Insatiable

There was a lot going on in the room - so many sensations, each overwhelming in and of themselves, each vying for your limited attention.

There were so many things to watch, to hear, to feel - each worthy of your undivided concentration, each a vivid sight or sound or feeling that deserved to be seared into your memory.

But Im Nayeon cut through it all - and with no more than a gaze.

The sight of her alone - stark naked, her body clothed only with sweat and both male and female juices - was certainly enough to wrest anyone’s attention. But there was something else about her that went beyond her visual charms; an undeniable attraction that have her your full, undivided attention, even amidst the myriad of sensory distractions that filled the small hotel room.

She is lying on the bed, casually, almost relaxed - as if she were lounging around on a lazy Sunday afternoon. The other two occupants of the bed almost didn’t exist. Without breaking eye contact with you, she reaches out to stroke Momo’s hair, moving it out of the way of her pleasure-wracked face.

The Japanese woman’s equally naked, sweat and cum-stained body is mere inches away, legs folded against her chest, knees almost touching her shoulders as Buzz, kneeling over her, drills almost vertically into her slick pussy. It was a sexy, lewd sight, watching Momo being fucked so roughly - and yet your eyes remained locked on Nayeon’s.

There is a magnetism there. An undeniable, powerful pull.

The young Korean woman stands, leaves the bed and the two occupants fucking on it. She steps towards you, each step measured, slow, and graceful. You get a good look at the entirety of her body as she approaches.

The other occupants had parts of their bodies that one might consider better than those of Nayeon - Jihyo had larger breasts, Momo tighter abs, Sana longer, more shapely legs, Chaeyoung fuller, more alluring lips. But Nayeon possessed something none of the others did; a raw, powerful sexual energy that pervaded every inch of her. Her every action was arousing. Were she fully clothed and not dripping with sweat and bodily juices she would still be utterly sexual. But now, in this moment, she was sex made incarnate, a lustful creature wrapped up in a tight little body that seemed built for physical pleasure.

She steps past Woody, gives him no more attention than she would a fly on the wall. She barely notices the wild, frenzied movements of his hips as he stands next to the other bed in the room, thrusting hard into Sana’s pussy  as he takes her from behind. The younger Japanese girl is a veritable mess on her hands and knees atop the bed, her hair pulled back by the harsh grip of Woody’s fist. Her eyes have rolled to the back of her head, and her tongue dangles out of her open mouth. Drool spills from her lips and down her chin, just another bodily fluid staining her perfect vanilla skin.

Woody lets go of Sana’s hair for a moment before reaching for her forearms and pulling back, lifting her upper body up. Her soft, round breasts and the stiff nipples atop them bounce wildly as she is fucked roughly. She screams. She trembles. She orgasms. Her fingers become claws, gripping at nothing in some vain attempt to ground herself amidst the pleasure overtaking her body.

The sounds are almost as overwhelming as the sights. Momo moans and sighs as she is filled again and again with cock. Sana shrieks and wails as her orgasm courses through her body. Their moans and the wet, squelching sounds of moist flesh meeting moist flesh, of hard, thick meat filling slick holes, fill the room. But you almost don’t hear any of it.

You see only Nayeon.

One would think that your sense of touch would be the one that could finally rip your attention from the young Korean woman approaching you. And you had to admit that for a moment you are ready to submit to the feeling of Chaeyoung’s tongue working its magic, as it already had more times than you could count, on your sore but quickly stiffening cock. Your eyes are locked on Nayeon, but you can still feel the younger Korean woman’s tongue as its tip traces a now-familiar path up your shaft, starting at the base of it and reaching its tip. You can almost feel Chaeyoung swallow the pussy juices and semen she has collected on her palette.

On the couch next to you, you can see Jihyo squirm in your peripheral vision. Mere seconds ago she was atop your lap, riding you fiercely, her large, bouncing tits pressed so tightly against your face you thought you’d die of asphyxiation - not that you would have minded in the slightest. They would have had to peel your dead body off her breasts, and they would have found you with a smile on your face.

Now she reaches out to stroke your arm, her body a jellied, boneless mess. Your fresh, warm semen leaks from her reddened, flushed, thoroughly-fucked pussy. Her breasts, sore and red with your sucking and fondling, heave with each breath she struggles to fill her lungs with. She is spent. Satisfied. She makes a mewling sound that is somewhere between a moan and a sigh. She wants to tell you how good you just were, how hot and sticky your cum feels inside her. But her lungs and her ability to turn thoughts into language fail her.

Nayeon is near, now. Jihyo no longer mattered. She barely even exists.

The older Korean woman fixates you with that gaze, that fierce, utterly sexual glare of hers that made you utterly helpless to do anything but stare right back. Her eyes travel your body, and you take the opportunity to do the same to hers.

Sweat drips from a glistening neck, although truth be told you were sure at least some of the liquids glistening on her upper chest was semen, given how Buzz had fucked her face mere minutes before. Her nipples, stiff atop perfectly round breasts, glisten with saliva - Momo’s or Buzz’s or whomever, you had no idea. Her abs, proud evidence of the work she’d been putting in at the pilates studio, are tight and firm, glistening with streaks of white cum, male or female - it didn’t matter.

You were sure, however, that at least part of the glistening trickle of liquids flowing down her creamy thighs was your semen. Despite being mere moments removed from Jihyo’s fierce ride, your memory was still infused with the sight of Nayeon on her hands and knees atop the bed, head turned, eyes searing into yours as she told you to fill her with cum even as the rest of the room watched and pleasured themselves to the sight of it.

Nayeon’s eyes finally reach the younger Korean woman between your spread legs. Throughout all this time Chaeyoung has been busy cleaning your shaft of your cum and Jihyo’s juices, perhaps readying it for her own turn with your cock - and it spoke to Nayeon’s hold over you that you barely even noticed.

“I want him again,” she says, voice clear, more of a demand than a statement.

Chaeyoung lets your cock pop out between her lips, earning a sigh from you as she does so. She looks up at Nayeon with a sharp look.

“Now,” Nayeon says, slight edge on her velvet voice.

Chaeyoung leaves her spot between your legs, albeit with more than a little reluctance. She shoots first you, then Nayeon with a look that might have been interpreted as anger - but unlike you Nayeon shows no sign of reaction to it. You weren’t sure she even noticed.

Nayeon climbs onto the couch, straddling you. She wastes no time. She reaches between you, grasps your slick, stiff cock, and slips it into her messy, dripping pussy.

You’d already filled her with a load at least once that night. And it was a large one, your cock and balls seemingly producing more cum than you thought you could. It felt like you were emptying your entire body inside her, filling her tight little pussy with rope after rope of thick, hot white semen. And it spoke to her energy, that raw, unfiltered sexual energy, that she was able to draw that much from you, much more than the other girls in the room had.

After you’d fucked her from behind atop the bed, Buzz and Woody had had a shot at her too, spitroasting her to the cheers and hollers of the other girls as they watched the oldest member of their group being fucked and taken from both ends until she receives two more loads - another in her already sloppy pussy, a third down her eagerly swallowing throat.

And so her pussy is wet and slick and sloppy, filled with at least two loads of cum, not to mention her own slick, sticky fluids.

But she is still the tightest pussy in the room.

She was like nothing else. You’d thought Chaeyoung was tight, but she almost paled in comparison to Nayeon. That her pussy was this tight after being fucked almost non-stop for the last hour and taking two loads of cum was incredible.

But it almost didn’t surprise you. Of course she was tight. Her body seemed made for it.

She rides you fiercely, hips and thighs and waist moving like liquid atop your lap, taking you in and out of her slick, dripping pussy at a rhythm that cared little for your comfort or pleasure. Her walls tighten around you. Her juices - and more than a little semen, either yours or Woody’s - drip from her opening, drenching your cock and occasionally flying from her body in heavy drops with each thrust you make into her pussy.

All you can do is hang on. All you can do is grip her firm, round thighs, and delight in the feel of the young woman fucking herself on your cock as she uses you like the toy you knew you were. All you can do is watch her - her tight, toned abs, her small, bouncing breasts, the perfect, creamy skin streaked here and there with cum or pussy juice or both - and her delicate, soft features as they twist and contort in pleasure each time she fills herself with you.

Elsewhere in the room Momo is almost screaming out an orgasm. You vaguely hear Woody tell Sana how close he was to cumming, and you hear something that sounded like a demand in reply from the younger Japanese woman.

But it all sounds far away, muted, muffled. When Nayeon begins to sigh, begins to moan, it is the only sound that you hear. When she begins to speak, it is all that exists.

“Fuck,” she hisses, the single word of profanity somehow more arousing, more lustful than the mid-orgasm shrieks of the two Japanese women having their brains fucked out mere feet away. “Fuck, you feel so good inside me.”

You sigh. You couldn’t possibly hope to give her anything nearing a verbal reply.

“You liked it, didn’t you? You liked being the first to fuck me tonight? You liked it when I picked you out of our three toys. You liked it when I sucked your cock, when you went down on my pussy, when I came hard on your cock like a good little girl while you fucked me from behind?”

You nod. It was all you could do.

“You liked treating the center of the nation’s girl group like a little fucktoy, a little slut with a tight pussy for you to cum inside, didn’t you?”

You nod.

“You liked watching me get spitroasted by two cocks, didn’t you? You liked watching that other boy fuck my sloppy pussy, knowing it was already filled with your cum? Watching that third boy fuck my mouth, knowing the taste of your cock was already on my tongue?”

You nod. Her pace quickens. She rides you harder, quicker.

“But you’re the toy now, aren’t you? I let you fuck me, but from now on I’m in charge. I’m fucking you. You’re the toy. Aren’t you?”

You nod. Her pussy tightens. Her walls constrict. Her words slur together, her tone becomes more desperate.

“No. No more nodding. Say it. Say you’re the toy.”

“I… I… I’m the toy!”

“Say you love fucking me. Say you love being inside me. Say you loved cumming inside me, that you loved watching those boys cum inside me. Say… Say you love Im Nayeon.”

“I-, I-…”