Penpals

3 hours at the Four Seasons Hotel in Seoul, perfect. She checked herself before going in - cap, sunglasses, mask? Check. Time to head in.

"I made a reservation, under Choi Yewon." She deepened her voice best she could, if it was obvious, the concierge made no show of it.

"Miss Choi... Yes, the Executive Suite for one night, is that correct? Here is your keycard."

"Yes, thank you."

"Please enjoy your stay."

I will. Her mask hides not the smile on her face, but the bite on her lower lip in anticipation of what happens next. Arin gets in the elevator and heads for the top floor. She knows her suite is the second on the left, but she knocks on the first door on the left before taking another 20 steps to her door. She lets herself in, unpacking what little she brought. Pause for a brief moment to survey the suite, filled with amenities - flat-screen TV, a kitchen range, an office desk complete with a printer, all very good and very useless to her.

With unrushed haste she loses her clothes and puts on a bathrobe. When she hears the door close in the neighboring suite, she puts on a small piece of plastic - a simple carnival mask that hides her upper face, her disguise for playtime.

She opens a door in the suite, and it leads to a spacious and luxurious bathroom, including even a hot tub, and most importantly, a door connecting to the neighboring suite, where a man stands in front of her, similarly disguised and dressed in a robe.

"Hi Daddy, sorry I'm late," Arin greets him with a playful voice. Daddy Long Leg, that's what she knew him as.

"Not at all Mommy, I just got here too," He replies with a smile. Mommy Red Cheeks, that's what he knew her as.

They both disrobe, allowing the other to admire the body they dearly missed. No shyness or embarrassment - they've seen everything there is to see, everything except each other's face, he was Arin's "penpal" of a sort. Of course, now with the digital age, "textpal" is probably more appropriate.

For the two of them though, "sexpal" is by far the most appropriate. After a one-night anonymous fling with each other, they realized their compatibility in the bedroom was off the charts, and so with simple messages and some planning, an occasion like today is not rare, but also not often enough for their urges.

Arin loved this arrangement. With a simple mask on, both parties agreement-bound to never take it off, she could leave her image at the door. She didn't have to an idol, didn't have to be Oh My Girl's maknae, didn't have to be a lady even. Putting on the mask helped her shed her inhibitions, allowed her to explore herself to an extent society might not approve of.

Her "Daddy" loved it too, and she knew it, often feeling sore for the next day or two. After all, with her figure, who wouldn't want to do this, or rather, do her? This too, was to her benefit - he did not know she was a celebrity, so there was no pressure to perform, no worry about taking things too far. He could be rough, he could be gentle, he could indulge her, he could make her indulge him. He would do anything she asked, and she would do the same for him.

Arin bites her lip as she scans him again - he is above average in height, but there's another reason she called him Daddy Long Leg, and it pointed straight at her. She turns around for him, showing off her pale cheeks, no doubt to be made true to her pen name later.

"You want the bathtub?" he asks.

"Sure, you want the shower again?"

"Always." With a promising smile they wash themselves thoroughly - after all, can't get dirty if you're not clean beforehand. Almost at the same time they step out and dry themselves. She finds a hairdryer instantly in her hand, courtesy of a smiling Daddy Long Leg, an unspoken message to hurry up and dry her hair. Once clean they put on their robes again, and after taking 10 steps to the middle of the bathroom, they kiss, hungrily.

His tongue immediately clashes against hers, dancing and fighting her, not really for dominance, but more to argue over who missed the other more. He pulls her close, and Arin can't help but moan as she feels the long leg of her lover poking her.

"Your place or mine?" she asks.

"My place is closer I think." He wraps his hands around her waist, trying to pull her one step towards his room.

Arin resists, pulling on his bathrobe and tugging him one step her way.

"I think my place is closer."

"So it is, Mommy." She had a small mommy kink, but the way he says it just makes her want to baby him, control him, dominate him. Arin shudders at the thought, but gets even wetter between her legs. Kissing she drags him towards her suite, and with a slam the door opens - hour 1 begins.

"I missed you so much!" He moans into the kiss as Arin pulls the two of them onto the bed.

"Did you think of me?"

"Of course, every day!"

"Every night?"

"Yes."

"Except the past week?"

"Yes, I had to stop myself from thinking about you," he rasps. She reaches down between his legs, feeling for his load.

"You must have a lot built up then, all for me?"

"Yes, all for you mommy!" he groans at her touch.

"Good, I have something for you, get naked, then get on all fours." Arin smiles when she hears him comply almost immediately behind her. She reaches into her bag and pulls out his present. A loud, potentially identity revealing laugh escapes her when she presses the riding crop on his back, making him jump comically and turn to look.

"Is that a whip?"

"Yes, it's a present for you, but I want to try it out first, surely you won't mind?"

"Of course not mommy."

"Great, I want you to jack yourself off, but let me know when you're close, you are not allowed to cum." Immediately he obeys, sinking his right shoulder into the bed as he reaches for his cock, pumping it with slow strokes before ramping up.

"What are you thinking about?"

"You!"

"Don't think, just look." She stands behind him, disrobing and letting him ogle at her from between his own legs, her glistening thighs perfectly at his eye-level. "Like what you see? Is it everything you remember?"

"I love it mommy!" Arin runs a hand on his ass. So muscular, so toned! And so good for fucking her hard later. He watches her finger trace her slit, drawing a string of slick out. He couldn’t wait to be between her legs. "I'm close, I'm close!"

A loud smack rings in the room as Arin brings the crop down on where her hand just was earlier, and she feels herself clench when he grunts in pain and denied pleasure. Shit, I'm definitely getting a kink for this... oh well.

"Keep going."

Not too long later. "I'm going to cum-" Left cheek, smack.

"Please!" Right cheek.

"Fuck, please!" Left.

"Mommy please!" Right. Arin denies him orgasm four times. She sees him drooling onto the sheets, and his other head leaks precum all over the covers. She reaches for him, feeling him throb when she thumbs his tip, collecting some for herself.

"I've been a good boy, please mommy!"