The Real Sex Rally
The hotel.
The moment we arrived, I had her change right away.
"I... put it on and came."
The same dog cosplay outfit she'd tried on back at the shop. But unlike earlier, a flicker of embarrassment now colored her face. She knew exactly why she'd been brought here. She just kept staring up at me like a mutt desperate to take a dump.
"How do I look?"
"Suits you."
"Really?"
"But something important's missing."
"?"
I brushed a light kiss across her lips, then settled my hand on her ass. She flinched. The outfit left so much skin bare that my palm met nothing but warm flesh.
Enough meat on her to make groping worthwhile.
She was still playing coy. That clumsy little kiss of hers was practically begging for my sadism. Fine. I'd give her exactly what she wanted. The hand roaming her ass slid down to her thigh.
"Kyaa!"
I hoisted her clean off the floor and carried her to the bed. She didn't thrash—just hung there obediently.
Weight's perfect.
After getting jumped by that oversized girl recently, I'd been craving something compact I could manhandle however I liked.
Thud!
I dumped her onto the mattress and yanked away the cosplay piece covering her lower half.
"Wait—wait a second…!"
Sexy underwear appeared. She locked her thighs, trying to keep them shut.
Not a chance.
Normally she wouldn't have stood a chance. That crazy bitch's lust—and the raw power in her calves—was anything but ordinary. I forced her legs open. Underwear gone, her pussy greeted the world.
"Curious where the tail goes?"
"Well… yeah…"
"Oppa’ll finish the cosplay for you."
"Eek!"
The junction came into view too. Mysteries of the human body—slide it in and suddenly you've got a tail.
Mmm. Nice.
Human dog, complete. Exterior was decent enough.
"Ming's Oppa's girl, right?"
"Yes… that's right."
"Then you'll do whatever Oppa wants?"
"Hah—I will!"
Inside, she was already finished. A gentle scratch under the chin and she answered on cue.
She does this all the time anyway.
Dog impressions. Yoo-min's main content. Probably why the hardcore fans dumped star balloons on her.
"Woof woof! Bark bark!"
I'd tossed those balloons expecting exactly this. Things were going so smoothly I might actually end up with a pet of my own.
Always wanted a dog.
If those hardcore fans saw this, their eyes would roll back in their skulls. No one had outspent me, so it couldn't be helped.
"Good girl."
"Did I do good?"
"From now on you answer only with woof or bark. Ming's Oppa's dog, after all."
"Woof woof!"
I needed a woman for the special stuff too. Couldn't pull this with the schoolgirls.
Internet whore's still a whore.
I'd paid, so it was fine. Toss her some luxury goods now and then and keep her running.
"Turn around."
"Woof?"
"Don't know doggy? A dog gets fucked like a dog."
"Woof woof!"
That fleshy ass settled right in front of me. I slipped a finger in to the first knuckle and stirred gently. Mild disappointment. Hair not trimmed properly, and she wasn't all that wet.
Tastes a little like piss, too.
Twenty-three. Still young. Figured a female cam would know how to maintain herself—shame. Still usable, though.
I freed myself, lined up at the entrance, and drove in with my full weight. One clean thrust always got the best reactions out of a woman.
"Ah! Aaah!!"
"Say woof."
"It hurts! It fucking hurts!"
A bit much. She was thrashing like a lunatic. Female cams usually prided themselves on reactions, but…
This feels a little too real…
I checked between her legs just in case. The red smear wasn't my imagination.
"Augh!"
I eased out a fraction and pushed back in. The way she reacted, it wasn't just size.
A virgin? For a female cam of all people—and she's throwing a fit over it!
I'd sworn never to get blood on my hands again. And here I was, making the same mistake.
"Hey."
"Wh-why… it hurts so bad…"
"Spread your legs. Before it tears."
Different from Suhyun, though. I'd paid. She'd agreed.
Call it missing from the product description.
She didn't look capable of revenge anyway. Hell, she'd be the one panicking. If anything went wrong, the female cam was the one in trouble. Scandal? Broadcast career over. Forget marrying rich—she'd lose her job entirely.
Squelch!
I shoved the half-withdrawn length back home. The tight passage forced itself wider.
"Aaah!"
Still hurt like hell, apparently. A place sealed shut her whole life had just been split open—fair enough.
At least make the moans a little cuter.
No mental bandwidth left for that. Once I dumped the first load, everything else would sort itself out.
Squelch!
Squelch!
I thrust. For a first-timer the grip wasn't anything special.
Pretty sure I know why.
I'd been groping her the whole way here. Soft flesh, zero sign of exercise.
Tok, tok!
Top came off too. Breasts weren't nearly as impressive as they looked on stream. Not padded, but she'd definitely been pushing them together. The flesh itself…
Soft as hell.
People always obsess over size. C-cup, D-cup—so what? The real issue isn't just being huge. I squeezed hard. Pain elsewhere must have short-circuited her; the spasms in her ass paused for a second.
"Ah… it hurts…"
"Relax. Unclench that ass."
"Aaaah!"
"And I told you to woof."
No firmness at all. Soft enough that the shape changed under my fingers. Breasts came in two basic types: glandular and fatty. Yoo-min was pure fat—literal lumps of adipose. Stripped bare they sagged, formless.
The real rare ones are glandular.
Actual milk-producing tissue. Properly developed, it held shape on its own. Pretty contour, insane elasticity—breasts that actually felt good to work over.
"Woof woof! Woof woof! Huff huff…"
This was a write-off. One light squeeze and they spread like dough.
Pussy's adapting, at least.
Piston thrusts no longer sent her into hysterics. Pain was becoming familiar.
Squelch!
Squelch!
Brand-new, so it still had its charms. The ridges inside had never felt a human hand. I clamped a palm over her noisy mouth and simply enjoyed the raw texture.
Hah… tens of millions of won for one load.
Sage time was creeping in. I'd spent it for fun, but waste was still waste.
"Ming."
"Yes—no, woof woof!"
"Oppa got a little worked up. Mind if we keep going?"
"Woof woof!"
One round wasn't enough to settle anything—not the cock, not the irritation of a pointless purchase.
Gotta get my money's worth.
I crushed her breasts in both hands. Kneading them coaxed out a slightly cuter moan. Hard again. I wiped the mess with wet tissues and started round two.
Thrust!
Thrust!
Smoother than the first. Once I found a rhythm and eased into it, Yoo-min started responding like she was actually feeling it.
She's old enough to know the score.
No way she didn't understand female pleasure. I worked the spots she seemed to like with deliberate care.
"Woof!"
Twisted her clit too. Similar to her usual masturbation, yet completely different.
Looks like she likes it well enough.
Pleasure was pleasure no matter who delivered it. Her nerve endings sent honest feedback. She shuddered hard. Probably came. Seemed the quiet type when she touched herself alone.
Smooch!
I kissed her while every inch of her was still hypersensitive, then unloaded a clean second shot. Her eyes flew wide. The heat flooding her might have felt alien, but not unpleasant. I'd never met a woman who hated it.
Depends on who's doing the fucking, sure.
This was what she'd wanted. Once she learned how good sex could taste, she'd only want more.
"Woof woof! Huff huff…"
Even after I pulled out she kept her ass pushed back toward me. The ruined hole fluttered open and shut. Whatever shape it had before was gone. Messing a girl up this thoroughly always felt rewarding.
Properly fucked her raw.
She lay face-down on the bed, panting like an actual dog. The resemblance sparked a faint attachment. Slap! I cracked her ass. Once more. She whimpered like it hurt.
Well, unless she's already a full-blown pervert…
A girl who'd been a virgin five minutes ago wasn't going to get off on a spanking. But we had time.
"Shake that ass."
"Woof woof!"
"That's it. Oppa's gonna fuck Ming's dog-cunt again."
"Woof♡"
Might as well make the pet dog properly dog-like if I was going to keep her.
Speaking of which—this tail.
It was the kind that went in the back hole. Not thick, but for a first-timer it could still be a lot—especially before the front had even been opened. I felt a twinge of pity for Yoo-min.
"Woof! Woof woof!"
I gave her good sex this time. Matched her tempo, gently worked every sweet spot.
She's got talent for it, honestly.
Plenty of girls hated doggy. Semi-forced or not, she was doing it. No—she was enjoying it. A light tug on the tail and the inner grip improved.
"Ming's a real bitch, huh."
"Woof…"
"Want Oppa to keep you forever? Be Oppa's pet dog?"
"Woof woof!"
Plenty of masochist in her too. Raise her right and she'd make an excellent pet.
She might be misunderstanding what that actually means…
No need to explain right now. First soothe the body that was already craving more.
Squelch!
Squelch!
I drove deep, minimal movement, just grinding against the far wall.
Grip the belly tight…
Every jolt transmitted straight through. Any woman would cum inside a minute like that. She convulsed. Couldn't even moan or bark—just ragged breathing. Slap! Slap! Even the ass-smacks got no reaction; she was that far gone. Completely finished. I dumped another load, filling her with sticky heat, marking the territory as mine.
"Ming."
"Huff huff… bark!"
"Oppa likes meeting in person better than watching streams. Don't want to mess up Ming's broadcasts either."
"Woof woof?"
Playing with a female cam was fun—the act of dragging her out of the monitor and into real life.
Cam-room atmosphere always feels a little off, though.
Playing the big-shot chairman wasn't my style. I just wanted the tastiest cut, nothing more.