Firsts

“She’s a good choice.”

You weren’t quite sure how to take Momo’s statement, given the fact that she delivered it while licking the combination of slick fluids, both hers and Woody’s, from the young man’s half-erect cock. Her right hand is keeping his shaft upright, while her left is busy between her legs, fondling the fresh cum that Woody had pumped inside her a mere minute or two ago. Woody idly strokes the Japanese woman’s hair as if she were an obedient pet curled up between his legs, a dazed look on his face as though he weren’t quite believing what was actually happening to him - a look that was more than likely mirrored on your face as well.

You had to admit you were more than a little jealous of the fact that Woody was the one that got to cum inside Momo, but given the fact that you’d cum inside both Chaeyoung and Sana you suppose you weren’t really in any position to complain.

“Yeah, I would have picked her too,” Sana says softly from her position next to you on the bed, where she too is playing lazily with the moist flesh between her legs, enjoying the feel of your own still-warm cum leaking from her opening - at least, what was left of it after Chaeyoung had slurped out as much as she could. “But you should know, she has certain… preferences.”

“What kind of preferences?” you ask, somewhat distracted by Sana’s glistening fingers as she raises them to her lips and licks the slick fluids off with a flash of her pink tongue.

“You’ll see,” she answers, with a devilish smirk on her lips. You’d seen that smirk before, a million times, in their music videos and on variety shows; never in a million years could you have imagined you’d see it now, with her naked and leaning on your right shoulder as she slips a finger inside herself once more to play with your still warm cum. Your right hand wanders down her side to her round butt, where you give her ass a spank that extracts a playful yelp from the frisky Japanese girl.

“She’s ready!” comes Chaeyoung’s cheerful voice from the foyer of the hotel room. She is wearing a silky bathrobe that is only lazily tied at the waist, revealing the fact that she wasn’t wearing anything else underneath it. 

“Come on, Momo - I think these three will need the bed,” Sana states, shooting you a wink before making her way off the bed. 

“Alright,” Momo agrees with faux-reluctance, “I guess we can have some fun with Woody here in the bathroom while you three are…occupied.”

“Come now, Woody. You’re still good to go for a couple more times, right?” Sana asks, her high-pitched, playful tone like that of an owner speaking to a puppy.

The young man, still dazed and mostly confused, nods excitedly before he leaves the bedroom the same way he entered - with Sana dragging him by cock.

When the Japanese girls have vacated the room with their toy, Chaeyoung returns her attention to you, a mischievous smile on her cute features.

“Ready?”

“I-I think so,” you lie, not quite knowing what else you could do to prepare yourself for what was about to occur. The rest of the evening up this point had felt like a lust-fueled fever dream that you could not have dreamt up in a million years - how the hell could you consider yourself ready for what was going to happen next, when you could barely process what had already happened?

“Good,” Chaeyoung replies, her smile widening. She takes a few steps into the bedroom to reveal that she has been holding on to a thin, shiny silver chain - a chain attached to a pair of handcuffs.

Wearing the handcuffs is Chou Tzuyu, clad only in a lacy bra and matching set of panties - and a red silk blindfold.

“Our plaything is here, Pikachu.”

“Our p-plaything?”

“That’s right,” Chaeyoung answers as she pulls forward on the chain, pulling Tzuyu forward and into the room until they are both standing at the foot of the bed. “Like we said, this is a reward for making us cum. You got to pick who you wanted next. Most of us can be pretty bossy in the sack, but lucky for you, Tzuyu here loves being played with - isn’t that right, baby girl?”

“Y-yes, unnie,” Tzuyu answers, her polite tone cut somewhat with an underlying lust. The Taiwanese girl bites her lip after she delivers her answer - and you already begin to feel your cock stirring in response.

“Don’t worry, unnie will be here the whole time,” Chaeyoung says as she strokes the younger girl’s chestnut hair as it falls around naked shoulders, “and you don’t have to worry either, Pikachu. Our baby girl loves being treated like this.”

“O-okay,” you answer with a gulp.

“She especially likes when you use this.”

Chaeyoung retrieves a long black object from the folds of her robe, much like a sorceress retrieving her magic wand, and tosses it at your feet. It takes you a second to realize it is a riding crop.

“Come now, baby girl. I’ll get you into position.”

“Yes, unnie, please do,” Tzuyu answers, the immediacy of her answer betraying the anticipation of her body. You’d long considered Tzuyu to be listless and uninterested during her appearances, as though she weren’t as invested in the idol life as her fellow members. You’d long though it was due to the language barrier, or just that she was naturally more reserved than the others - but to see and hear her anticipation for the surely lewd acts to come was exciting to say the least. Perhaps her interests rested more in the bedroom than on the stage or in front of the cameras.

Chaeyoung motions for you to get off the bed, and you watch as Tzuyu lies on her back atop it, raising her arms above her head so Chaeyoung can tie the end of the chain tightly around the headboard. The length of the chain meant Tzuyu could still move around freely, even if her wrists were bound together. Nonetheless, the Taiwanese girl keeps her hands above her head as she settles down into the bed’s soft cotton sheets.

“She’s gorgeous, isn’t she, Pikachu?”

“Hell yes,” you answer quickly, the agreement spilling from your lips quicker than you would have anticipated. You take a moment to drink in the sight of Tzuyu’s body for the first time, and it truly was a sight that took your breath away. She was tall, slim and curvy in all the right places, covered with perfect, creamy light caramel skin. Her chest was not as well endowed as the other girls, but her breasts are still perfectly round, pushed up and together deliciously by a lacy strapless bra that created a wonderful looking cleavage.

Her hips and thighs, though - that was where Tzuyu shone. The girl had a tiny waist that flared out into full hips and thick, perfectly sculpted thighs - thighs that were already squirming on the bed in anticipation, the meaty flesh rubbing against each other in an attempt to produce some sort of release for the moist, hungry pussy between her legs.

You found yourself unconsciously licking your lips as you watch the Taiwanese girl’s hips and thighs squirm and writhe atop the bed.

Chaeyoung must have caught on to your eagerness to begin, as she picks up the riding crop from the bed and places the handle of it in your hand, covering it with her own, her small fingers wrapping around yours.

“Let’s begin, shall we, Pikachu?”

Chaeyoung brings the tip of the riding crop to Tzuyu’s nose - and the Taiwanese girl twitches slightly at the first contact of the soft leather upon her skin, a light, airy sound of need leaving her mouth. Her pink lips quiver.

“She’s real beautiful, isn’t she? I mean Mina is pretty, and Momo and Sana are hot as fuck. Nayeon is like a living doll. But this girl - our baby girl - she’s something else. All the cameras love our baby girl’s pretty little face.”

Chaeyoung’s hand atop yours drags the riding crop down, the tip of it grazing Tzuyu’s delicate cheeks and chin before finally coming to a rest atop her soft lips, cherry red with lipstick.

“This face, though - it looks best when it’s cumming.”

Tzuyu moans this time, unable to restrain the throaty sound of aching need that escapes her throat at Chaeyoung’s words. Chaeyoung lets the crop leave Tzuyu’s lips - and Tzuyu’s tongue darts out at it, as though attempting to give it a quick lick.

Chaeyoung’s response is to smack Tzuyu in the cheek with the crop. Softly, it seemed, but hard enough to draw a sharp yelp from the bound Taiwanese girl. 

“You know the drill, baby girl - you don’t get to do anything unless Pikachu or I let you. And that includes using your tongue.”

“Y-yes, unnie.”

You are startled by Chaeyoung’s actions, but Tzuyu’s needy expression tells you that she was far from being hurt by the little love tap Chaeyoung gave her cheek - in fact, from the increased squirming of her hips and thighs she was only further aroused by it. Chaeyoung pulls on your wrist, and Tzuyu lets out a soft whimper, licking her lips with a measure of desperation as the soft leather leaves her open mouth.

The riding crop continues its path down Tzuyu’s perfect body, the tip of it weaving a lazy path across the perfect, creamy skin of her neck until it reaches her upper chest. It circles the full curve of her breasts, first the right one and then the left, dipping below each mound and tracing the outline of her mounds with the tip of the riding crop.

“Not as big as Momo or Jihyo - but still pretty fucking delicious, I must say. So round and perfectly shaped. Don’t they look tasty, Pikachu?”

“F-fuck yes,” you stammer, eyes glued to the tip of the riding crop as it traces a lazy path down the top edge of Tzuyu’s strapless bra.

“Then you should give them a taste. Baby girl, be a sweetheart and help Pikachu here unwrap his treat.”

“Yes, unnie,” is her reply, arching her back deliciously to let you slip your arms beneath her torso to unclasp her bra. The arch of her torso pushes her breasts up and out, making them look even more enticing. When finally undo the clasp, letting the strapless bra fall off her body altogether, you suddenly need to wipe the excess drool from your mouth.

“Go on,” Chaeyoung urges. “Have a taste of those perfect little tits.”

You are not one to disobey such an order, and so you bend over the bed to cup Tzuyu’s right breast, enjoying the weight and feel of her flesh in your palm before bending further and giving her nipple a long, slow lick.

Tzuyu’s moan fills the air - a light, wordless sound of desire.