Staircase Fellatio Spectacle
VVIPs are entering.
"Stream's live. You fucking slut."
The second the broadcast kicked on, Ji-hee, kneeling between my legs, flashed a huge grin at the camera lens and waved both hands wildly.
"Hellooo! It's your dog-slut Ji-hee~!"
Dressed in that trashy leather bunny girl outfit with holes cut out for her tits and pussy, pulling that shit was pure top-tier whore perfection.
The chat exploded right from the start.
Despite the blatant mockery flooding the chat, Ji-hee didn't give a single fuck. If anything, she cupped her tits and grinned even sluttier.
"Hehe. If I post this on SNS, Ji-hee's academy shuts down for good~! So you owners gotta take responsibility for Ji-hee forever~!"
Shameless bitch. But damn, she was optimized for streaming.
"Owner... Ji-hee's mouth is so bored~ Give me cock to suck quick. I wanna suck it so bad~..."
She begged in that cutesy nasal whine, reaching for my zipper. But I smacked her hand away and just leaned back on the sofa, taking a deep drag from my cigarette.
I exhaled a long plume of smoke, staring down at the top of her head with blank, dry eyes.
The big spenders in chat started reacting with confusion too. Lee Ji-hee's pupils trembled faintly as she knelt between my legs.
Normally, the second the stream went live, I'd yank out my cock and ram it down her throat, making her gag while prompting missions. But here I was, sitting like a stone Buddha, just smoking. She was clearly rattled.
I could see right through that sharp, calculating brain of hers whirring away.
'If oppa stays like this the whole time... no missions pop, my earnings go to shit.'
She didn't know Ji-hye's stream had pulled 1.25 billion yesterday, but this money-hungry bitch's instincts were screaming warnings. To claim top whore by revenue—after I'd pressured her earlier—she needed a massive dopamine hit to rile up the perverts on the other side of the screen.
But if the director responsible for that hit just sat there doing jack shit?
Only one answer: she'd have to pull some insane stunt herself, make the show, and get me to unzip.
Ji-hee dropped flat to the floor in a flash, not caring if her pussy dragged on the ground through the hole in her bunny suit. On all fours like a dog, she desperately started begging for head.
"O-owner... please? Yeah? Put your cock in Ji-hee's mouth. I can suck it so fucking good~..."
"......"
"Owner's cock not in my mouth, it's making my throat itch so bad. Please. I'm begging... Viewers! Tell our owner to shove his cock in my mouth quick—spam the chat~!"
Now she was begging the audience too. Instead of answering, I kicked off my slipper and planted my bare foot under her chin.
"Ah..."
She froze for a second, then grabbed my foot with both hands like it was a holy relic—prime stream fodder.
"Haa... Owner's foot... love it so much~..."
She parted her lips and started lapping at my big toe. Slurp, slobber.Slurrrp. Her red tongue, drenched in spit, wormed between my toes with wet, sticky smacks.
"Slurp... Mmm... Smack. Sluuuurp. Owner's toes so tasty~♥ Slobber."
Sucking each toe with loud pops—pure spectacle.
"Sucks toes good. Wonder what your followers and students would think seeing you like this, Lee Ji-hee?"
Slurrrp... "Hngg... They'd think filthy cumrag~..."
She'd really gotten the picture now. In that slutty bunny suit with holes for tits and pussy, slobbering over a man's toes just for cash and cock. Peak capitalist submission bliss.
She sucked each toe meticulously, then dragged her tongue up my sole and instep.
"Mmm, slurp.Slurp. Ahhng... Haa...♥"
With nasal moans, she traced every curve of my sole, slathering saliva even on my heel. All while angling for the camera, calculating how her tits jiggled just right. Dancer instincts—knew exactly how to move for pervert ecstasy.
The bros' tips started trickling in, hundreds here and there. Pocket change for Ji-hee, though—not enough.
She needed something edgier. She yanked my wet foot to her chest, rubbing it between her tits and nipples.
"Haa... Owner. Ji-hee sucked your feet so pretty like this..."
She rubbed her spit-soaked foot on her cheek like a puppy wagging its tail.
"Now plz let me suck cock too? Yeah? Yeah? Without owner's cock, Ji-hee has no value~... Plleeease~..."
Whining like a bitch in heat, grinding her face and tits on my ankle. I wiped my saliva-drenched foot on her cheek.
"Hey."
"Ah, ahh... Hnng... O-owner... You finally spoke♥"
"Fuck. Cock that hungry? Figure it out—pants off, pull it out, suck it. I gotta serve it up nice?"
My dry curse and indifference.
"H-ha... But touching owner's cock without permission..."
"True. Good training, you fucking bitch."
Praise. To this money-mad slut, it was the green light to hunt.
"Thank you! Owner! Can I pull out your cock myself? Can Ji-hee undress you and put your noble cock in her mouth?"
She bombarded me with ecstatic questions.
"Yeah. Permission granted—suck it. Oh. But I wanna chill upstairs? If it slips from your mouth on the way, you're out."
"Yes! Won't slip! Never ever, owner!"
Her hands fumbled desperately at my belt and zipper. My rock-hard cock sprang out, and she gripped the shaft like a lifeline.
"Haa... Owner's scent... Slurp!"
She engulfed the hot glans and shaft in one go. Slurp, slurrrp—!
"Smack, slurp... Mmm...♥"
Feeling her mouth stuffed full, she moaned in bliss. I stood up from the sofa.
"Gulk...?"
As I rose, she awkwardly stood with my cock in her mouth. Once I was fully up, she bent at a perfect 90 degrees, gripping my thighs tight to obey—no slipping.
Her back straight, leaning on my thighs, cock in mouth. Any step forward, and it'd spear her throat.
"No intention of letting go, huh."
I grabbed the camera with one hand, filming Lee Ji-hee from above—back bent, mouth stuffed with my cock.
"From now on, backpedal up to the second floor. Can't see shit, but step right. Dancer balance, right?"
"Mmmph...!"
"Remember: slips from your mouth, you're gone today."
"Go."
I took a step forward.
"Gulk! Gack!"
Matching my pace, she clutched my thighs and shuffled backward awkwardly. Blind terror of backing up, plus my cock thrusting her esophagus with every step.
"Grrk! Glrk! Slurrrp... Mmm!"
We crossed the first-floor studio to the stairs. Now the real trick.
"Climb."
Ji-hee felt out the invisible stairs behind her, stepping up backward one by one. Each stair lip made her torso wobble, my cock mercilessly stabbing her throat depths.
"Gack! Guhuk! Grrrk!"
Tears streamed from the gagging, soaking my pants and feet. But she clung to my thighs desperately, jaw aching wide to keep it in.
Overhead angle? Artistic gold. The higher we went, the tighter her lower body clenched. Legs bent, gripping my thighs, mouth locked—plus her fat pussy gaping through the hole, dripping juice on the stairs.
This grotesque, trashy circus I was filming had chat in meltdown.
"Gack! Glrk... Mmm... Slurp!"
Despite thigh-crushing pain and choking nausea, Ji-hee nailed the madness. Pouring her mirror-dance-honed muscles and balance into slutty backward steps just to keep my cock in.
"Damn, Lee Ji-hee. You're better than I imagined?"
I kept climbing without pause. Near-misses? I'd thrust my hips, glans slamming her esophagus.
"Guuuaack! Glrk!"
The hellish backward blowjob dragged on until we hit the second-floor hall. I herded her into the home gym: treadmill, bench press, squat rack, full-wall mirror. Old owner's workout setup.
Scattered among the gear: toys I'd prepped this morning.
I stopped dead center. Grabbed her sweat-, tear-, spit-soaked hair and yanked her head up.
"Phuaa! Haa... Haaa...!"
Cock popped free; she gulped air like a maniac. Legs buckled, collapsing on the gym floor—but eyes darted to mine desperately.
"Cough! O-owner...! I-I didn't let go once... Hehe, good girl...?"
"Yeah. Good."
I set the camera down and sat on the bench press chair. Grabbed a thick dildo from the floor toys and tossed it at her feet.
"Shove that in your pussy and crawl back to suck my cock."
"Yes, owner!"
Already fired up from the stair trek.
Sticky pussy juice trailed down her thighs from the hole.
Soaked—no lube needed. Lined it up, slammed it in deep, and crawled right between my legs.
"Turn it on, bitch. Don't half-ass it."
"Ahh! Sorry!"
She mashed the base, cranking vibration to max.
Vrrrrm—!
"Hiiiiaaang! Ah, ah! F-fuck! O-owner's cock..."
She engulfed my spit-shiny shaft again.
"Haa... Slurp... Mmm, gulk."
Time to ramp the tempo, milk some tips, then rest. Tomorrow, check on that Cha Su-ah bitch.