Innumerably Utilised

“What are you even called again? I.U.?”

You don’t even let her answer. Or rather, your mocking question is met with nothing but wet, choked gurgles and the melodious sound of her throat convulsing around your cock. It’s barely been minutes since you started shoving yourself down her throat, but her face is already so beautifully ruined by the smudging makeup that she has generously applied for you.

“Oh, don’t look at me like that,” you taunt, watching her struggle to take you back in as those famous doe eyes of hers widen and water with every plunge. “It only makes me want to ruin you even more.” You grip her silky brown hair tighter, fingers digging deeper into her scalp and push your hips forward without mercy.

“I and You, was that it?” you grunt, pushing yourself deeper. “Perhaps it just means I’m inside U.” You stuff another inch past the tight ring of her constricting throat walls, trying to set a new record of cock that the famed singer never thought she herself could take. "Isn’t that right, my precious little IU?”

She makes a broken, self-indulgent guttural sound that’s a mix of half-gag and half-moan, all while her smooth, milky delicate hands weakly rests on your outer thighs. Knees cradled between your legs in utter obedience, the nation’s little sister gobbles your cock desperately with her tight, spasming throat to devour more from your delectable protein oozing snack bar. Pre-cum leaks copiously into the depths of your very own cock-sucking whore, mixing with the lewd slime that’s flowing incessantly from the pores of her salivary glands.

It wasn’t as if you had planned to be this rough with your girlfriend. Well, as a matter of fact, you do want to be rough with her, but not without consent. However, today was different. Lee Ji-eun herself had begged you — practically whined — for you to stop holding back and finally use her like a toy. So, who were you to deny the requests and pleas of your now cock-guzzling-whore?

Feeling merciful, you pull back just enough to let her suck in a ragged, wheezing breath of respite. One that’s not even a full breath due to the sticky and slimy salivary barrier that’s occluding her partially opened mouth.

“Your name?” you ask mockingly.

“I-It’s… Lee Ji—”

Once again, you don’t let her answer. You cut her off instantly, slamming your cock back down her throat, stuffing her hoarse words right back inside her as you fill her emptiness up with a deep groan of pleasure.

“That’s cute. But wrong answer,” you growl, starting to face-fuck her with more face-fucking purpose than before. “Right now, you’re not Lee Ji-eun. You’re not the nation’s little sister. You’re not even my girlfriend. You’re just my pretty little cocksleeve.”

Slowing down your thrusts slightly, she takes the opportunity to swirl her gluttonous tongue around the underside of your shaft, trying her best to slobber and wrap your succulent sausage into a meat sandwich as though it’s for a new product launch at Subway. Her lips are stretched taut around your thickness, glossy with thick strings of salivary sauce that drip down her chin and onto the expensive bridal gown like stage outfit she’s still half wearing. The thin straps have long been yanked off her shoulder, the pink dress deconstructed and bunched around her waist, beneath her small perky tits that heaves with every sinful attempt to breathe through her nose.

“How about we play a game?” you grunt, pushing back deep into her orifice to muffle any reply. With a smirk, you clench every fibre of muscles in your arms, holding her in place. You take a deep breath in and revel in the rippling walls that’s dancing across your shaft, feeling the euphoric pleasure that’s sending uncountable sparks of inspiring ideas into your mind.

“Silence, huh? I guess that’s your consent,” you ridicule. “Do you want to earn back your name?”

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“Interesting answer. I will assume that’s a yes,” you smirk, holding her there, pressing her nose flush against your pelvis. “I’m going to ask you what I.U. stands for. Every correct answer earns you a breath of air. Every time you fail to give a satisfactory one… I get to punish that pretty throat.”

Savouring the kinaesthetic silence on your cock for long seconds, you smirk and appreciate the blossoming redness of her face as her asphyxiating eyes pleads up at you. When you finally pull out, a thick rope of saliva connects her swollen lips to your glistening cock. She gasps desperately, coughing and drooling as she smiles up at you.

“First question,” you say, tapping your heavy cock against her soft cheek. “What does I.U. stand for? Be creative, baby. Impress me.”

“I…I-Incredible… Unnie?” she says hoarsely.

You laugh darkly, unimpressed with her attempt. “One.” You grant her a single deep breath before shoving her head onto your cock in one smooth thrust. “Pathetic. That’s not nearly good enough for a global superstar like you. Next one.”

“I-Inside U?” she muffles around your cock, lips stretched wide as you pump her head relentlessly.

“Two,” you recite, pulling off to let her draw another merciful breath. “Still disappointing.”

“Anymore?”

She looks up at you, mind lost with the haze of lust and sex.

“Then let me show you how it’s done.”

You grip her head with both hands, fingers clasped around the back, locked tight.

“I.U. stands for… Incredibly Useful.”

You slam back in.

“I.U. stands for… Instant Use.”

Another brutal thrust.

“I.U. stands for… Ideal Usehole.”

Deeper.

“I.U. stands for Itty-bitty cocksleeve Under me.”

Every degrading name is punctuated by a harsh plunge onto you that’s met with a forceful snap of your hips, driving your cock repeatedly into her spasming throat as you make her take it. Her gagging grows wetter and messier, eyes drifting further back into her skull with every new name you capriciously invent.

You pull out briefly, strings of thick spit dangling from her chin as she wheezes in satisfaction from how roughly you’re treating her.

“Come on, princess. Just one good fucking answer.” you taunt, slapping your cock between her eyes, dragging her saliva and your pre-cum across her fluttering eyelids. “Are you really this useless, or are you purposefully failing because you’re enjoying it?”

"I-I don’t know…” she cries, face contorted in pleasure as you stand from the couch, towering over her. You grab on to her shoulders and toss her onto the couch, head dangling off the edge of the cushion that’s filled with the filth of her saliva — the excess that leaked off your cock and down your balls earlier. Her lower body rests awkwardly on the backrest, legs spread wide, causing the ruined pink dress to fall away towards her chest due to gravity. Her glistening, puffy pussy is completely exposed — already soaked, lips swollen and shiny with arousal, all for the world to see.

And right now, you are her entire world.

“Just one. One good fucking answer, IU, and I’ll use you like what you’ve always wanted,” you say, leaning forward to let your cock bob lightly over her nose. She opens her mouth to gulp at the musk that your cock is producing, inhaling your intoxicating scent shamelessly as your words just falls on deaf ears.

“Slut,” you chuckle in amusement. “I bestow upon you a new name.”

“Innumerably Utilised.”

The moment her new name leaves your mouth, you push your hips forward, sliding your length past her lips, pushing deep into her throat. She relaxes readily, tongue flattening on the top of your cock as you plunge in. You groan as you feed your cock into her, relishing how much warmer and further you are able to invade into her gullet from this position. When you’re pressed to the utmost limits, you look down to appreciate the wonderful bulge that you have made. It’s a pity you can’t see her beautiful eyes anymore, but with her, there’s much more to feast your sight on.

“Fuck me,” you laugh under your breath, thrusting deep and hard. “Look at you. Leaking like a broken appliance.”

Your hands roam up towards her thighs, pushing her legs further apart, fully exposing her dripping cunt. She’s absolutely soaked, puffy folds shimmering enticingly all in glory for you to see. Body jerking from the deep thrusts you’re delivering, a thin, sticky stream of her arousal is shaken off and dangling towards her belly like a cheap glaze.

But you’re a connoisseur of cheap things. So, you lean in and drag your tongue slowly through her wet folds, tasting her shameless sweetness while your cock continues abusing her throat. She gurgles wetly around your thickness, producing a eargasmic symphony of indulgence and sinful misery. Thick ropes of saliva — you assume, because you can’t see anything other than her pussy — spill continuously from her stretched lips, dripping onto the floor in messy puddles.

She doesn’t bother acknowledging the growing wet patch on her luxurious designer carpeted floor. Why would she? Appliances don’t complain about making a mess. Appliances also can’t complain about making a mess.

“That’s right… just lie there and get utilised,” you murmur against her cunt before plunging your tongue deep inside her, fucking her with it in rhythm with your hips. Her whole body jolts as you lap at her greedily, then pull back only to spit directly onto her swollen clit. The floor is utterly soaked from her stickiness, and you’re finding it hard to grab a stable foothold with the reduced friction.

As such, you kneel onto the edge of the couch, planting one knee firmly for leverage. The new position lets you slam into her throat with far more bestial hammering. You start pounding her face without restraint, using her dangling head like a onahole while your balls slap wetly against her forehead.

“Gosh you’re just like an extension power plug,” you say, sliding two fingers into her sopping pussy. “So many slots for me to utilise. Such a well-designed equipment that’s built for maximum utilisation, aren’t you?” Once your two fingers are firmly rested in, you slide a third and fourth in, stretching her easily. Her cunt swallows them all with an almost embarrassing eagerness.

She groans around your cock in approval — you assume — and you push harder. Your entire hand slowly sinks into her stretched, fluttering pussy until your entire wrist breaches her folds. She convulses violently, a choked, gurgling muffle vibrating down the length of your cock as you begin to fist-fuck her at the request of her long-awaited fantasy. Her juices overflow out and around your wrists, cascading down her tight waist as they soak into her bunched-up pink dress. Each plunge pushing a squelch, each withdrawal earning a shiver. The overflowing streams split into dendritic branches down her stomach, each one glistening under the romantic birthday lights that you’ve so graciously set up.