Space Warp 3: The News Anchor's Fall
Baek Ji-yun's legs trembled faintly inside her crisply pressed skirt.
Every time my fingers traced the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh, she clenched the script in her hands and barely managed to swallow a scream. She was trying to shake off my touch, but a live broadcast forbade any reaction at all. All she could do was keep from showing it.
Her expression, though, was beginning to change. Above the desk she was still the intellectual, ice-cold news anchor. Below it, even she could feel her body melting under a naked intruder's hands.
"Hah— haah... in order to minimize... market disruption..."
The ends of her sentences were dissolving more and more into wet moans. The studio staff exchanged glances, assuming it was a technical glitch — but Baek Ji-yun knew. The hot hands working between her legs were no hallucination.
I pressed my fingers against her most private place through her underwear. It was already soaked through with heat, the tension of being on air mixing with the thrill of something utterly forbidden.
"Alright, Ji-yun. Time to let the whole country hear that filthy voice of yours."
I rose behind her chair, angling myself so the cameras wouldn't catch me, and whispered against her ear — just loud enough for her alone.
Baek Ji-yun's pupils trembled violently with terror and pleasure. She couldn't turn around. But a professional was a professional. Even then, she pressed on with the next line of the script, teetering on the edge of a broadcast disaster.
"Ah...! Th-this... next story is..."
Her voice was splitting apart. From behind, still out of the camera's view, I lightly stroked her earlobe while my other hand slipped in from below and found her breast. Her skin was burning. Her heartbeat thrashed as if it might burst.
The news was down to its final segment. At the critical moment, with the camera's RED LIGHT trained directly on her face, I pressed my hardened cock into her hand.
"Until this broadcast is over, use this to make me feel good. Otherwise... I'll walk right out in front of the cameras."
Baek Ji-yun's face flushed crimson with shame in an instant. She had no choice left. To keep a naked man from bursting onto the air in front of tens of millions of viewers, she carefully reached under the desk and wrapped her hand around my cock.
Unlike the refined lips reading the news, the desperate way her hand worked me under the desk was obscenely sensual. I watched her trembling eyes in silence, building toward climax in the electric thrill of a live broadcast.
"That concludes today's news. Thank you for watching."
Baek Ji-yun's closing line barely slipped out between her quivering lips. The moment the red light above the camera went dark and the studio's sign-off music filled the air, she gasped for the breath she'd been holding and gripped the desk tight.
"Anchor Baek, are you alright? Your voice sounded terrible just now..."
Staff members with worried faces came through the darkened lighting, approaching her one by one. Terrified they'd discover me crouched between her legs under the desk, Baek Ji-yun waved them off, her face gone white.
"N-no, I'm fine! I just... I got a little anemic all of a sudden. You've all worked hard, so please go home. I-I'll rest a bit, then wrap up and leave myself!"
At her sharp insistence, the staff packed up their equipment with puzzled looks and filed out of the studio one by one.
The heavy soundproof door closed. The lavish main lights went dark, leaving only the work lights. In the empty studio, a heavy silence settled.
Only then did Baek Ji-yun sweep her sweat-damp, disheveled bangs back and look down at me crouched beneath the desk.
"Who... who are you? How did you even get in here... like this..."
Her gaze passed over my face and settled on my naked cock, standing threateningly even in the darkness under the desk. The hot, pulsing sensation that had been in her hand only moments ago now stood before her as a physical reality, and that intellectual face flushed with bewilderment and shame. The neatly fastened buttons of her navy jacket rose and fell precariously with her ragged breathing.
More than any relief at having finished the live broadcast, she was overwhelmed by the predatory aura radiating from this unknown man who had invaded the heart of a tightly secured broadcasting station — naked. She couldn't even take a step back. She could only stare.
I slowly rose, shedding the darkness beneath the desk. My completely naked body gleamed copper under the cold work lights, and my cock, veins standing taut, came threateningly close to her face. Baek Ji-yun sucked in a breath at the overwhelming male presence filling her vision and leaned back in her chair.
"Ji-yun, you're really something. Those refined lips... they're wasted on just reading the news."
I gently lifted her chin and looked straight into those captivating eyes — a mix of panic and heat. The woman who'd stood so confidently before tens of thousands of viewers was trembling like a lamb before my naked body.
My voice echoed low against the empty studio walls. Baek Ji-yun's gaze flicked back and forth between my eyes and the thing standing at attention, trembling violently. Her intellect and reason were holding on by a thread against a wave of instinct.
She bit her lip, let out a ragged breath, and finally tore down the defenses she'd kept so tightly shut.
"I... I don't even know why I'm doing this..."
She lowered her flushed face and hesitated for a long moment, then, as if she'd made up her mind, dropped to her knees on the floor. She had been raised to be modest and proper — but somewhere deep inside, a desire to thoroughly break from her stifling life had finally opened its eyes.
As she knelt, her crisply pressed navy skirt scraped against the floor with a rustle, and the hair that had been the very emblem of an intellectual news anchor fanned out near my thighs.
"But just once... if really no one will know... it should be alright... right?"
She looked up at me with a pleading expression, then carefully wrapped her faintly trembling hand around my cock. In the cold studio, the heat of her palm sent a jolt racing through my entire body.
"That's it, Ji-yun. Do whatever you want."
At my permission, Baek Ji-yun swallowed hard and began to slowly move the hand wrapped around me, her fingers trembling faintly. Those refined fingers, which usually only delivered perfect sentences, wandered over my cock, its veins standing thick and coarse. She had the image of someone intellectual and virtuous, but the obvious clumsiness of her technique suggested she didn't have much experience with men — or perhaps none at all.
"Ah... is this... how you do it?"
She moved her hand up and down as carefully as if she were turning a page of a news script, but the pace was far too slow and awkward. I let out a low chuckle and slid my hand through her hair, pressing down on the back of her head. With my other hand I covered the back of hers, correcting her form, teaching her the right stroke and speed.
"Grip it harder. Stroke all the way down to the base. Ji-yun, be as precise as you are on the news."
Her shoulders flinched at my instruction. But she soon seemed to find the rhythm of my hand. The focus in her eyes slowly unfocused, a strange heat gathering there. Her clumsy strokes grew faster, producing an increasingly stimulating sound of friction, and Baek Ji-yun herself seemed aroused by the musky scent of flesh and the heat she was creating, breathing hard.
"Hah, hah... what do I do... my hand... isn't it hot? My body... my body's acting strange..."
The hair she'd combed so neatly had come undone, tickling my thighs. Now, without anyone telling her, she instinctively picked up speed, staring fixedly at my cock as she worked her hand as if in a trance.
Slick. Slick. Hah. Hah.
In the silence of the studio, only the intellectual announcer's ragged breathing and the obscene sound of wet flesh colliding rang out. Baek Ji-yun's hand was now so bold and fast that no trace of clumsiness remained. In the dark shadow beneath the news desk, she looked like someone who'd decided to pour every last drop of the intellect and dignity that had sustained her entire life into this burning cock.
"Hah... hah... does it feel good? This... it feels like it's gotten even hotter."
She looked up at me with a flushed face and asked. Through her disheveled hair, her eyes were no longer filled with fear, but with a craving for physical pleasure she was feeling for the first time in her life.
I lifted her chin once more and gazed at those refined lips, now glistening and wet.
"A hand doesn't seem like enough. Ji-yun, those pretty lips of yours exist for times like this."
The moment the words left my mouth, her pupils shook violently. As a news anchor, her lips had been the most sacred instrument for delivering trust and intellect. But now she was in a position where she had to use that instrument in the most depraved way possible.
She hesitated for a moment, then carefully brought her lips to the head of my cock.
"Ah... mmph...!"
A hot, soft sensation enveloped the tip. She squeezed her eyes shut at the alien stimulation, but soon, as if intoxicated by the heavy size and musky scent, she began to suck it in deep.
Slurp. Suck. Schlurp.
Obscene wet sounds filled the studio that had been nothing but silence. She took me deeper and more boldly into her mouth, and each time her throat bobbed, a thin, nasal moan escaped. I grabbed a fistful of her hair and moved my hips to the rhythm, violating her mouth.
"Aaah... that's it... you're doing so well... hahh..."
The sight of an intellectual news announcer on her knees at my feet, hanging off my naked cock — this was the finest spectacle Space Warp had ever granted me.
"Hah, Ji-yun... you're doing amazingly. You're far more attractive like this than you ever were on the news."
My praise seemed to excite her even more. Tears beaded at the corners of her eyes as she looked up at me pleadingly and redoubled her service. There was no announcer's pride left in her now. There was only a woman who wanted to satisfy the man in front of her, and to see the end of this pleasure for herself.
An intense shudder climbed my spine and condensed in my lower abdomen, signaling an explosive climax. I gripped her hair tighter and drove my cock deep into that refined mouth that had been reading a news script.
"Mmph, mmphhh...!"
The heavy pressure filling the back of her throat made Baek Ji-yun's eyes fly wide.
"Aaaah I can't hold it. I'm cumming... nngh..."
In that instant, the hot fluid I'd been holding back erupted into her mouth like a volcano. The voice that had delivered trust to tens of thousands of viewers was now blocked by thick, musky cum, unable even to let out a wet moan — only a choked gurgle. I didn't stop. I poured it into her throat with force. Every time a hot stream slid down her esophagus, Baek Ji-yun's slender body shuddered as if she'd been electrocuted.
Before I finished, I yanked my cock from her mouth with a wet sound. Then I swung the still-twitching thing, still pulsing with aftershocks, and mercilessly splattered the remaining cum across her entire face.
Splat. Splash.
"Ah... aah..."
White brands of it layered and dripped down her neatly made-up cheeks, her forehead, and those lips that had been an anchor's pride. The eyes that had once displayed intellect behind her glasses had now lost all focus, rolled completely back.
Even as she recoiled at the musky scent and heat covering her face, her brain seemed to have melted from an extreme pleasure she'd never experienced. She sat there dazed, mouth hanging open. Beneath the studio desk where she'd been delivering the news only moments ago, she had completely lost an announcer's dignity, soaked in my mark, and sunk into ecstasy.