The Enema and the Oral Fixation
As soon as we climbed into the taxi, Yerim unni took off her mask and told the driver our home address. It was about a ten-minute ride. I placed the bags I was carrying on the seat beside me and moved to the middle, pressing myself right up against her.
"Unni, look at this." I showed her the photo I’d taken earlier. It was a picture of her ass and anus, fully exposed and covered in messy graffiti. She stared at her own lewdness as if spellbound.
"I-is this really me?"
In the photo, Yerim unni looked like a total pervert. The graffiti on her ass was truly extreme. Since she couldn't have written on her own ass so neatly, any man seeing this photo would easily imagine Yerim unni being tormented by a partner. If I posted this on Twitter, it would easily hit 2,000 retweets, no problem.
'Unni, imagine this goes up on the internet. How do you think people would react?' I whispered into her ear. She shuddered and rubbed her thighs together. She must be getting wet just from the imagination. With a dazed look in her eyes, she begged me, "Send me the photo."
Yerim unni couldn't control the volume of her voice due to her excitement. It was a sweet, breathy voice that perfectly demonstrated what a "seductive tone" meant. The taxi driver looked in the rearview mirror, startled. Yerim unni hurriedly tried to compose her expression. The driver cleared his throat and looked back at the road.
I sent her the photo and placed one of the bags of adult toys onto her thighs. Even if the driver turned his head, he wouldn't be able to see it. While pretending to show her something on my phone with my right hand, I used my left to hike up her dress. Realizing what I was about to do, Yerim unni didn't stop me; instead, she spread her legs just a little wider. Her lace panties, soaked through, were revealed beneath the navy dress. I lightly pressed my middle finger against the fabric.
'Hnnngh-'
The moment my finger made contact, Yerim unni let out a sharp, electric sigh. The taxi driver glanced at the rearview mirror again. Fortunately, this time, she had managed to fix her expression in advance. Meanwhile, I wiggled my middle finger. On my phone, I showed her the photo while teasing her pussy with my finger. She was losing her mind. To be teased like this, leaking pussy juice while trying to hold back moans in front of a driver—a pervert like her must love this, right?
Unable to hold it in any longer, she raised her left hand and gripped the handle by the window tightly. Her nipples poked through her dress, standing out prominently. Her pussy was leaking so much fluid it was practically drooling. As I teased her clitoris through her panties, her eyes grew wider and wider. She was struggling with all her might to hold back her voice.
"Ah, unni. Have you heard this music?"
I played a video on purpose, without earphones. The loud hip-hop music blared out, causing the driver to frown, but he didn't voice any complaints. If he knew what I was doing in the backseat, he'd be a lot more uncomfortable, so he should just bear with it. I used the loud music to mask her leaking sighs and moved my fingers more aggressively. I teased the area over her panties as if I were trying to crush her clitoris into pieces. Her lace thong was soaked through and had been pulled deep into her pussy; the fabric, only two fingers wide, was being swallowed up until it was nothing more than a thin thread. Her clitoris peeked out from the side of the panties. When I scratched it quickly with my middle finger, Yerim unni's toes curled upward sharply. I was glad I’d made her wear sandals. It made it easy to tell exactly how excited she was, and when she was climaxing.
She seemed to be right on the verge of an orgasm. I pinched her clitoris, which was swollen and bright red, and teased it even faster. Her toes twitched and tangled together. 'Looks like she's almost there.'
Finally, I curled my finger and flicked it so it grazed the tip of her clitoris. My fingernail scratched the tip, sending a sharp jolt of pleasure through her. Yerim unni’s body jolted and trembled violently. She did everything in her power to suppress her scream so the driver wouldn't hear, climaxing quietly. Honey-like fluid poured from her pussy. She was completely melted. To climax from a flick to the clit—she really was a pervert.
Once she had climaxed, Yerim unni’s body went limp. It was a great decision to have her sit behind the driver. Since she wasn't very visible, I could tease her to my heart's content. From now on, I’d have to make sure she sat in this seat whenever we took a taxi.
"We're here."
The driver stopped the car in front of our house. I handed him a ten-thousand-won bill, told him to keep the change, and dragged Yerim unni out by the wrist. She desperately covered her lower half with the bag she’d had on her lap. Since her dress had hiked up and couldn't cover her pussy, she had to use the bag. Once I closed the car door, she finally pulled down the hem of her dress. She was so excited that a little saliva was leaking from the corner of her mouth. Come to think of it, since she’d been forbidden from masturbating her clitoris since she met me, this must have been her first clitoral orgasm in a week.
"Unni, did it feel good to have a clitoral orgasm for the first time in a while?"
She didn't answer, just grabbed my wrist and climbed the stairs. As soon as we closed the door, she hugged me and kissed me roughly. Looking at me with desperate eyes, she moved her hips from side to side. She begged me to fuck her.
"Kangmin, Kangmin. Fuck me♥. Please. Fuck my pussy-♥"
"No."
Aaaah, she pouted and whined, but it was no use. Seeing my firm attitude, she realized it wasn't going to happen and changed her request. "Then, fuck my ass. I'm all prepared."
"Hey, it'd be a waste of the stuff I bought today. We should use that first."
"Th-then how about the dildo?"
Yerim unni let out a breathless moan and pulled out a dildo. Honestly, I wanted to forget about the stuff I bought and just fuck her ass doggy-style until I ejaculated. But we both knew that dragging it out until we were both on the verge of madness made the climax feel so much better. I pulled out the red leather restraints.
"First, start with this."
I didn't put them on her ankles; I fastened the restraints to both her wrists and her neck. As I tightened the restraints one notch at a time, Yerim unni’s face burned with masochistic excitement. Once they were adjusted to her size, I hooked a chain to the ring by her neck, connecting her hands to her throat. The chain was quite short, so she couldn't lower her hands below her shoulders anymore. When I made her get on all fours on the bed, she stuck her ass out in a kneeling plank position. Expecting me to fuck her ass right away, she tensed her anus, pushing out the anal plug. The plug twitched as if someone were inside her, then slid out with a pop. The sphincter, having been stretched to its widest point, twitched as it closed back up once the plug fell out. It was loose enough that I could have fucked her without any lube. The inside of her anus was glistening with leaked intestinal fluid. But no, that wouldn't do.
"Unni, can you read the writing on your left buttock?"
"2, 2L enema scheduled..."
She knew well. When I filled a 1L syringe with glycerin solution, Yerim unni’s eyes widened in fear. "Unni, Charles's limit was 500ml, right? But since you've played around with your ass a lot, 2L should be a breeze, right?"
It was a stretch, but Yerim unni squeezed her eyes shut and pushed her ass toward me. I inserted the sharp syringe into her pink anus and pressed down slowly. The liquid, enough to fill two bottles of water, was injected gradually. She gritted her teeth, her body trembling at the foreign sensation of the lukewarm liquid filling her belly. Come to think of it, unlike Charles, Yerim unni seemed to have quite a bit of experience with enemas.
"Unni, be honest. How many times have you done an enema until now?"
"A, a lot-♥"
She answered in informal speech, matching my tone. "How many times?"
"I, I don't know. While working part-time at the PC bang, I'd take money from the register, go to the pharmacy, buy enema solution—and then I'd imagine, 'What if I get caught?'—and I did enemas often-."
...Was that why the cash register never balanced? She was a woman who enjoyed hardcore roleplay, wasn't she?
"So, how does it feel to be given an enema by someone else?"
"I, I don't know- It's embarrassing-"
Yerim unni stuttered due to the stinging pressure in her lower abdomen. The liquid flowing into her belly now was 1L, twice the amount of the enema I’d given Charles. But it wasn't over yet. I filled the syringe one more time and inserted it into her ass. As the liquid surged in, she chattered her teeth and let out rough breaths. Her sphincter twitched as if she were about to shit herself at any moment. No, that wouldn't do. I picked up the anal plug and used it as a stopper to keep the enema fluid from leaking out. Yerim unni twisted her slightly swollen lower belly, already fighting the urge to defecate.
"Get up."
I grabbed her waist to support her and pulled her up. Yerim unni shook her head from side to side, pleading. "Don't, don't touch my belly-"
I pushed her body from behind and led her to the bathroom. She looked at me with a face that looked like she was about to cry and begged. "Kangmin-master... I, I think it's coming out. Please let me sit on the toilet."
But I refused. Instead, I thrust my cock in front of Yerim unni’s face. "Unni, I saw last time that you need some practice with fellatio. You're in a pretty desperate state right now, so you should be able to do it well, right? If you make me ejaculate with your mouth, I'll let you sit on the toilet."
Yerim unni’s eyes darkened at my words. I’d said I was going to do a hardcore play today, but was this too much...? Should I stop...? Was Yerim unni going to say the safe word? But Yerim unni’s masochistic tendencies seemed deeper than I’d imagined. With tears welling in the corners of her eyes from the intense fellatio, saliva stretching from her mouth, she opened her lips and swallowed the tip of my glans. Having tormented Yerim unni from morning until noon, my "alter ego" had been leaking pre-cum incessantly inside my pants. The smell was strong enough to reach me and sting my nose. But Yerim unni didn't care, pulling back the foreskin of my glans with her mouth and soaking it in saliva.
I could hear gurgling sounds from Yerim unni’s belly, and her pretty eyebrows twisted in pain. With 2L of glycerin solution churning inside her, she didn't seem to have the capacity to care about the smell. She was doing her best to make me ejaculate before she defecated on the bathroom floor, and because of that—my cock was being scraped by her teeth, and it hurt like hell. I was the one who told her to do it, but it hurt! This unni was terrible at fellatio!
I made her slow down and took out Yerim unni’s phone to start recording. If physical ejaculation was going to be difficult, I had to cover it with mental aspects. Just as I thought, Yerim unni’s fellatio slowed down once I started recording. Her hands were tied in the restraints so she couldn't cover her face, and her mouth was puckered as she swallowed my massive cock. She knew she looked pathetic, and the shame made her slow down. Yerim unni’s clumsy mouth-pussy was quite a turn-on. I felt like I could cum if I went just a little further. But at that moment, Yerim unni pulled her mouth away and begged me. Her eyes were rimmed with tears from the intense fellatio, and saliva hung from her lips.
"Next time, next time... I'll really do it well... Please... Just this once, let it slide, I, I really feel like it's coming out right now..."
Looking up at me desperately from beneath my waist, she begged me to let her defecate. My brain cells felt like they were burning up in this situation.