LUXE: Ravenous Red

“It’s been a while since you’ve come, Sir.”

Asa towers over you. The outline of her puffy folds is stretched tight across the fabric between her thighs — or at least the outline you imagine.

“Did you not like the time we’ve spent together?” Gaeul asks, drawing a small whimper from you with a languid pull. A pull on your cock, of course. There’s nothing else that can make you moan this way—fuck—except maybe the slow push of her hand down your length, or the occasional flick of her small, tantalising tongue swiping whatever bead of liquid sin leaking from your slit.

You’re under a special kind of torture. It reminds you of the ancient water-drip method, only instead of water it’s Asa’s pussy juice. Sweet, glistening nectar that soaks her panties, coalescing on the damp patch, then falls. The drips never stop. You swear the rate is increasing, subtle but steady, as she grows more aroused watching Gaeul play with the meaty stick in her hands. Coupled with the fact that your limbs are locked by imaginary shackles of their words, you’re in utmost anguish that you cannot pull her down and stuff your face full of her pussy the way you’re aching to.

“It’s really interesting, isn’t it?” Asa says, lowering her essence-saturated snatch as she squats down, her wet desirable heat hovering just barely above your nose, smothering you with a thick fog of her filthy mocking stench.

“Sometimes I really wonder why,” Gaeul sighs. She presses her tongue flat on your balls, drawing a broad, slow stroke up the underside of your cock to the tip. Her hands join in, twisting upwards like she’s wringing out a towel. “Care to tell us?”

You let out a helpless grunt as Gaeul toys with your cock, taking her precious time to twist and pump her favourite piece of meat, eagerly extracting out copious amounts of cock juice with a languid smirk.

“I was short on funds,” you manage, your toes curling at the ecstatical pleasure flowing through your body. “I could only affor—”

Asa slams her full weight onto your face, muffling your oh-so-pathetic mouth. She grinds her hips down, stuffing your words right back into your throat, along with the juices that you have been craving since the session began. No, since the first and only time you had them.

“Excuses,” Asa sneers, reaching her hands down, spreading her palms across your body. She roams your entire body, tracing the contours of your chest, fingers dancing around everywhere except the places you want most. Then—

One flick. Two flicks. Each one accompanied with jerks of your hips.

“Needy little boy, aren’t you?”

Asa taunts you, controlling the throbs in your cock with every flick of your nipple-switches. She squeezes them lightly, taking care to pinch it just enough that they’re blushing from the enthralling tease.

“But here’s what we think,” Gaeul coos, exhaling a warm heat over your tip as she whispers your sins. “You’re a fucking liar.”

She takes your cock by the root and slaps it against her own face, punishing herself, or maybe just indulging in the thing she’s been craving — your big, fat, pussy-distending cock. You know she missed this as much as you missed her.

“If you were sooo poor,” Gaeul bubbles, blowing fresh saliva all around over the head and smearing the sex filth around her pouty lips, “you could have saved enough from two months of sessions.” She paints a glossy target of slime around her mouth, marking exactly where she might let your woman-fertilising batter land, if she ever feels gracious.

“Four months. Four months without my mouth wrapped around this delicious cock.” Gaeul whacks your cock on her face, using the tender force to apply a natural shade of blush on her cheek. “Did you like them so much?”

You try to answer, but Asa snaps her hips and drives her cunt harder onto your tongue, sliding your soft muscle between her folds. The only reply you can give is wet slurps and desperate swallows, drinking her juices like it’s the last thing your body needs.

“Fuck, I really missed this cock,” Asa mewls. She pushes Gaeul aside, leans down and stuffs you into her mouth, greedily gobbling all of Gaeul’s spit and mouth filth like it’s the richest sauce on the finest A5 wagyu steak.

Asa’s weight on your face eases a little as she devours your cock, allowing you one desperate, merciful breath. But before you can say anything of semblance, Gaeul circles around and aids, planting her hands on Asa’s hips, forcing the soaked cunt back down onto your mouth again.

“He’s awfully close already,” Gaeul mocks gently, rocking Asa’s hips up and down your small little cunt stabbing tongue. “Should we let him cum?”

Asa muffles around your cock with her lips sealed tight, sliding up and down your swollen length that was inevitably loaded full of cum, courtesy of you two smoking hot mistresses.

“Thought so,” Gaeul whispers against your ear. “Let me ask you this. Do you like those four sluts better than us?”

You shake your head vehemently to deny the accusation, but it conveniently draws out a sudden splash of hot slick as Asa squirts on your face.

“What a pandering answer. Words are empty, my dear boy. Perhaps you should prove it with actions instead.”

She gives Asa’s ass a sharp slap, signalling for her to get off you.

When you’re finally released, your face is stained, your cock is soiled, and both your lungs and you cock pant are panting for mercy — one for air, the other for release. You’re finally allowed a benevolent suspension of pleasurable torture; a foreplay of what’s to come.

Asa and Gaeul walk to the side, sitting down on the lush black couch. They swing one leg over the other, hiding their cunts from view. They rest their heads lazily against the armrests.

“Come in.”

The doors open.

The doors open. Four figures in pink step into the overwhelming red of the room. Four pink ladies that were your sin for each of the last four months. The pink on their bodies is a stark contrast to the overwhelming red of the room, so much so that it seems to offend your two mistresses.

“Since you claim that they aren’t better than us,” Asa says, “you’re going to prove it.”

“H-How?” you stutter.

Wonyoung breaks off from the group, walking straight towards you.

“Don’t you dare cum.”

Asa’s sharp words stab into your ears, popping any thoughts of cumming your brains out today. You look at the two women glaring at you, their red outfits serving to stress their anger.

“Hey, pretty boy~”

Wonyoung drops to her knees between your spread legs, cock at full mast and ever ready to re-experience the wondrous cock sucking you got the last time. The tight, shimmering pink top clings to her milky white skin; her long hair tied into a high ponytail. All for you to yank when she’s gobbling your cock like a whore.

“Did you miss these luscious lips?” Wonyoung teases, pressing her nose to your cock. She pushes her face down, pinning the hard, drooling length against your stomach, letting you leak uselessly into your navel while she inhales your sex scent like she’s starving.

You grunt impatiently, revelling in the dull friction as Wonyoung rubs her face along your shaft like a little kitten in heat. Her big doe eyes look up at you, lips curling into a smiling pout when she feels your shiver.

“I’m going to break you like I did last time, Sir.”

Wonyoung smirks and pulls up a little, letting your cock bob free. She marvels at the meat tower, feeling the heat radiating to her lips with drunken eyes, then descends.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head. Your brain shivers in micro spasms as her soft lips stretch around you and glide down, running over every ridge, treading over every vein.

All the way down, right to the root.

She is exactly as you remember: the best cock-sucker you’ve ever paid for. You know the answer you gave to Gaeul was a lie. Each of the four ladies has her own speciality. But today you cannot disappoint your mistresses.

You cannot cum.

“You can’t cum, okay?” Wonyoung says when she pulls back up. “Make sure you don’t. Otherwise, I’ll be very, very disappointed.”

She gives you a small wink and dives back down, enveloping you with her throat as she takes you deep. Her oesophagus dilates in a manner that’s both restricting and accommodating at the same time — trained from endless years of cocksucking, or a natural born talent, it doesn’t matter.

She’s a cock-guzzling whore of the highest tier.

She violates herself on your length, beating the voice box hidden deep within her throat. She punches out wet garbles and pounds out glugs out from her own throat, swirling her tongue over the head every time she rises for a breath. Within moments her mouth-slop has already flooded your entire cock, flowing down your balls, cascading over your inner thighs. She scrubs the walls of her throat with your cock like she’s brushing her teeth, trying to replace every drop of her saliva with your precum. She knows that’s impossible, but she continues nonetheless.