone, your secret is safe with me.” 

“I’m sorry for doing that to you...” Irene practically mimed it, as if it wasn’t for Jennie’s ears. 

Expression pained, the girl rose from the desk, and felt the blood drain from her body. “Miss Bae, please don’t say that.” She fixed her headband, and carded a hand through her hair. “I wanted it, I initiated it.” Nervously, she approached the woman, reaching her hand out to lightly stroke her sleeve. 

“I’m y-your teacher, Jennie.” Irene’s voice broke, the sound a dry sob. 

The fabric felt soft beneath her palm. Drifting down the sleeve, she touched the woman’s hand, and boldly threaded their fingers. “That doesn’t matter to me,” she said, squeezing her teacher’s hand, “and like I said... I’m nineteen.” 

Jennie felt the woman flinch, perhaps shocked from the hand hold. Ironic considering her cock was just ruining her mouth. “It’s still wrong, it’s so wrong,” Irene whispered, warmth starting to return to her eyes. “But... God.” Abruptly, her teacher pulled her palm away, and pinched the bridge of her nose. “But I wanted it, I wanted it so bad.” The confession fell heavy in the room. “I’m such a... terrible person.”

“No you’re not,” Jennie’s gaze flickered to the woman’s groin. Her flaccid cock was still exposed. Swallowing her pride, the girl floated her fingertips up Irene’s thigh. But before she could reach her dick, the woman jumped, and quickly stuffed her junk back into her pants. 

“Stop that,” she said, frantically pulling her trousers up.

“S-Sorry,” Jennie stuttered, embarrassment tinting her cheeks. 

“I guess you want me to return the favor.” Irene straightened her back, brushing the crease out of her clothes. “Well, it was a mistake, so... I’m sorry, but I-” 

“I don’t want anything, it’s okay.” Jennie’s panties were soaked, her cunt aching for pleasure. But this wasn’t about a simple orgasm, the girl had her own hand for that. This was about intimacy — exposing herself, vulnerable and raw, as their bodies and hearts bound. “It’s not just about sex,” she began, fidgeting with the hem of her short skirt. “You make me happy, Miss Bae.” Their eyes fixed, and Jennie felt her spirit tether. Irene’s eyes seemed earnest now, as if the girl could see the secrets within. “Every day, I wake up excited for your class, it gets me through the week.” 

“But we barely know each other.” 

Jennie shook her head. “That doesn’t matter.” The room was shaded, a subtle tinge of pink glowing from the setting sun. A shadow passed over the woman’s delicate face. “I know what’s in my heart, what I feel...” Jennie clenched her chest, “it’s real.”

“How long have you felt this way?” Irene took a few steps forward, drawing to the girl in slow strides. Jennie’s heart leapt with each ding of the woman’s heel. 

“One year ago, since my first day in your class...” 

“But during this past year, you...” Irene uttered, closing their distance. “I don’t mean to pry, but-” 

“No, I know.” Shivering, Jennie stilled, prickling spreading over her skin. “I changed. I slept around, desperate for validation. But-” she bit her lip, “I only did it to distract myself. I couldn’t stop thinking about you, Miss Bae.” 

“Jennie...” Irene sighed, shoulders slumping. 

Forehead creased, Jennie reached out for the woman, desperate to ease the pain. Guilt brewed in her gut. The girl wasn’t putting her teacher in a losing situation, she knew. But she couldn’t help herself. She’d go insane if she didn’t act. “We won’t tell anyone, okay? Please give me a chance,” Jennie pleaded, eyes wide with hope. 

Softly, Irene cupped her cheek, thumb drifting over the dried tears. “I made you cry.” 

“Not from sadness,” Jennie giggled, “I just gagged a lot.”

Irene’s warm palm trailed down to her throat, fingers crawling around her neck. Jennie trembled, devoted to the woman’s touch. Softly, Irene guided her forward, fingertips sitting at the base of the girl’s head. Transfixed, their lips lingered, inhaling each other’s air. “Maybe you need more practice,” Miss Bae husked, breath tickling Jennie’s mouth. 

Shivering, Jennie parted her lips, tongue wet and desperate for a kiss. “Y-Yes,” she whimpered, heat traveling down her limbs. “I-I need practice.” Skin on edge, Jennie tilted her head, and captured her teacher’s lips. 

Their kiss was frantic, noses bumping and mouths sliding. Popping her lips open, Jennie slid her tongue inside Miss Bae’s mouth, and tasted her spit like a treat. “Hnnnh,” the woman groaned, the vibration trembling through her frame. The lock was wet and hot, heads tilting to devour each other from every angle. 

Jennie was once again pressed to the desk, pens and paper clips scattering to the floor. “Mmm, Miss-” the girl moaned, lips tingling. With bated breath, she turned her face for air, and felt her teacher’s lips press to her neck instead. “Oh God.” The woman’s mouth was urgent as it sucked on her pulse point. Elation flooded her bloodstream, making her head fuzzy and delirious. Her wish was being fulfilled. Miss Bae wanted her, too. She wanted her and she was going to take her. Jennie didn’t need money, or good grades, or anything of the sort. All she needed was Irene. 

“You’re so hot,” the woman growled, teeth nibbling on the soft skin. 

Jennie arched her back, hands pressed against the desk. A stray bit of paper stuck beneath her clammy palms. Extending her neck, the girl welcomed the sore, hoping the brand would be permanent. “M-My parents aren’t home,” she said, quivering with anticipation. “We s-should go there, a-and...”

“Ugh,” Irene growled, breathing hot down the girl’s neck, “and fuck on your bed.” 

Jennie trembled, more fluid leaking out of her cunt. Her clit was stiff and swollen, poking her panties, cotton brushing the nerve. “Y-Yes, God, yes!” the girl whined, pressing Irene’s head into the crook of her neck. Overcome with hunger, she shoved her hips to the woman, and felt their groins press with heat. “Or h-here, I don’t care. I need you, c-can’t wait-” 

“No,” Irene groaned, Jennie’s skin popping out of her mouth. The blemish tingled, covered in spit and exposed to the air. “This is what we’re going to do.” Quickly, the woman shuffled through items in the desk draw, before grasping her phone and shoving it in her handbag. “You’re going to meet me outside, a block down the road where you’ll be out of sight. I’ll pick you up there.” 

Jennie nodded, a huge smile puffing her cheeks. “I can’t wait to show you my house,” she beamed, biting her lip to withhold from jumping for joy. “We can even have dinner, my parents will be gone for a while.” Strolling over to her backpack, she bent over, exposing the length of her tanned legs. Socks were pulled up high, the band sitting below her soft knees. Cheekily, the girl wiggled her ass, making sure to expose her panties beneath her pleated skirt. 

“Uhm,” the woman coughed, “m-maybe.” 

“No worries.” Taking her bag, Jennie flung it over a shoulder. “As long as you fill me up, okay?” she giggled, eyes bright and sparkly. 

Brows lowered, Irene strode to Jennie, making the girl feel like helpless prey. Mmm fuck. “I’m going to get the car. Meet me in five minutes. Don’t be late.” And with a smirk, she left the classroom, the swinging door drifting a chill over Jennie’s skin. 

Heart racing, the girl ran down the school hall, school heels clomping on the shiny floor. Jennie Kim was going to have sex with Irene... Miss Bae... her teacher! The forbidden thrill of it made her stir, body thudding with insatiable desire.

She bolted out of the doors, crunching a pile of autumn leaves on the pavement. The dusk breeze was crisp, smelling earthy and fresh. Jennie’s hair trailed behind her as she flew down the street, brown locks bouncing through the air. “Miss!” she called in excitement, waving at the red car. It wasn’t a flashy car, nor was it cheap. It was tasteful and elegant — just like Irene. 

“Shh!” Rolling down the window, Irene’s finger was pressed to her lips, face worried.

“Oh! Sorry,” Jennie whispered, apologizing despite the wide grin still on her face. With a light step, so agile she almost danced, the girl made her way to the car. 

“You never know who might be around, don’t draw attention to us,” Irene said, hands clenched to the wheel. 

“Understood, Miss Bae.” Jennie slid into the car, the leather seat smooth beneath her legs. Floral freshener wafted through the compartment. The interior was spotless, not an ounce of dust. Pulse thumping, she pulled the seatbelt over her frame, and settled in for a quick drive. “I live on Park Avenue.”

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Class Cupid - Two

“That’s my house.” Jennie pointed to a large, cream home. It had a long driveway, with a gate and intercom at the front. 

“Are you sure your parents won’t be coming soon?” Irene asked, parking by the curb. 

“Yes, you can trust me.” Smiling, Jennie leaned over the console and grasped Irene’s hand. She felt the woman tense. 

“What about your neighbors?” Irene withdrew her hand. A cold rush shivered up the girl’s arm. 

“Miss Bae,” she whispered, eyes wide. “Please don’t worry. If anybody says anything, I’ll just say you were tutoring me.” 

With a steady nod, Irene opened the car door and stepped outside. Her blazer flitted in the breeze. 

They walked up the driveway, the road lined by shrubs and vibrant roses. A gardener took care of the landscape weekly. “Lovely home,” Irene murmured. The woman’s voice was calm and measured, as if she ruminated over every word. 

“Thank you.” Jennie fiddled with the keys, before slotting them in the door and swinging it open. A citrusy aroma drifted past her nose. The floor was sparkly clean, reflecting Jennie’s frame.

“Welcome to the Kim household,” Jennie giggled, waving her hand to usher the woman inside. She was a hostess in the making. “What can I get you? A wine, perhaps?” 

Miss Bae snorted. “That’s cute.” Slowly, the woman paced through the foyer, arms crossed and gaze fixing on anything but Jennie. 

“Uhm, so I’ll,” the girl‘s giggle faded, “uh, give you the house tour?” 

“Sure.” Irene’s fingers, dainty and pale, drifted over a table. A marble staircase edged the room, lining the walls and leading up to a tall ceiling. “How many floors is this-” 

“Hello, Miss Kim!” The maid’s voice echoed, bright and cheery and ripping a hole through Jennie’s chest. Shit. 

“Oh, Jisoo, w-what are you doing here?” Stomach flipping, the girl turned to her housekeeper, and mustered a polite smile. “Weren’t you supposed to finish a few h-hours ago?” 

Jisoo bowed, as a greeting and perhaps an apology. “I had a lot to clean from last night.”

“Right, uhm,” Jennie laughed, awkward and stilted, “I think that’s it then! Time for you to-” 

“You brought a guest? Hello!” Jisoo waved at Irene, smiling wide. “Can I get you a snack? Or a drink?” 

“That’s okay, thank you,” Irene said. 

“See? We’ve got it all sorted!” The girl’s voice was high-pitched and panicked. Tightly, she gripped Jisoo’s arm, and began to lead her out the door. “Thanks so much for staying back, I’ll be sure to tell my parents how much of a big help you’ve been.” 

“But, but I still need to-” 

“I’ll clean the rest, it’s my mess after all.” Jennie winked at the housekeeper, before drawing open the door and pushing her outside. 

The woman shuffled, expression stunned. “Miss Kim? Are you sure?” 

“Yes, take the night off. You deserve it.” Jennie averted Jisoo’s gaze. The woman had bright, caring eyes, and cupid-bow lips that always offered an easy smile. Seeing her perplexed made the girl uneasy. “See you tomorrow, then!” And with another nervous giggle, Jennie swung the door shut. 

The house fell still. Jennie leant her forehead on the door, eyes closed and breath bated. A lame attempt to calm her thumping heart. She trusted Jisoo. The woman had raised her more than her parents ever did. But doubt nibbled at her. An annoying, ever-present nibble. Jisoo would see through her lie. 

“Is there a butler I need to worry about, too?” Irene’s sarcasm was sharp and quick. A small grin pulled at Jennie’s lips. Tingling spread through her limbs, making her light and floaty. 

Swooning, the girl spun around, floor screeching beneath her heel. Irene was staring back at her, smirking with a glint in her eye. “No,” Jennie chuckled, clasping her hands across her skirt. She bounced over to her teacher, heart leaping with each step. “We’re all alone now.” 

“I see.” Miss Bae scanned Jennie from head to toe, gaze dark and intense. The girl quivered under the scrutiny, each layer of clothing dissolving from her skin.

“So,” Irene’s eyes shot up, “what happened last night?” 

Jennie bit her lip, a hot flush tinting her ears. “Well... there was a house party.” Like static, the hairs on her arm stood up. “It got pretty rowdy.” 

Irene remained still, face stoic. “Really?” 

“Y-Yeah,” Jennie whispered, leaning into the woman’s frame. Every cell in her being throbbed to be touched. “Please don’t tell the other teachers.” Coyly, Jennie’s gaze flicked to Irene’s lips. “I don’t want my reputation ruined.” 

Miss Bae’s lips parted. They were pink and plump, with a thin layer of balm that caught the light. Her skin was fair and smooth like ceramic. Spotless, except for a tiny mole on her cheek. She had a refined face, each feature perfectly aligned. Ordinary people were not this beautiful. Was she born of regal blood? “Jennie...” she murmured, lightly touching the girl’s arm. Her presence was commanding, as if there was no higher power above her. But Jennie could feel the woman melt.

“Fuck,” the girl rasped, trailing her fingers up Irene’s sleeve. “I want you, Miss Bae.” Warmth wound through her chest, like a vine overgrown. “Tonight is...” she planted a small kiss on the woman’s jaw, “the night.” Resting her hand over Irene’s chest, she felt the woman’s heart beat. It thudded madly, even faster than her own. 

“Yes it is,” Miss Bae whispered, tilting her head. Her nose drifted across Jennie’s cheek. 

God. The confirmation drove the girl wild. Adrenaline thrummed through her veins, prickling down to her fingertips. Head swimming, she leaned into the woman, their clothed breasts meshing. Her nipples poked beneath her school uniform, swollen and throbbing to be exposed. “Miss Bae,” she breathed, threading her fingers through black locks. And with a moan, she captured her teacher's lips in a passionate kiss. Her mouth parted, urgent and primal, and took Irene inside. Their tongues prodded, sinewy and soft and coating with spit. Knees weak, the girl clung to her teacher’s shirt, fisting the fabric in a tight grip. The pulse in her cunt ached through her entire body, as if all her vitals depended on it. Fuck, maybe they did. If Jennie didn’t get fucked soon she’d die. 

Delving her tongue, she gathered her teacher’s saliva, the taste sweet and divine. They shuffled to the staircase, their lips never leaving their frantic lock. Jennie bumped against the railing, the hard wood digging into her back. Running out of patience, she tugged on Irene’s blazer, and felt the woman groan in her mouth. “Mmmn,” Jennie exhaled against the woman, where a string of spit connected their lips. Her stomach rolled, undulating from her heaving breath. Only a kiss, and Jennie was already close to rapture. Delirious, she pulled the woman back in, and attempted to catch her lips. 

“W-Wait,” Irene husked, craning her neck. Jennie couldn’t wait. She couldn’t even run upstairs. She needed to fuck here on the marble steps.

“I can’t wait,” Jennie said, popping open the buttons on Irene’s shirt. 

Holding the girl’s waist, Irene created some distance, bodies a few inches apart. “Show me your room,” she said, eyes heavy and dark. 

Jennie lurched, taking the woman’s hand and running up the steps. Excitement burst out of her chest. Arousal churned deep in her groin. Tonight, Jennie would be the happiest girl in the world. “Around h-here,” she husked, eager and rushed. 

Racing down the hall, the girl led Irene to her bedroom, the woman trailing helplessly behind. “This is my room.” The scent of fruity perfume still lingered through the air, sprayed from her morning routine. A large bed sat in the middle, with a pink blanket and fluffy pillows perched on top. Boy band posters covered the walls, placed between shelves of albums and merchandise. To the side was a vanity mirror, where polaroid pictures of selfies and friends stuck to the surface.

“Do you like it?” Jennie asked, twirling her skirt. 

Irene strolled through the room like a lucid dream. Her pale skin and black suit contrasted dark against the bright pops of color. “It’s fine, Jennie." Her tone sent a shiver down the girl's spine. It sounded feminine and warm, yet tinged with a wealth of secrets. 

“So...” Jennie coughed, calves bumping the mattress, “uhm, so...” God, she was only seconds away from getting what she wanted, and she chose now to be speechless. 

“Yes?” Miss Bae approached Jennie, feet measured and slow. Her commanding gaze nearly pinned the girl to the bed. 

“N-Nothing.” Doe-eyed, Jennie watched as Irene closed the distance, the woman’s lithe body pressing to her waist. 

“Just so we’re clear,” Irene began, lips trailing up the girl’s neck, “you’re not having sex with me for higher grades, are you?” 

Jennie’s breath caught in her throat. “No, of course not.” 

“Good, because you’re not getting them.” 

“Uhh,” Jennie’s head swam, “M-Miss Bae, that doesn’t matter.” Mewling, the girl clung to the woman’s clothes, desperate to rip them off. Her cunt stirred, throbbing and wet. Even a light breath against her clit would send her over the edge. “Please,” she begged, rutting her hips into Irene, “please fuck me. I’m s-s...” 

Irene’s eyes blazed. Abruptly, her hand shoved under Jennie’s skirt, and the girl’s chest thud with anticipation. She pressed into the damp underwear, finger creasing a line through the cotton-clad folds. “You’re soaked,” she murmured, finishing the girl’s sentence. 

Heat spread up Jennie’s face, rouging her already pink cheeks. She struggled to keep her eyes open, the environment morphing into misshapen form. “Oh,” the girl exhaled, grinding her groin into the groove of Irene’s hand. “Fuck, I need you inside.” Nails digging, she grasped at the woman’s shoulders, and desperately bucked for friction. Cotton rubbed up her slit, drenching in essence and catching on her engorged clit. “I need-”

“Where is your patience?” 

“My patience?” Jennie scoffed, “I’ve been waiting for over an hour now.” 

Smirking, Irene pushed the girl to sit on the edge of the bed. “Why rush?” She kneeled between Jennie’s legs, knees wavering by her face. 

The tension plunged deep inside the girl, brewing with an agonizing stir. Leaning back, her elbows pressed into the bed, her gaze falling on her teacher between her thighs. She raked her teeth along her lip, willing herself to maintain composure. One slip, and she might trap the woman in a lock, suffocating her with the heat of her slick. Limbs shaky, Jennie reached for Miss Bae’s head, fingers threading through dark locks. Her hair was so soft it could melt. “God,” she rasped, framing a few strands around Irene’s delicate jaw. The woman looked up at her earnestly, a spark of vulnerability crossing her gaze. Jennie wasn’t sure if it was guilt or longing churning in her teacher’s eyes. “I-Irene, I-” 

“Hmm?” The girl’s mind emptied, speechless, when she felt the woman’s warm mouth press to her skin. A wet line trailed up her heated flesh, Irene’s tongue tracing to the crease of her inner thigh. Finally, a cure for the itch. 

“Fuck, Miss, hmm-” Incoherent nothing’s babbled out of Jennie’s mouth. Her back arched, hands slipping to grip on the bedsheets. Her past lovers had never done this — teased her, eaten her out. The thrill quivered through her frame. 

“I can smell you,” Irene husked, her breath drifting over Jennie’s underwear. With a bold hand, she flicked the girl’s skirt up, and clung to her waist. 

Jennie’s head tilted back, eyelid twitching as the ceiling overlapped. Fluid soaked her panties, her dripping cunt on fire as she braced to be exposed to new eyes. Important eyes. “Hmm, I love you, Miss Bae,” she whined, declaring herself for the second time that day. Maybe soon, her love would be requited. “D-Do you love me?”

Irene pressed her lips to Jennie’s slit, the flesh still covered by cotton. The room fell into silence, the girl’s question hanging loudly in the air. Skimming over Jennie’s mound, Irene slightly lifted her head, nose lingering near the band of her underwear. “Look at me, Jennie,” she said. 

Heart thudding, the girl met her teacher’s eyes, and searched for an answer within. Do you love me? The woman’s eyes were heady and raw, her eyelids thick over her gaze. 

A smirk pulled at Irene’s mouth, plump and pink against pale skin. Her seductive expression hooked Jennie, ravaging her with just the tip of her lips. “Where do you want me?” she began, slipping a thumb under the girl’s panties. Gently, she pulled down, the cotton sliding down Jennie’s burning thighs. A chill tickled her bare cunt, the slick of arousal cool to the air. 

“Hnnn, I want you here,” Jennie moaned, spreading her legs. The distinct odor of her soaked pussy suffocated the room — mixing with sweat and the chase of sex. Her mound was waxed bare, smooth and fair, just like her boyfriend liked it. Shamelessly, she reached down to spread her swollen lips, revealing her womanhood to her teacher’s stare. Nectar oozed out of her hole, sliding along her folds and down to her asshole. She felt herself sopping wet from the teasing. From the torture. “Here, please,” she said, splitting her fingers around the slit. No longer was the girl bashful. Her cunt was Irene’s to take. Why hide something that wasn’t even hers? 

“Where?” Miss Bae cooed, a shadow of a giggle in her voice. “Here?” A kiss to her inner thigh. “Or maybe here?” And to the other side. 

Jennie mewled, writhing on the bed. Occasionally, she would feel Irene’s nose graze her clit, or her breath drift over her hole. But the woman toyed with her, teasing her only to pull away. God! 

“H-Here!” the girl repeated, bucking her hips into the air. “My-my,” she swallowed the saliva which had gathered on her tongue, “my pussy.” 

Slowly, Irene rose to a stand, and her lithe frame loomed over the girl. “You’re desperate,” she uttered, sliding off her black coat and dropping it to the floor. “You need to learn that you can’t have everything you want.” Each button popped open with a nimble grace, white fabric parting to reveal the woman’s creamy skin. She wore a black bra, lacy and low-cut. The subtle curve of her breasts rounded the hem.

“Miss,” the girl whined, reaching forward to cup Irene’s tit. But before she could touch, Irene gripped her wrists, and pinned them above her head. 

“Patience,” the woman insisted, pressing Jennie’s wiggling frame into the mattress. “It’s not all about you.” 

“You’re driving me-” 

“I want to savor you,” Irene soothed, voice melting like butter — dripping, hot, all over Jennie’s skin. Carefully, she unbuttoned the girl’s uniform, starting from the collar and stripping down to the base. Jennie’s blouse splayed open, her red bra on display. She’d often wear bold colors, so that one could faintly see it beneath. “Gosh,” Irene stroked her hand down the girl’s stomach, “you’re gorgeous.” 

Goosebumps pricked her skin, burning from each tender word and touch. Propping the girl up, Irene unclasped her bra, her tanned breasts falling out of the cotton. The woman’s gaze sharpened, dark and fixed on Jennie’s body. Her tits were modest yet round, with brown nipples that stiffened into hard peaks. The supple flesh creased down the middle, as Irene’s palms cupped them together. “Hmmm.” Did Miss Bae find them cute? Jutting her chest, she angled her breasts closer to Irene’s mouth, desperate for saliva to cover the nerve. “Please.” 

“Fuck,” Irene husked, ghosting her lips over the mound. With a circle, she licked over the tissue, her hot tongue swirling around the swollen bud. 

“Uh, here.” Groaning, Jennie held the woman’s head, guiding her mouth to where she wanted it most — suckling on her nipple. Irene obliged, flattening her tongue and pursing her lips. The suction was gentle, her movements slow. “Yes,” the girl hissed, heart thudding through her ribs. Pleasure simmered through her veins and down to her cunt. 

“Mmn.” Miss Bae squeezed Jennie’s breasts, fingers pressed into the tissue. Spit slathered her skin, the woman lapping and prodding each bud. 

“I-I like that,” Jennie groaned, smoldering deeper into the bed.

Soon, Irene unlatched her mouth, a line of saliva stringing to the nerve. She quickly threw Jennie’s clothes to the ground, leaving the girl in nothing but her skirt. The room grew fevered, racing with her pulsing heart. Her wrist bent as she leaned up, her tits dipping from the slope of her frame. “Are you ready, Miss Bae?” she asked. A large tent stood in the woman’s pants. 

“Y-Yes,” Irene stuttered, taking her own bra off her chest. Unlike Jennie, her nipples were pink, and breasts slightly smaller than her own. Her belt buckle tinkled, leather sliding out of the loop. The zipper slid open, parting to reveal cotton constricting a huge cock. 

Shivering, Jennie peeled off her skirt, leaving herself nude for her teacher. “Me too,” she breathed, shimmering up to rest on the pillow. There was nothing left to be done — her body laid bare, awaiting to be taken. 

“Ugh." Swiftly, the woman shuffled out of her trousers and underwear. Her dick stood fully erect between her taut thighs. Rigid and veiny, and curved just slightly for the crevice of Jennie’s cunt. Irene pumped her cock, dainty fingers on engorged flesh. A bead of fluid leaked from the head. 

“Hnn, s-so big,” the girl murmured, nearly drooling at the sight. It seemed bigger than before, as if now confident, it could throb in all its glory. 

With each step, the rod bobbed, teetering upwards the closer it got to the bed. Instinctually, Jennie spread her legs, feet planted on the sheets. “Shit,” the woman husked, settling between the girl’s legs.

The heat of Irene’s cock teased up Jennie’s folds, brushing through essence in a languid slide. Heart leaping, Jennie gazed up at her teacher, awe-struck by what she saw. Irene’s brows were pinched in concentration, her eyes blown and deep. Hair stuck to her forehead, where a blush crept across her face. And when their gazes met, eyes sinking into one another, it was clear that the woman felt it too. “So good,” Jennie breathed, smoothing her palm up Irene’s back. Her clit clenched as the stiff meat slid up. The friction was slow and wet, her puffy folds nestling the woman’s length like a warm embrace. 

“Does it feel cozy?” Giggling, she rutted her groin into the woman’s tool, her needy hole almost getting its relief. 

“Y-Yeah,” Irene replied, probing the tip of her prick around the girl’s clit.

“Mmm, Miss Bae.” Jennie caressed her teacher’s cheek, thumb tracing along the skin. Black hair cascaded past the woman’s shoulder. “Put it in,” she said, core thumping to be filled. Blood rushed to her groin, cunt plump and red. “I feel so empty without you inside.” 

Meat trailed down the girl’s flushed lips, the flesh firm on her slippery heat. “F-Fuck,” Irene hissed, guiding her cockhead to the fluttering hole. 

Immediately, Jennie twitched, mouth agape in anticipation. Miss Bae’s mushroom head was pronounced and bulbous, with a ribbed crown that tipped her veiny shaft. Even the head would stuff Jennie’s tight hole. “Say my name,” she begged, welcoming the penetration with a buck of her hips. 

“Uhhh.” Steadily, Irene entered the tip, the girl’s rim spreading around the size. “Jennie,” she husked, and inch by slow inch, sank deeper inside. 

“Ah! Yes,” Jennie moaned, blissful pain cresting between her thighs. Her walls clung to the sheathing rod, grooving around the girth, swallowing it in warmth. The musk of their joining simmered between them, emanating from the squelch of their sliding loins. The girl peeked down between them, skin covered in sweat, and watched the throbbing organ disappear into her body. “Say it again.” 

“Jennie.” Hands planted by Jennie’s head, Irene eased herself to the hilt, the girl’s orifice spreading to accommodate her length. Now buried, the woman remained motionless, and Jennie felt her tool twinge within her flesh. “Can I move?” 

Irene’s chest heaved, hot breath tickling Jennie’s skin. The pressure was euphoric, splitting her entrance and filling her up without a gap to spare. And in that moment — with her silky cunt plunged to the brim — Jennie made up her mind. She would never fuck anyone else. “Yes, please,” she uttered, lips tingling to connect.

With a roll of her hips, Irene drew out, translucent cream soaking her shaft. Jennie’s cunt quivered, empty and desperate. The tip nudged her opening, membrane parting to latch onto the pulsing meat. “Ugh, fuck!” Rocking forward, her raw cock pushed in a swift thrust, balls slapping against the girl’s taint. Her pelvis pressed to Jennie’s own, their bodies heated and enmeshed.

Leaning into the woman’s mouth, Jennie took a kiss, tongues folding and lapping in a sinewy lock. Irene’s dick delved slow, massaging the spongy tissue within the girl’s ripe cunt. “Ah...” The pace was sensual, bated breaths stringing between parted lips. “Uhh.” Wrapping her legs around Irene’s waist, she invited her to plunge deep, and the woman brushed their skin together in turn. Jennie engulfed the rod in essence. Flesh jiggled and torsos curved. Erect nipples poked, rubbing with the soft rock of their frames. 

“Fuck,” Irene croaked, “your pussy feels so tight.” 

At the words, Jennie twitched, cunt molding to cock. The fit was so snug. Each pierce squelched as Irene pumped into the girl’s clenched heat. “Y-Yes,” Jennie mewled, crossing her ankles to tighten their embrace. Passion bloomed in her chest. A tingle rippled up her stomach. Grasping Irene’s shoulders, she bucked up to the driving prick, rigid meat splitting her hole apart. 

“Mmnn.” Irene undulated her hips, cock angled to brush the swollen flesh inside. Her lucent skin smeared with sweat, warm and slippery in Jennie’s grip. Air boiled with their coupling, so provocative she could taste it. The bed disheveled from friction. Pink sheets creased beneath damp limbs. 

“God!” Jennie’s eyes rolled back, delirious bliss slipping through her blood. Her inner wall swelled, Irene’s dick repeatedly hitting that spot. She needed to be fucked over the edge, until her pussy was a torn, cum-drenched mess. “H-Harder!”

Grunting, Irene impaled her cunt in rough strides, lust dripping from every pore. “Ugh.” With each thrust, her groin grazed Jennie’s clit, stirring a rush through the girl’s limbs. Hands planted by Jennie’s head, Irene’s pace quickened, tool plugging her core. Pussy lips split for the girth, vulva red and needy. Rippling on the erection, her rim dragged on the backstroke, tissue thin on the thick chunk. But in a snap, she was plugged back up, mound bulged and walls stretched. 

“Ahh-uh.” Moans slipped from the woman’s lips, falling from a loose jaw. Skin slicked and tapped. Stiff, pink nubs swayed from her chest. She plowed Jennie as if she’d never had sex. As if Jennie was the first slut to spread her legs and beg to be devoured. It was a fantasy Jennie wished was true. Despite our age difference, we both waited for each other. 

“God, Miss Bae.” The girl relished in the weight on top, her teacher’s warm body jerking in a primal craze. Irene’s penis battered her swollen flesh, every ridge and vein felt inside her sensitive cunt. Jennie loved Irene’s cock. She loved how it looked, how it tasted. How it felt nestled inside. 

And for the first time in the girl’s life — through different partners and even romance — she felt whole. Her boyfriend never loved her this good, never fucked her this good. If she could, she’d have all of Irene, all her spirit and all her body. With her cock in her pussy, and her heart belonging to one — Jennie. The girl wasn’t possessive, she was simply in love. 

“This is where you belong,” Jennie panted, eyes dilated, “stuffed, d-deep in my pussy.” Cupping her teacher’s face, she pulled her in, and held a desperate stare. “I’m never letting you go.”

Irene’s gaze grew cold. “What?” Body rigid in Jennie’s caress, she pulled out, dick popping out of the hole. The space stifled, walls inching into a tight square. 

A breathless silence. The girl swallowed, heart tripping a beat. Sharp eyes pressed down on her, void of light. Lean arms set in place, muscles tensed. Did she say something wrong? 

“Hnn.” Squirming, her cunt fluttered, hollow and alone. Her legs slipped from Irene’s back, and flopped to either side. She edged her pussy to the woman’s shaft, desperate to connect. “Please… keep going.” Asscheeks drifted on the bed. Wetness smeared her thigh. Irene’s warm length poked her folds, but her hole needed a helping hand. Trailing between their bodies, she took the cock, and lined it up to her opening. 

But before she could shove it inside, Irene jolted, and flipped the girl on all fours. “Jesus,” she growled, gripping the narrow dip of Jennie’s waist. Hands kneaded her skin, tissue pliant in the woman’s grasp. 

Irene’s firm shaft nudged her entrance. A fission of excitement prickled up her spine. Leaning down on her elbows, Jennie’s back sloped, ass propped up in the air. She utterly submitted, offering her pussy to be ravaged from behind. If she was lucky — her teacher would take her anus by surprise too. “Mmmph!” Thickness penetrated her cunt, surging to the hilt in a pummeling stealth. Her walls melded to the cock, snaring it with all the devotion she had to give. 

“I’m not yours to let go,” Irene snapped her hips, skin slapping against the girl’s ass, “don’t get the wrong idea.”

Propelled forward, Jennie thrashed on the bed, body weightless as she was plunged to the womb. She wanted to thrust back on the woman, to swallow the cock on each outward stroke. But her frame was anchored to the mattress, rendered to a boneless, moaning slut. “Uh-uhnn, ah.” Mouth agape, her gaze fell to the nightstand, yet her vision was blurry from the unrelenting back and forth. A photo frame sat on top, positioned in the center as if it was her pride and joy. Jennie, petite and bright-eyed, with her arms around her boyfriend. Six feet, handsome, broad-shouldered. Lucas Wong. Fuck. Bliss coiled in her gut. Screwing her teacher behind his back felt so right. “Y-You’re so much better than,” her breath caught, “Lucas.”

“Shut up!” Irene’s fingers clutched the back of Jennie’s neck, pushing her top-half to surrender to the bed. The girl’s elbows toppled. Tousled hair melted on the pillow. “Just shut the fuck up.” 

“Uurghh.” Eyes askew, drool seeped from the corner of her mouth, cold as it trickled down her warm chin. Irene’s pelvis tilted, shaft hitting her spongy walls with insistent ruts. Flesh smacked, sweaty and hot and nearly sinking into one. Tension throbbed in Jennie’s gut, pulling close to the point of no return. With a shaky arm, she slid her hand between her thighs, and played with the heat between her thighs. Her swollen cleft split around the rod, blood thudding through the tissue. “Mmm.” Beads of sweat gathered on her forehead. Pleasure rushed to her cunt. Her finger circled her rigid clit, rubbing to a tremor of near-ecstasy. “Hnn, m-make me cum.”

Irene’s rigid penis destroyed the girl’s cunt, aggressively plowing into sopping heat. Abruptly, she yanked a clump of Jennie’s hair, and the girl’s body bent to her will. “Ugh, fuck.” The woman’s dick felt heavenly inside her pussy, meat pulsing and twitching as she fucked Jennie into oblivion. 

“Ah,” she huffed, throat stretched from the pull. Soon, Irene slid her hands to cup Jennie’s ass, and her head fell onto the bed. “Miss Bae! I-” Her finger slipped on her clit, grip slippery from the mess. Irene drilled her mercilessly, prick pointed to the deepest layers of tissue. Her core thudded with the chase of release. Nerves swelled, clit erect and beating with her heart. “God, I’m gonna, I’m gonna-” 

Palpitating, Jennie’s body gave out, release unwinding from her cunt and spiraling through her limbs. “Yes!” she hissed, walls contracting on the darting cock. Liquid slicked from her hole, drenching Irene and sliding down her thigh. “God! It feels so good, unnf!” Biting her lips, her vision grew hazy, spirit lifting to a place beyond existence. Her clit pulsed, twice, thrice, and again until the girl lost count. 

“Holy fuck.” Irene kept fucking, shaft squelching her sodden hole. Jennie wasn’t given a chance to ride out her orgasm to a quiet limbo. Instead, she was rocked on the mattress, hard and fast, until her body trembled and she was building a new peak.

“Mm, you’re gonna make me cum again,” she purred, voice laced in silk. Gaze hooded, she tipped her head on the pillow to watch Miss Bae take her from behind. The bed slammed against the wall, and creaked as the woman seized her heated frame. 

Strands of sweat slipped down Irene’s collarbone, sliding to streak between her breasts. “Ughn!” Gut rolling, she impaled her fervently, searching hands clinging to Jennie’s flesh. Eyes heavy, Irene’s mouth parted, and her face contorted in a primal pleasure. She looked so fucking sexy. “Ugh, ah, I’m close,” she rasped, a blush spreading up her neck. Her scrotum tickled Jennie’s protruded lips, smacking it with the heavy load of precious cum.

“I want your cum,” Jennie’s ass jiggled on Irene’s pelvis, “give it to me.” Fingers dug into the girl’s hips. Irene pulled her back with each rut, pinning the girl’s quivering hole to her crotch. Warmth pressed to Jennie’s backend. Crude groans and rubbed thighs painted the room. Polaroids, band posters, pink pillows — they were all just background props for their thrilling peak. 

She clenched the quilt, fabric bunched. “God! Fuck!” Euphoria flooded her brain. Momentum built in her gut until it pained. And then sharply, her second climax ripped up her frame. “Irene! I’m cumming-“ she moaned, throat hoarse. Her clit thrummed. Waves of ecstasy wound through her veins. Irene’s dick nailed her wet pussy, sloshing through saps of essence. “Ooh.” An aftershock rattled Jennie’s body, and her heart thudded through her neck. 

A puddle of limbs, she collapsed. Sprawled on the mattress, her body sank into the quilt, only hoisted up by the penis impaled through her entrance. “Jennie…” Irene’s dick thickened, and hips jerking, her fucking stuttered to a disjointed rhythm. 

“Mmnn, inside.” Jennie dragged her tongue over her lip. Her past lovers wore condoms, but Miss Bae was different. Her cunt needed to taste the scrumptious treat just like her mouth did. “Hnng.” Grinning, the girl glanced at Irene with a heart in her eye. “Spill y-your cream inside.”

Irene ground her ass. “Uhn, uh, f-fuck,” she groaned, plowing the girl so deep she could rip a new hole. Jaw tightened, she unsheathed, and Jennie’s pussy clenched onto air. Irene vigorously fapped her red and twitching cock. “Ugh, Jennie.” Essence covered her shaft, shiny and sliding into strands. Her length squelched, wet and suctioned, as her mushroom head protruded through the hole in her fist.

“Yes, oh, fuck that’s good.” Body jolting, her eyes snapped shut, and viscous semen split from the tip. Liquid coated Jennie’s hips and lower back, stringing in ropes with the pump of her dick. Irene rolled her hips, and fucked into her grip. Cum oozed, the load sticky and thick, and dripped until empty. “Mmm.” Slowly, she opened her eyes, pupils vivid on pale, blushed skin. 

“Hmm, Miss Bae,” Jennie hummed, happy to be clad in a drizzle of her teacher’s spunk. Reaching her lower back, she drew a dollop of white cream onto her finger, and sucked it eagerly between her lips. Sweet and tasty. “You came so much for me.” 

“Yeah,” Irene croaked, catching her breath. She looked especially radiant in her post-orgasm glow. Red tinted her lips. Lucious hair tousled into a sweaty, erotic mess. Her penis gradually softened, and rested between her shapely thighs. “You milked me dry.” 

Chuckling, Jennie sat on the edge of the bed, cum cooling on her skin. “Technically, you milked yourself dry.” She took a tissue from the bedside, crooked her arm, and wiped her back. “God, you fucked me so hard.” 

A smirk twitched on Miss Bae’s lips. “Anyway,” she turned to pick her clothes from the floor, “I should get going.” 

After-sex simmered through the space, musky and warm. Jennie’s grin grew wide. Her teacher’s ass was round and creamy, painted from the same brush as her toned thighs. The supple flesh cracked as she bent over, exposing a tight, pink pucker. “You’ve got a nice ass.” 

“Huh, thanks,” Irene scoffed, and stretched out her crumpled clothes. Tight underwear clung to her rump, the curve of her bumcheeks peeking out the bottom. 

“Will we do this again?” Jennie soared, heart leaping out of her chest. 

Shuffling up her trousers, Irene thread her belt through the loop, before clipping her bra to her chest. “Sure.”

Doe-eyed, Jennie folded her legs and wrapped her arms around a fluffy pink pillow. “Do you mean it?” 

“I mean it.” Fully dressed, Irene smoothed her creased blouse into her waistband. She sauntered to Jennie’s side, a perfect smile on her lips, and leaned down to capture a kiss. 

— 

The next day, Jennie strutted down the school hall, pride on one shoulder and her boyfriend’s arm around the other. Sleek hair swept across her forehead. Subtle lipstick tinted her lips. She wore a white headband, but it felt like a crown. The floor was made of clouds. Nobody could reach her. 

“You should’ve seen the game,” Lucas started, voice blending with the bustle. Students loitered near lockers, swapping gossip and notes. 

“Yeah,” Jennie nodded, mind wandering. Last night… 

“I scored a goal and then…” 

Lucas was hot, and there was a time when Jennie would’ve done anything to be with him. He had plump lips and a deep, smooth voice. Muscles rippled up his torso and cut into his arms. When he laughed, a cute dimple would poke his cheek. But… 

“That’s nice.” Jennie’s pulse raced as they reached a corner. The staffroom was near. What were the odds she’d catch a glimpse of Miss Bae? They’d share eye contact, intense and knowing, and Irene would bite her lip — confirming their secret.

“What is?”

“Hmm?” 

“Oh, never mind.” Lucas squeezed her shoulder. “So, we were tied, but then…” 

There she was! 

Miss Bae, dressed in a pencil skirt and a red, ruffled shirt. She smiled, an arresting smile that snared Jennie by the heart. A slight wave to her hair, curved around her gorgeous, graceful face. Her lucid skin shimmered, and the hall dimmed in comparison. She stood poised, her gentle hand folded in another… another woman’s. 

Miss Kang. 

The women gazed lovingly at each other. Irene said something and Miss Kang giggled, the smile reaching her striking eyes. She was a few inches taller than Irene, her body lithe beneath a structured suit. When addressed, her face would light up, an earnest warmth in her eye. 

She was the stable foil to Irene’s enigma, and together, they looked fucking perfect for each other. 

“Jennie? Are you listening?” 

Jennie’s blood ran cold, and leaked through the tear in her heart. She fell, hard and fast, from the height of the clouds onto the basic, screechy floor. 

Devastated, she swallowed her tears, and pushed Lucas to a locker. All six feet of him collapsed on the metal, locks banging from the motion. “What are you-” Grasping his face, Jennie crashed her lips to his. And just for Irene’s eyes — she thrust her tongue inside his mouth. 

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Blood Tied

futa!irene x jennie

category: [TW] incest, breeding, hurt comfort

Special thanks to @worldsover​ for edit.

AFF AO3

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With a deep sigh, Irene knocked. A minute passed, and she knocked again.

“Leave m-me alone,” her sister cried, voice broken, muffled behind the bedroom door.

Carefully, Irene held a plate of food in her spare hand. “Jennie, I know you’re feeling down, but you haven’t eaten anything in two days. Please, can I come in?”

“What did you bring?”

“You won’t know unless you let me come in.” Irene hoped her playful tone would elevate the mood. Carefully cut slices of peaches laid on the plate. “But it’s something delicious. And sweet.”

“Okay…” Jennie opened the door. Her eyes were red and glassy, and she pulled up her tank top to wipe at her tear-stained cheek. “Hi.” She offered a small, sad smile.

“Hey.” Irene smiled back kindly. She stepped in her room and laid the plate on the nightstand. “Come and have some.”

Jennie nibbled on the peach slice. “T-Thanks…” She ate a few more slices whole. Sitting beside her sister on the bed, Irene took a quarter of her own. Sweet, tangy, a hint of citrus. “I don’t think I’ll ever be in love again,” Jennie continued as she dropped her head into her hands. Gloom threaded through the air.

“Hmm, what makes you think that?” Irene brought her hand up and stroked her sister’s back. “You’re still young, Jennie. There’s plenty of time left.”

Jennie stared at Irene, tears blurring her eyes. “I trusted him, I gave myself to him, I just…” She leaned into Irene and rested on her shoulder.

“I know, Jennie, it’s okay. I’m here,” Irene said, and warmth poured over her frame. Curling her arm around her sister, she lightly ran her fingers through her hair.

“Can you introduce me to one of your friends?” Jennie giggled through her tears, but it only lasted a moment.

“My friends?” Irene laughed. “Hmm, maybe. But you’re too beautiful and sweet for any of them.”

Jennie hugged her close, arm wrapped around her waist. “Well… you’re too beautiful and sweet for anyone.” As she peeked up, Jennie met Irene’s gaze. They shared a smile. “I feel sorry for whoever you end up with. I won’t make it easy for them.” Jennie cupped Irene’s cheek and stroked her thumb in short circles. “They’ll have to prove they are good enough for you.”

Irene chuckled. “You’re so sweet, Jennie.” Her sister’s caress melted her skin, her touch featherlight. Butterflies burst in her chest, flew up through her body, and dizzied her. “I p-promise you. You’re better off without him.”

Jennie dropped her hand and hitched on a sob. Upon hearing the miserable whimper, Irene’s stomach flipped. “Anyway… I need to confess something,” Jennie whispered, then snuggled into Irene’s side.

“Y-Yes, what is it? You can tell me anything.” Her sister’s face felt warm on her chest.

“We broke up because of you,” she whispered, voice shaking. “Jaehyun started to uhm… never mind.”

“B-Because of me?” Irene frowned. Her heart thrashed in her chest. “No, Jennie. Tell me.”

“Jaehyun used to say stuff, like uhm…” Jennie cleared her throat. “He used to make jokes that you and I were…” She gripped her bare knee and squeezed. Sinking, she became smaller in Irene’s arms. “Okay so, he joked that I was having sex with you behind his back, even though you’re my sister. Finally I told him to shut up, and it led to a fight, and then it got messy and then finally he left me.”

Irene exhaled sharply through her nose. “Why would he say such a thing?” Hair rose on the back of her neck. “Is this because of that one time when he saw us?” Irene paused when her mind flashed back to the memory. “Y-You know what I’m talking about, right?”

Jennie blinked. “When we took a shower together?”

“Yep, uh,” Irene stammered. “And also that time when I kissed you. He saw it, right?”

“Y-Yeah, but I told him it was innocent.” Jennie clutched Irene’s hand. “We kissed because we’re close and we love each other. And we showered because… well, we feel comfortable with each other. It’s nothing weird. But he didn’t understand.”

“Exactly.” Irene tightened their grip, her hand slightly bigger than her sister’s. “He doesn’t know how close we are. How much we love and care for each other. No one does.” Her skin heated up in a frenzy, eyes glued to Jennie’s lips. “H-Hey, Jennie.”

Lightly, Jennie slid her thumb along Irene’s lip. Irene’s pulse throbbed, and her breath caught as Jennie leaned closer. “Do you know what will make me forget about Jaehyun?” the girl purred.

Knots tied and bundled in Irene’s stomach.

“If you give me another innocent kiss,” Jennie whispered into Irene’s ear.

“I want to kiss you too. I want to make you feel better and happy. Even more than your boyfriend ever could.” With her gaze locked onto Jennie and her hands traveling to the back of her sister’s neck, Irene slowly leaned in. She licked her lips and pressed them against Jennie in a wet slide.

Jennie’s mouth parted and latched onto Irene’s bottom lip. She sucked it gently, and Irene moaned as Jennie pushed deeper, firmer. “Mmmn…” This kiss was far from innocent. And if she was being honest, her heart had lost innocence months ago. Irene pressed, tongue pushing through Jennie’s mouth. She groaned at the saccharine flavor of peaches which lingered in her sister’s mouth.

“Irene,” her sister husked. Irene’s mouth watered, and when Jennie pressed their foreheads together, heat crept up Irene’s face. “Okay, I lied. When we took that shower together, I couldn’t stop looking at your cock. I wanted to suck you off so bad. I didn’t even care if Jaehyun saw.” Quickly, she pressed another kiss, and Irene latched, but her sister pulled back. “I know it’s wrong, but it’s been weighing on me and I needed to be h-honest.”

“God, J-Jennie. Me too.” Irene stirred at the confession. Blood rushed to her cock which swelled, hard beneath the fabric. “I know it’s wrong. But I’ve always wanted to feel your pretty little mouth around my cock.”

“Hmnn,” Jennie mewled and palmed the growing bulge. Groaning, Irene arched her back, and her erect cock popped up to tent her pants. “I want this,” her sister whispered, “but are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure,” Irene blurted. The tip of her fingers tingled in excitement. She parted her legs, and a flush spread up her body. Irene had always been Jennie’s greatest support. Whenever Jennie fought with parents or was side-eyed by a peer, she would run into Irene’s arms until calm in her embrace. But now, Irene’s duties as older sibling were tarnished with an erection and a hunger for forbidden release. The only way she’d be calming her sister was with her cock. “Get on the floor and suck me off. P-Please, Jennie.”

As a submissive little sister should, Jennie slowly sank to her knees. Her eyes grew wide. She pulled down Irene’s pants, exposing her underwear. The crown of her mushroom head ridged the cotton. “I can’t believe this is happening,” she hummed. The scent of sex—the musk so intimate and sinful—filled the room. With a finger, Jennie tapped Irene’s penis through the underwear, and she twitched.

“I know. I can’t believe this is happening either.” Hooking her fingers under the band, Irene stripped the undergarment, her cock flinging out of its confines. Her engorged length bobbed and stood like a pole between her thighs. Hand wrapped around the base, she pumped her meat in long strokes.

“Nnnh, Irene.” Jennie darted her tongue; its tip licked up the underside of Irene’s shaft. “This is so wrong. We should stop.” Jennie’s voice was raw and laced with primal lust. It was a vain, futile request. She pressed her nose to the cockhead and held the rod against her face to nuzzle it. Her gentle breath tickled Irene’s sensitive, hot flesh.

“No one has to know.” Angling her rod, Irene rubbed her swollen tip between Jennie’s plump lips.

“Hmm, I love your cock.” Her fingers lightly traced along the shaft.

“Can you take it, Jennie?”

“I’ll try…” Jennie opened her mouth. Though she struggled to take the width, she held eye contact anyway, enough to sink her gaze into Irene, to wordlessly share their incestuous bond. Jennie caressed her sister’s thigh and eased bobbing her head down onto the length. Each inch spread open her mouth wide, until it pressed against her soft palate.

“Ugh, fuck.” Jennie’s mouth was wet and tight, exactly as Irene imagined. Taking her length deeper with each bob, Jennie’s eyes glimmered, vibrant with devotion and a need to please. Or maybe the glimmer was just a tear. “Hmm, Jennie. You’re always pretty, but you look even prettier with my cock in your mouth.” Irene giggled, and leaned back as her sister took care of her cock.

Jennie slobbered on Irene’s forbidden cock which nudged at the back of her throat. Her lips rippled on the girth on each backstroke, and she sucked the tool back into her throat, impaling her face on it. “Mmnn!” Her neck bulged with each gobble.

Spit flew out Jennie’s mouth and splattered onto Irene’s thighs. Holding the girl by her hair, Irene began to slowly thrust in rhythm. “God, y-you take cock so well.” She bucked her hips, plunging her thick meat down the tight hole. Jennie’s hands fell to her sides, and tipping her head back, she offered her neck to be fucked. “Ugh! Fuck yes, Jennie, suck it.” Irene was ruthless. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she used her sister’s mouth. Jennie’s cheeks hollowed while her tight throat clenched, pulsed and contracted around Irene’s girth.

Tears tipped Jennie’s eyes, and she coughed. Breath was a struggle for her, so she tapped Irene’s thigh, pulled back and gasped for air. “The carpet is hurting my knees,” she said hoarsely. Saliva connected her lips to the tip of Irene’s swollen cockhead.

Jennie was ruined. But Irene was too devoured by lust to care. “Lay down on the bed,” she ordered, stroking her cock. Frothy fluid covered her palm in a dirty mess. “I’m not done with your mouth yet.”

Jennie nodded and on wobbly knees, shifted to lay on the mattress. She laid with her head on the pillow to gaze at Irene still standing by the end of the bed. “Where do you want me?” After she crawled down the mattress, she laid on her back, head edging off the bed. “Like this?”

Pride surged to see her younger sister so submissive and under her control. “Yes, like that.” Her heavy ballsack swayed beneath her rigid, teetering cock. With a fistful of her own meat, she slapped against Jennie’s cheeks so that each tap left a stain of saliva. Her organ strained, veins taut and chiseled along her hard flesh. “Tap my thigh if you need to breathe, okay?” Irene plunged herself back inside, cock fully sheathed inside the warm mouth.

“Uh, uhh.” Irene ravaged Jennie’s mouth in quick, restless thrusts down her throat. Jennie rocked her head back when Irene shoved. Balls slapped on her face, the dull taps eliciting a wicked echo in the room. Jennie’s bedroom was now tainted with something forbidden. Even if her sister washed the sheets, cleaned every inch, or got drunk to dull the memory, it didn’t matter. Irene would fuck her sister’s throat and form new memories for years to come.

“Mmph!” Jennie choked on the spearing cock, the flutter lighting an ache in Irene’s groin. Mercilessly, she fucked her face like some common whore and pinned her crotch to her chin. “W—” Jennie muffled on Irene’s rod and tapped her thigh.

“Hmm, what?” Irene immediately relented her cock’s assault, and pulled out, length drenched.

“Wait, I’m getting hot,” Jennie said. Quickly, she stripped off her tank and bra, and her cute, round breasts sat firm on her chest. Irene followed and discarded her own clothes, and her nipples stiffened in the air. Their clothes heaped by the bed. “Okay.” Jennie laid back down in position, and palmed Irene’s cock.

Perhaps she was being too rough, but Irene gave little time for Jennie to recover and penetrated her throat again. A clear bulge outlined the girl’s neck each time she bottomed out. “F-Fuck. I’m so close.” Tightening her hips, she relentlessly battered Jennie’s mouth in chase of her impending orgasm, enough to rock the mattress. Irene cupped the rippling flesh of her sister’s tits and took the peaked tanned nipples between each finger.

Jennie’s tongue flattened like a bed for the underside of Irene’s shaft. Tears dripped down the side of her face, her cheeks flushed red, and nails dug into Irene’s legs. “Uhhg-ugg.” The warm curve of Jennie’s mouth suctioned her taut dick.

Heat spread up Irene’s skin. The bind in her gut quickly unwound. “Urggh!” Thrusts slowing down to a steady roll, Irene lodged herself all the way to the hilt before she sprayed her semen to paint the abused flesh. Prickling trailed over the surface of her skin, and then deeper into the fiber through her limbs. “Ahh.” Her cock twitched violently with each wave of release, fueled by the vibration of Jennie’s groaning throat. The taboo fluid ejaculated in long jets and milked out of the tip until only a drop left.

Holy fuck.

“Mmn.” Irene pulled out of the orifice, cock stained in a mess of saliva and seed. A dribble of white cream leaked out from the corner of Jennie’s swollen mouth.

“Mmmn, Irene.” With hooded eyes, Jennie flipped to lay on her stomach, then perched her head up on her hands. Her pink, wicked tongue lapped up the dribble of cum around her lips.

“Hmm.” Soon after, Irene crashed on the bed beside her, and her spent cock flopped against her thigh. “That was great. You took me so well.” A stray drip of semen lingered on the seam of her sister’s lips, and Irene wiped it away.

Jennie smiled. Her sweet, gummy smile flashed, one that Irene always adored. “Still so big,” she said, holding the heaviness of her flaccid dick. “I want it inside.”

“I’ve wanted to have sex with you for so long Jennie. It was a deep secret of mine.”

Darkly, Jennie crept over to Irene and straddled her waist. Irene’s pupils blew. “Don’t you want to fuck your sister’s tight…” her voice lowered, “forbidden cunt, right now?”

Despite the temptation, Irene hesitated. Her lost eyes stared up at the ceiling. “I-I don’t know.” Her fingers trailed up to Jennie’ face, as she parted bruised lips to press her thumb into the girl’s mouth. “Fucking you in there… it seems…” Pausing, she shook her head in disapproval. “But you can still suck me anytime you want.”

—

Irene pushed past a bustle of people to search for her sister and a way out. A typical college party, with the floor sticky and the air pungent with cheap alcohol. Irene hated parties. The loud music, flashing lights, disorder. She was only here to look over Jennie and make sure the girl wasn’t getting herself into trouble as she usually did.

“Hey,” Jennie said. Irene turned to find her sister tugging on her sleeve. Chatter and loud dance music boomed through the house and dimmed Jennie’s quiet voice. “Let’s go, can you drive?”

“Yeah, let’s get out of here.” Holding her by the hand, Irene hid a smile as she dragged her through the chaos towards the exit. “How much did you drink?”

“Not much, maybe three drinks?” Jennie chuckled, squeezing her hand.

“Not much compared to your usual,” Irene teased. The air outside was glacial. However, with her hand tightly gripped by her sister, warmth spread up her arm and throughout her torso. “Do you want to go somewhere?”

Jennie poked her chin, lost in thought. “Remember the lookout we used to go to?”

“You mean that place where we can get a good view of the city?”

“Yeah, and there was a creek near it too.”

“Of course, I remember.” With a smile, Irene motioned Jennie to the car. The vehicle roared loudly when the engines started. “Been a while since we last went.”

“Let’s go there and talk like we used to,” her sister whispered. Jennie’s lithe fingers stroked a dark lock around her own ear.

“Sure, good thing it’s not too dark.” Hands clutched onto the steering wheel, Irene drifted out the parking lot. Full speed, she darted the vehicle towards the street. Each bump and turn against the asphalt vibrated through her carseat. The night breeze passed through the gap in the car window and brushed against her skin.

Her eyes were locked onto the road ahead, but she could feel the observant gaze of Jennie on her throughout the ride. The attention from her sister felt empowering. Unable to resist, she placed her free hand on Jennie’s thigh to massage the soft flesh. “Hmm, Jennie. You know what I’d like right now?”

Jennie bit her lip. The passing lights cascaded over her profile. “A blowjob?” She chuckled darkly, a rasp in the breath.

“Mhm,” Adrenaline pumped through Irene’s veins and induced a shiver. “You’re such a smart girl.”

“Isn’t that a bit dangerous?” Jennie asked. Though hesitation riddled her voice, her body unconsciously leaned over to the driver’s seat, towards Irene’s crotch.

“We’ll be fine.” Impatient, Irene squirmed, her thighs parted slightly. A bulge crept beneath her jeans as her meat hardened in anticipation. “At least until we arrive there.”

“Promise me you’ll keep your eyes on the road,” Jennie husked, then unclipped the seatbelt straining her neck. She carefully zipped open Irene’s pants and cupped the jutting underwear. “Mnnn, my sister has such a beautiful cock,” Jennie purred, pulling down the cotton. Her rigid cock sprang free and tapped her sister’s cheek. The girl pressed a loving kiss to the tip and parted her mouth to engulf the head.

“Uhh,” Irene released a guttural grunt when wetness latched around her tip, her groin throbbing from the sensation. Having Jennie give her a blowjob while she drove was probably not the smartest idea, but she couldn’t care less when her sister’s wet mouth wrapped around her cock.

Pumping the length, Jennie sucked the bulbous head into her mouth. Her tongue flicked around the crown, saliva smearing the swollen flesh. “Uhg!” She slurped her cock deeper, until the rigid meat pressed the back of her throat.

“God, you get b-better at sucking cock everyday, ugh,” Irene moaned, hips thrusting to match the rhythm. Jennie’s position strained, body bent awkwardly over the console. The musky smell of sex—of her throbbing cock, of Jennie’s dripping hole—pervaded in the small car. “Jesus. How are you this wet already?”

Unable to speak, Jennie hummed sinfully as she smothered the rigid length with spit. Bubbles slided out the crevice of her mouth. “Mmph.” Fingers gripped the veiny width, tighter now, and Jennie jerked Irene, before taking the length whole. Neck bulged, her sister choked, nose pressed against her groin.

“F-Fuck.” One hand on the wheel, Irene placed the other on top of Jennie’s head. Her fingers curled to grab onto a bundle of her brown locks, as she guided the girl up and down her shaft using the makeshift handle. With each thrust, her sister gagged louder, throat tightening around her member in warm hold.

“Uegh.” After a minute, Jennie popped her cock out and jerked her off. With her spare hand, she cupped and caressed her balls, tongue stuck out to tease the tip.

Irene’s face contorted in pleasure, mouth loose and eyebrows drawn. Her penis twitched, begging to be milked. The pleasure was simply too much to handle—she wasn’t even sure how she was able to stay steady on the road with her sister skillfully milking her cock.

“Cum on my tongue,” Jennie croaked, as if she could sense the approaching climax. The veiny meat throbbed in Jennie’s palm, hot and swelling in size. “Mmm.” Jennie drooled on the engorged tip. “Paint me.”

Shifting the gear, Irene swerved and parked at the side of the road, the streets dark and empty. Her vision was hazy, limbs jittery. Without a single care, she took her hand off the wheel to pin Jennie down to her crotch. “Mnn, Jennie, I-I’m cumming.” A burst of semen exploded out the tip. Teeth clenched in bliss, Irene emptied herself inside the wet mouth.

“Hnnn!” Jennie gagged on the dick plugging her throat, lips rippling on the squelching meat. The imagination of her viscous, incestuous cum sliding down to her sister’s gut infilitrated her mind. Jennie slid up with a pop, and Irene’s shiny flesh flipped to her thigh.

“Hmm, perfect timing.” As she rode out her orgasm with small bucks, Irene panted. “We’re here.”

“I think I’m addicted,” Jennie said and smacked her lips together. With a soft chuckle, she rose to Irene’s face, and kissed her. A strand of cum still bubbled on Jennie’s tongue, so she parted her mouth, and thrust it between Irene’s lips.

Irene received it enthusiastically. The wet latch of their heated kiss echoed in the small compartment, lips pressing and connecting with fervor.

“See? You taste…” Jennie pulled away slightly and lowered her voice, “so amazing.”

By twisting her tongue, Irene lapped at the viscous fluid to savor her own flavor. Jennie was right. Mixed with the taste of her sister’s saliva, it tasted so good. “Well, you can have it whenever you want,” she teased, poking her nose teasingly. Perhaps it was the bit of alcohol in her, but Jennie looked so alluring, her cheeks pink and gaze seductive. The sight was enough to make Irene hard once again.

Outside, the bright moon lit up the sky, and casted a silvery glow onto the grass. “Is there a blanket in the car?” Jennie stroked her hair. “Let’s watch the stars.”

“There should be a blanket in the trunk,” Irene replied, as she stepped out of the car. Her messy fingers fidgeted to zip up her pants. “Let’s go lie down on the grass.” She found a cozy spot on the grass, and Jennie followed with the blanket from the trunk. They laid it out and stood by the view. Beyond the lookout, the cityscape blurred in a scatter of lights.

Cool air grazed Irene. She quickly stroked her arms, fingers splayed to cover skin, and noticed Jennie doing the same. Like only a big sister knew how, Irene embraced her with warmth and safety.

“Hmm, Irene,” Jennie hummed, tipping her head to nuzzle into Irene’s neck. “Keep me warm.” Turning to face her, Jennie wrapped her arms around Irene and held her close. Irene felt her sister’s heart beat. “Jaehyun was at the party, did you see?” she started, mumbling into Irene’s chest. “His new girlfriend too. They both gave me dirty looks the whole time.”

Irene stroked the back of her neck, skin smooth beneath her fingertips. “No, I didn’t see. Is that why you left early?” she asked and creased her brows.

“I-I can’t get over it.” Jennie’s voice cracked.

A pang tightened in Irene’s chest. Jennie looked so dejected. As a caring sister, Irene would do anything to make her feel better. “Don’t be upset, Jennie. He wasn’t worth it. Plus, you have me now.” She chuckled lightly and felt her sister thaw in her arms. “I’ll take care of you. I’ll love you in ways that Jaehyun has never done before. And most importantly, I’ll make you feel special.” Irene smiled at her sister, and leaned in to peck her soft cheek.

“I love you, Irene.” Jennie gazed into Irene’s eyes, as if she could see the tether that bound their blood. She knelt to the ground, and patted the blanket for Irene to follow. “I feel special with you.”

On her back, Irene stretched out and smiled at the constellation in the sky. “I love you too, Jennie.” They both laid on the blanket, huddled together for warmth. A sentimental air swept over them. Irene would never leave her sister. Their unconditional love, in kin, lust, and romance, would never die.

“Irene.” Propped up on her palm, Jennie traced a line over Irene’s shirt. “I think,” she stalled, “it’s time. Don’t you agree?”

Jennie sounded so heartfelt and cute, but deep down, Irene knew how taboo the request was. After all, she knew exactly what Jennie wanted—the girl had been asking for it almost everyday. “J-Jennie,” she mumbled, stumbling on her words. To be honest, Irene wanted it too. Throughout the week of constant oral sex, she had always wanted to know what it felt like to take the girl in her tight cunt. It was such a forbidden thought to have, but Irene craved to release her seed deep inside her sister’s womb. “Are you sure about this?”

“Yes, I’m sure.” Jennie pressed into Irene, her weight shifting on top. Her blouse ruffled on Irene’s. “The fact you’re my sister…” She parted her legs, and straddled Irene’s waist. “That only makes me want it more.” Jennie was a naughty girl, chasing the allure of forbidden desire. But so was Irene. She knew the guilt might one day catch up to her, and if anyone found out, they’d be outcast or forced to separate. For now, Irene discarded the risk and ignored the shame. It was futile anyway. Her heart and body needed one thing—her sister’s cunt, unprotected and raw, smothering her hard cock and milking her of seed.

“Hmnn.” Her penis throbbed, underwear tight with girth. Irene felt Jennie’s heat through her pants. “Mnn,” she grunted and lowered her hands to hold her sister by the waist. Her fingers drifted down to grasp Jennie’s plump cheeks, covered by fabric yet warm in her palm.

“Please, Irene.” Slowly, Jennie rolled her hips, and Irene’s jaw slackened from the friction on her cock. Pleasure spread down her legs. “Please make love to me.”

God, she needed it. There was no turning back. “I want it too. You don’t know how much I’ve wanted to fuck and impregnate you.” Although her words came out bold, Irene’s porcelain cheeks reddened at her own lewd confession. Her rising erection poked the girl’s crotch.

“Impregnate me… oh my god.”

Irene took one last glance around her surroundings. There was no one else around. It was now or never. “Take your shorts off,” she ordered. “And take my pants off too.”

“You mean it?” Leaning up, Jennie pulled off her shorts and panties. “I want you to breed me,” she husked, voice edged with sin, eyes dark. She slipped off Irene’s pants and freed the rigid cock. The night air tickled her length, alert and upright between her legs. Irene smelled their musk: tangy, ripe with lust. “God.” Jennie’s knees parted, and she settled above Irene. One by one, Jennie picked at the buttons of her blouse, until the fabric drifted by her sides. Her skin washed with the glimmer of moonlight.

Irene stirred, and a hot shiver spread through her body. She ripped off Jennie’s blouse and bra, and then her own, until they were both bare. A shadow drifted across Jennie’s face, cast from the flutter of thick lashes over defined bedroom eyes.

“Ugh, fuck.” Jennie reached down to her pussy which was a mere inch away from the straining rod, before she split open her smooth lips. Red, wet flesh parted, hole clenching and clit erect. “Have a look at it, it’s all yours.” She gently gyrated, hips circling, and her succulent pussy slid along the underside of Irene’s shaft. “We shouldn’t be doing this. But I don’t care. I want you.”

“Fuck, y-yes.” Irene gave her sister a firm smack on Jennie’s asscheeks, the strike strong enough to leave a red handprint on the porcelain skin. “Your pussy is all mine. I own it now.” This was so wrong. But Irene had lost all her sanity and it was far too late to turn back now. Eyes glued to the glistening cunt, she released a hot breath, and her jaw dropped in pure lust. Irene needed to connect with her sister and become one, so she arched her back and circled her hips in rhythm, her cock throbbing in an urge to penetrate the wetness.

“Ah, f-fuck.” With a sharp groan, she thrust her hips, inching her head into her sister’s cunt. Tingling pleasure instantly flooded her body. Jennie had the tightest pussy she had ever fucked. Instinctively, she interlocked fingers with her sister, then she pulled to help the girl lower herself down the thick length. “I’m going to breed you and make a little me deep inside your cunt.”

Jennie’s hole stretched, tight around the cock. Elation flooded Irene and lifted her to the ether. Jennie slowly lowered down on her hard penis, and Irene felt her adjust to her size. Irene delved deeper, until her sister’s warm cunt molded to her shape. “Hnn.” Each ridge, vein, brushed against her walls. Devotion bloomed in Irene’s chest. They were one. Connected by flesh and familial blood. Irene’s secret wishes had come true.

“You feel so good,” Irene groaned, eyelids twitching as she struggled to keep them open.

Straddling her pelvis, Jennie took the full length into her cunt, her chest heaving with each inch. Irene felt Jennie’s spongy flesh pound with blood and flex when she pressed deeper inside. Their palms tightened as their union strengthened. “What will our baby look like? Will they have your eyes?” Jennie asked as she remained seated with only a slight sway, held upright by the rod impaled in her petite body.

“Hmm, our baby will have your beautiful feline eyes. Oh, and also your gorgeous, gummy smile.” Heated pressure enveloped Irene’s rigid cock and flutters arose in her chest. Head tipped back, she rolled her hips and gazed at the stars above. “You feel so amazing. I wish we could stay like this forever.” Releasing her grip, Irene slid her right hand across her sister’s stomach. “We’ll make a baby in here.” Gently, she pressed against Jennie’s firm abdomen, below her navel. She could almost feel the outline of her cock lodged deep inside. “Inside your little womb.”

“Hnnh,” Jennie groaned and lifted her hips until the engorged tip was poking her hole. Hand on Irene’s chest, she sank back down. “Please fuck me.” Heat pooled in Irene’s stomach. Her thick cock split Jennie’s tight hole apart. Cunt stuffed, she slowly started to bounce and took Irene’s girth like the good sister she was. “Am I doing good?” Jennie asked as she held Irene’s gaze.

“Yeah, you’re doing good, Jennie. K-Keep it up.” Irene watched as her sister bounced on her cock, her cute tits swaying with each bounce. Just from her expression, she could tell Jennie was struggling to take her in. The girl was small, nothing compared to her huge girth. The sight of Jennie so determined to handle Irene’s full length stirred a dark desire within her. She wanted to know how far Jennie would go to please her.

“Get on your feet and squat on my dick.” Irene held her sister’s thighs and lifted her to position. Cold air brushed her rod, the skin coated with essence. “All the way down and back up. Don’t stop. Show me how well you can take me.”

Once crouched on her feet, Jennie steadied herself over her cock, pussy hovering near the tip. “Mmnn.” Jennie guided Irene’s shaft to her hole and with a mewl, buried the cock in her tight flesh. “Ah! I-Irene.” Her voice cracked, raw with arousal.

“So t-tight,” Irene growled. A twinge pulled in her groin. When Jennie’s tight cunt bulged and then hollowed, fluid squelched with each buck.

“I-I’ll show you… h-how… good I can… f-fuck.” Jennie bounced up and down, and her hands leaned back to anchor herself for the quickening pace. Her legs spread, and swollen, wet tissue stretched wide. As Jennie fucked herself onto Irene, her knees jerked from the constant, rapid rhythm while her body undulated and rippled from her stomach to her breast. “God! Irene, we’re made for each other.”

“Fuck! Y-Yes we are. Your pussy is the perfect fit for my cock.” Ecstasy crept up Irene’s frame, lit from the friction around her. Sweat coated her neck and dripped between her breasts. Each time Jennie sunk down on Irene so that her engorged head brushed the womb, she shivered.

“Hnn, touch me,” Jennie begged.

Irene slid her fingers and played with her sister’s clit, before she dropped back down to grip her thighs. “We’re going to fuck everyday from now on. I’m going to turn you into my whore.” Teeth clenched in determination, she began to pump aggressively, rhythm fast and erratic. Essence poured out the hole ruined from the brutal pounding, stained the blanket below and splattered onto her thigh. “Your pussy will always feel empty.”

“I-I’m already y-your whore.” Jennie whimpered, breath stuttered. With a downstroke, she circled her hips, before raising back up to the tip. “Uh, it feels like I’ve…” She sloped back and her chest heaved. “Like I’ve lost my mind.” Her clit protruded from the hood, cresting the rapid sheath of Irene’s throbbing cock.

Jennie struggled to support herself as her wrist bent and her knees wobbled. “Fuck.” Her hand slipped, which disjointed the frantic pace. Irene nudged out of the hole.

“Hng,” Irene growled, body on edge from their broken connection. Cold air surrounded her, yet her body only rose in temperature, breath feverish. “Hurry up and put it back in.”

“Sorry,” Jennie mumbled and shifted to perch on her knees by Irene’s hips. Caressing the cock, she slicked her arousal over it, flesh glossy under the soft light. “Oh, f-fuck.” After Jennie prodded the dick along her vulva, she sat and swallowed the entire length back into her hole.

“You look so beautiful with my cock inside you,” Irene said, words slow and heavy. Sweat beaded on her forehead, jet black hair messy and entangled. “And so dirty.” Watching her sister ride her with frenzy was so arousing—the girl looked like nothing but a mindless sex doll made to fit her cock. “Mmn, come here.” Irene groaned and lunged her upper body forward to meet Jennie’s chest. With her sister anchored to her lap, they fucked in deep, passionate strokes.

“J-Jennie, I’m close.” A sudden flush of warmth radiated from her groin. Irene reached behind and squeezed Jennie’s ass, toying with the puppy flesh to part the crack. “Hnn, just kiss me.” Lips only inches apart, she closed the gap and thrust her tongue inside her sister’s mouth and deposited a glob of saliva.

Tongues entwined as they swallowed each breath. “Mmmn.” Lips bruised and swollen, like the swell of Jennie’s folds. Their bodies meshed, stiff nipples poked, skin slapped with heat and sex. Irene held Jennie tight, and as she thrusted, the girl rode her in time.

“Uh-uhg! Fuck, I-” They fucked beyond the present, beyond reality and into euphoria. They were complete. “Oh, Irene,” her sister gasped. With a final grind against her groin, Jennie unraveled in her arms. “Fuck! Oh God!” Jennie’s core convulsed around Irene with clenching walls. She tensed, and her fervid body trembled in Irene’s hands, so she clung to Irene’s shoulders and rocked back. As her back arched, her neck elongated, skin flushed and taut.

In chase of her own climax, Irene speared ruthlessly into the fertile cunt, the swollen tissue which milked her cock to the point of no return. Mouth hung open, her brain grew hazy and rapture swept her. “Fuck! Take it!”

“Please! Breed me, Irene,” Jennie moaned. She crashed on Irene’s chest, body still twitching with aftershock.

“Uhh, shit!” With a stab to the cervix, Irene released the pressure in her groin. Bliss gripped her, and as her hips stuttered and her eyes rolled back, she emptied herself. Waves of virile semen poured out her tip and flooded the heated cavern. Irene clenched onto Jennie’s ass, then drove her nails into the skin. She had just fertilized her own sister’s womb. Power coursed through her veins at the realization and so did a protective instinct, beyond what she’d ever felt for her sister before.

“Mmm, J-Jennie,” she groaned, firmly pulling the girl closer to her body. Body drained, she dumped the last bit of semen inside the wrecked cunt then pulled out, prick spent and softened. “Did you like that?”

“I loved it.” Jennie flopped onto Irene, which smeared their bodies in sweat and post-sex warmth.

Broken breath steadied in unison and connected with the tranquil air.

Jennie pressed a gentle kiss to Irene’s lips. “And I promise you I won’t ever regret it.” As Jennie cupped Irene’s face, her eyes pierced, gaze potent beyond the drooping rest of her eyelids. “We’re tied.”