The Collector's Private Screening
The old man’s wrinkled hand moved the mouse with agonizing slowness. With his gaze fixed on the monitor, he opened the folder that had appeared on the screen. Inside, a video file that seemed to have been uploaded only moments ago caught his eye. He clicked on it.
The date stamped on the filename. The old man’s eyes scanned it. The corners of his mouth twitched between deep, sunken wrinkles. As if confirming something, he let out a strange, thin smile. Slowly, he moved the mouse and pressed the play button.
The screen darkened, and soon, a video with grainy resolution unfolded. As the focus sharpened, the familiar interior of an office was revealed. The old man’s eyes flashed. Holding his breath, he locked his gaze onto the screen.
With a creak, the sound of a door opening signaled a man appearing on screen. A woman followed shortly after. The two sat facing each other at the desk. Their lips moved as if they were conversing, but no sound could be heard.
Before long, the man stood up. He approached the woman slowly and whispered something into her ear. The woman’s expression stiffened. With trembling hands, she lowered the shoulder strap of her dress. The fabric slid down, revealing her skin.
As her semi-nude body was exposed, the man’s lips curled into an arc. The old man, too, let out breaths that grew ragged with excitement. A gloomy, suffocating desire swirled both inside and outside the screen. Although the focus wavered, the video continued to capture their acts.
The man moved behind the woman and buried his lips in her shoulder. When his hands reached for her breasts and his palms made contact with her skin, she flinched, but she soon tried to steady herself.
The man’s hands grabbed her breasts without hesitation. As he rubbed her nipples and kneaded her flesh, the woman’s body trembled faintly, her breathing growing rougher. Under the man’s persistent touch, her face began to flush. She kept her lips pressed together, trying to suppress her moans, but a small sound escaped. As her moans grew louder, her posture began to shift, as if she were surrendering her body to his touch.
The man’s hand gradually moved lower. The woman reached out her arms to resist, but under his piercing gaze, she soon gave up and succumbed.
When he reached her crotch, he began to move his fingers without hesitation. The motions of rubbing and stimulating her sensitive areas continued. The woman tried to resist, but she eventually gave up and surrendered.
The man’s fingers persistently rubbed her clitoris. His fingers swept through the mucous membranes, growing wet with her secretions. With his rapid, rough movements, the woman was racing toward a climax. Her moans began to leak through her tightly closed lips, spreading throughout the office.
Under the intense stimulation, the woman’s body arched like a bow. The fluids signaling her approaching climax began to flow down between her legs. Her eyes wavered and lost focus as her body convulsed in time with his finger movements.
Her thighs were rigid with pleasure. Her pelvis and hips trembled violently. The man’s hand continued to persistently stimulate her crotch. The woman gritted her teeth, trying to hold back, but her body was already hurtling toward the peak. It was clear that an intense climax would soon overwhelm her.
The woman’s body began to shake uncontrollably. As the man’s hand persistently stimulated her clitoris, she threw her head back. A rough moan poured from her throat. She writhed, struggling in the throes of pleasure.
"Ah... ugh..."
As the climax approached, her moans grew louder. Every muscle in her body stiffened with tension. She squeezed her trembling thighs together, accepting his touch.
Her body heaved in rhythm with his fingers. Fluids signaling her climax flowed down her curves. With the repeated stimulation, her waist arched sharply. Saliva dripped from between her lips.
"Please... please..."
The plea barely escaped her. The man quickened the movement of his fingers. He rubbed her sensitized clitoris repeatedly, driving her hard.
Finally, a muffled scream erupted from her lips. Her eyes rolled back, wavering. Clinging to the man’s hand, she convulsed as she reached her peak.
"Hngh... ugh... ah!"
An intense wave of pleasure swept through her entire body. Her frame went limp. Fluids pooled on the inside of her trembling thighs. She gasped for air, her sweat-drenched skin sliding against the desk.
The man watched the woman, who had reached her climax, with a satisfied expression. His gaze, dripping with a desire for conquest, poured over her limp, naked body. Seeing her gasping for breath, he bit his lip as if anticipating the next act.
The man lifted the woman and laid her on the desk. She moaned softly as her back hit the hard wooden surface. The man leaned over her, bringing his face close. Desire was palpable in his proximity, as if he intended to ravish her lips.
Suddenly, the woman shuddered. Instinctively, she jerked her head away to avoid his lips. With a distorted face, she turned her head as far as she could and squeezed her eyes shut. Her rejection was clear.
The man’s lips barely grazed her cheek. Seeing her refuse to give him her lips so easily, he let out a mocking laugh. Watching her tightly closed eyelids and gritted teeth, he shook his head.
"I see you don't intend to give me your lips."
His voice was cold, dripping with sarcasm. A spasm crossed the woman’s face. Even so, she did not nod or attempt to open her eyes. She kept her lips pressed shut, her expression twisted in repulsion.
"Is this your last shred of pride?"
The man’s voice dropped, laced with a threatening tone. But the woman did not open her eyes and barely shook her head. It was a refusal, a sign that she would never grant him her lips.
"Hmph, stubborn as ever."
The man only scoffed; he didn't force the issue further. It seemed he hadn't expected a kiss to begin with. Instead, his gaze drifted to her naked body. The skin, flushed from the earlier foreplay, stoked his lust.
The woman’s body lay limp on the desk. She breathed heavily, eyes closed. The man swallowed hard, savoring the sight. Soon, he began to undress. It was the prelude to the main act.
Holding his erect member, he climbed on top of her. The desk creaked, bearing his weight.
The man’s hands grabbed her legs as if to embrace them. As he forced her thighs apart, she moaned. Soon, the sensation of his blunt member could be felt against her most sensitive area.
In one rough motion, he forced his way into her. The impact caused her back to arch violently. Her body seemed to tear open, and a scream mixed with pain and pleasure escaped her.
"Aah...!"
The man’s waist began to move rhythmically. His piston-like thrusts struck her body at high speed. The desk creaked in time with his deep, invasive thrusts. The woman gasped, enduring the movement.
"Hngh... ahh..."
As the climax drew near, her moans grew louder. The man grabbed her arms and pulled them upward. The recoil pushed her breasts forward. Her nipples sliced through the air.
With her arms pinned back, she was subjected to his deep thrusts. Her hair scattered across the desk. Her lips parted, pouring out moans—the voice of one drowning in pleasure.
"Haa... ah... please, not inside..."
Her voice was a desperate plea. But the man’s thrusts did not stop. If anything, his speed increased, digging deep into her.
Her eyes lost focus. Her head tilted back, and blue veins stood out on her neck. Her trembling thighs convulsed. With a long, sharp moan, her body shook violently.
"Aah... no... ugh...!"
She let out a scream that sounded like a sob. Even as she writhed, the man’s movements did not cease. It was a violent, selfish act, chasing only his own climax.
Finally, the man’s moan erupted. In that moment, he pulled out and spilled his seed onto her stomach. The sticky liquid splattered across her white skin. It flowed down over her trembling thighs.
Even at the moment of his release, the woman was trembling and sobbing. Tears streamed from her eyes. As if overwhelmed by the shame of his excretory act, her face twisted in agony.
Her body was a mess of sweat and fluids. She gasped, tears flowing. Watching the scene, the man wore a smile filled with ecstasy.
The final scene frozen on the screen. The woman’s sweat-drenched naked body and the semen scattered over it were clearly visible. The old man gasped for air, taking in the sight. With a trembling hand, he reached out and clicked the save button. Now, this video would join his precious collection.
The old man leaned back into his chair with difficulty. Beads of sweat were visible on his forehead. His cheeks, flushed with excitement, were a deep crimson. With a satisfied sigh, he closed his eyes. He looked peaceful, as if he might fall asleep at any moment.
However, a bizarre smile slowly spread across his lips. His closed eyelids twitched as if in a spasm. Desire was boiling in his mind. The scenes he had witnessed in the video flashed by like a revolving lantern. The woman’s screams and tears. Faces distorted by masochistic pleasure.
The old man opened his eyes again. Pathological madness flickered within his deep, dark pupils. His temples were drenched in sweat from his unnatural excitement. His nose twitched incessantly. He inhaled deeply, as if savoring the scent of sweat and semen mixed in the air.
The old man’s heart raced. He was already looking forward to the next piece. With sweaty palms, he looked at the monitor once more. In the pitch-black screen, his own face was reflected, distorted. The eyes, flashing with madness, were terrifying.