Queen of Hearts

Kang Seulgi didn’t really look like she knew what she was doing.

With unsure hands she takes the third card from the top of the deck and places it face up on the table, next to the other two she had just revealed. She glances up at you with nervous eyes, anticipating that you would correct some mistake she had just made.

You nod approvingly in return, a smile on your lips. You smiled a lot around her, you’d found.

“Are you sure you know how to play hold ‘em? We can play something else…”

“No,” she snaps, eyes boring holes through the two cards she held with anxious fingers. Her lower lip curls beneath her teeth as her eyes dart back and forth between her cards and the three on the table, her mind clearly running at a million miles a minute as she tries to determine the strength of her hand. Her brow furrows with her effort. She looked adorable. She always did.

“Okay, well, we can lower the stakes, I suppose? That is, if you don’t feel confident about your chances,” you offer. You nod towards the two pairs of socks, yours and hers, that had formed the ante of the hand’s “pot.”

“No,” she repeats, eyes still darting back and forth between the cards on the table and the pair she held in her hand. “I chose poker. Strip poker. We’re playing. I’m no coward.”

You smirk as you take one more peek at the two cards you held face down beneath your hands. You curl the edges to reveal two kings. The animated royalty seems to glare up at you, almost accusingly, for taking advantage of an opponent who clearly only had a basic grasp on the rules of the game.

One of the three revealed cards on the table is another king, the king of hearts - and you were more than confident that the three of them would bring you an easy victory. The other two cards, a jack and a seven, are also hearts. The possibility of Seulgi having a flush of hearts crosses your mind, but given the nervous fidgeting of her fingers and the rapid movement of her eyes, you didn’t think it likely.

“I raise,” you state, sounding perhaps a bit more confident than you normally would if this were a serious game - you normally didn’t want your voice to give away the strength of your hand. But this was far from a serious game. And the prize was far different, and much more tantalizing than simple cash.

You reach for the hem of your t-shirt and peel it off your chest, tossing it atop the socks, before reaching beneath the table. When your hands reappear they are holding your gym shorts - and your boxers.

You throw them onto the table atop the quickly growing pile of discarded clothes that made up the slightly unorthodox “pot”. Seulgi’s eyes grow wide with surprise before the hint of a sly smile appears in the corner of her lips.

“Your shorts and your underwear?” she says, her eyes cast down towards her cards as she attempts to sound as nonchalant as possible. Her fidgeting fingers betray her anxiousness as they play nervously with the thin slips of cardboard, to say nothing of the quick swipe of her pink tongue over lips that were suddenly dry.

“Yep. Stakes too high for you, Seulgi?”

Her brow furrows at your challenge. She was never one to back down, not in the gym, and certainly not here. She was nothing if not competitive - and you were glad to use that particular character trait of hers to your advantage.

She glances once more at her cards, then once more at those on the table. When her eyes meet yours, there is a wickedness in them that you weren’t quite ready for.

“I call,” she states.

She reaches down for the hem of her tank top and slowly - painfully slowly - pulls it up over her torso.

You’d first met Seulgi at your local gym, where her skimpy, skintight choice of workout attire had attracted many a pair of eyes, including your own. You weren’t normally one for approaching girls at the gym - most of which understandably just wanted to be left alone to work out in peace. So you were somewhat surprised when she approached you for a spot - and boy was it hard to concentrate on anything other than her body as she did her set. You definitely felt more than one pair of jealous glares directed your way as the weeks passed and she became a gym buddy, before quickly becoming a friend outside of the gym as well.

So you were fairly familiar with her svelte toned physique - not that it kept you from licking your lips as she slips the thin cotton tank top off her body and flops it down onto the pile of clothing.

Your eyes wander her torso just as hers wandered yours. Slim, perfectly toned, all tight muscle without going overboard with the definition. Perfect vanilla skin covers it all. Small, perky breasts, their well-shaped roundness more than making up for the lack of volume beneath her black sports bra.

She watches you stare at her, watches you take in every newly-revealed inch of her body with hungry eyes.

She places her two cards face down atop the table before her hands disappear beneath the edge. When they reappear, the pink cotton workout shorts and the thin lace of her panties are tangled in her long fingers. She tosses them atop the “pot.”

You can’t help but lick your lips openly, all thought of hiding your arousal having fled from your mind. Just when your thoughts begin to turn back towards the game, Seulgi reaches for the hem of her sports bra and peels it off her torso.

Her round breasts bounce free as she pulls the skintight material over her chest. Her nipples, small and perfect just like the rest of her, poke teasingly in the low light. You couldn’t be sure unless you touched them, but you could’ve sworn they were already taut and tight with arousal.

You weren’t the only one being turned on by all this, it seemed.

“You’re naked, so it wouldn’t be fair if I had something on just because I have two pieces of underwear,” she says, the words slipping confidently from her lips as she re-gathers her cards, her upper arms pushing her small, naked breasts together and creating a delicious looking cleavage.

With a smirk, she pulls you from your trance.

“Next card?” she asks. You nod in reply, and she takes the next card from the top of the pile and burns it before flipping the one beneath it face up atop the table to join the other three.

It is a two of spades. Nothing that changes things for your hand - although Seulgi takes more than a few moments analyzing the newly revealed card and what it might have meant for hers. Her lower lip tucks under her front teeth once more.

Your eyes steal another glance at her body - the alluring curve of her neck, the definition in her collar bones, and the small, round breasts between her arms. What you would have given to-

“Your move,” she snaps, although thankfully her eyes are still locked on her cards and those on the table, seeming to miss your voyeuristic moment.

“Uh, sorry,” you say, giving your head a small shake. Your three kings were still strong, and you knew the chances of the newly revealed two of spades on the table giving Seulgi a better hand were slim. You take another peek at the two kings. They seem to challenge you, goad you into raising the stakes.

You glance up at Seulgi to gauge her reaction - although you couldn’t help but sneak another peek at her naked chest as your gaze makes its way to her face. Her breasts were small, round, perfect - just as you’d always thought they would be. You weren’t one to turn down a large cup size, but there was something about Seulgi’s small, petite chest that was so intensely alluring - like the rest of her.

“Maybe you can stop staring at my tits and make your move,” she says, snapping you once more from your trance.

“Can you really blame me?” you ask, earning a blush of pink on her cheeks in response.

“Just go,” she says, trying and failing to conceal the smile bursting apart her lips and those full cheeks of hers.

“I don’t really have much else to bet, Seulgi,” you state. “I’m not sure if you’ve noticed, but I’m naked here. We both are.”

“Then maybe you should check,” she replies, quickly - which surprises you.

She was a self-confessed poker newbie, and she told you herself earlier that she didn’t quite have the best grasp of the terminology. You’d expected her to tell you to “pass,” but instead…

“I check,” you say, a little hesitantly. Maybe your mind was imagining things. Maybe she knew what a ‘check’ was. Maybe…

“Well I’m naked too, as I’m sure you’ve noticed,” she states, mockingly. “But maybe I still have something to toss into the pot. Something to raise the stakes a little.”

Your eyebrow perks. There was only one more possible way the stakes could be raised any higher, but you needed to hear her say it to be sure you were catching on to what she was laying down.

“And what’s that, Seulgi?”

A wicked smile. A raised eyebrow to mirror your own. A swipe of her cute pink tongue on her cute pink lips.

“My mouth.”

Your breath leaves your lungs. You sit there, frozen, and while you would have wanted more than anything else to snap some cocky little one-liner back at her, the mere thought of sex with her renders you powerless to do much more than simply nod.

“I raise you,” she states, suddenly confident, suddenly sure of herself in a way she had not been the entire evening. “I put a blowjob into the pot.”

It takes you a moment to remember just how humans formed words using their biological organs. It takes you another moment to remember that oxygen was vital to ongoing survival, and that you should probably start gulping more of it down to feed suddenly empty lungs. When your lungs recover and they finally manage to put sounds together, you decide to goad her a little more.

“As much as I love hearing you say the word ‘blowjob,’ that’s not really something you can put in the pot. I mean, what’s stopping you from just running away and refusing to give it to me if I win?”

Seulgi’s eyes narrow, incredulous that you would accuse her of cowardice. “Fine,” she says, placing her two cards on the table, face down, before crossing her arms. “I’ll give it to you in advance.”

“So you’re confident I’m going to win, then?”

“No, I’m confident that when you get it, you’ll have no choice but to call my raise.”

Her implication draws a smile from the corners of your lips.

“Fine,” you state, as calmly as the circumstances and your vocal cords would allow. “I accept your terms.”

“Good.”

A joke pops up in your head. Later it would strike you as being extraordinarily cocky and arrogant, but you knew Seulgi and her sense of humor well enough that she would take it well, and so you decide to go for it.

“Time to add your bet to the pot, Miss Kang,” you say, before swinging your leg outward from under the table, revealing your stiffened cock.

Seulgi smirks at the cheesiness of your line, although it quickly turns into a hungry smile as her gaze settles on your shaft. Her eyes tell you she liked what she saw.

“Like what you see?” you ask, suddenly feeling emboldened by the clear need you saw in her eyes. On her full, round cheeks is a deep pink blush, but it is far from the cutesy blush of flattery from earlier in the evening - this one is a blush borne of more lewd emotions and thoughts.

“Maybe,” she snaps, eyes not leaving your cock, not even as she slips from the table and drops to her knees between your spread thighs. “But I think I’d like it better in my mouth.”

Her hand darts to the base of your cock. You gasp out loud at this first touch. Her touch - and the absolute filth that is tumbling out of her mouth - was all a little overwhelming. It was so much, so soon - not that you minded in the least, nor did you want to do anything to urge her to slow down.

“I agree, Seulgi. Now be a good little girl and suck my cock.”

There is a flash of something wicked in her eyes at your language and choice of words, as though they were words that she’d been longing to hear for a long time. You would have been lying if you’d said you hadn’t been longing to say them.

She licks her lips one more time - something which never ceased to enrapture you - before she brings your cock to her lips and takes you into her mouth.

You gasp aloud, louder than you would have expected. Every bit of air in your lungs rushes out from between your lips in an exhalation of pure pleasure. The hot, slick wetness of her mouth, of her tongue and her lips and the back of her throat - it is all so overwhelming, all too much to handle all at once.

You had started the evening looking forward to nothing more than a quiet shared dinner between friends after a workout - you’d had no idea it would end with your cock in her mouth.

She is every bit as skilled as you’d imagined she’d be during your lonelier nights. Her lips, tightly pursed around your length, quickly lather your shaft with her spit, providing amble lubrication for her deft, agile tongue as it pressed itself against your underside, sometimes swirling deliciously around your head with every exit of your shaft, sometimes swiping at your weeping slit. Her hand at the base of your cock pumps in time with the entry and exit of your shaft, and soon she settles into a merciless, quick pace.

“Fuck, Seulgi,” you gasp, your grip on the side of her head tightening around her scalp. Your free hand feels a need to touch her, and you reach for her shoulder, needing - desiring - every possible amount of skin-on-skin contact you could get. “Fuck, that feels so good,” you add.

“Mmmfmfmmffff,” she answers, and while you couldn’t be sure what she was trying to say, the fact that she was saying it around a mouthful of your cock aroused you more than any potential words ever could.

Her free hand reaches up between your legs, beginning to fondle your balls with gentle fingers. You cast your head back involuntarily, eyes closing as she works her magic between your legs.

For a few moments you are content to stay there, eyes shut, simply enjoying every single second of pleasure that Seulgi was working to produce on your cock. Every entry and exit of every fraction of your cock was so sublime, so pleasurable that it rendered you powerless, unable to do more than grip her head and shoulders with increasingly tightened fingers.

Almost involuntarily, the hand at her shoulder joins the other at her head, cradling her face.

“I want to fuck your face, Seulgi,” you state, the words leaving your mouth before your brain even knew you were forming them.

Seulgi lets your cock, slick and wet with her spit, slip from between her lips.

“Do it,” she hisses. “Don’t ask. Just fucking do it. Use my mouth.”

Her words goad you, spur you, turn you into something that ran purely on instinct and need. Your hands tighten around the sides of her face, her eyes giving you one last glance of open lust - before you bring her face down onto your cock, splitting her lips with your shaft.

You thrust up as best you can given your sitting position, your hands pulling her head up and down on your entire length, using her mouth and head like a fucktoy. Seulgi’s own hands claw deeply into your thighs as you begin to really use her for the first time, but she shows no signs of wanting you to stop or slow.

From around your cock she lets out a wet, dirty sound that is somewhere between a grunt and a moan - but one that nonetheless sounded like one of need, of want. Hurting her was the last thing you wanted to do, but her reaction to your sudden forcefulness told you that you were far from doing so.

And so you continue to fuck her mouth, pulling her head back onto your cock as you thrust up into it with a wild, reckless rhythm. Seulgi takes it well, closing her lips tightly around your spearing shaft, continuing to swirl her tongue around your tip as you have your way with her face. Tears begin to drip down from the corners of her mouth, mirrored by the drool already spilling from her lips, down her chin and onto the kitchen floor. Not that either one of you gave a damn. Not that either of you even noticed.

“Gonna fucking cum,” you hiss, the overwhelming pleasure of the past few minutes finally threatening to overcome the meager resistance you’d put up against it. A part of you wanted to see what would happen if you just came inside her mouth without warning - but you weren’t a monster. And the combination of groan and moan and sigh that leaves her cock-filled mouth tells you she appreciated the warning.

With one last thrust into her mouth you bury yourself inside her as deeply as you can, the tip of your cock piercing past the entrance of her throat as you finally cum, your cock spasming between her lips as it spurts thick, hot ropes of cum into Seulgi’s mouth and throat. The first two spurt directly into her throat, the rest coating her mouth in thick creaminess as your tip retreats from the back of her mouth.

You sigh and gasp with each rope of cum that paints her needy little mouth. Seulgi does the same, still managing to sigh and gasp even if her lips are closed around your still-spasming tip.

When it is finally over - and it seemed to last forever, this moment you’d dreamed of for so long - Seulgi lets your spent cock slip from her lips. She is a ruin - makeup running, spit and drool and cum spilling from her mouth. Not that she cared. She enjoyed it, relished the series of events that led her to looking like this. She loved it. Revelled in it. Wanted more of it.

She opens her mouth to show you her cum-filled tongue. Eyes still locked on yours, she swallows twice, sending your cum dripping down her needy throat.

She grins that ridiculously bright smile of hers, one that could light up any room. It had a slightly different context now - naked and on her knees with your fresh, warm cum still sliding down her throat - but it nonetheless coaxes a return smile from you as well.

She rises from her knees with considerable self-composure, wiping softly at her chin and lips with the back of one hand, casually, as though she were wiping away the remnants of a sip from a drink. You sit there, frozen, helpless, unable to do much more than watch the naked, perfect young woman sit atop the table, her ass on its edge, before spreading those thick, creamy thighs of hers apart to reveal the moist, dripping flesh between them.

She reaches down with her left hand, her middle and index fingers quickly finding and parting the outer lips of her pussy. The flesh between is dripping - not just moist or damp - dripping. All of this - the foreplay of the poker game, the stripping, the fucking of her face - it must have been an intense turn on.

“Now are you going to fold, or are you going to call my raise and eat my pussy?”

Her language is so vulgar. So tasteless and crass. But so perfectly encapsulating of the all-consuming desire coursing through her veins.

You’d long fantasized about this moment, whether alone at home or at the gym, when she’d be in the middle of her stretches, or doing reps on a leg machine, or bending to pick a weight up off the rack. You’d long dreamed about taking your time, worshipping those long, toned legs and full, muscular thighs with kisses and licks.

But that all went out the window - all of it fleeing in the face of need and hunger that Kang Seulgi’s body inspired in your loins.

You scoot forward, bringing the chair towards the table and between her spread legs and the creamy, soft skin of her inner thighs. Then you dive in.

You start with a long, slow lick from the bottom of her slit to the top, using every ounce of your self-control not to slurp at her like a hungry madman. She moans - a soft, airy moan that rises in pitch until it becomes a gasp as the tip of your tongue swipes against her engorged clit. The fingers holding her folds open tremble - but you are happy to take over for them, bringing your thumbs to her slit and holding her open carefully with the tips of your fingers.

You return your tongue to the base of her slick, wet flesh, giving her another lick with a hungry tongue. Then a third. Then a fourth. With each one she moans and groans and sighs. With each one she gets a little wetter, a little hotter on your tongue. With each one she loses a little more of her sanity.

Her left hand grasps wildly at the side of your head, her turn now to dig fingers into a scalp as she seeks some outlet for the pleasure you are bringing to her with your tongue and lips. After the upteenth lick of her slick pussy you clamp your lips around her clit, your tongue darting out and swiping at it with slow, strong swipes.

She spasms on the table. She lets more than one “Oh, fuck-!!” escape her lips. Her eyes shut. There is suddenly nothing more in the world. No cards poking her naked back, sticking to her body with sweat. No rough texture of the kitchen table beneath her butt, no loud squeaking noises as the table protests her weight and movements atop it. There is only your tongue, and the way it is playing with her body.

“Holy fucking shit,” she manages to hiss between gritted teeth, “Fuck, you eat me so good.”

“Mmmmfffm,” you hiss, your turn now to have your words muffled by wet, slick flesh and her bittersweet taste. You maintain your pace, not slowing or quickening - the way most girls that you’d been with preferred.

Her warm thighs closing around your face told you she liked it too.

Her heels lock themselves behind your shoulders as you continue to eat her, lips still locked around the upper part of her pussy as your tongue swipes away at her clit. She raises her ass off the table in an attempt to press herself even harder against your face, and you reach up and cup her firm cheeks like she was some bowl of soup you were raising to your lips, drinking of her, eating her, slurping her up like she was some type of food and not a quivering young woman on the verge of orgasm.

“Fuck, oh fuck, you’re eating me so good, fuck, your tongue– ohh!”

Her thighs tighten around your face. So warm and so soft. Her nails dig almost painfully into your scalp. But you didn’t care. She could have drawn blood and all you would have cared about was drinking more of her, slurping more of her wet, slick juices into your mouth like the thirstiest man on earth.

Your right hand leaves her ass to slip two fingers inside her. Her walls part easily for you, they are so drenched. Seulgi outright screams at this first penetration. Even before you can find the rough patch at the front of her pussy, she is already on the verge of orgasm.

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna-”

She doesn’t even finish her sentence. She quivers and squirms and her entire body quakes, trembling and shaking so much that it almost scares you. But you manage to hold on, manage to find that special spot inside her that sends her tumbling over the edge wantonly.

Then she squirts.

Her juices spill into your mouth, onto your fingers, and onto the table. There isn’t a lot of it - only a few strong rushes of clear liquid - and it takes you by surprise. But you gather it all up, swirl it in your mouth like some fine wine, and drink as much of it as you can, slurping it up with a hungry tongue.

When you raise your head, slick with her juices, from between her flushed thighs, the image of her sprawled out on the table is one you want to burn into your memory forever. Completely naked, skin flushed, chest heaving in an attempt to feed starved lungs, each inhale revealing just a hint of the toned definition of her abs - not to mention the mess of slick juices covering her crotch and the table beneath. It was an image that any man would have given anything to see.

“Fuck,” she manages to say, breathlessly, her cheeks deep pink with seeming embarassment. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t know I would-”

“It’s okay,” you say, wiping her juices from your chin before licking it off, savoring the bittersweet taste of her body on your tongue. “It was pretty fucking hot. You taste amazing, Seulgi.”

She blushes. She begins to close her legs, and you fear that it is out of embarrassment, but your fears are allayed when she pulls you close with her heels on your butt. Your cock, newly stiffened, brushes up against her slick folds. That first hot, delicious contact draws a sigh from both of your lips.

You reach down, grasping your cock, readying it for what you hoped would come next. Both of you look down, between your heated, sweaty bodies, at your crotches and the hungry, eager flesh between you.

But Seulgi reaches down with her left hand, grasping your cock by its base. When you look up at her, she gives you a shake of her head.

“You haven’t won my pussy yet,” she says, before giving you a gentle but firm push away with the hand on your shaft. You stumble back into your chair as she slips off the table and back into hers. She leaves behind a small puddle of her juices on the table - which, by some miracle, has missed all of the cards.

“Now where were we? Oh, right. River card!”

Seulgi burns a card from the deck and flips another to join the four already revealed. She does so casually, confidently, as though she weren’t mere seconds removed from having been eaten out on the very table she was placing the cards on.

It takes you more than a few seconds to tear your eyes from her body and the small puddle of her juices on the table to focus onto the newly revealed card - which you note, after your eyes manage to tear themselves from Seulgi, is a five of clubs.

Like the turn card, the fifth and final river card does nothing to change your position. The suit further reduces the chances of Seulgi having a flush. You were still extremely confident in your three kings, even though you glance once more at the two cards in your possession just to make sure. The two in your hand return your glance. Had they been animated, you could’ve sworn at least one of them would have given you a wink of approval.

You glance up at Seulgi to find she has fixated you with a look full of anticipation.

“I check.”

She smiles, as though she were hoping you would check.

“I raise.”

“And what form will your raise take, Miss Kang?”

“My pussy. And if you’re a good boy, maybe my ass. Maybe I put a night of use in the pot.”

“You’ll have to explain what that means, Seulgi,” you state, as calmly as your lips and tongue are able.

“Whoever wins gets to fuck the other - all night. Whenever, however, wherever they want.”

You gulp the biggest, deepest gulp you’d gulped in your entire life.

“So the loser becomes a fucktoy?”

“More like the winner wins a fucktoy,” she answers, “but sure, you can think of it however you want.”

“I feel like we’d both end up winners,” you state, matter-of-factly. “One of us gets treated like a fucktoy, the other gets to use a fucktoy. I wouldn’t mind being the winner or the loser at this point. Either way, I get my dick wet. Again.”

A sly, devilish smile appears on her pink lips.

“I don’t know about that,” she replies. “It’s not that simple. I think I’d prefer one over the other.”

“And which one is that?”

Seulgi shrugs playfully. When she looks up at you, there is nothing but lust in her eyes - and a sly confidence that you hadn’t seen to that point in the evening.

“Only one way to find out,” she says, slyly. “Are you gonna call, or are you gonna fold?”

You glance once more at the two kings. You could have sworn they were animated now - in your mind’s eye you see them hooting and hollering at you, pumping fists in the air at what was most likely an impending victory. On the table, the third king does the same, convincing you that the three of them were more than enough to guarantee a night of debauchery - a night in which you were in control.

“I call,” you state, confidently. You reveal the two cards in your hand, placing the two kings aside the third on the table, the three cardboard monarchs united at last.

For the first time that night a frown graces Seulgi’s lips, although there is little sadness in it.

“Show me what you’ve got, Seulgi,” you say, double entendre fully intended. “Do you have a better hand, or are you gonna fold?”

The naked young woman squirms uncomfortably in her chair as she seems to give the cards in her hand one more look, eyes darting back and forth between her hand, the cards on the table, and your hungry, lustful eyes.

“I fold,” she says, dropping her cards face down onto the table.

She rises from the table before climbing atop it once more. You stand, and she spreads her legs to allow you between them again.

“Should we set some ground rules?” you ask, just as she grabs you by the side of your head and presses her lips to yours in a kiss that started surprisingly soft and tender but quickly becomes passionate and frenzied. Your tongues quickly find their counterparts and begin a duel, before you tear your lips from hers to dive into her long, graceful neck. She brings her mouth to your ear.

“You have to use me,” she hisses, “use me like you own me. Fuck me like I’m nothing but a prize you’ve just won. Fuck me until I’m dripping with your cum and can’t walk tomorrow.”

“Fuck, I want you so bad, Seulgi. I’ve been wanting this for so long.”

“So have I,” she replies, breathless. “I came all over you earlier. It’s your turn now. Cum all over me. Or inside me. Wherever you want.”

You take your stiffened cock in your right hand, placing it between the spread lips of Seulgi’s drenched pussy. She moans softly at the contact.

“You want this, don’t you, Seulgi? You want me to fuck you. You want me to use you.”

“Fuck yes,” is the breathless reply.

“All those days at the gym - all those times you showed off this tight little body of yours, all those times you stretched it out in front of me in those slutty shorts and tight sports bras - it was all because you wanted me to fuck your face. Wanted to squirt all over my face. Wanted me to fuck this tight little pussy of yours.”

“Fuck, yes! Fuck me please,” she hisses, her tone desperate now, needy.

With your left hand you press down on her soft, flushed thigh, spreading her further apart, opening up more of the tender, slick flesh between her legs.

You slap her pussy with your cock, the wet flesh hitting wet flesh with a slick thud. She moans a sly, dirty moan. Again. A third time. Wet cock hits wet pussy again and again and again and she becomes more of a needy, squirming mess with each slap, becoming more and more of a whiny, needy little thing in your arms.

“Fuck me please,” she cries. She is past asking now. She’s begging. Pleading.

You want to say something, something smart and clever or filthy and dirty. But the wet, quivering pussy spread beneath your cock presents you with the best opportunity for a response you could ask for.

You slip your cock between the spread lips of her pussy before pushing forward, filling her with your entire shaft in one hard, fast stroke.

Seulgi almost disintegrates at the penetration, her entire body going rigid, mouth frozen in an open “o”. The moan that would have left her lips becomes a breathless gasp instead as she is filled for the first time with cock, her inner walls stretched out around you like she has never been stretched before.

But you give her no time to relish the sensation. You didn’t care what she wanted - other than the fact that she wanted to be used as a toy for your own pleasure. And if that was what she wanted, that was what she was going to get.

You linger for only a second, balls deep inside her, before you withdraw your cock. Her walls tighten around you, her slick lips clinging to every inch of your cock as though trying in vain to keep it inside her. It comes out of her slick and wet and glistening. It is outside of her for only a moment.

You plunge back inside, thrusting deep and hard. She moans and sighs. You grunt and groan. The slick wetness inside her body adds to the cacophony of lust beginning to slowly and steadily rise in volume, filling the air with exhaled breath and wet thuds and creaks of protesting wood.

Your bodies are instruments, and the music you make is breathtaking.

You fuck Seulgi atop the table with a rough, torrid pace. It is one she quickly adjusts to, spreading her thighs apart to welcome each thrust while using her heels to dig into your butt and pull you inside her with each exit. Such is the strength in those toned, muscular legs that she is able to keep the last third of your cock inside her when you would have left only the head - perhaps all those leg presses were paying dividends after all.

She moans and sighs, the spill of wordless pleasure not once stopping. Her small breasts bounce alluringly atop her chest, nipples taut and tight, begging to have a mouth latched onto them - something you would have plenty of time to do so later. For now there was only the tight heat of her pussy pulsating and squeezing your cock with each thrust. It was all you wanted. All you needed.

“Fuck, you’re fucking stretching me out,” she snaps, finally able to conjure up words from the mess of emotions and sensations bombarding her pleasure-addled brain. “You’re so big inside me. Fuck, you fuck me so good.”

“And you’re so fucking tight, Seulgi,” you reply. “So fucking tight around my cock.”

“Mmm, fuck me. Harder. As hard as you want. Just fuck me.”

You do just that, letting your need and desire truly take hold of your actions as you pump away between her legs. The table beneath her creaks and groans. Not that you gave a damn. If it broke into two you’d still fuck her right there on the floor on top of the shattered pieces of the table.

“Mmm, fuck. You feel so good. Stretch me out… oh fuck, stretch my pussy.”

The words spill more regularly now from her lips as she adjusts to the roughness of your rhythm, a far cry from the wordless gasps she was emitting earlier. She props herself up on the table with her elbows, where she looks up at you with half-lidded eyes. Seulgi still manages to hold some sort of a challenge in those orbs, as though she really wanted to see you let loose, wanted to see you really take her over.

You give her one last thrust, filling her to the brim with cock until your crotch crashes against hers. You lean forward, and your hand reaches up to grab the side of her face and pulls her toward you, where you press your lips roughly against hers in a rushed, frenzied kiss.

Your hand doesn’t leave her, travelling up the side of her face to her sweat-moistened scalp, where you grab a fistful of her hair before jerking her head to the side so you can bring your mouth to her ear.

“I want you from behind,” you state, your tone leaving no room for dissent. It was a demand, an order to be fulfilled.

Seulgi fixates you with a wild, crazy look that tells you all you needed to know about her state of mind. You slip out of her and she slides off the table before turning around, presenting you with her round, firm butt. She bends forward on the table, resting her chest flat against the surface, before reaching behind her with hands to spread the cheeks of her ass apart to reveal her puckered asshole and the dripping pussy beneath it.

“Fuck me,” she says in a tone that is somewhere between a hiss and a moan. “You own both of them. Pick a hole and fuck it.”

You reach forward to squeeze a firm ass cheek, giving it a strong smack that leaves behind a reddened imprint of your palm on the flushed pink flesh. Your thumb drifts towards the puckered hole of her ass - but considering how close you were to your own orgasm, you weren’t sure you would’ve lasted long enough to truly enjoy it. And if what she said was true about this being an all-night thing…

“I’ll take this ass later,” you state. “For now I’m gonna finish fucking this tight little pussy of yours.”

“Mmm, yes,” she replies, breathless, as though it was just what she wanted you to do. “Do it. It belongs to you. Mmmm… call it whatever you want, it’s yours.”

“I’m gonna fuck this cunt,” you grunt. “I’m gonna fuck this juicy, tight little cunt until you can’t fucking walk tomorrow.”

Seulgi lets out something that was somewhere between a moan and a grunt, as though your words had triggered something natural, something primal within her.

You press your head against her dripping slit, teasing the outer lips of her opening.

“Do it. Fuck my cunt. Are you… Are you gonna make it yours?”

You answer as you have before - by thrusting into her and filling her with cock. She groans as she is pushed forward on the table, the force of your cock filling her dragging her sensitive nipples across the rough surface. Playing cards stick to her chest, matted to her moist skin with sweat.

You begin fucking her - roughly, almost callously, giving no regard for her comfort or her pleasure. For her part she didn’t seem to mind, didn’t seem to resist. If anything she loved it - loved knowing she was being used for someone else’s pleasure, a mere toy or trophy for a game won, something to be enjoyed and used at someone else’s whim.

Your hands grasp her ass in a firm grip, filling your palms with the flushed, reddened flesh, occasionally giving it a hard smack or slap that only adds to the chorus of filthy sound that fills the room.

Any other moment you may have been embarrassed by how quickly you were approaching your orgasm, but with Seulgi, and her admitted desire to let you cum whenever you wanted - any thought of delaying the inevitable fled your mind. Your hands tighten around her ass, reaching down towards her tiny waist so you can grasp her hips and pull her back toward you with each thrust forward.

She moans and sighs and you let the lustful sounds fill your ears as you savor every note of it. Her wet, slick pussy tightens and pulsates around you as she squeezes you, milking your cock for everything it had. She is so wet - even given the squirting orgasm she had earlier, she is positively dripping. It stains your crotch and hers, dripping down her thighs, dripping from your thrusting cock to land in heavy drops on the kitchen floor. She is a mess, and she wouldn’t have had it any other way.

You near your peak. Your right hand, grasping her hip, travels up her moist, sweaty torso, relishing the feel of her creamy skin beneath your palm before you finally reach her shoulder. You pull her back as you slam forward with each thrust, fucking her deeper, harder, rougher.

“Gonna fucking cum,” you hiss between gritted teeth. As much as you wanted to fight it, wanted to prolong this ridiculously pleasurable experience, what beckoned on the other side was too delicious to deny yourself.

“Do it,” Seulgi replies in a desperate, breathless hiss. “Do it. Cum on me. Cum in me. Cum wherever you want - you own me. Make me take it. Make me yours! I’m… I’m your fucktoy!”

That’s it, that’s what sends you tumbling over the edge. You bury yourself inside Seulgi’s warm, dripping pussy before you finally let go, your cock spasming as it spurts thick ropes of creamy semen into her body, filling her up, making a mess of her already filthy body. It is an orgasm so powerful you almost black out - your hands tighten with a grip that surely would have been painful for Seulgi, had she not been just as lost in the throes of passion as you were.

Her pussy milks you, her walls quivering and pulsating randomly, drawing out each and every drop you had left. Even after you are done cumming she still squeezes and tightens her walls around you, drawing out every aftershock of pleasure for as long as she can.

You begin to thrust in and out of her, your body driven by some lingering need to continue fucking the helpless young woman and her cum-filled pussy. Your cock pulls in and out of her messy pussy, pushing your cum deeper inside her.

“Mmm, yes, fuck it into me,” she moans. “Fuck that cum deep inside me.”

But it lasts only for a few moments more before your sore, half-softened cock finally slips from her body. You don’t see it - you are too preoccupied with propping yourself up with your hands on the table - but you can hear and almost feel the heavy drops of semen as they drip from her well-fucked opening and onto the tiled floor.

You stumble backward, somehow landing your butt onto your chair. Seulgi straightens her back until she is standing, and you relish the sight of her from behind - skin flushed, hair frazzled, sweat dripping down her back in glistening streaks. A complete mess - but somehow more alluring and beautiful in that moment than you’d ever seen her.

She turns around to face you, naked, dripping, sweaty. The sight of her takes your breath away.

She says nothing, does nothing except fixate you with a smile made of equal parts satisfaction and anticipation. She moves on shaky legs to the gym bag she’d left on the floor before tossing it onto the table and rummaging through it, evidently looking for something.

Curiosity spurs you to reach over and grasp her two cards from the hand of poker you’d played what seemed like hours ago, turning them over on the table.

They are a jack and a queen - both hearts. Together with the three hearts on the table, they gave her a flush, which beat your triple kings.

“Seulgi,” you say, looking up at her with a fair amount of disbelief as she continues to rifle through her gym bag. “You know that a flush beats my three of a kind, right?”

Seulgi’s only response is a slight curling of her lips that is somehow innocent and devilish at the same time.

“Does it?” she says, intending to portray innocence even if her tone did not. “I didn’t know that.”

“You could have won if you’d wanted to.”

“I suppose I could.”

She finds what she is looking for in the gym bag. She slides the small plastic vial into your hand before turning around and walking towards the bedroom. Her long, toned legs have regained a little more of their strength. Her thighs still glisten in the light of the hallway beneath the round, tight cheeks of her ass.

“You’ll need that,” she says as she disappears around the corner, “if you want to use every part of me.”

In your hand is a vial of lube. You smile and toss the cards on the pile of clothing before following her into the bedroom.

From atop the pile of discarded clothes, the Queen of Hearts smiles a sly smile.