The Fake Beast
Under the dim light of a motel room, a man and a woman were tangled together.
The woman’s cries kept breaking through the damp air of the room, one after another, without pause.
"Ugh! Hahhh... ahhhn!"
At the tail end of those muffled moans lingered a thick, sticky pleasure, the kind born from overwhelming fullness.
Squeak... squelch.
The room filled with the wet, rough sounds of tender flesh being ground under merciless force.
A pair of pale wrists were tied to the headboard, pulled taut. The skin around the leather cuffs had gone red and hot.
Each time the blindfolded woman’s head tipped back, the tendons in her neck stood out sharply.
Sweat slid down her throat and glistened in the fluorescent light, making her white naked body look all the more indecent.
Her lower half was being savagely ravaged.
What drove between her legs was a man’s sex, grotesquely thick veins bulging across its surface, the head absurdly huge.
That obscene thing drove into the mouth of her cunt, forcing it open to its limit.
"You little bitch, feels like you’re splitting in half, huh? What is it—too full to think straight?"
The man ground out the words as he moved his hips.
"A-ah! Y-yes... yes... Ahjussi... it’s... it’s so big... I love it... ahh!"
Though she sounded pained, the woman kept lifting her hips, trying to swallow the massive intruder even deeper.
The tender flesh around the reddened, bloodshot opening kept being drawn in and pulled back out again each time the shaft thrust in and out.
The man panted harshly, never once breaking rhythm.
With the violence of his movements, sweat poured from his forehead too, splashing down onto the woman’s stomach.
The lukewarm air from the air conditioner was nowhere near enough to cool him down.
He briefly sat up to control the pace and catch his breath.
"Huff... haah..."
The sweet smell of the woman’s saliva and musk drifted up between them.
Then, cutting through it, a foreign stench suddenly hit him.
The acrid, harsh odor of menthol cigarettes.
Frowning, the man turned his head.
On the nightstand beside the bed, a single cigarette burned lonely in the corner of a cheap plastic ashtray.
It wasn’t the remnant of something someone had been smoking—it felt staged, placed there solely to pollute the room.
Thin gray smoke curled upward, wavering in the air-conditioning breeze, and brushed the tip of his nose.
"Hoo—"
He puckered his lips and blew a short breath forward, scattering the smoke before his eyes.
"Ahjussi... more... please, put it in deeper."
Annoyed by the slowing pace, the woman wrapped her legs around him and clung to him.
The obscene sight of her licking her lips with sticky hunger, writhing in excitement because she couldn’t wait any longer.
The man turned his gaze back and looked down at her.
"You horny little whore!"
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
With the man’s crude insult, the sound of hips colliding rang out again through the room.
"Aah! Ah! Ahjussi! It’s... it’s scraping everything inside me! Too big! It’s coming! Ahhh!"
The inner walls of her cunt clenched madly, tightening around the shaft buried inside her. It was such a savage orgasm that her eyes rolled back and saliva dribbled from her lips.
Her whole body convulsed in pleasure, her thighs locking around the man’s hips.
The moment she screamed and squeezed down on him, the man’s brow furrowed even deeper.
But his expression wasn’t twisted by pleasure.
His eyes didn’t seem to be sharing in her climax at all; if anything, he looked as though he were concentrating on a job or a workout.
Rather than responding to her reaction, he drove his hips up with even more brute force.
"Come on, bitch, cum already!!"
"Aaaah! Ahjussi! Ahh! Hnnng..."
Her scream faded, but the tremors in her body did not.
Her toes flailed helplessly in the air, then curled rigidly.
The muscles along her sweat-soaked inner thighs twitched.
Her inner walls kept pulsing, sticky and relentless, as if refusing to let him go.
The man looked down at her shameless body as she basked in the aftermath of her climax.
The sight of her lying there, drowning in her own satisfaction, irritated him.
His mouth twisted faintly.
And then, without warning, he yanked the shaft that her inner walls had been gripping so tightly straight out.
Schlup!
With a vulgar sound, the massive length slid free.
The surface of the red shaft was slick and shining, smeared with the white froth and fluids the woman had spilled.
At the sudden loss, she gasped with a dazed expression.
"Smack!"
The man bent her legs apart and brought his wet palm down hard on her ass.
"Get on your knees. I’m going to turn that tight little cunt of yours into a rag too."
At his command, her body jolted and stiffened.
Panic spread beneath the blindfold.
"W-what? Ah... Ahjussi... I can’t... right now."
"Why? You said you fucked your husband like crazy. You even came prepared today. Don’t tell me you’re getting shy now?"
"That’s... with my husband it’s fine, but... Ahjussi, yours is so... big... it really won’t go in..."
Her voice shook. It sounded less like fear than embarrassment.
But the man ignored her completely and squeezed out a tube of gel, smearing it thickly over the red shaft.
Cold blobs of gel dropped one after another, soaking into the bedsheets.
Hesitant but unable to refuse him, the woman lowered herself onto the bed and arched her ass high in the air.
Between her pale, parted cheeks, a wrinkled opening could be seen, tense and shrunken tight.
The man pressed the gel-dripping mass of flesh against the center of her asshole.
When the cold foreign touch met her, her shoulders jerked and shrank away.
But instead of fleeing, she clutched the sheets tightly and dragged in a slow breath.
She was trying, somehow, to accept that abnormal weapon.
She rocked her hips from side to side, struggling to relax her sphincter.
"Huff... huhh... ngh..."
Watching her earnest effort, the man didn’t rush. He slowly shifted his weight into his hips.
With the slick feel of the gel, a heavy pressure began knocking at the sealed door.
"That’s it... let go. It’s okay. It’s going in."
The man whispered softly.
Instead of the rough curses from before, those coaxing words made the woman answer in a trembling voice as she steadied her breath.
"Mm... ah... y-yes... I think... it’s okay..."
"Good girl. It’s opening a little at a time. You can take all of Ahjussi."
The man spread her ass wide with both hands.
When the blunt head was forced in, it began grinding slowly against the tender flesh, inching deeper.
The folds of her anus tightened and stretched, reluctantly prying themselves open to match the diameter of the enormous red shaft.
"Ahn... nngh! Haa... ah, it hurts... it’s... so big..."
Cold sweat trickled down her forehead.
This was on a completely different level from what she normally enjoyed—an overwhelming bulk.
And then there was the friction, alien and fierce, like it might tear her skin apart.
She bit her lip and tried to endure it, but when the head had passed through nearly half of the sphincter, she hit her limit.
"W-wait... ngh! Ah! J-just wait a second...!"
Her tender flesh turned so pale it looked almost transparent from the strain.
Her ass muscles trembled violently, sending the unmistakable signal that no more was possible.
The man pressed in a little harder, muttering, "Just a little more, it’s almost all the way in," and at last a scream burst from her lips.
"Aah! No! It hurts! It hurts! Ahjussi! I’m tearing! Ahhh!"
The muscles of her ass hardened like stone, refusing the invader.
This wasn’t mere exaggeration. It was a physical rejection caused by the difference in size.
The man grabbed her hips and tried to force himself in a little more, but the tightly shut door showed no sign of opening.
"Tsk... relax a bit. Stop pretending."
"H-hah... I really don’t think I can, Ahjussi... Ah! Oppa! Wait! Don’t...!"
She turned her head and cried out in a hurry.
The word that burst from her desperate voice—Oppa. And above all, the tearful tone of her plea.
In that instant, the man’s hips stopped dead.
The taut tension in the room snapped all at once.
He immediately stopped trying to push inside and stepped back.
When the huge thing that had been pressed against her ass fell away, the woman let out a relieved breath and trembled.
The man bent forward and looked between her parted, reddened cheeks.
"You okay? Did I tear you?"
His voice had lost every trace of the beastly roughness it had carried moments earlier.
It was plain, gentle, almost ordinary.
The blindfolded woman heard that voice and, just like that, shed the fear from a moment ago and slipped back into a familiar tone.
"No... I’m not torn... but not yet. It’s too big, and it feels like my skin is getting rubbed raw..."
What she called "that thing" was the thick silicone sheath stretched over the man’s sex.
A so-called extension condom that could turn an ordinary member into a giant one.
At a glance, its appearance could almost fool someone into thinking it was real.
But the texture of silicone still fell far short of actual skin.
The man could only knead the shrinking extension condom in disappointment.
"Sorry... I thought it might work, so... I pushed it a little too hard."
He said this while rubbing her anus with his thumb.
The apology was sincere, but he couldn’t hide his regret.
"It’s okay, Oppa. I should’ve tried to take a little more too. I’m sorry."
The woman sounded apologetic as well.
The man let out a short breath of relief.
Then, with the hand that had been massaging her ass, he gave her cheek a light smack.
"Tch. That’s why I told you to stretch it out ahead of time. Useless bitch."
In an instant, the man’s tone shifted back into the slightly sharper Ahjussi voice from before.
"I’m sorry... sob... Ahjussi... my hole’s too tight... please forgive me..."
The woman reflexively hunched her shoulders, immediately slipping back into her role to match his performance.
"Hah, you’re killing the mood. Spread your cunt. I’ll keep pounding you until your pussy juice dries up."
"Yes... the front is... fine... please put it in, Ahjussi..."
As the woman rocked her hips, the red flesh between the split looseness of her lower half twitched.
As if the failure at anal sex had never happened, she was ready once again to moan with every thrust.
The man aimed the gel- and juice-slick silicone sleeve back at the mouth of her cunt.
Squeak.
Once again, the sound of silicone grinding into tender flesh began.
"Ah! Ahjussi! It feels so good! Your huge cock is the best!"
She screamed in pleasure as if she’d never hurt at all.
Her back arched sharply, and her face twisted obscenely.
Wordlessly, the man shoved the silicone shaft deeper and deeper.
Thwack, thwack, thwack.
Again the sound of flesh colliding with flesh and the wet slap of fluids shook the room.
Rough breathing, a trembling bed, skin shining under the light.
And over all that hot noise, a strange stillness seemed to settle like a filter.
The dim motel room.
In time with the repeated piston-like motion, the shadows of the two people cast on the wall swayed with the steady rhythm of a pendulum.
Under the red light, their tangled bodies became a single still life, like an oil painting laid across a white bed for its canvas.
It was also the portrait of one man’s desire, preserved like hardened paint.
In the painting that had hung in the same place for ten years, the man was still moving his hips mechanically.
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