A Bit, A Lot, Then Too Much

When you first got the news from your father that you needed bodyguards, apparently for your “safety and security”, you’d vehemently rejected the need for it. Of course, you understand deep down that it was out of love—you’re your father’s only daughter, and he was really doing it to protect you, but the loss of your freedom and independence was not worth it.

Or so you thought.

To your credit, you tried fighting against having not one, but two bodyguards with you at all times. You’d protested all the way down to the day you were supposed to meet your “handlers”—five minutes before the meeting, specifically—and then promptly ate your words the moment you saw your assigned guards.

Shin Ryujin and Park Sohyun were that handsome.

Suddenly, having bodyguards around didn’t seem so bad anymore.

—

If your father knew what you were getting up to with your bodyguards, he’d probably throw a fit. 

Ryujin and Sohyun definitely took care of your safety and security, as was required. Anything else beyond that… the lesser he knows, the better.

You’re on a business trip with your bodyguards—being the chaebol daughter of a hotel conglomerate means you’re always out on business—but right now, whatever’s happening is anything but professional. You try to have fun where you can, after all.

You’re on your knees between your bodyguards, right in the centre of your suite. Your clothes are strewn all across the floor, and your arms are bound behind your back by a tie—Sohyun’s tie, to be exact. Both of them are half-dressed—Ryujin has her shirt fully opened to reveal her bare chest, and Sohyun has lost hers, leaving her topless. Their pants are still on, though you think it won’t be for long. Your bodyguards stand over you, their hard cocks twitching in front of your eyes, precum beading at the tips. You eye them hungrily, your pussy throbbing at how aroused they are for you. 

It had taken you months to get to this point. Simple, really—start off with a few flirty touches, bat your eyelashes, occasionally lay it thick with accidental brushes of your body, some hugs. Nothing that couldn’t be explained off as an accident or “friendliness”. Then, somewhere along the line, you’d started sending photos—again, nothing explicit… yet. Just some OOTDs, even if they were a little skimpy once in a while when off-business. Soon enough, you were modelling fits with Sohyun and Ryujin as your judges—specifically your clubbing outfits, which reveal lots of skin—and by that point, you’d noticed the differences in their gazes. What used to be professional had turned lustful—eyes that were once averted were now openly appreciating your figure, and you’d noticed more than once how your bodyguards had to (not so) discreetly attempt to adjust themselves so as to not give themselves away. The straw that broke the camel’s back for them, however, was your photo, taken fresh out of a shower prior to getting dressed, with a simple caption: ‘Am I pretty?’

That night, Sohyun and Ryujin showed you just how pretty they thought you were. Then the night after, and the one after as well. 

At that point, they were addicted to you, just as you were to them.

That brings you to tonight, where Ryujin guides her hard cock between your lips into your warm, wet mouth, all while Sohyun watches you take Ryujin in as she strokes her thick length. Gone is the professional boss-subordinate relationship—all that disappeared the moment the door to the suite closed. You’re a toy now, meant to be used for Sohyun’s and Ryujin’s pleasure. Immediately, you’re bobbing your head along Ryujin’s cock, and she hums at the pleasure you’re giving her. The sounds of pleasure that your bodyguards release goes straight down to your core, and heat rushes across your body as another wave of arousal washes over you.

“Ryujin, look, she’s dripping already.” 

Sohyun’s deep voice sends shivers down your spine. There’s a puddle of your arousal on the floor below you, and more slick drips from your core when she points out how desperately wet you are.

“Oh, she is…” You hear Ryujin’s grin as she speaks. She puts a hand on your head as she starts to thrust into your mouth. “Mmh—what a messy girl… So needy for our cocks that she’s leaking all over the floor.” Ryujin’s thick, hard cock pushes deeper down your throat, and she lets out a guttural moan when she hilts fully down your throat. “Fuck, Sohyun, watch how I’ll make her take my cock.”

With a firm grip on your hair, Ryujin begins to pull you off her cock while she pulls out of your mouth. When she reaches halfway along her length, she thrusts back in and fills your throat with her cock once more. You just know Sohyun’s piercing gaze is one of barely-restrained lust—you feel it burning and branding itself across your entire body. You feel a rush of wetness leak between your legs as you register the obscene noises you’re making as you take Ryujin’s cock in and out of you, the loud groans that Ryujin releases every time she hilts, and the sound of Sohyun stroking her cock next to you. All of it clouds your brain with even more lust and desperation. 

“No, shit, this isn’t enough—”

Ryujin grabs the sides of your head with both hands now. She holds you steady, and before you can even register the change, she shoves her entire length down your throat with one thrust, cutting off your air. She gives up holding back any of her wants now—she starts fucking your face fast and hard. Tears start to stream from your eyes, drool leaking from your mouth as Ryujin freely uses it like she would a toy, and it drips down your chin onto your breasts. 

“Do you know how much I’ve needed this, princess? You were so naughty last night, sending all those nudes in the group chat and all those videos of you deepthroating and fucking yourself with your toys moaning our names. Couldn’t resist one more day, huh? So much so that you had to show us how much of a needy girl you were while Sohyun and I were still so busy at work finalizing all the security details for you?” 

Ryujin sets a brutal pace with you—you’re forced to take in breaths of air when you can, when she’s not filling your throat with her cock. You’re choking on her length every time she hilts—her cock takes up every bit of space down your throat with every thrust, and each time she fills you, your nose brushes against her pelvis. With every thrust, you feel so small, so used, but all of it shoots down to your core—you throb, you leak, and you ache, all for Sohyun and Ryujin. 

Abruptly, Ryujin pulls out of your mouth, and you desperately gasp for air when she exits. Strings of spit cling to her cock, across the gap between your lips and chin, and she pulls your hair back harshly, painfully, so that you’re staring up at both her and Sohyun. She holds you there while Sohyun pulls her pants off, and your hungry eyes devour the sight in front of you. Sohyun’s slick cock twitches and drips as well, white precum hanging on by a thread from her tip. You whimper at the thought of how she’s next, how she’s going to use you just as rough as Ryujin did. 

“My turn, princess.”

Just like that, you’re handed off to your other bodyguard. Sohyun doesn’t waste any time—she’s already shoving her cock down your throat, and just like that, you’re choking on her cock. You struggle to breathe, hands balling into fists and toes curling inward as you try your best to get air when you can, but Sohyun is merciless. She just fucks your throat like she would your cunt, and the low moans she releases add to the filthy sounds that fill the room. Thick drool leaks from your mouth every time Sohyun pulls out, and Ryujin encourages her to fuck you harder, destroy your mouth, rail the discipline into you and punish you for being such a bad girl. You’re even more of a mess now, with tear streaks running down your face and additional trails of arousal down your thighs and legs—something that doesn’t escape Ryujin’s notice. 

“Sohyun, wait—we should get a photo.”

And just like that, Ryujin has her phone out, camera capturing every detail—arousal, humiliation, and the resulting mess. She doesn’t stop taking photos, even when Sohyun pushes herself back into your mouth. Somewhere along the line, she switches to video, and she records you with one hand while stroking herself with the other. Ryujin holds the phone over you so both her and Sohyun can watch, and you hear Sohyun giggle. 

“She looks like even more of a slut now than she did last night.”

The term brands itself across your skin in the form of arousal, and you can’t help but moan around the cock in your throat. Sohyun groans at the added sensation, and Ryujin audibly smiles at your reaction, doubling down on it. 

“What’s that? Like being called a slut, princess?”

“Of course she does.” Sohyun is quick to jump in. “She knows what she is. Even if we call her ‘Princess’ like we always do, she knows she’s a slut. That’s why she’s taking us like this without complaints. Am I right, princess? Or should I say… slut?”

You frantically nod, baring your thoughts and admitting it all. 

“That’s right.” The condescending tone that Sohyun uses has you whimpering. “Good girl…” She grabs you by the hair, watching intently as you bob your head along her length. “Look, she’s sucking my cock herself like a good slut would. It’s almost like the camera’s making her even more of one.”

“In that case, slut, keep putting on a good show for us, won’t you?”

You never get a chance to reply—Sohyun grabs you just like Ryujin did before you can. Once again, you’re at the mercy of your bodyguard—Sohyun shoves her entire length down your throat, and she sets just as brutal a pace as earlier as she fucks your mouth over and over and over. Once again, the wet, obscene sounds of your face being fucked fill the hotel suite, mixed with the unfettered moans of pleasure that Sohyun and Ryujin let out. The thought of the camera locked on you begins to erode every other thought you had—the idea that Ryujin was filming you at your filthiest, most desperate, most aroused state drives you crazy. It’s all too much—the sounds of you choking on Sohyun’s cock, the moans that the other girls let out, Ryujin’s hand gliding across her slick, glistening cock, the ‘slut’ term used on you, and the sheer need to fulfil the instruction given, to ‘put on a good show’. You feel the buzz beginning to take over you, slowly, bit by bit, just slowly creeping across your skin…

“Hey Sohyun, she—”

“Mmph!”

You never hear the end of Ryujin’s sentence. In fact, all you hear is static. You vaguely register yourself losing balance and falling back away from Sohyun’s cock. What you definitely register is the way your hips buck and the huge gush of squirt that sprays all over Sohyun’s and Ryujin’s legs. The orgasm comes unannounced—the mixture of thoughts, sounds, and sensations throw you over the edge, and you’re showering your bodyguards in the culmination of that potent, volatile catalyst that pushes your pleasure beyond your limit. You’re writhing, jerking, quaking on the floor, your feet folding just over your pussy, and you’re gushing on them as well. The already large puddle on the floor only grows larger with every burst of cum that sprays from your orgasming body, and you’re muttering curses mixed with your bodyguards’ names as the pleasure wrecks you. You don’t know how long it goes on for—all you know is that you feel divine, until it slowly subsides and you’re just a weak, crumpled heap on the floor, under your two bodyguards.

When you finally come to your senses, you’re met with the feral gazes that Sohyun and Ryujin level at you. Immediately, you’re bursting with apologies—that you came without their permission—but they’re ignored. Both Ryujin and Sohyun’s hands roughly grab at your body, and just like that, you’re lifted off the ground, into the air, then pulled over Ryujin’s shoulder. All of your words die at your throat, and any coherent thought is replaced by sheer arousal. The throb between your legs from knowing how easily you could be manhandled like that draws a loud moan from your throat, and when you’re thrown on the bed just as easily, you’re already shivering and dripping wet once again in anticipation for what’s to come for the rest of the night.

“We’re going to destroy you, princess.”