Buzz

“Hey, I’m Da-”

“-Buzz,” Chaeyoung interrupts, even as you accept the young man’s offered handshake, clasping your hand awkwardly around his and giving it a weak shake. You knew full well who he was, even before he decided to go through the formality of introducing himself - or at least, attempting to.

“His name is Buzz,” Chaeyoung stresses, turning to you with a sharp look in her eyes and a thinly veiled threat in her tone.

Buzz gives Chaeyoung a knowing smirk. “So it’s Buzz today, huh? I guess I prefer that name to the other names I’ve been given. I suppose there’s a Woody somewhere around having fun with the other girls?”

“Woody is Sana’s toy,” Chaeyoung explains, “and yeah, he’s around.” You took Buzz’s words to imply this wasn’t his first time being given a toy name… which in turn implied quite a few things related to his experiences with the girls, which up until now you’d assumed to be limited to just one of them.

“Lucky guy,” Buzz says under his breath, although given the position he was in, with Park Jihyo working busily between his spread legs, you supposed he wasn’t in much of a place to be envious of another man’s luck.

He lounges back on the luxurious sofa with all the carefree attitude of a man who was watching a game on TV, sighing softly to himself, as though he didn’t have the leader of the nation’s girl group on her knees in front of him with his cock pumping in and out of her mouth. He swings one arm to rest on the sofa’s backrest, the other lazily reaching down to stroke his ex-girlfriend’s hair back, making sure none of her long sable strands interfered with the work she was doing on his shaft.

“I’ll leave you three to it, then,” Chaeyoung says with a scoff and a hint of disapproval. “I’ll be back to pick him up when you’re done.”

Buzz gives Chaeyoung a casual smile and a farewell wave of his hand as she departs the room before motioning to the recliner next to the sofa.

“Please, take a seat,” he says, with admirable self-control given the bobbing head of the gorgeous young woman between his legs. “Sorry, I never got your name.”

“Pikachu,” you answer after a moment’s hesitation. You’d almost given him your real name before reminding yourself of the toy name rule, which, apparently, extended even to other k-pop celebrities.

“Pikachu,” Buzz repeats. “I bet this is all a little surreal for you,” he observes, in what was probably the understatement of the century. “Pretty crazy shit, huh? I guess Chaeyoung picked you out of the crowd? Lucky you. Imagine the number of guys who’d give their left nut to be where you are, to have done what you’ve done.”

“It’s… insane,” you answer, weakly, doing your best to ignore the increasingly sloppy sounds of the intense blowjob being given mere feet away from you. Her back was turned to you, but there was still a lot to admire in the delicious curves of Park Jihyo’s back and butt.

“Oh, shit, I’m sorry, dude. How rude of me,” Buzz says as he notices your gaze drifting towards the young woman on her knees between you. “Pet, isn’t it time you gave our new guest some attention?”

With a loud pop Jihyo lets Buzz’s cock leave her plump lips - and for the first time you notice something close to a flash of pleasure appear over his handsome features, if even momentarily.

It’s also the first time you notice the thick black leather collar she is wearing around her slim, pale neck - and the long silver chain attached to it lying in a perfect coil on the floor next to her.

“Of course, master,” Jihyo answers, before scuttling over on her knees to face towards you for the first time. Buzz bends to pick up the end of the chain before handing it over to you. You accept it gingerly, just as Jihyo reaches a position between your knees.

“Go on, Pikachu,” he says, a smirk on his lips. “Tell our pet here what you want her to do.”

You had to admit you were at a loss for words, given the utter attractiveness of the young woman in front of you. The other members you’d been with thus far in the evening were cute, or sexy, or some combination of both - but Jihyo was different in a way you couldn’t quite put your finger on. She was capable of sexiness or cuteness, surely, but there was an unmistakable allure about her that elevated her from the ranks of attractive women and into the goddess-tier.

It certainly helped that she had a goddess-tier body.

Right now that body was clad in a white bathrobe, likely one from the admittedly luxurious hotel suite you were all currently occupying.

“Tell her to take it off,” Buzz says, seemingly reading your thoughts. “Don’t worry - she likes being told what to do. Don’t you, pet?”

Jihyo smiles, her lips widening in that adorable, beautiful way you’d witnessed a million times in their music videos and YouTube clips. The room seemed to be a little brighter when she smiled, as though a light source were emanating from the young woman’s beaming features.

“Take it off, Jihyo,” you say, cautiously. Despite Buzz’s comfort with the seemingly familiar circumstances, you had to admit you still felt a little odd instructing the leader of the nation’s girl group to strip.

When Jihyo slips the white cotton robe from her shoulders to reveal her naked body, you found yourself wondering if you would ever be able to speak again.

She was every bit as gorgeous as you’d dreamed. On stage, in her low-cut dresses and short shorts, she was already a goddess. Now, naked, with nothing but her own natural allure to clothe her, she was transcendent.

Full, round breasts; toned, flat stomach; firm, thick thighs - she seemed crafted by a sculptor with the word woman in mind. This was no random hottie, no random pretty girl of the type that was a dime a dozen on any street in the world. This was a woman, in every sense of the word.

“Catch your drool,” Buzz chirps. “Pet, why don’t you give our friend Pikachu the same welcome you gave me?”

“Yes, master,” Jihyo says, obediently, those gorgeous eyes not leaving yours, not even as she bends to undo your pants and slip them and your boxers from your hips. Your cock, already half-stiffened with arousal, pops free, eager for attention.

It had been a surreal night. Had your night ended at the concert, that would have been enough, a memory to last a lifetime. To have done what you’d done since, with the same girls you’d idolized and lusted after through screens and on pages of paper for years - it was all a little overwhelming for you. You wondered what you had done to deserve such a surreal, dreamlike experience.

But when Park Jihyo bends to take your cock into her mouth you had little room in your brain for such thoughts.

It takes only seconds for your cock to reach full stiffness in the warm, wet confines of Jihyo’s mouth, and only a few more seconds after that for the first delicious spikes of pleasure to course through your veins, up your spine and directly into the pleasure centres of your brain. Your head leans back involuntarily against the sofa, eyes closing, your entire body softening into a puddle of bones and flesh.

Jihyo’s mouth works absolute magic on your cock, her tongue swirling and dipping and lapping even as her hands join in the action, gripping your base with one hand and fondling your swollen balls with the other. Her mouth is hot and wet and slick. In contrast to Buzz’s casual acceptance of her ministrations, her every movement draws gasps of pleasure from your lungs that you had no intention of suppressing - not that you could, even if you tried.

Seconds pass as Park Jihyo takes you in and out of her mouth, although they pass like minutes and hours, each one so filled with pleasure that you lose all concept of time. At some point you force your eyes open to watch as she bobs up and down on your shaft, forcing yourself to burn the image into your memory.

Out of the corner of your eye you notice Buzz is not idle, either, his right hand stroking his shaft, still glimmering with Jihyo’s saliva.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” he hisses, his tone for the first time carrying a hint of lust, a slight breaking of the casual, nonchalant attitude he’d carried since you entered the room. Jihyo quickens her pace slightly between your legs. His hand on his cock quickens as well, as though mirroring her actions. “Fuck her tits, dude. Fuck those big tits of hers.”

You weren’t one to refuse such an idea - not when the idea was something you’d spent many long nights dreaming about.

“Let me fuck your tits, Jihyo,” you say, the words leaving your mouth with a little more confidence than the first time you’d told her what to do. Lust was an excellent source of courage, it seemed.

Jihyo lets your cock pop from her mouth with a slick sound, a thick strand of her saliva connecting your tip to her tongue. “Yes, master,” she answers, with a lustful, needy tone.

Without further ado she shifts her chest and body, cupping her large, round breasts in each hand - before squeezing them around your cock, trapping your glistening shaft between the large, soft mounds of flesh. Her large eyes, half-lidded with lust, remain locked on yours the whole while. When she begins to move, bobbing her chest up and down, thrusting your cock between her tits - it draws all of the air out of your lungs in a wordless gasp of pleasure.

“God fucking damn,” you hiss, your brain unable to say anything more than the basest of curse words in a vain attempt to vocalize the pleasure. Jihyo takes your curses to mean that she was on the right track, and she increases the pace with which she drives your shaft in and out between her slick, warm mounds. Throughout it all there is a lustful need written large on those perfect features of hers, as though every thrust between her breasts was just as pleasurable for her as it was for you.

“Fuck, dude, I’m sorry, I gotta get in on this,” Buzz says, his words tumbling from his mouth in a rush as the cool, detached facade of his finally begins to fully crack. He slips from his position on the opposite couch - and within the space of a few seconds he has taken up position on his knees behind Jihyo.

He reaches down between his body and hers - and when he slips inside her, the gasp that leaves Jihyo’s voice gives you some indication of what it must sound like inside heaven.

She had a wonderful singing voice, of course. Everyone knew that. But to hear that voice now, in the throes of pleasure as she is taken from behind whilst pleasuring another man with her breasts - it was utterly sublime.

For a moment Jihyo loses her grip on her breasts as she is filled again and again with each thrust of Buzz’s cock into her needy pussy, a string of wordless, lustful gasps spilling from her throat. You lament the loss of her soft tits around your cock for only a moment, as your hands quickly reach for her head and force her towards your cock. She opens her mouth wantonly, and soon you and Buzz are spitroasting the needy young woman, sharing her body, filling her from both ends with stiff, hard cock.

You surprise yourself with how aggressive you are being with her, but if the muffled moans of pleasure leaving her throat around your cock are any indication, Jihyo not only didn’t mind the way you were treating her - she loved it.

“Damn, you’re still… as… fucking… tight… as ever, Jihyo,” Buzz hisses, each of his words punctuated by wet slaps of his hips against her ass as he continues to drill her from behind. “Fuck… I miss… this hot little pussy.”

“Mffmfmmfmmm,” Jihyo responds, although you weren’t quite sure what she wanted to say, or even if she wanted to reply with words at all. What you were sure of was the delicious vibrations caused by her words around your cock.

“Fuck… remember… when we used… to… fuck in your van… at music shows? Fuck, that was so fucking… so fucking hot!”

“FFfmmfmmff,” is the response, although there is a hint of anger in her tone - not that you could be sure, not that you were an expert in English when spoken with a mouth full of cock.