Dirty
Nayeon’s sex clenched around me like a vice. The instant she came, every tight, overheated fold convulsed as though it were trying to tear my cock out by the roots. I gritted my teeth and held my hips perfectly still, feeling her orgasm all the way through to the end.
The tremor of her vaginal walls around me, the cold, intense squeeze of that thin rubber barrier, even the sensation of her hot slick spilling out in a rush—everything was so vivid it felt as if it were coursing straight through my body. Nayeon could no longer even scream; her lips merely parted and closed in shallow, fishlike gasps as she fought for breath.
“Ah... ahh...!”
She clenched the bedsheets until her knuckles went white, her body trembling uncontrollably. Her unfocused eyes drifted blindly through the air, and her lips hung open in a weak, spasmodic line. I stayed buried in her until the storm of her climax began to ebb, then, holding back my own release, I yanked my swollen cock out of her in one swift motion. The obscene squeeze of friction vanished at once, leaving only a wet, slithering sound behind.
The sudden withdrawal seemed to lock her body in place. Then, all at once, a hot stream burst from beneath her. Clear liquid flooded the sheets without mercy. She had lost control completely—she was squirt-ming, no, she was pissing herself, unable to stop it after holding out through orgasm control for so long.
She’s leaking this much? I was startled for an instant, then widened my eyes and stared, not wanting to miss a single second of it. The warm, musky smell mixed with bodily fluid as it ran down her pale thighs and soaked the sheets almost instantly.
Nayeon must have thought she was peeing herself, because when she realized I was witnessing every humiliating second of it, she flinched so violently she covered her face. But no matter how desperately she tried to stop it, the liquid had already slipped beyond her control and kept streaming down, dragging what remained of her self-respect straight into the floor.
“Ah, ahh... I’m crazy... Sir... don’t look...! Please don’t look...!”
Her face burning bright red, she curled in on herself, trying to hide. I pinned her shoulder before she could escape, then impatiently tore off the condom that had been stretched tight around my cock and tossed it under the bed. I pressed my bare, vein-swollen shaft against her chest and worked it with my hand.
“Stay still. I think I’m gonna come too. Hngh.”
Before the words were even out, the sticky, overheated semen I’d been holding back began to spatter over her white breasts in heavy streaks. The sensation of being layered, one mess atop another, on a body already soaked with her own fluid inflicted a misery on Nayeon that was almost beyond words. She looked as though she were no longer human at all, only a vessel for filthy waste to be poured into. I looked down at her and kept milking myself with my hand until every last drop was painted across her body.
“Sir... I’m so dirty... I really am insane...”
“Dirty? That came out of our pretty Nayeon.”
“Lies... you disgusting pervert... I really hate you...”
Trapped in my arms, Nayeon muttered weakly, punching at my chest with limp little fists as if to blame me. Her urine, my semen, and the slick mess of her arousal mixed together and soaked both our bodies into a shameful wreck. She writhed as though the impossible humiliation were causing a seizure, but I seized both her wrists and kept her from moving at all. Like animals pressed hard together, flesh grinding against flesh, the pressure between us slowly wore down the last of her resistance.
When the storm of excitement finally subsided and only our ragged breathing remained, I brushed the damp hair back from her face and asked in a low, gentle voice, as though I were the kindest father in the world.
“Does it hurt?”
The warmth in my voice was impossible to reconcile with the man who had been driving her like an animal only moments ago. Nayeon couldn’t answer. She only let tears fall one after another, too ashamed to lift her head, and gave the smallest possible nod.
“A little...”
“Were you very embarrassed?”
“So much... I feel like I’m going to die from embarrassment... What am I supposed to do now...”
“It’s okay. You’re beautiful. Let’s keep this between the two of us. I’ll keep your secret.”
When I pulled her into a tighter embrace and said it again, Nayeon buried her face deep against my chest as though she had found salvation. I helped support her when her knees gave out and she could hardly stand, and guided her into the bathroom.
Under the warm spray, I held her slack body against mine and carefully washed her with soft suds, cleaning the back of her neck, her breasts, and even the inner thighs where the traces of her humiliation still clung. She surrendered everything and leaned her forehead against my shoulder.
When I took her slippery, soap-coated hand and placed it around my cock, she hesitated for a moment before wrapping her trembling fingers around it and beginning to clean it. Warmth bloomed over our hands as we touched each other’s bodies, and the bathroom filled not with a sour smell but with the faint scent of soap.
After we came back out, I sat her in a chair and dried her wet hair with the warm air from the dryer. My hand, gently combing through her shampoo-scented strands one lock at a time, was absurdly tender. In the mirror, the way she stared at me in a daze made her look like a child being cared for by her father.
Back in the room, I roughly stripped off the ruined sheets and shoved them into a corner, then spread out fresh, fluffy bedding. I laid Nayeon down on top of the soft comforter and took my place beside her. The two of us lay there naked, side by side, feeling each other’s body heat. Nayeon stayed buried in my arms and said nothing for a long while.
“I’m hungry.”
That was the first thing she said after all that time.
“Order me tteokbokki.”
“Tteokbokki, all of a sudden?”
“Yeah... I didn’t even get to finish the sandwich earlier... I’m starving.”
Her unexpectedly bold request made me smile in spite of myself. I could feel the psychology behind it: she was trying to act as though nothing had happened, trying to bury the shame of reality under a show of nonchalance. It was the sign of self-respect, which had sunk all the way to the bottom, beginning to rise again under the pressure of survival instinct. I ordered the tteokbokki at once, and while we waited for the delivery, I didn’t let her put her clothes on.
“Can’t I get dressed?”
“No. Stay like that.”
“Sir, you really are... a total pervert to the bitter end.”
She grumbled, but obeyed me without further protest. After we’d finished most of the food, we lay there side by side, still naked. Nayeon skimmed through her major textbooks on her iPad while I passed the time watching YouTube on my phone.
An unnervingly calm silence stretched between us, hard to believe for two people who had been tangled together in each other’s bodily fluids only moments earlier. Night deepened, and when I asked whether I should take her back to the apartment, she thought for a moment before answering.
“No... I just want to stay here today.”
“Why? You don’t want to go home?”
“....”
Without saying a word, she burrowed into my arms. Whether her shame still hadn’t faded, or she was afraid of the self-loathing that would come the moment she was left alone in that little apartment, her trembling eyes lifted toward me. Outside the window, darkness had already swallowed everything completely. I stared at her and asked,
“What do you want to do while we’re together?”
At my question, Nayeon couldn’t answer. Her face only turned red. The boldness she’d shown while eating the tteokbokki seemed to have vanished somewhere, and she was back to being a shy college girl, looking away from me. But her body, stripped of every thread, was already laid bare beneath my gaze.
“Say it. Go on.”
I reached out and roughly seized one of her full breasts. Then I slowly toyed with the sensitive nipple with my thumb. The instant my fingers touched it, the nipple hardened as if it had been waiting for this, and Nayeon’s breathing turned rough in an instant. The iPad screen she’d been pretending to study no longer seemed to register in her eyes at all.
“What felt the best just now?”
With that vicious question, I used my other hand to part her intimate folds. Even after spilling so much earlier, she was already flushed again, gathering clear moisture beneath her.
“Ah...”
“Were you fantasizing about something obscene again? Is that why you’re this wet?”
“Nggh...”
A moan steeped in humiliation slipped between her lips. I lightly traced the wet entrance with my finger. When I slowly spread the slick gathered on my fingertip in front of her eyes, a thick string stretched out long and glistening.
“You’re going to leak again? Just like before?”
“Ah... I’m so embarrassed... Don’t say things like that...”
Seeing the lengthening trail of her own fluid made Nayeon shudder and turn her head away. But the more she resisted, the more honestly her body answered for her.
“Then why do you keep getting wet? So indecent.”
I brought the damp finger to her mouth and forced it between her lips. Inside her mouth, her saliva mingled with the slick gathered from below.
“Suck on it.”
At my blunt command, Nayeon hesitated briefly before wrapping her trembling lips around my finger. Carefully, but with obvious devotion, she licked and sucked on it. As she took in the taste of her own scent mixed with my finger, she shut her eyes at the border between shame and pleasure.
“Good girl. Well done.”
At my praise, her whole body shivered as if shocked by electricity.
“Sir....”
“Yeah? Go on.”
“Whenever you talk like that... so shamefully... it makes the part down there heat up even more... I really think I’ve lost my mind...”
“You haven’t lost it. It’s natural. You’re pretty.”
She swallowed my finger deeper, the sweet taste of submission she couldn’t resist taking her over completely.
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