Silk Sheets and Urgent Needs

Pointed nails claw at the silk—risking piercing the fabric. A soft, comforting object pinned against her chest, trapped between her arm and bare upper body. Trembling and shaking, the five digits cling to the pillow as if survival depends on it. The other five wrestle to control that which satisfies her desires and press it firmly against her swollen nub.

Teeth clench tightly, the corner of the pillow trapped between them. Unrelenting force clasps it there; the only thing stopping Winter from billowing out moans at the top of her tonal voice and alerts her roommates. Only the low hum of the toy pleasuring Winter fills the room.

Her hands are full, mouth stuffed, and head full of thoughts of you. Winter pictures the scene in her mind. Fingers no longer hold the vibrating toy between her legs; instead, she runs them through your hair. Her long slim fingers reach down the back of your head, toward your nape, and firmly grip. She pulls you in between her spread milky thighs. Your tongue in place of the vibrator, assertively playing with her clit. Your wet lips are securely placed against hers, sucking lightly as you eat the needy cunt.

Overcome by the intense vibration against her sensitive spot, Winter begins to lose control. The image in her head of you becomes a blur while the pleasure takes over. Her mind is mush, and her face is flush. Winter cannot find the presence of mind to flick the switch on the vibrator that would send everything into overdrive. However, it’s already enough to drive her perilously close to a high.

The soft pillow had become the victim of this act. Still squeezed and scratched by her hand, gnawed and ragged inside her mouth. A tool to soak up the sounds escaping Winter’s mouth. From the soft continuous whimpers that lose all their audibility once muffled by it to the occasional shrill shriek as she hits the perfect spot with her toy before her shaky hands let it slip, and she has to find it again. It was her saviour because if it were not there, her roommates, maybe even the neighbours, would hear screams of your name.

Winter’s sculpted legs slam closed, her thighs hitting together, sending a ripple outwards through pale flesh. Her hand and toy are now trapped between them, held in the perfect place that will bring the desperate girl to a climax. Rising into the air, her knees bend, and her feet slide along the soft sheet toward her supple ass. The drumroll up to her approaching orgasm causes her toes to curl, gripping the sheets and pulling them out of place. Winter rolls onto her side, writhing in pleasure. Her hand slips from the pillow and slams down onto the firm mattress; she hits it a few times with an open palm before taking a handful of the sheet. Winter buries her face into a second pillow, the one behind her head, her wide open mouth letting out a stream of inaudible profanities between hyperventilating breaths. Thinking only of you, your face, your body, your long hard cock, Winter drives herself to a mind-shattering toe-curling orgasm.

Taking in as much air as she can in one deep breath, Winter rolls onto her back and sprawls out on the bed. Long legs fall open again, releasing her crushed hand and letting the vibrating toy fall onto the bed amidst a waterfall of cum. Body twitching, hips jolting forward, and legs spasming as her orgasm passes. The hole between her legs leaks uncontrollably, running down her fair skin and onto the bed. A pool of tasty juices goes to waste, making even more of a mess of the bed.

Winter whispers to herself, as if saying it out loud would make her fantasy come true, “I need to be fucked.” She waits for a moment for her wish to come true. When inevitably disappointed, she sighs and reaches for her still vibrating toy, resting on the wet sheets. She switches it off and places it to the side before picking up its partner in crime, her favourite dildo. “Guess I just have to fuck myself….”

Winter observes the cold glass dildo as she rests and prepares—the bubbled shape slotting perfectly between her fingers as she holds it. She longs for the smooth shaft in her hand to be real—to be your stiff cock which she loves so much. She has tried plenty of toys over the years, and this one is by far her favourite, but it’s still so different from the real thing.

She shifts it in her hand and holds the phallic imitation by the base, then trails the icy touch of the glass down her body, starting at her chest. Contact of the cold, hard toy with her taut nipples sends slight sensations through her body. She runs the side of the toy down between her perky tits and towards her toned stomach. The glass slides and bobbles over the tense muscles of her abdomen before moving dangerously close to her pussy.

She holds her breath as she pushes it down, and the cold, smooth dildo makes contact with its inevitable target. She slides the shaft between her small folds and against her used clit. It was more sensitive than ever after the intense period of play she just had with it. The cool sensation was both soothing and shocking, enough to make a small gasp escape her mouth. Slowly, Winter slides the toy up and down along her pussy, rotating it to ensure it’s covered in her cum, the most natural lubricant.

Winter gently closes her eyes, and a soft smile forms on her pink lips. “Okay, baby, fuck me, please,” she says under her breath to the imaginary you that kneels over her. She rubs the tip of the dildo up and down, from hole to clit, teasing herself just like you often do. “Please, baby, put it in me. Fill me up and fuck me.”

Winter answers her own pleas. She presses on the underside of the toy, allowing the first bubble of now cum-covered glass cock to push open her needy hole. Enabled by her own liquids, the tip slides in effortlessly.

She brings her free hand up to her chest, cupping one of the small tits inside it and trapping a nipple between two of her fingers. Winter squeezes and plays with her breast and makes one final plea to the imaginary you now leaning over her with the head of your cock buried inside her. “Don’t go easy on me; just fuck me. Fuck me good,” she whispers.

Another answer, another press and another section inside her, Winter repeats between sharp gasps, pushing deeper into her hole and causing her head to fall back and eyes to roll. Her hand squeezes tightly on her breast, almost as strong as her walls clench to the foreign object inside. So difficult now to continue, but determination and desire are strong forces. Winter digs deeper, stretching her passage, creating a corrupting combination of pain and pleasure. Her face contorts—all manner of expression—-as she can go no further. The limit has been reached, but more is yet to be done.

Winter tries her best to imitate when you pierce her with your cock. She rocks back and forth, self-impaling repeatedly—hips rocking into the thrusts, accepting the stiff attack of the intimidating toy.

Winter thinks of her favourite times—legs spread wide, knees slightly bent, and her milky thighs flanking her exposed innocence, ready to be defiled by you. All that is missing is your imposing figure, leaning over her and your real cock pumping in and out of her throbbing cunt. The size might compare, but Winter struggles to replicate the feeling, pumping the glass imitation in her narrow hole.

Winter desires you to be there, your body pressing down onto hers, keeping her pinned to the bed while you pound your cock into her, giving that splitting feeling as she struggles to contain you. She desires that feeling of the heat in your body as it burns up from the hard work and the sweat that starts to form under her palm as she paws at your chest.

Winter’s hand does become warm and sweaty from the hard work she endures, pumping herself full. Each time she hits deep into her stretched hole, a small whimper can be heard, quiet enough, so neither Karina and Ningning, nor Giselle have any idea of the rough fucking Winter is giving herself.

Suddenly aware of her rising volume in tandem with the pleasure, Winter shifts to her favourite position. She brings the other pillow next to the one beneath her head to give added comfort. She flips herself over—knees propping her hips into the air and face nestled into the feather-stuffed pillows. The cheeks of her tiny, tight ass were on show for anyone who would walk in at this inopportune moment. Winter’s hands reach beneath her burning core to her stuffed cunt, one taking hold of the phallus plugging her cunt, and the other reaching for her sensitive clit.

In rhythmic sync, one full circle of her clit with a fingertip matches one full thrust into her cunt. The bobbled toy pushes outwards against her sensitive walls in tandem with the rough playing of her most sensitive spot, stimulating Winter and driving her toward the second finish of the evening.

The waves of pleasure threaten to cause the tense muscles in her legs to give way. They tremble, physically shaking, and she struggles to hold herself up. Her knees begin to give way, sliding down the sheets, and her feet can’t stop them as toes curl under the pleasure. Her crotch is falling closer to the wet patch on the bed.

The pleasure culminates—the anticipation of her orgasm at a maximum. She is close now and completes the transition you had seen many times when you’re fucking her from behind, and her body gives way underneath you. You often found yourself pounding downwards into the subdued mess below you, prone boning Winter through her orgasm, something she desperately tries to replicate. She pulls aggressively on her toy, slamming it inside her and instinctively bucks her hips in response, desperate to extract every bit of pleasure.

The pillows under her face provide ample safety for Winter to allow herself to be louder. No longer restraining her voice, she can enjoy every aspect of the rough fucking she gives herself. A series of “Oh fucks!” intertwined with whining moans and repetitions of your name are all absorbed by the pillows. It also prevents the sweat from running onto her face; her body is now glistening under the low light in the room—which is a testament to the effort she is exuding into chasing a high.

Finally, she hits the breaking point. Not even her animalistic desires to be fucked can fight against the explosion of pleasure inside her. She’s forced to let the dildo fall from her pulsating cunt, the tightening walls rejecting its presence and her arms too weak to fight it. Winter jams two fingers into her pussy as a last resort, attempting to extend her orgasm.

The upper body of the subdued woman heaves up and down as she breathes deeply in exhaustion. Viscous liquid seeps from her hole, escaping around her fingers and onto her hand. The second release of cum runs down her palm and onto her forearms before eventually finding its way to joining the already soaked patch on the bed. The energy is sapped from Winter’s body. Unable to move, she rests silently in her own sticky mess.

“She’s in her room and has been there a while. We think she’s taking a nap.”

“Thanks, Jimin,” you reply calmly. You never had any trouble coming over to visit Winter; you always got along with her friends pretty well, especially Jimin. She was always more than happy to greet you and even asked you to hang out alone, a suggestion you have passed upon several times.

You reach out for the cold metal door handle to Winter’s room and open the door to her bedroom. The lights were out in her room, and walking in from the lit corridor made it challenging to make out much in the room. Only the faint outline of the objects you knew to always be in here. From the bed in the centre of the room to the desk by the left wall and the clothes rack on your right. One thing stood out—her milky skin stands out in even the darkest of rooms—your beautiful girlfriend, lying stark naked in the middle of the bed, face down. It couldn’t be anyone but her; you would recognise those slim legs, tight ass and toned back anywhere.

“Minjeong?” you say softly.

“AH!” she shouts, throwing herself over onto her back and having to reach out to stop herself from falling off the bed. She’s breathing heavily, but those shining eyes glint with happiness and excitement. “You’re here!”

“Surprise, I got off work a little early.”

She runs towards you naked, jumping onto you, wrapping her sweaty limbs around you and kissing you.

“Oh. I’m so happy you’re here! Come on. I need you.”

“Minjeong, what are—”

“Fuck me.” Winter reaches out a hand for the door and slams it behind you. “I need you to fuck me.”