Body Breaking - Mouth (1)
“Glurk… kek… bwoek…♡”
Whether I dry-heaved or not, he thrust his cock in without hesitation. The massive foreign object pistoning back and forth triggered intense revulsion, but the way it scraped my throat felt good. The uneven, bulging veins dragged roughly over the roof of my mouth and tongue, sending unwelcome shivers of pleasure. My airway blocked by force, my mouth desperately craved air, shoving my tongue out in a futile bid for any gap.
“How’s it feel? Your mouth pussy loving it, right~?”
His sweet voice echoed in my head, the vibrations sinking into my body like honeyed poison. His hips picked up speed. With each fierce thrust, his heavy, wrinkled balls slapped my nose, their musky scent flooding my mind. He rammed his cock as deep as it could go, gripping my throat where it bulged obscenely to match his girth.
“Kuhhh…!”
My breath cut off, agony flipping my eyes back. As my consciousness faded, the hot rush of semen pouring straight into my stomach yanked me awake. Some of the load couldn’t pass through my constricted throat and bubbled back up through my nose. The endless ejaculation felt eternal—I was sure I’d die.
“Puha… cough… cough… kehuk… uwhek…”
Ha-jin suddenly yanked his cock out, and my blocked throat burst open, spewing cum mixed with stomach acid. My mouth and nose reeked so strongly of semen I thought I’d lose my mind.
“Mm… you didn’t swallow it all, let some spill. Eh, whatever. Now clean my dirty cock nice and proper.”
My melted brain gulped down oxygen in a daze. I lay there blankly, missing his demand, until a sigh reached me.
“Hurry up and open that mouth pussy. Gotta wipe my dirty cock clean.”
His low whisper pierced my ear like ice, stirring inexplicable dread. My mind, once filled with disgust and revulsion, lay broken and crushed—fear alone remained, while my body shuddered in lingering ecstasy.
“Uh… y-yeah… ah…”
“Churp… sluurp…”
He dangled his cock before my nose again, and I carefully sucked it into my mouth. The fishy, lewd stench was worse now, mixed with an unpleasant grime that fogged my head anew. I lay there moving only my head, but Ha-jin slipped fingers into my pussy, teasing it slow and deliberate. Every time my pussy clenched in pleasure, he speared his cock deep into my throat.
Squelch—squelch—
His fingers stirred filthy wet sounds from my cunt, while my mouth-pussy slurped greedily around his shaft. The relentless stimulation and stench built convulsions through me, priming my body to cum.
“Should I stop here?”
I was so close, but his fingers halted, cock slipping free.
“Ah…”
A sigh of regret escaped me unbidden.
“It’s a mouth pussy, so cum with your mouth pussy.”
Right… my mouth is a pussy… gotta cum with it…
I lewdly parted my lips, begging for his cock. His fingers plunged back into my pussy, targeting only the sweet spots. My spine prickled, muscles contracting as I teetered on the edge. But again, fingers and cock withdrew before release. He tortured me like this for what felt like eternity, denying orgasm after orgasm. Now, even without his fingers, my brain registered cock in my pussy.
“Uwup…♡ glurk… bwoek…”
Each deep thrust made my belly thump like a drum. Another peak loomed, but he pulled out once more.
Ah… just a little deeper and I could’ve cum…
Frustration and agony gnawed at me.
“Beg me for real, and I’ll give you what you want.”
Self-respect be damned—I demanded it without hesitation, cheap and desperate.
“Put it in my mouth pussy… Oppa~♡”
I flicked my tongue, hot breath and pussy juices slicking my mouth-pussy. Fingers pried my jaws wide, pleading with utter sincerity. His cock slid onto my tongue like dipping into a pussy, tipping me over lightly. Then he slammed mercilessly deep, feeling like it reached my stomach—pure uterine bliss, cumming me again. In fading awareness, my pussy ached; I masturbated furiously with fingers. Ha-jin gripped my throat tight, molding it to his shape like an onahole. The sensation clenched my real pussy, squirting as I came.
Shhhaa… spurt… shwaaa—
One thrust squirted pussy juice; the next, piss. Endless pleasure, oxygen starvation, ceaseless fingering—it broke my mind, but this ecstasy was divine rapture.
“Gonna cum, so drink it all this time.”
Obeying his command, I swallowed the gushing semen with desperate fervor. My cock-blocked throat clenched to hold every drop, relaxed for air, clenched again—gulping nonstop.
“Guulp…!?”
My efforts failed; excess semen burst through my nose, foaming tiny bubbles.
“Gulp… slurrrp… gulp… kuh…♡ bleh…”
He withdrew, and I carefully rolled the remnants in my mouth, chewing and swallowing before opening wide to show him.
“Not quite perfect yet, but you’re getting there.”
Satisfied, Ha-jin smiled and stroked my head. Pride swelled at the praise, but fresh oxygen sharpened my mind. Rage and humiliation surged—I’d lost myself to pleasure again.
“Felt that good? Came buckets.”
“This… it’s the hypnosis… you must’ve done something again…”
“Mm… believe what you want. You’re just a slut, that’s all.”
Mocking my attempt to blame hypnosis for eagerly guzzling cum in bliss, he dressed haphazardly.
“Gotta savor you more later, so that’s enough for today. I’ll cover the bill—get lost.”
My body steamed with sweat, cum, and sticky arousal stench. He left me slumped blankly. The room reeked disgustingly; I sat empty. Clear-headed now, I pieced it together—my plight, the torments ahead from Ha-jin. Dread gripped me. Yet amid the fear, inexplicable heat and thrill rose, a mirror reflecting my faint, creepy smile. Chills ran down my spine.
After our motel fuck, Ha-jin slipped in late evening while Ha-jun oppa slept, demanding a bathroom blowjob. His perfect timing screamed hidden cams watching us—proof I danced in his palm, deepening my misery.
“What if oppa wakes? Why the bathroom…?”
“Just be quiet so he doesn’t~”
Ignoring me, he dropped his pants, forcing his rank cock into my mouth.
“Heads up—I haven’t washed properly, met some other girls too, so it’s kinda funky? Clean it good.”
The overwhelming stench dizzied me. Eyes squeezed shut against the filth invading my mouth, I sucked with all I had, desperate to make him cum quick and escape this hell. Tongue swirling, sucking hard—but Ha-jin sighed in annoyance, grabbed my head, and skullfucked me wildly.
“You’ll wake hyung like this, so lemme help.”
Ignoring my breath, he rammed like piercing my skull. Dizzy and dazed, thick fluid sliding deep into my throat snapped me back.
“Kuwek… uup…”
Panicking at the sudden load, I gagged—but he clamped my jaw, staring down intently. Overwhelmed, I slowly savored, chewing and swallowing.
“Puha… good girl. Off to bed then—see you tomorrow.”
Legs jelly, pussy wet, he abandoned me in the bathroom and headed to the study.
Next day, after Ha-jun oppa left for work, Ha-jin demanded more blowjobs nonstop.
“Jerk off while sucking me today.”
“You’re a real sicko…”
I protested feebly, but defiance was impossible—I obeyed.
“Ngh… churp… haa… huup…”
Morning sunlight on my lips—last kissed by oppa—now kissing and sucking another man’s cock. It crushed me. Squelch—squelch—squelch—
Ordered to masturbate, but fingering my dripping-wet pussy to sloppy sounds while blowing a stranger… hating how it aroused me.
“Churp…♡ haa… haa… hawup…♡”
At some point, I lost myself sucking, masturbating to it like a side dish. Fingers sped up as my body primed; my bobbing head matched the rhythm.
Shwaa…
Moans leaked around his cock as I crested— “Guup…!?” Ha-jin timed it, slamming deep, semen erupting like it craved my stomach, mixing with undigested breakfast.
“Uwek… uup…”
I fought the rising foreign mass, struggling to swallow the cum lodged midway.
From breakfast with oppa to his return, endless blowjobs left no time to eat—but a belly full of semen killed my hunger. Pussy drooling puddles on the floor, I soothed it with sex from Ha-jun oppa. Realizing Ha-jin fueled my sadism toward oppa, I tried pleasing him anyway, even if it soured me.
Today, sex with Ha-jun oppa wasn’t great, but I saw it as atonement.
“Uh… not… that today…?”
“That what?”
Cautiously stroking his cock for a blowjob, oppa slyly asked.
“You always… use your tits…”
My heart sank. Oppa awakening to masochism—because of me. Relief followed. Tormenting him was fine; it vented stress from Ha-jin, stirring forbidden curiosities.
“Hng… oppa’s a full perv now♡”
Pitiful, begging for torment—yet we still loved each other. I vowed to endure Ha-jin’s filthy games.