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Her light frame clings to you—one arm around your neck, one arm around your back, legs locked around you like a python ensnaring its prey, constricting your waist. One hand supports her lower back, keeping her body close, the other fumbles in your pockets for your keys.

You swing open the door to your apartment carelessly. You pin the young woman against the inside of your door, slamming it shut. Body to body. Mouth to mouth. A clash of two needy souls locked in an endless war of tongues. Tonight, those needs will be met.

Let’s recap how you got here.

As with any other Friday night, your colleagues and yourself were spending the evening winding down at a discreet hole-in-the-wall bar downtown—the downtown Dallas scene is popular with local businessmen. A wonderful variety of mid to upper-class bars provided great options for a night of social drinking.

The night started like many before it—with a seemingly endless supply of rum and coke, beer and those little flavoured vodka shots that went down with a kick, the consumption of which kicked off a series of jokes about the frustrations of dealing with hair-pulling cases and the shittiest clients, neither of which were mutually exclusive. Then, as it did every week, you expected the stench of alcohol, the dim lighting and the sense of comradery to transition to a lonely walk under the moonlight accompanied only by the stench of the sewer as you make your way to one of your old reliable booty calls.

For some reason, the guy who you have known ever since your very first law class, who seemed to only speak in clichés, chimed in with a comment that seemed almost prophetic “Expect the unexpected.”

You dismissed his comments with another drink—but as if by some divine intervention; the door swung open and the unexpected entered. A short, hooded figure completed her journey through the darkness of the night, arriving somewhere that fulfilled her two requirements; subtle lighting and a supply of whiskey.

It was rare for this bar to be visited by anyone other than the regulars and semi-regulars. You recognised most of the faces here, some of them only from your nights in the bar, others from work, and a select few are ex-clients, once victims of your jokes.

For the third time tonight, it came full circle, it was your turn to supply a round of drinks. Your new position moved you closer to the girl perched on the end of the bar. Her hoodie sat low over her face, keeping her identity hidden from many, but upon seeing you she raised her head. For a fleeting moment, you locked eyes. She seemed so different from everyone else, yet so familiar to you.

Sat back at your table, thirty minutes had passed. Thirty minutes of becoming increasingly distant from the conversations around you, trying to steal a glance from the mysterious woman at the bar. Several times, she sternly brushed off the advances of brazen men. Her gaze never noticeably moved from the tumbler of whiskey in front of her. Little did you know, however, she had stolen just as many looks at you in return.

Time was running short as the night wound down. If you didn’t act then, your chance would be gone forever. Finishing the last drink of your rum and cola, the concoction of toasted sweetness with vanilla undertones, you stood and prepared to test your luck. You’re no stranger to meeting a woman in a bar, usually with success, but everyone had their limits. If ever you had a limit, this girl would be it, as you saw so many egos cut down to size tonight by this woman.

Or so you thought.

You leaned on the bar. She turned ever so slightly to ensure that it was finally you who approached. The movement allowed a lock of pink hair to fall from her hood. You opened your mouth, about to drop one of your classic lines from the bank of those that end in some play on words about you being a lawyer and how you can get her off. Barely a syllable had left your mouth before she interrupted.

“Here to take me home?”

“Actually, I was here to scam you with some crypto, but that sounds better.”

Lightly amused as she cracked a small smile, she continued her more direct tone, “you recognise me, right? You must have seen the advertisements about the performance at the arena on Tuesday,” she questions without ever looking up from her drink.

You pondered for a moment the billboard outside your building before it hits you: the Twice world tour. “I wasn’t sure, but now I can’t believe it.”

“Well, don’t get all starstruck,” she began, lifting her glass and finishing her drink, “tonight I’m not an idol.” She placed one hand on your arm, the other raised to her mouth, and she bit the end of her finger. “Tonight I’m just your toy. Use me as a fuck toy.”

And now here you are, with Chaeyoung of Twice, pinned against your apartment door, ready to be used like a fuck toy.

You consider for a moment the journey to your bedroom—too far. Each step from here is arduous, another moment wasted when you could just rip off her clothes right here.

There’s no time to lose. You start with her zip-up hoodie, unzipping it and pulling down you expose her bare shoulders and angular collarbones separated by the fabric strap of her vest top. She drops one arm at a time, allowing you to methodically remove her hoodie.

The exposure shows off all the tattoos which decorate her well-kept skin. From the lips on her wrist to the shot-through heart behind her ear. Each image expresses her life. Symbolic of her freedom, her love, her members, her lust.

Breaking your kiss, Chaeyoung rests her forehead against yours. “Tonight I’m all yours. Use me, abuse me, make me feel everything. I’m your toy tonight.” Her lack of filter in her speech matches the drunken glazed look in her eyes. The whiskey in her breath spells out the exact reason she has lost all her inhibitions.

“You won’t be needing this, then.” With one hand holding her lower back, you use the other to grip the bottom of her shirt, pulling it up to her neck and then over her head, her arms raise to help it away from her body. She then busily unfastens the buttons of your shirt, pushing your sleeves away from your arms, and dropping the shirt to the floor. Skin to skin now. The cold flesh of her stomach against your own. Her grip on your back is tighter than before, followed by a renewed attack on your lips. You respond in turn with your tongue, tasting inside her mouth. A fencing match between two pink competitors that look set to play out to a draw.

She breaks your stalemate, saying, “and you won’t be needing these.” Her legs release from your waist, standing on her own two feet for the first time in a while. She drops her hands to your waist and hooks her thin fingers into the waistband of your trousers and underwear. Not to be slowed by undoing your trousers, Chaeyoung leverages her body weight onto your waistband. She drops to her knees, taking your trousers and underwear all the way down to your ankles.

“Oh my God,” Chaeyoung reacts to her first sight of what you hid under your clothes right in front of her face. “It’s so fucking big,” she continues, admiring it closely. She looks up at you with a ravenous look in her eyes. “It’s so thick, I can’t wait to feel it inside me.”

Your only response is to place a hand on the side of her face, your thumb over her lips. You further smudge her red lipstick before pushing your thumb firmly into her lips, splitting them apart, resting it on her tongue. She licks lightly, playing with your thumb in her mouth. Pushing it deeper elicits no reaction, as far back into her throat as your thumb can reach—no gagging, no spluttering, no resistance.

“Wow, this is going to be fun to use.”

Chaeyoung smiles around your thumb at your compliment. “How about you use it properly?” she asks, spitting out your thumb and placing a hand on each of your hips. Holding on tightly, she knows that she’s in for a bumpy ride. Your now-free thumb pushes down on her jaw, opening her mouth wide. Using your other hand, you guide your throbbing cock into her mouth, slapping it down onto her tongue and into her cheeks. Slowly, agonisingly, you push further forward to the back of her throat. Contact. Her throat constricts the tip of your cock. You slide into her throat, slowly finding resistance. Unable to go deeper, Chaeyoung’s head is pushed back against the door. Her jaw fights against your thumb, which holds it down. You release. Chaeyoung gratefully closes her messy strawberry lips around your cock.

Her cheeks hollow as she sucks hard on your cock as it throbs in her mouth. Not for a moment has she broken her intense stare as you pump into her throat, still looking up. You take it a little slowly, allowing her throat to adjust to your length.

You tried at least.

With her hands on your hips, Chaeyoung pulls and pushes your hips as you move, encouraging you to move more vigorously.

“Oh fuck! You are hungry for me!” you curse. In agreement, Chaeyoung continues to pull you deep into her throat. You oblige her request, fucking her throat as her head is stuck against the door. Finally, she splutters a little as her tight throat embraces your cock.

You have your way with her throat until she becomes visibly low on air. You release, allowing her to breathe deeply. She takes her chance to plead, “I want you to use my throat good. I’m your little whore. I want you to fill my throat with cum.” Immediately, she pulls your hips, taking your cock back inside.

You grip either side of her head. “I’m going to cum in your throat and you’re going to take it all.” You thrust hard and fast into her throat, using it for pleasure. Her eyes open wide as she begins to choke a little around your cock. Muted moans escape her mouth. She must enjoy how well you’re using her mouth. The vibrations of her moans drive you even closer to your high.

Any rhythm you had is lost as your cum shoots into her throat. “Oh FUCK!” you shout as your cock pulses inside her throat, each one draining your balls further. One of her hands grips your ass tightly, pulling you in so not a drop is wasted. Her other hand cradles your balls, encouraging you to release more into her throat.

For the first time, Chaeyoung closes her eyes as she savours the taste of your sweet liquid inside her. She swallows every drop. Continuing to suck everything you have.

You finally pull back, lifting Chaeyoung back to her feet. With her face closer to you, now you can see her glistening skin. Moisture has formed a thin film over her skin.

“I hope you have a lot more where that came from. I need that thick cock inside my pussy next. You aren’t done playing with your new favourite whore, are you?”

“Not at all. This whore has so much more to give me.”

“Take me then, use me!” she pleads with a fire burning in her eyes.

Use her, you will. One hand around her throat, you push her through your apartment. Guiding her into your bedroom. With a hint of aggression, you push her all the way to your full-length wall mounted mirror, slamming her body against it. “I like where this is going, but it will not get much further until you take these trousers off me.”

“You don’t deserve my help. Do it yourself, I’m going to watch,” you demand as you take two steps back.

Teasingly, she unbuttons her trousers. Chaeyoung moves them down at an agonisingly slow pace. Her panties are revealed as the outer layer falls. Her black panties are soaked. Being used at your front door clearly excited her. Her panties could hold no more, shown by the liquid, creating a shiny slick on her thighs. Next, the full length of her slender legs is exposed. It takes all your will to continue to admire and not grab her tight thighs. She kicks her trousers across the room, the motion highlights the toned muscle on her slim legs.

Now only in her underwear, she takes a step away from the mirror and spins. In a movement that you could watch all night, Chaeyoung tilts her upper body forward at a painstaking pace. As she moves, she pushes her ass further out. Her skimpy underwear hugs her tight ass cheeks, leaving much of her cheeks exposed to you. She bends almost ninety degrees with her hands against the mirror. Slowly she sways her ass side to side, her tight ass moves in front of you, the change in tensions as she moves causing her ass cheeks to peek out further.

Glancing over her shoulder, she places a forefinger on her bottom lip. “What are you going to do now? Are you going to stand there and stare at my tight ass, or are you going to come over here and fuck me?” She fakes a giggle to tease you. “I really hope it’s the second one. Your little whore really needs her pussy filled.” Moving her hand from her mouth, she bends a little further, lifting her ass into the air. Her hand slithers down her stomach, coming towards you and down to her wet panties. Her hand emerges between her stretched thighs. Chaeyoung uses two fingers to press against her pussy through her panties. Rubbing slowly to force a moan out of her mouth.

No more teasing. You step forth to claim what’s yours. “Is this what you want, huh?” You grip her panties on either side and pull them quickly down from her ass and drop them to her ankles. All the flesh of her small toned asscheeks are now on show. Her back arches downward away from you, creating a dip around her spine.

You rest your crotch up against her perfect, firm ass. Your hard cock resting over her ass, sitting in between her cheeks and onto her lower back. She bucks her ass upwards slightly, trying to grab your stiff length between her ass cheeks. She rocks ever so slightly, trying to create some friction.

“Look at you. So desperate. So needy. I bet you would let me do anything right now.”

“Yes! Anything! Please use me! In any way you want! Please! Please! PLEASE!”