I'm a Cum-Rag, Cock-Sleeve Whore
I greet you all.
My name — or rather, my pseudonym — is Baek Seoyun.
Starting today, I’ve come here to confess my sins.
I don’t believe in God, so I hope all of you can forgive me in His place.
Just kidding. Sort of.
Anyway, let’s get straight to the point.
I’m a whore.
I’ve never sold my body for money, but I’m still a brainless, cock-obsessed cum-rag of a bitch who walks around with her skull packed full of men’s semen instead of a brain.
So… when did it all start?
It’s so faint now I can barely remember.
Maybe it began the day I first rubbed my pussy against the corner of a desk, all under the excuse of “curiosity.”
After that day, it became part of my daily routine. That much I remember clearly.
Given the location, anyone could have walked in at any moment and caught me soaking my panties, humping away like a bitch in heat…
But I didn’t care.
No. Actually, that was what made it so much better.
The risk itself turned me on more than the physical sensation of rubbing my clit and pussy lips against something.
And of course, that desk belonged to my high school crush.
If I had simply wanted to satisfy my lust by touching myself, I could have just masturbated at home. I could have stripped completely naked, shoved my fingers inside — or any long, thin object I could find.
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I still remember the first time I slid a finger into my soft, fluffy little pussy.
I sat on the floor instead of using my perfectly good bed, spreading my legs wide in an M-shape.
I was already so wet that my ass and the floor were drenched in pussy juice. (I’d been grinding my clit for dozens of minutes by then.) Even so, my finger wouldn’t go in easily.
It didn’t feel like a wall blocking me. It felt more like someone was clenching hard, refusing to let anything through.
Normally, that would be the moment to give up.
But instead I gritted my teeth and growled, “Nngh…!”
Sweat soaked my bangs as I forced my middle finger in, just the first knuckle.
I really am a filthy, perverted slut, aren’t I? (Please tell me I am.)
Everyone said I would bleed. I thought I would too.
Thankfully, the only thing that poured out of me that entire time was cheap virgin pussy juice — thick, creamy white globs mixed with slightly sticky, clear fluid.
Biting back the pain, I pushed deeper. One knuckle. Two. Then all three.
I remember being completely lost in that first penetration, my finger joints aching from how hard I was working them.
Back then I thought I had the tightest pussy in the world — the ultimate myeong-gi. (Yes, I’m being funny, lol.)
Because my cunt was squeezing my finger so violently it felt like it might snap it off. I could feel tiny bumps and ridges everywhere, smaller than grains of rice. There was no way a cock could survive that kind of pressure.
And honestly, I wasn’t entirely wrong. (Boasting ahead.)
Sometimes guys will say things like, “You’re supposed to be a cum-dumpster but your pussy’s so loose. Can’t you clench properly?”
But if I ask them again after we’re done, they admit they were just trying to humiliate me. They say they’ve never felt a pussy this good before. It’s better than their girlfriends’. (And every guy who fucks me for the first time cums ridiculously fast.)
So doesn’t that make me a myeong-gi? Hehe.
Sorry. Let’s go back in time again.
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At that age I didn’t even understand the concept of “orgasm.” To me, masturbation wasn’t something you did “until you came” — it was something you did “until you got tired.”
All I had were my fingers. My arm would get sore before I could fuck myself hard enough to feel satisfied.
(Especially when I was right on the edge but my arm wouldn’t move the way I wanted — I’d get so frustrated I’d cry. T_T)
Ironically, every time I masturbated, my sexual frustration only grew stronger.
I went from two fingers to three. I tried shoving every pen in my room inside me. (Pulling them all out at once and feeling them splash out with my juices felt insanely good.)
I even tried some weirder things… like a beaded bracelet?
It wasn’t even that thick, and without any force behind it the beads just flopped around uselessly.
But when I pulled it out, the way the beads dragged and caught against my inner walls — thud thud thud — felt incredible.
Oh, and I once rubbed slime on my pussy. (Only did it once. It was genuinely terrible.)
This is getting way too long. Sorry about that.
You didn’t come here just to hear me talk about my masturbation stories, right?
Let’s move on to my first real experience. My first time having sex.
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Honestly, I don’t really like the word “sex.” It sounds too mutual. Too equal. Like we’re doing it together.
For me, sex has always been closer to the idea of “someone using my pussy to get off.” (This part is seriously important. Write it down.)
Um… how should I explain this.
I’m not exactly talking about rape play. (Although I do fantasize every time I go out that someone will just rape me… T_T) I just don’t want any pretense of mutual pleasure.
I don’t want to fuck men. I want men to fuck me.
Ah, I don’t know how to say it properly!
Anyway, if you ever end up sleeping with me, just focus entirely on using me. That’s all I want.
Some guys ask, “Do you like it like this? Or like this?” and I just… ugh.
My body exists only to make your cock feel good. The part that turns me on is when you can’t hold back and cum because my pussy feels too amazing.
Instead of worrying about how to make me feel good, I’d rather you just slap my ass harder.
Whoops. I went off on another tangent again.
I keep rambling about useless stuff, don’t I?
That’s just how us horny bitches are. Please understand. (And please unconditionally support Seoyun. Thank you so much.)
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Okay. Let me finally tell you about the first time I got properly fucked.
I know the intro made me sound like some sex-crazed monster, but my actual first time was when I was twenty. Pretty late considering what a total slut I am, right?
When I was younger, the idea of having sex with someone terrified me — even if it was a boyfriend. So until I became an adult, I had zero experience.
I did enjoy risky outdoor exposure from time to time, but even then I only ever thought, “I wish someone would catch me and rape me,” never having the courage to approach anyone and beg them to fuck me.
So. Twenty years old.
I moved from the countryside to Seoul alone for university.
My parents wanted to put me in a dorm because they were worried, but I threw a massive tantrum and managed to get my own studio apartment. (Yes, I threw that tantrum purely so I could have sex whenever I wanted, lol.)
But… campus life turned out to be way more boring than I expected.
Everyone in my department was still an awkward freshman who hadn’t shed their innocence yet. Since I didn’t participate in club activities, I never ran into any seniors either.
The few guys who asked for my number got rejected without me even looking at their faces. I had this inexplicable sense of repulsion.
(If you’re thinking “What a filthy cum-rag whore, yet so damn picky,” I have nothing to say. But I was young back then. Anyone who knows me now wouldn’t say that. These days I spread my legs the second I see a cock. Total public urinal. (If that’s a lie, it means I’m a whore.))
So one day I decided to just masturbate in my room like I always did back home. At least here I could moan as loud as I wanted. I started rubbing my clit…
But something felt off. Like, this isn’t going to be enough today. Like no matter what, I wouldn’t be satisfied.
I thought about storming into a nearby club or lounge bar (even though I had no idea how to get into one) when I happened to discover a certain app.
It was an anonymous voice messaging app. The second I saw it, I got this overwhelming urge — if I tell the whole world what a filthy whore I am through this, it’ll turn me on so much more.
So I downloaded it immediately.
Without knowing whether the listeners were men or women, I started rubbing my already dripping pussy and pressed the record button.
“Haa… I’m so fucking horny… is anyone coming to fuck me…?”
I hadn’t even been rubbing my clit that hard yet, so my breathing wasn’t even that rough. But I deliberately panted like a bitch. To sound sluttier. (Looking back, my lines were so cringey.)
About thirty seconds passed. No replies. Even though the receive function was clearly on.
I started panicking. Is my voice bad? No way. Can’t they see my face? But I’m really pretty. I’m a total queen. All these frustrated thoughts flooded my head.
Eventually I gave up and closed the app.
Then — ding, ding, ding, ding, ding!
Pop-ups started exploding across my screen like crazy.
At first I thought I’d been hacked and nearly had a heart attack, but it turned out the app had just glitched. When I reopened it, there were twenty to thirty replies waiting.
My memory’s a little fuzzy, but the messages were something like—
“Oppa is twenty-three… living in Sinrim… where do you live…?”
Some guy was moaning even more pathetically than I had, acting like a total slut himself.
“You filthy fucking cum-whore! Want me to rip your pussy apart?! This is so fucking hot, you dirty bitch!”
Others jumped straight into vulgar abuse. It felt like they’d learned dirty talk from text and had no idea how to use it properly. (It was so funny I didn’t even report them.)
“You pathetic, low-class whore acting all cocky and shit.”
There was even a guy with an obviously gay voice and tone trying to police me.
While there were plenty of people ruining the mood, there were also some relatively normal ones…
The problem was, they were all too boring.
In the end I was just going to pick any guy with a decent voice and have some phone sex.
That’s when it happened.
“Is this your first time?”
A message came from the most normal-sounding guy of them all.
I got curious. Was it that obvious I was a newbie? It made me a little embarrassed.
So I ignored all the other messages and replied only to him.
“Was… it that obvious?”
After that, the conversation flowed surprisingly smoothly.
“Of course it was. Your acting was super awkward.”
“……I’m embarrassed now.”
“Sorry. I wasn’t trying to tease you. How old are you?”
“Guess. How old are you?”
“I’m twenty-five. Hmm… twenty?”
“Huh?! How did you know?!”
The age gap was five years.
He was polite and had a really nice voice.
“Twenty-five… so you’re Oppa?”
Yes.
That’s when I started acting a little cute.
The most important part was that even though I’d been the one to say “I’m in heat” and “come fuck me,” he didn’t rush. He calmly led the conversation through normal, everyday topics.
Thanks to that, all my tension melted away.
“So where do you live, Oppa?”
I ended up asking first.
“I’m near X-dae Entrance. What about you?”
He told me the area he lived in.
“Wait… that’s where I am too?!”
For some reason, I felt strangely excited in that moment.
So I made a stupid decision.
“Wanna meet up right now?”
That’s how we moved our conversation to X-Talk, and I casually gave him my exact address.
When he said he was on his way, a wave of fear finally hit me — but at the same time,
“Nngh… hah… mmh… ah…”
I sat in my chair with my legs pressed together, grinding my pussy hard between my thighs.
It felt too wasteful to finger myself now, but I was way too horny to just sit still.
The thought that someone was about to take my virgin pussy.
The thought that a real cock — a stranger’s body — was going to enter my brand-new cunt that had only ever taken toys or fingers before.
I simply couldn’t hold back anymore.
[What’s your door password?]
Luckily, the wait wasn’t very long.
[I’m here. Right outside your door. Should I ring the bell?]