28-IF. What If I Got Caught? (5)
My exhausted body is forcibly hauled upright. I can't just collapse while enduring the yank as he wraps my hair around his palm and drags me up.
"Agh! Aaagh!"
Naturally, screams burst out on their own. Forgetting I should hide quietly without anyone knowing, I cry out loudly on the empty roadside bathed in the blue light of dawn.
Tae-min's rough movements continue until his crotch presses right against my face. Even through his clothes, the man's thing—my first ever—is swollen far larger than I imagined. This must be what a guy's erection looks like... The front of his pants bulges so oppressively, like it's about to rip through any second. The rigid shape pushes the fabric taut in a stark outline that chokes my breath. The sharp contour visible through the thin cloth seizes my gaze—I can't tear my eyes away. He's excited looking at me... that's why it's like this?
Even as my scalp screams like it's being ripped off from the forced pull, seeing it makes my heart pound wildly. Every stinging pain piercing my scalp mixes agony with sweet stimulation, blanking my mind in a haze. Rational thought has long vanished, leaving only instinctive desire throbbing under my skin like a boil.
Tae-min releases my hair for a moment and yanks down his pants with frantic hands. A meat rod—infinitely harder and more erect than a nipple—thrusts right before my eyes. The red-hot flesh stands rigidly, radiating intimidation from the instant it hits my sight. It doesn't smell as much as I thought. In my fantasies, a man's cock always reeked dirty and sour, but this real one gives off a surprisingly clean scent. Faintly like soap. But in exchange, it's more grotesque than I imagined... even more than that. So huge and grotesquely veined, I can't help wondering if it even fits inside a pussy. Words fail me. Unknowingly, I gulp.
Even as my heart races like it's about to burst, my gaze keeps locking onto the cock right in front of me.
"Open your mouth, I said."
Not liking me frozen in place, he growls and grabs my hair again. Ah... I can't even look away now... Overwhelmed by the sheer presence before me—like hypnosis—my mouth parts slightly. In my daze, it forces past my lips, probing deep inside.
"Ughk! Um, mmph...! Hngh!"
The sudden shocking intrusion freezes my entire body. The hot, hard fullness stuffing my mouth shoves my tongue aside helplessly; the pressure scraping my mucous membranes chokes my breath. A foreign mass digs deep into my throat. Tears well up instinctively, no time to endure. The rough cock ravaging my mouth stimulates my uvula, sending nausea surging up my esophagus. But even then, it doesn't pause once—pushing deeper, heedless of my reactions.
Helplessness engulfs me. I want to resist but can't, escape but can't. And even in this... no, because of this situation, my body keeps heating up with arousal. Already climaxed once, it starts burning again.
"Mngh, ugh...! Mmm, haah...!"
Noticing how turned on I am, Tae-min's hands show no mercy. One fists my hair, jerking my head back and forth relentlessly. It's my body, yet I can't control it. He's just using my mouth like a toy—a mere masturbation sleeve. No urge to stop or fight back arises. The humiliation and degradation feel good, so I slacken completely, surrendering my body. Feeling him fuck my mouth at his pace, his depth, his whim—it drives me wild with excitement.
Sexual nerves aren't in the mouth, so oral shouldn't arouse me. But these injustices, these utterly wretched atrocities—they feel so good.
"Hack! Cough, kgh... Haaang!"
At some point, the cock holds still while my body moves. My pussy slaps wetly against the stone floor over and over, my head bobs like a metronome in rapid repetition. This really is a masturbation toy... Not some tender first time with a loved one... treated like a real fucktoy. Pathetic. No first experience could be more pathetic. If it'd been forced start to finish, I could scream injustice to the world. But this? Basically self-inflicted. From stepping out naked, I should've expected it... just never thought it'd go this far.
But, but... it feels so good. Incredibly arousing. I know it's twisted to get off on this treatment... but I can't hold back. Even unfocused, I clearly feel moisture seeping into the squelching grind of my pussy on the rough stone. Even that sends electric thrills. The coarse floor scraping sensitive folds borders on pain, yet the pleasure crashes over me, making my hips shudder violently.
The briny liquid erupting in my mouth happens in a flash.
"Kgh! Haat... Cough, hngh...!"
Nose mashed to his lower belly in deepest impalement, Tae-min crushes my head down. Hot liquid floods my mouth simultaneously. The abrupt heat engulfs everything; all sensation converges there. The thick, scorching mass brushes my tongue's back, trickling deep into my throat. The vivid texture etches too sharply. Like lava scorching down, the semen leaves a burning afterglow in my esophagus, fiery as first liquor.
Impaled too deep to breathe, I can only swallow the gushing hot lust without refusal.
"Hack! Cough, cough! Kgh, hngh... Uuuum...."
The cock withdraws, trailing thick strings of saliva and cum. Coughing nonstop, I stare blankly, realizing something that huge filled my mouth. No need to gulp the semen dumped inside—poured throat-deep, only traces remain. Even those coat my mouth slick and fishy, revoltingly thick.
"Haa..."
Satisfied with my mouth-hole or from the pleasurable release, Tae-min sighs deeply. After staring blankly at me, his hand stirs again. He raises his phone, lens aimed straight at my face. Click, click. Cold shutter sounds echo through the space. Each mechanical chime feels like my existence is eternally sealed inside.
...Not far off. Such a lewd mess. Naked outside, rolling in trash... mouth still agape from sucking cock, drooling sticky saliva-cum mix—being photographed. And Tae-min's snapping these to immortalize my depravity, no doubt. Each one a noose for my neck, plain as day.
Yet no impulse to cover my face or tits. Instead, I gaze hazily into the lens. To look even lewder, seal off any escape. I even gape wide, tongue out, displaying the remnants inside. Knowing it'll forever document who I am, I crave even sharper capture. No returning to normal after this... If it's all spilling out anyway, might as well feel good. Resigning quietly that there's no turning back floods me with bizarre liberation—like morality's final thread snaps, drenching me in immoral ecstasy. Shame from pics like this? Just foreplay for pleasure now.
"Hey, from now on, when I call, come scampering over. Got it?"
My will means nothing. Choice abandoned me ages ago. Each light tap of Tae-min's fingers on my cheek leaves cool traces on my skin. I can't resist—just freeze in place. No, no will to resist. Really, truly a toy now. Electric euphoria floods my core.