Spectator Club 8
Suhee sucked hungrily at his cock, still slick with Jeongun's semen and her own juices. Even after two climaxes, that heavy shaft still felt wonderful in her mouth. Softened just slightly from the last orgasm, the yielding give of it was delicious.
"Nngh."
Her tongue coiled around the hypersensitive head, and Jeongun had no defense against it. That wicked tongue slipped into the cleft of the glans, prying at the slit still beaded with cum.
He rested a hand on her head and looked out at the men beyond. They were still stroking themselves, their eyes bright with envy, those hungry gazes still roaming restlessly over every inch of her.
"Touch yourself, Suhee."
Still sucking, she slid one hand down between her legs. She was still in the same spread, squatting posture she'd used when she pissed for them. Without shifting, she simply turned her head to keep his cock in her mouth and, obeying his voice, pressed her fingers to her cunt.
With every eye in the room on her, she cleaned his cock as if serving a final dessert, her fingers working wetly through her folds.
"Hahh..."
They were her own fingers, and yet they felt utterly foreign. The oversensitive flesh under her fingertips was strange; the heat of those fingers against her cunt was stranger still. It was as if she were touching someone else's pussy — or as if someone else were touching hers.
She sucked him in long, greedy pulls and worked her fingers in a daze. The clear fluid pooled between her folds was crushed under her fingertips and spilled downward in a thin, gleaming trail.
When those fingers pushed through her plump lips and found the hood of her clit, her whole body drew taut again. The reflex made her suck Jeongun's cock with everything she had.
"Hahh... that's it."
He stroked her hair as he praised her, though his own expression tightened. She was sucking harder than he'd expected, and he could feel the blood starting to stir in him again.
Her tongue moved as restlessly as her fingers. After licking the last of the semen from his slit, it retreated — only to come right back, winding around the shaft as if inspecting it for anything she'd missed, then flicking the head again and again. As if to say he was nowhere near finished.
Then her head began to rock, slow and deliberate. One hand gripped him near the base and stroked; everything her fingers couldn't reach was sealed tight against her lips and the inner wall of her cheek.
The folds caught on her fingertips kept making those filthy, wet sounds. She thrust her hips forward as if putting herself on display and worked her fingers in every direction, showing them everything. The pretty, elegant petals of her cunt were soaked and folded back; the moist, pale-pink interior and the open hole itself were laid bare before the audience. A little of the semen that hadn't yet leaked out pulsed from inside her, but it hardly mattered. It looked like nectar — the kind any flower would have. If anything, the way she scooped that nectar up on her fingers and smeared it over herself as she masturbated was obscenely beautiful.
"Haa... aahh."
She let his cock slip from her mouth just long enough to catch her breath. It came out thick again, already swelling. Her mouth had felt too good — so good it was hard to believe he'd already emptied himself into her twice.
She didn't let go with her hand. Still touching herself, she stroked him, and the weight and hardness of that cock in her grip alone was enough to make her filthy with want. Hers. Entirely hers. She couldn't swear Jeongun never saw other women, but right now he was wholly hers. He'd already come inside her twice, and he was going to use her again.
The thought made her grip tighten on him, and her fingers digging through her cunt pressed harder of their own accord. Smearing semen over her clit and her entrance wasn't enough anymore — not for the hunger in her. Her fingers slipped deeper, using that slickness as a guide, pushing inward. She showed the audience her soaked interior the way a guide might point out a landmark — here is the entrance; it feels so good once you're inside — and her fingers were swallowed by the hole. Her face only grew more desperate, more lewd.
"Haaah—"
Her chest heaved with the deep, ragged breath, breasts swaying heavily. Sweat still beaded and rolled from nipples that looked hard enough to cut glass. The men watched in silence as she showed off that sweat-glossed body and touched herself, so overwhelmed by the sheer filth of her that some of them even forgot to stroke.
A slender white finger slid cleanly between those lewd, swollen lips and began to pump, scraping the inside of her cunt with a violence that was almost savage. And still she never stopped stroking Jeongun. The two motions overlapped as if they were wired together — the hand on his cock, the fingers buried in herself.
"Hahh."
Every time her tongue or lips brushed him, Jeongun flinched. Today's Suhee was devastating. He'd set the stage for her, and she had gone so much further than he'd imagined — so much filthier. He hadn't expected her to take to it like this. Watching her masturbate with her cunt on full display for the audience, he found her unbearably lovely.
As if she'd read the thought, she looked up at him and sucked. Her eyes were glazed, but something inside them was burning.
Her cunt showed no sign of drying out. Every stroke of her fingers wrung more fluid from her; she was clearly coming even now.
"Hahh—!"
She convulsed again, and her mouth clamped down around him, tight and searing and wet. Even a man who'd already come twice found it hard to take. And when he met those hazy, filthy eyes of hers, the last of his self-control began to dissolve.
The plan — to have her take the other men's loads all over her body out in the main hall — receded a little. That could happen anytime. It practically would, looking at her. What he wanted right now was something else. He wanted to lock the two of them in a room and fuck her all day. It had been a very long time since a woman had made him want to own her so completely.
"Haaah—!"
Suhee cried out around the cock resting on her tongue. The cunt impaled on her fingers clenched hard and then released a clean, generous gush of fluid. Watching her pant with her tongue hanging out, squirting, something in Jeongun boiled over.
"Tsk."
He clicked his tongue, as if annoyed with himself — and then decided to be honest about what he wanted.
He reached out and fisted a thick handful of her hair. Nothing like the gentle stroking from a moment ago. Holding her like that, he began to slap his cock roughly against her face. With so many people watching, he wanted to mark her. To make it unmistakable that she was his.
"Haaang — ah, aahh, ah... I love it. Cum for me... nnh..."
She kept churning her soaked, dripping cunt as she spoke up to him. The grip in her hair hurt, but even the pain was strangely arousing. The violence in his eyes, the force in the way he held her — it was a level of intensity she'd never felt from him before, and her fingers only moved faster.
She could feel the heat of his cock against her cheek, and the sticky smear of precome leaking from the tip. The rough swing of Jeongun's cock, the ragged sound of his breathing, the way he was putting everything he had into coming on her — it was unbearably sexy.
"Haa... aah. Cum for me. On my face. On my body. Cover me."
"Nngh."
The wet slap of his cock, the squelch of her fingers in her cunt, the sticky sound of precome — it all filled her ears. She let her tongue loll out and drooled freely. Just imagining that hot semen pouring down her face made her cunt burn hotter, made more fluid spill from her. Taking him inside her again would have been one thing. This — this was so much more intense.
"Nngh — I'm cumming."
"Haa... yes, yes... I'm waiting. Cum for me. Hurry... aahh."
Her pleading voice drove him over. A third orgasm. He'd expected almost nothing left, but the heaviness in his gut was startling. It felt as if his body were wringing itself dry, squeezing every last drop of moisture into semen.
The instant he came, he yanked her hair taut, pulling her face in. He wanted every drop on her — especially on that beautiful face. Thick white ropes splashed across Suhee's sweat-damp, pale skin. Most of her makeup was gone, but none of her beauty had faded. He poured himself over that face as if stamping his claim on it.
"Hahk — ahh — aaaaah."
Semen painted her from her face down to her breasts. She gasped and made those filthy little sounds, and being covered in a superior male's cum in front of an audience felt even stranger than she'd expected. It was as if she were telling them they didn't even have the right to come on her body — that they were nothing but faces behind a glass wall.
"Hahh..."
Her face, her throat, her chest were burning. She stuck out her tongue and caught a few dripping strands, drawing them into her mouth. Jeongun kept stroking, grinding the head against her pale cheek, determined to wring out every last drop onto her.