The Succubus in Yerim’s Skin
Once I finished dressing for our second round, Yerim was sitting on the bed, waiting. Her eyes were still red-rimmed, as if she hadn't quite shaken off the shock. My heart softened involuntarily. Come to think of it, the reason I’d fallen for Yerim back when we were coworkers was because of her tears. She’d been confessed to by the club president, and when she turned him down, he’d openly bullied her—ignoring her, refusing to speak to her, and treating her like she didn't exist whenever she was in the club room. I’d fallen for her while trying to comfort her as she sobbed about how unfair it all was. That’s right—how lucky am I, that I get to have sex with the exact same woman I fell in love with!
As I sat down next to her, Yerim pecked my lips. They were soft and moist. Just the kiss alone made my cock rise, straining against my pants as if it would tear right through. Yerim giggled. "You shouldn't have bothered with the clothes, Oppa. You're just going to take them off anyway." With a rustle, she stripped off her top and pants. Her H-cup breasts fell forward, swaying heavily. With her celebrity-like, refined features, bright red lips, and eyes that sparkled as if she were wearing circle lenses, she was breathtaking. Whether in adult videos or among celebrities, I had never seen such a beautiful face and body.
Yerim pushed me back onto the bed and greedily stripped off my shirt. Now naked in an instant, I hesitated, not knowing what to do. "Wait, wait! Yerim-ah, turn off the lights!" "Is that so?" While Yerim went to turn off the room lights, I switched on the lamp. I didn't want to be in total darkness; I wanted to see her under the warm, orange glow. Yerim marveled at the soft, indirect lighting. "Wow, this is pretty. It has a different vibe than candlelight."
She laid me back down on the bed, and with her slender, snow-white fingers, she pulled down my sweatpants. My cock, which had been snagged on the drawstring, popped out with a forceful thwack. Yerim’s face flushed a deep red. "I know I’m the one who made it this way, but it’s... it’s absurdly massive."
Hmm, was she going to start with a blowjob? Given her flushed face, the way she was licking her lips, and the fact that she’d told me not to wash before coming out, that seemed likely. But instead, Yerim slowly moved toward the foot of the bed. "I told you when we first signed the contract, didn't I? That I’d lick you from your toes up."
Before I could even process the title of 'Master,' Yerim’s small, delicate mouth opened wide and nipped at my toes. Pushing her black, silk-like hair behind her ears, she cleaned between each toe with her tongue. Though I couldn't see it clearly, she was stimulating her own pussy with her fingers, licking me even more intensely. She seemed to derive deep pleasure from the very act of serving a man.
By the time my toes were slick with saliva, she kissed her way up my thighs. I gripped the sheets tight, expecting her to take my cock into her mouth, but she didn't. Instead, she used her tongue to brush against the thicket of hair at the base of my cock, coating it in saliva. She nibbled on the shaft, then used her nose to nudge it aside, taking my entire scrotum into her mouth and sucking on it. I let out a string of screams at the sensation, a pleasure I’d never experienced before. "Ah, ah. Yerim-ah, this feels so good." "I learned this from my ex-boyfriend. How is it, Oppa? Does it feel good?"
The technique was a turn-on, but the way she bragged about it was all wrong! No, wait—would it kill her to say she practiced by watching videos, even if it was her first time? But despite my thoughts, my erect cock twitched uncontrollably. "I told you I’d lick you everywhere, didn't I?"
She pulled my legs up toward the ceiling and began to sweep her tongue across my anus, exposed between my legs. "Wait, wait a second, Yerim-ah!" "Stay still, Kangmin Oppa. If you get used to this, you’ll be dying to make your future real girlfriend do it too. Not many women will do this for you."
It was what they call 'tongkkasi'—anilingus. Or, in English, a Rimjob. Was it a deep kiss with the ass and mouth? She primarily licked around the anus, but she also poked her tongue deep inside. A sleazy acquaintance of mine had once talked about it at a drinking party. He said a Thai woman had done it for him at a brothel. He’d claimed that even if the act of licking an anus felt a bit dirty, the sensation was incredible. At the time, I’d just thought, 'You crazy bastard, that's gross. How could that feel good?' but experiencing it firsthand, it was maddeningly pleasurable.
The sense of moral degradation—knowing that the lips that stood behind the counter, smiling and greeting customers, were now serving my anus so intensely—was driving me wild. My unrequited crush, a girl whose hand I couldn't even dream of holding, was now licking the area around my anus, kissing it, and using all sorts of tongue techniques to make me feel good. Especially when she stiffened her tongue and flicked it upward, directly stimulating the center of my anus, a moan escaped my lips before I could stop it. A bead of pre-cum formed at the tip of my twitching cock.
Yerim, who had been serving me with her tongue for a long time, pulled away and smiled. "Oppa, you were thinking of me while you were at work today, weren't you? I can tell by the smell."
I was! I was rock hard! Do you have any idea how difficult it was because I almost got caught by a regular? Yerim smiled and kissed her way up from the base. "I told you not to wash earlier, and you listened well, Master. I’ll give you a reward." She used her fingers to gently pull back the foreskin. Having not showered properly all day and leaking quite a bit at the PC bang, the tip of my cock was caked with white residue. I felt like the smell was rising all the way up. I blushed with shame. "No, I usually wash everything off, but since you told me not to..." "Oppa. I told you I’d clean everything for you."
Even seeing the smegma caked on, Yerim opened her mouth without hesitation. Perhaps she’d kept her mouth closed to gather saliva, because the inside of her open mouth was glistening. And then, my big one disappeared between her lips. Like she was melting a hard candy, Yerim took my glans into her mouth and slowly sucked. Her mouth was warm and cozy, and her tongue flicked around the glans, the urethra, and every crevice. Even if I washed it myself, I wouldn't be this thorough, but Yerim was cleaning my glans with her own mouth. "Oppa... the smell is really intense..."
After a while, Yerim pulled her mouth away. She looked up at me and opened her mouth slightly; it was clean. She’d swallowed all the smegma. "Oppa, do you want me to cum in your mouth? Or do you want to squeeze my breasts and cum inside?"
Instead of answering, I grabbed the back of Yerim’s head and pulled her toward my member. Yerim understood and wrapped her lips around my cock again. "I’m going to cum in your mouth, and I’m going to cum inside you, too." Perhaps excited, Yerim curled her lips inward to avoid letting her teeth touch, and she took me deep until her lips reached the base. As my glans hit the back of her throat, her face flushed red and she coughed. But even so, she didn't stop the rhythmic motion. Sticky, foamy fluid—perhaps esophageal fluid—coated my entire cock, but it disappeared and reappeared with every stroke. It was a deep-throat session intense enough to bring tears to her eyes, yet she was delicate enough to keep her teeth from touching me. The urge to ejaculate surged up in an instant.
"Yerim-ah, Yerim-ah, Oppa is going to cum."
At that, her deep-throating became even more violent. I wasn't even moving her head; she was moving it herself, tightening and releasing her throat around my cock. Reflexively, I held back my own coughs to focus on the service she was providing. "Cumming, I'm cumming!" I grabbed Yerim’s head and drove my cock deeper, and Yerim clutched the bedsheets, her face trembling. She was covered in tears, her face bright red. Seeing her alluring appearance being broken down sent a sadistic thrill down my spine. Damn it, if Yerim were really my girlfriend, I wouldn't have had sex this roughly! But the contents of Yerim right now were a sex-crazed succubus. A pervert who got even more excited and soaked her lower half the more I treated her like this. Rationalizing it to myself, I pumped my sperm deep into Yerim’s throat.
Enjoying the afterglow of ejaculation, I pulled Yerim’s head away from my cock. Yerim lifted her face, covered in snot and tears, and opened her mouth. Inside, the sticky semen I’d shot was smeared everywhere. She showed it to me for a moment before gulping it down. When I pulled out a tissue to wipe her face, Yerim giggled and thanked me. Even so, she showed no signs of wanting to stop. "Oppa, can you really cum inside? Does that mean you’ll do it three times a day? I’m truly moved."
Just by the feeling, I felt like I could do it eight times, not three. "Yerim-ah, put your hands up and grab the bed frame. And repeat exactly what I say." I’d been worried I wouldn't be able to get it up, but seeing Yerim’s white, voluptuous naked body, my lower half was reloaded. I made her grab the bed slats and whispered into her ear, and Yerim repeated it just as I said. "I'm sorry, Oppa. I didn't mean it when I rejected you. I was just so surprised."
Good. The next line is... 'I wanted to go on dates with you, Oppa... and I thought about coming over to your room like this today, too.' Right? "Actually, while I was working... I often imagined you playing with me like a toy, Oppa."
Ugh, this succubus really doesn't listen! "Yerim-ah, can't you say it properly?" "I don't know, Oppa. Can't you just stick your cock in? Stir it around while moving your hips side to side..."
Yerim’s eyes were half-glazed as she felt my stake-like cock driving into her lower half. I eventually gave up and decided to just drive it in deep. Kissing her lips repeatedly, I thrust my body into her roughly. I felt like I was going to ejaculate after just a few piston thrusts, and it seemed Yerim was the same. "Oppa, I'm cumming, I'm cumming, haa-ut, haaaaaa---!"
Only after I’d pumped so much sperm into Yerim that I felt empty did I flop over to the side. Sweat was pouring off me like rain. Eight times really is impossible! Yerim seemed quite satisfied, too, as she leaned her head on my shoulder. Hmm, the scent of her shampoo. Even though it should be the same as mine, why does it smell so good? As I held Yerim in a daze, a sudden wave of drowsiness washed over me. Yerim closed her eyes, nodding off as well. Ah, I should... turn off the lamp...