You Will Beg

The moment you open the door and turn your gaze to the occupant of the hotel room, you swivel straight back out the door. Annoyed, you whip out your phone. A few dial tones later, “Hm? Thought you’d be busy by n—”

“Hey, I told you, no underage girls,” you hiss at your friend.

“She’s not—”

“Hey, I can hear you ya know.” The muffled, feminine voice is accompanied with a banging of the door you just closed.

Hearing this, your friend laughs. “That’s her?”

“…yeah, think so.” You open the door and are met with the indignant expression of the breathtakingly beautiful, youthful, Korean woman, crossing her arms under her breasts. “Sorry, I was just speaking to—”

“For your information, I am not underage.” She procures an identity card from the purse clutched by her other hand. “I’m twenty years old already.” Seeing the stated year of her birthdate, you can see that she’s telling the truth, and nothing about it indicates to you that it’s fake.

“I see.”

“She’s a feisty one, isn’t she?” You barely hear your friend’s quip from the phone that was hovering over your shoulder as you talked to the Korean woman, who you had been told was named Yuri.

You press your phone against your ear again, saying, “Um, never mind. My bad.”

“No worries. Have fun.”

You hang up the phone, stuff it in your pocket, and say to Yuri, “My apologies, I didn’t mean to offend you, I just—”

“It’s fine.”

Yuri turns away, carefully stowing the identity card in her purse and setting it onto the dresser sitting next to the king-sized bed. She immediately seats herself on the bed, and just from the prim-and-proper, upright sitting position, you wonder if she’s a daughter of some wealthy family you’ll later regret getting involved with.

“So? Are we going to start?”

To this, you raise an eyebrow. Usually, your clients are demurer and need some easing into it; not to say you never got clients who are raring to go from the start, but none so blunt and with such an expressionless face, especially those who are so young as Yuri.

All the better when you get her moaning and screaming out for you.

“Eager, are you?”

Yuri rolls her eyes. “You aren’t being paid to stand around and talk at me, you’re being paid to fuck me.”

“Then, let’s get started right away, shall we?” Yuri rolls her eyes again. ‘Finally,’ so says her body that was shuffling backwards to a laying-down position on the bed. “First of all, you can call me ‘Master’, or ‘Daddy’.”

Yuri scoffs, propping herself up by her elbows to look at you. “Yeah, right. Why would I need to do that?”

You usually don’t do this kind of stuff with your clients. With Yuri, though, you do it for a selfish reason: you want the satisfaction for when she eventually breaks and gives in. “For when you’re screaming as you cum on my dick.”

You can just barely tell that the vulgar language makes the snobby girl flinch, but almost imperceptibly. Thankfully, due to the line of business you are in, such minute details are things you’ve trained yourself to notice. “In your dreams, Leonardo DiCaprio.”

“Leonardo DiCaprio?”

“Since you seem to love younger girls so much. How old are you, even?”

A chuckle escapes your lips. Yuri was a feisty one for sure, but that isn’t necessarily a bad thing. “Let’s just say I’m less than twice your age.”

“So, you’re 39 years old.”

At that, you full-on laugh. “Is that how you took that?”

“Are we going to talk all night or are you going to strip already?”

Your dick twitches. Normally, you try to find something appealing about the body of your client, but with Yuri, doing so isn’t even remotely a challenge: her bosom is larger than what her petite figure might’ve suggested, and her skin is porcelain white and taut. She is beautiful as she is brattish, and that aspect makes this all the more appealing: Yuri’s demeanor might be combative now, but that only means conquering her will be all the more satisfying.

“Then, shall we?”

You waste no time in climbing onto the bed, throwing your shirt off in the process. And almost immediately, you come one step closer to that goal: as your naked torso is laid bare to the twenty-year-old woman, she freezes, her eyes bulging out of their sockets as they scan across your abs and pecs onto your deltoids, triceps, and then biceps that you’ve spent the last fifteen or so years of your life carefully sculpting for moments exactly like these. It lasts only for a second, breaking as soon as you make contact with her legs, parting them.

“No panties, huh? Good girl.”

Curtained by the delicate material of her skirt lay a pair of neatly shaven pussy lips. Although you wish there’s more light, Yuri is already starting to give some resistance against spreading her legs further, so you make do. However, even with the relatively dim lighting you have, you can easily see through her stalwart stubbornness as, the moment your fingers brush up against her labia, you can feel her entire body tense and hear her breath hitch ever so slightly. You grin to yourself, your fingers pushing aside the lips to reveal her pink, wet folds.

“I didn’t pay you to just stare at my pu-pussy.”

You burst out laughing, and while Yuri’s face turns an adorable shade of bright red, her demeanor remains standoffish. A grin invariably spills out onto your lips. “Your what?”

“Never mind!”

The smile on your lips widen, but you oblige her unspoken request to ‘get on with it’ and redirect your eyes back onto the intersection of her legs. This time, when your hands gently push against her legs, she offers less resistance, granting you a better view of those slightly damp, salmon-colored lips hidden between her legs.

“You’re surprisingly cute.”

“And you’re surprisingly talkative for a gigolo.”

“Most of my clients are younger than me, if you’d believe that.”

“I can, actually, Leo.”

The quip makes you smile again. “Plus, I only do this part-time.”

“Whatever. Less talking, more fuc—” Yuri cut herself up with a shrill, adorable, yelp. Your chest swells with pride, noting that as the second time you were able to break through her icy visage, this time by lightly rubbing her clit with your index finger.

“Yes, ma’am.” Unfortunately, getting more of a reaction from Yuri proves to be difficult, even as you trace the outline of her slit with your fingers. Not even occasionally brushing up against her sensitive nub again is able to draw out another reaction, but you can see why: Yuri had sucked in her lips, but is otherwise maintaining her stone-cold demeanor as much as she can. You can still see traces of the work your fingers on her though: a slight hitch of her breath, the slight way she grimaces every now and then, even the avid way she seems to be avoiding your eyes, completely unlike before where she seemed to keep her eyes on you in an attempt to assert dominance over you.

“How is that? Feel good?” While Yuri doesn’t grace your question with a verbal response, her body does. Surely, gradually, her labia becomes more and more damp, her pussy spurting more and more liquid onto your fingers. “You’re getting so wet.”

Yuri opens her mouth to answer, but instead lets out a half-gasp, half-moan when you press your index and middle fingers against her sensitive vaginal lips and run the two digits against them. “Fu—can you just get on with it already?”

“Why? Your body is telling me that it wants to be toyed with more.” To prove your point, your index and thumb gently pinch her clit, causing Yuri to let loose the second squeal of the night. “See?”

“Tha-That’s cheating!”

“All’s fair in love and war.”

“You realize that doesn’t even remotely make sense—” Yuri cuts herself short by a sharp gasp, your index finger now circling the base of her sensitive nub.

“Hm? What were you saying?”

You can see the curses Yuri is flinging at you with her eyes, but the challenge you propose to her is one her ego won’t allow her to back down from. “It-it doesn’t make any sense—” your thumb takes the role from your index finger while your longer digits play with her slowly moistening folds, “—bec-because, that quo-quote, is talking about—” you are barely listening to her, each stutter widening the grin on your face, “—about, how, love is l-like, like war—” the careful, sensual rubbing motions of your fingers, the slow, methodical rimming of her clit by your thumb, you can tell each and every one of your motions are gradually undoing the stubborn Korean woman. Still, she stubbornly continues. “—like war, in that any—any method is allo-allowable.”

“Hmm, I see…”

Foreplay is an important part of sex, especially in your line of work. Whereas sex normally occurs between people with mutual sexual attraction, the more transactional sex you partake in means there is less initial natural lubrication to smooth out the process. Especially for women who have yet to be deflowered, being rash and forceful is the quickest way to lose your clientele. To be clear, the sex is an integral reason why you’ve taken on this part-time occupation, but the reason why you’ve become so popular, or at least so goes your theory, is because of how much attention you put into foreplay, or namely, because of how much you enjoy it.

Seeing a woman squirm at your touch, watching their breaths deepen and arousal settle into their eyes, feeling their wetness grow and grow until they can’t bear it anymore, and yet still denying them for just a bit longer … there’s something invigorating about knowing you are the catalyst that pushes a woman to be in heat, and subsequently, act as the spark that ignites that heat into an explosive ending. In your opinion, this is when every woman is the most beautiful: when she is aroused beyond belief, face flushed and inner thighs damp, begging to be taken.

“So, you read a lot?”

Yuri, in her current state, barely has the wits about her to respond. You know that, but you also know that her ego will shove her arousal down as far as she can push it. To admit that she’s being turned on by your actions is an admission of defeat, to surrender her pride … but how far is she willing to go to maintain this visage?

“It-It-It’s—” You can’t tell if it’s embarrassment from stammering so horribly or from sheer arousal that the tips of her ears ignite into a beautiful shade of pink, but she continues regardless, “—it’s not—” Yuri barely makes it to two words before she cuts herself off with something between a high-pitched squeal and a sigh, a reaction to the slight bit of pressure your thumb applies to the side of her clit, “—pl-please, it’s n-not, not even—” you can see how hard she is trying to respond to your question, and you can see how frustrated she is that she is unable to speak evenly, and all you want to do is to push her more. “—that obs-obscure of knowledge.”

“Hmm, is that so? Well, what does that make me, who didn’t know that?” Yuri opens her mouth to respond, but this time is utterly unable to do so. “I guess you’re a smarty-pants, then, huh? Is that why you’ve come to me? Because you scare off all the guys with your intellect?”

“N-No!” You can see you’ve struck a nerve with her. “I-I’m, I’m not—scary!”

“The stammering mess that you are right now, I’d say you’re anything but.” Yuri flushed an even deeper shade of red, which was apparently possible, and remained silent, not even opening her mouth to respond. “You’re quite cute.”

“Wha-Whatever,” Yuri responds, but her attempt to keep her voice cold and flat falls flat on its face. You chuckle to yourself, then begin applying more pressure to her labia—not inserting them yet, but repeatedly making actions like you are about to. Every time your fingers press against them, you can see Yuri sharply inhale, but just before they push past her damp folds, you pull away. Push and pull, push and pull, Yuri’s breathing becoming increasingly erratic with every passing moment.

How much will it take for her to break? How much can she endure? Your eyes bore into her soul while your fingers unravel the poised, persistent princess she prefaced herself to be.

“Just—”

You stop as abruptly as she interrupts you, but after the one-word interjection, Yuri seems unwilling to continue. “Hm? Just what?”

“Fuck…” you hear her swearing under her breath. You can feel the tension in her body, her will pinning herself down, and even so, the slight squirming and jerking of her body spilling through the cracks. She wants to squirm and writhe under your touch, she wants to scream about how much you’re teasing her, she wants to beg for more, but her ego refuses to let her do so.

“Did you want something from me?”

Here’s the key part: your two digits dip quickly into her heat, but before she has a chance to register the thing she had been so eager for, you take them out.

“Fuck!”

“You gotta speak to me, Yuri.”

Next, your thumb presses down on the clit you’ve been so carefully preparing for this very moment, but before she can let loose the sound of her pleasure, the pressure dissipates.

“ Fuck, oh my gosh …”

Give her a taste of what’s to come. Tease her with a hint of the reward, but take it away before she can fully enjoy it. Once she’s tasted the sweetness of the fruit, she’ll do anything to have another bite.

“Hm?”

“…please…”

Yuri barely mutters the word, but you aren’t satisfied.

“What’s that? Yuri, you gotta speak—”

“ Fuck, please!” she screams, her hips bucking as your fingers complete another lap around her slit, “please, please, please, stop teasing me and fucking put it inside already!”

Maybe you’re a special kind of demented, but this exact moment is nearly as euphoric as the climax itself. The stone-cold, stalwart expression in her eyes now verging on the point of tears, desperate, lips no longer pressed together in defiance but pulled into a deep, frustrated pout, eyebrows creased, her svelte frame almost at the point of vibrating, bits of sweat glistening against the subdued lighting of the hotel room, her perfectly proportioned face, blindingly clear, pastel-white skin, lush waves of midnight locks splayed out against the mattress she lays upon, soft, red lips, slightly flushed cheeks and delicate, beautiful fingers now curled into fists, the quickened rise and fall of her heaving, clothed chest—an already immaculately beautiful woman, in her most beautiful state. Honestly, sometimes, it feels like you’re cheating your customers of their money. If anything, it should be you who pays her for letting you witness such a breathtakingly stunning, and deeply arousing, sight.

“That’s it. Good girl.”

You pull your hand away, and before Yuri can complain, your fingers curl at the hem of her top and pull it over her head. Yuri complies with the unspoken request, lifting her arms and letting you take her top off, leaving her clad in just the hitched skirt and a frilly, black bra.

“What are you doing?”

“Are you complaining?”

You meet her fiery gaze with equal determination, and eventually, Yuri backs down. “You really wanted to look at my tits that badly, huh?”

“I like you.” Not expecting the straight-forward admission, Yuri guffaws at you, pink-cheeked. “You bratty types.”

Suddenly, her attitude flips. “What, are you—” a squeal, Yuri’s, and suddenly, she’s unable to finish her sentence.

“All talk and no bite.”

You can see Yuri is more hesitant to respond, but her ego doesn’t allow her to stay silent at that. “Wh—” she should’ve been expecting it, but your finger pressing against her clit transforms her words into a squeal all the same.

“Always putting up a strong front. You love to be in control. Or, rather, you think you love being in control.” Yuri doesn’t respond, instead looking at you with an indignant expression. Half of it is offended at your assertions, and half of it is begging you to get on with it already! “Yet, here you are, with me.”

“That—That’s not what happened!”

“Oh? Isn’t it?”

“My—…My stupid friends, they thought it would be funny to do this to me.”

“You let them drive you here?”

“Kicking and screaming.”

“And you’d let your friends force you to do this?”

“W-Well, they—they were really forceful, and they seemed—seemed like they really wanted me to do this, so…”

“Were they the ones to took your panties off beforehand?”

Yuri’s face turned even more red. “Y-Yeah!”

It’s easy enough to poke holes into her story, but, “Oh, poor Yuri.”

“What?” Yuri is trying her best to look tough, but the flustered state of her cheeks only makes her look adorable.

“Trying to make it seem like you don’t want this, when look how wet you are.”

Yuri squeals again when you run a finger down her slit, and then bring the slick digit up to her. “Th-That’s just a physiological response!”

“Do you know how I know you want this?” Yuri’s silent, fierce stare informs you that she doesn’t intend to dignify your question with a response. “I saw the name of the owner of the card that paid for this service.” Seeing the dread fall upon Yuri’s face nearly makes you break out into laughter. “I guess even a smarty-pants like you can be a little dumb sometimes, huh?”

“Th-That-That—… so what?!”

You shake your head. “Of course, nothing’s wrong with it.”

“Then why are you stalling so much? Are you scared? That you’ll cum right away, when you stick it in my—stick it in me?”

Your fingers curl around the hem of her skirt and, with a firm tug, free it from her waist. Your other hand pushes the rest of the article of clothing off her leg and off the bed, leaving the Korean beauty covered only by her bra. “You feisty ones. Always a pleasure.”

“What?”

A smile spills out on your lips. “You all start off so fierce. But, by the end, you all inevitably reveal your true nature: a scared, demure little kitten, who just wants someone to play with.”

“Do you treat all—” this time, Yuri gasps at your hand sneaking under her bra and rolling the nipple of her left breast between your knuckles.

“Oh, don’t worry. In a little bit, you’ll be begging for more.”

In the motion of rolling her eyes, Yuri’s bra is pushed above her breasts, and your hands are on them, lightly, fingers grazing the surface of the soft, sensitive skin. Having been primed for rough treatment, the feathery touches of your fingers now is leaving something to be desired. You can see Yuri arching her back ever so slightly, but you, the professional, draw back just enough to barely maintain contact. You can just about hear the curse lingering on Yuri’s lips, but the only sound that comes out is an exhale that grows deeper the more your fingers lightly massage the plush skin of her supple breasts.

“You’re so quiet all of the sudden. What’s the matter?”

You can see the brief-second struggle that goes on in Yuri’s mind, battling her ego’s need to respond to your quip with her arousal’s attempt to let slip a frustrated gasp or moan. “Th-That—ah~” As soon as she starts speaking, both of your thumbs move dangerously close to her areola. Her chest rises in anticipation of finally being rewarded for all the teasing you’re doing, but just as suddenly, you pull back your thumbs.

“Hm?”

This time, Yuri additionally starts cursing at you with her eyes, and that only makes your smile widen. She can’t just let you win like that, but if she opens her mouth again, you’ll just interrupt her again. So, the only choice is to respond and not react to whatever you’re about to do to her. “—was just think-hnng…” You are a professional, though, and know exactly how to push the buttons of an inexperienced young brat like Yuri. You up the ante, your index and middle fingers lightly rubbing against her areola, causing her to shiver in response, just barely able to suppress a moan but continues on regardless, “—th-thinking, thinking, that you’re— ah, ple— ” Yuri catches herself just short of finishing that word from the feeling of your fingers barely grazing the erect, sensitive nubs sitting atop her mounds. Her back noticeably arches into your fingers, but, as usual, you pull away just in time, leaving her with only the ghost of your touch. “St-Stop that!”

“Hm? Oh, you want me to stop?”

You pull your hands away, and you swear you can just barely hear a whimper escape her lips. The expression, of desperation and longing, of a needy puppy who wants—who needs —to continue to be pet, lingers on her face for only a split second. “N-No! I mean—” Your eyebrows go up; Yuri’s trapped, and she knows it. She wants to correct you, that she isn’t requesting you to stop doing what you were doing but to stop interrupting her like that, but do say so is to admit that she likes what your hands are making her feel.

“No? So you want me to continue?”

“W-Well, well, I mean, I-I-I, just—” with every syllable, Yuri’s face turns redder, and your smile turns into a chuckle, “—I paid for you to … to, I mean, not to—not to just play with my tits all night.”

“It looked like you were enjoying it so much, though.” Before she can respond with indignance, your hands go back onto her breasts, its pliability easily giving out to the gentle massaging motion of your hands. Yuri’s mouth opens and her eyebrows tighten, but manages to just barely suppress the moan that threatened to escape her lips. “See?”

“So, so, you’re just gonna play with my tits all night and that’s it?”

“Oh, a nipple orgasm can be quite powerful.”

“Pfft.”

You can tell Yuri’s dismissal is genuine, and that lights a fire under you. “Oh, do you not believe me?”

“That’s not an actual thing. Are you saying you can make me cum just by playing with my boobs?”

“Is that a challenge?”

Under your fierce, determined gaze, you can see Yuri’s disbelief waver. But, as expected, her ego forbids her from saying anything other than, “Yeah. It is, Leo.”

“Take that bra off, I’ll fetch some things.” You climb off the bed and retrieve a bottle of massage oil and a clitoris vibrator from your bag. Sure enough, when you turn back to face Yuri, her bra is laying neatly at her side, her eyes fixated on you as you set the toy on the nightstand and climb back onto the bed, bottle in hand. “Now, before I start, first off, I want to let you know that there’s no need to be shy or embarrassed, ok? I’m a professional, and—”

“Yeah yeah, get on with it.”

You can tell that her confidence is beginning to break apart at the sight of the items you procured from the seemingly innocuous backpack sat in the corner of the room, so your warning came as a reassurance. While not totally unexpected, Yuri’s brash interruption builds upon the desire you have to ruin her.

Not only will she be begging for more, she’ll also be in tears while she does so, and when she cums, you’ll make sure it’s so unforgettable that she can’t help but come back for more.

“Very well.”

You start by applying a small amount of the oil to both hands, enough so that you can just barely see the reflection of the room’s light with the sheen of oil covering your hands. The slightest gasp escapes Yuri’s lips as your hands reestablish contact with her boobs, starting from the outsides, using a gentle, circular, massaging motion with your slick hands. Your massage follows the cadence of her breathing, firmly applying pressure to her breasts with the entire surface area of your palm, your fingers sinking into the silken, delicate texture of the supple mounds to use as a foothold to allow your palm to transfer the equally silky oil from your hands to her. You can feel the warmth of the soft beauty of the woman laying beneath you; soft sighs threaten to escape her gently parted lips, and in resisting, beads of sweat start to reform along her forehead. The closer you get to her areola, the more you can feel her breath deepening, and the more you notice Yuri fighting the urge to gasp or sigh.

“You’re doing great, Yuri.” Your palms cup the underside of her breasts, fingers splitting to avoid her areola, use the same, circular massaging motion on the plush skin. Her boobs move easily with the motion of your firm hands, and you can start to feel Yuri start to also move in tandem with your circular massaging motions. You smile but keep the observation to yourself.

It takes nearly five full minutes, but by the time you’re sure you’ve covered every square inch of her boobs, except for the most sensitive part, you turn your gaze back up to Yuri’s face just as your thumbs ghost over the outer most area of her areola.

“Hnn…”

You can clearly see the impact of the massage: Yuri’s eyes are slammed shut, her body tense, her hands balled into tight fists, every fiber of her being is trying to resist the ecstasy coursing through her veins. “How are you doing?”

Yuri is barely even able to respond to you, reduced to such a state that she’s only able to reply with, “Good.”

You nod, reapplying some oil to the fingertips of your right hand. “I’m glad to hear that.” As soundlessly as you can, you rid yourself of your shirt and lean forward, keeping that right hand on her breasts while the other comes up to cup her face. Yuri melts at your touch, wordlessly letting you tilt her head to the side to grant you access to her nape, which you readily take advantage of.

“Mmm!”

The same moment you plant a kiss just under her jaw, your index and middle finger reward her patience by rubbing the sensitive, light-brown patch. Ever slightly more, you can now feel her breath hitching and deepening from your lips and the slight quivering of her body as it shivers against yours. You alternate, carefully placing your two fingers on her areola and rubbing it in a circular motion for a few seconds, making sure to avoid her nipples, before moving to the other, accompanying each motion with another kiss or a slight nibble. Yuri’s legs begin to rub against each other, heat welling up inside her body, but every time she tries to satiate that heat by arching her back in a desperate attempt for more contact, you, ever so practiced, pull away.

“So impatient,” you mutter, planting another kiss near her Adam’s apple as the two digits draw another circle, “so needy. Do you want it that badly?”

“…gosh…”

The breathless reply, you figure, is the best you would get, so you oblige. When you pull away, Yuri’s eyes snap open, the distress in her eyes transforming into an anticipatory lustful gaze that lands on the vibrator in your hand.

“Feel free to relax, Yuri. You’ve been amazing so far.”

“Wh-Wha-Wha—a-ahn!” an adorable squeal erupts from Yuri’s lips as you turn the vibrator on and press it against the oily areola of her breasts, jumping as if an electric current was sent through her body.

“It’s ok, Yuri. Breathe in,” she obeys, shakily taking in a breath, “and breathe out,” she exhales, noticeably less tense than before. “Enjoy it. Let yourself feel.” You push your voice into a lower, deeper register, seeing its immediate effect from the tension in Yuri’s body gradually starting to unwind. “Feel the warmth. Feel the vibration. Let the pleasure course through your body.” The ripple effects of your words are visible in her body, the way the tension in her limbs seem to come undone slowly with each breath. “Let the ecstasy overwhelm you.” With each syllable, the resistance in Yuri’s body fades, and with each circle you trace on both of her boobs, her body heats up. “This is all a natural part of your body. It’s nothing to fear.”

“Hm…” you can barely hear the sigh over the low hum of the vibrator against her skin, only audible thanks to your eyes being trained on her face. “Hm…”

“That’s it. You’re doing amazingly, Yuri.”

The vibrator draws ever closer to her nipple, but, just as it seems like it’s about to make contact, you alternate to the other breast. With every new tool you introduce, it felt to Yuri like you had been building up to this, but as she grows accustomed to it, the heat in her body starts building, and the ballooning arousal in her system causes impatience to settle in once again.

This entire time, you’ve deliberately avoided her nipples, even though the clitoris vibrator you’re using is primarily used to stimulate such stiff, erogenous areas as the nipple. The more you tease her, the closer you get, the more you can feel Yuri’s impatience build, eventually resulting in a clearly audible whine when, for the umpteenth time, you pull the vibrator away millimeters away from touching the stiff, sensitive nub.

“Good girl.” Trapped between your legs, you can feel Yuri’s tighten, rubbing against each other, desperate to do something with all this welled-up heat and lust. “Good girl.”

It remains elusive. Your free hand joins the fray, massaging one breast while the other is being attended by the sex toy, and when you pull away just barely before grazing her nipple, Yuri lets out an even louder whine.

“Pl…”

Yuri stops herself, but you don’t let her.

“Hm?”

Your other hand’s index finger and thumb rub the oily, light-brown skin as the vibrator repeats the same circular motions. This time, Yuri is watching, her face now beet-red, eyes intense, her lips parted and parting more the closer the vibrator comes to the prize, and when it falls short yet again, the noise that ends up coming out of her parted lips is a whimper.

“I-I, I already said it…”

“Said what?” This time, the vibrator makes contact with her nipple: only for the shortest split second, but enough for Yuri to let out a moan that quickly transforms into a whimper when the sensation disappears instantaneously.

“I said it already, don’t make me…”

“Come, Yuri. Be a good girl, show how good your manners are.”

The ghost of that sensation that sent shockwaves throughout her entire body, if only for a split second, seems to linger. Feeling your gentle yet firm fingers against her skin, feeling the soft vibrations of the sex toy drawing ever nearer but never hitting the mark, Yuri feels her mind slowly slipping, all rational thought, all of her ego and resistances being replaced with that sensation. She needs it, she needs more of it, she needs to feel it fully, and you’re the only one who can give it to her.

“Please, please …”

She doesn’t say any more of that, so you treat her proportionally: the vibrator grazes her other nipple, but before Yuri can even feel anything, the sensation disappears. “Please…?”

Yuri’s lips are pulled into a deep pout. You can see the gears grinding in her mind, every fiber of her being fighting the stubborn front the young Korean woman wants to maintain, and the tears starting to form in her eyes tell of the strain her refusal to acquiesce to the pleasures of her body is. Her impatience has built and built, and now, it’s finally grown massive enough to topple the defiance she tried so hard to cling on to. “Please, use it on my—” she pauses, clearly embarrassed to say the word, but your encouraging nod goads the word out of her mouth, “—on my-my, my nipples, too.”

A smile breaks out across your lips. “Good girl.”

The moment the vibrator makes contact with her right nipple, Yuri lets out a noise that lay somewhere between a gasp and a yelp, quickly shutting her parted lips. But, even as Yuri tries to muffle her ecstasy, she can do nothing about how loudly her body is screaming of it: her head tilts back, her back arching into the electronic device, her thighs rubbing even more tightly against each other, a wet spot beginning to form on the sheets of the bed she lays upon, her balled fists now tightly grabbing onto her legs, as if bracing onto them for something.

It’s when the index finger and thumb pinch her other nipple that Yuri is unable to contain it anymore.

“A-Ah!”

Twisting and turning the hardened nub, rolling it between your fingers as the vibrator works its magic on its twin, Yuri’s voice grows louder with each stimulating movement, the heat welling up inside her growing and spreading.

“That’s it. Let it all out.”

You alternate, letting the nipple of her left breast feel the vibrator as the right becomes trapped by the fingers of your right hand, but both nipples, now being overstimulated by the new sensations, push Yuri’s senses into overdrive.

“Ah, oh my, oh gosh, oh gosh, oh gosh—”

Now unabashedly moaning, unable to do anything but voice her ecstasy, Yuri’s eyes slam shut, her body openly rebelling against her initial plans to remain stoic, squirming, shaking, her arousal deepening and the heat within her building and building to a nearly unbearable level.

“It’s ok, Yuri. Let yourself feel everything. Let it overwhelm you. Don’t hold back.”

When she’s not making snarky quips, you notice that Yuri’s voice is actually extremely attractive. Part of you considers giving her your real name just so that you can hear her scream it.

“Please, please, oh my gosh, oh my— fuck!”

You alternate again, your fingers kneading her tits with greater intensity while rolling, twisting, pinching, and pulling at her nipple, the vibrator pressing into the plush texture of her other breast, stimulating the sensitive skin and the stiff bundle of nerves that stood proudly in the center.

“Haah, fuck, it’s so—” all the tension, all the waiting and wanting more, all the teasing and withholding, dangling the fruit she so desperately wants just out of reach, all of the build up leads to this, the explosive, overwhelming sensation that’s sending shockwaves all across her body. Yuri doesn’t know what to do with herself, her brain so overloaded with pleasure that any semblance of stubbornness, resistance, any trace of the bratty-ness that just about defined her character completely gone. “—so, ah, hnng…”

The more Yuri squirms, the messier her hair becomes, the more sweat that gleans off her forehead, and the more erratic her movements become.

“Can you feel it?” It’s a rhetorical question. It doesn’t take a professional to see how close Yuri has become to climax. And, every inch closer she becomes, that competitive part of you that took her scoffing at the idea of a nipple orgasm as a challenge screams out ever louder, only smothered by the professional veneer you’ve spent so long building.

“Yes, oh my gosh …”

“Are you close?” Yuri nods. There’s a tightness that returns to her body, but it’s not the same resistant kind of tightness that fought against the pleasure her body was feeling. The body is a canvas, and, when in heat, the language it speaks is one you are fluent in. “Can you feel it start to wash over you?” Again, Yuri nods. “Go ahead. Let it all out.”

“ Fuck —”

Yuri’s shrill, ecstatic scream fills the room, her body shaking, the building tsunami of pleasure crashing down onto her. Your ears fill with the beautiful melody of her ecstasy, your eyes blessed with the erotic scene of Yuri’s lithe body overcome with a bone-shaking orgasm. Having set the toy down, your hands continue to gently knead her supple bosom, rolling her swollen, light-brown teats with your knuckles as you do so. The previously pristine, snowy-white complexion of Yuri’s face is now glowing pink, and you are glowing in the aftermath of your victory. The defeated party, however, is wholly unable to respond, failing to hold back the torrent of moans and whimpers, each wave of pleasure crashing down on her shaking loose a bit more of her juices that leak out onto her legs and the bedsheets below. In the corner of your eyes, you can see that the wet stain at the intersection of her legs growing, and when your eyes travel down there, you’re graced with the sexy sight of Yuri’s thighs glimmering with the sticky fluid, her toes slowly uncurling as her climax comes to an end.

It takes a moment after her climax subsides that Yuri regains her bearings, and when she does, she jolts to an upright position. Her eyes flicker to the dark stain on the bedsheets, then to her own legs. The tips of her ears, her cheeks, just about her entire face is burning a deep red.

“Wh-Wha-Wha-Wha—”

“How was it? Your first nipple orgasm, I presume?”

“Wh-Wha-What, what, what did you do?!”

Even your professionalism can’t hide the shit-eating grin that appears in the face of Yuri’s indignant, embarrassed response. “I told you, didn’t I? Nipple orgasms can be quite nice.”

Yuri grabs the pillow next to her and buries her face in it. “I … I can’t believe…” Her visuals would’ve ordinarily suggested it, but her standoffish demeanor made you second guess it; it takes this moment to make you realize that Yuri does, indeed, have a cute side after all. Part of you wonders what she’d be like if she was this cute all the time, but then you realize satisfying moments like these wouldn’t happen if that were the case. “…you actually just, just, made me cum from just … j-just, touching my boobs …”

Part of you feels bad for the poor, naïve girl, but the other part of you feels like rubbing it in her face even more. So, you go for a middle-ground approach. “I am a professional, after all. There’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

“Th-That’s right!” Hearing that seems to have reminded Yuri of something. She looks up at you, and, although her face is still rather flustered, her eyes meet yours. “That wasn’t what I paid for! I paid you to fuck me!”

“Hm? Are you complaining?”

“W-Well—” it’s easy to see the answer in her face, but her ego doesn’t let her admit it, “—yes! I—I, I didn’t want to cum from that. All those reviews raved about how great you were, especially dealing with vir—” as obvious as it is, Yuri still somehow feels the need to be embarrassed at that fact. Seeing the unchanging expression of your face gives her the confidence to continue, “—virgins, and especially with how—how—…”

“How great I am with my dick?”

Yuri, who had begun cooling down from being so red, turns a shade pinker at the harsh wording you chose to use. “Yeah.”

“Don’t worry, we’ll get to it. Just think of what you just experienced as a first-time bonus.”

“I bet you say that to all the girls.”

“Hm?” The playful grin returns to your lips. “Jealous?”

Yuri rolls her eyes. “As if. Try again, Leo.”

“Still calling me that, huh?”

“You haven’t given me anything to call you by, so that’s what I’m calling you.”

“If I recall properly, I did give you something.”

“You really think I’m gonna call you ‘ daddy ’?”

“Oh? Another challenge?”

Clearly intimidated by how successfully you completed the first ‘challenge’ Yuri presented you, now, the young Korean woman backs off, her eyes wide. “N-No. No, it’s not, I’m just saying.”

“Sweet little Yuri.”

There’s a kind of fear in Yuri’s eyes that you enjoy. You can tell you’ve earned respect from Yuri—or, maybe the word isn’t ‘respect’. More like ‘reverence’. Whatever it is, Yuri can clearly feel the weight behind your words, and with the promise you just made to her, she feels its inevitability as a threat to her own autonomy.

“Wai—” the words are cut off with a shrill yelp as you spread her legs and run two digits along her wet slit.

“You want to get right into it, right?” you say as you quickly strip off your pants, then your boxers.

“Uh-Uh, um, ye-yeah.” There is considerably more hesitation in her voice as her eyes land on your hard-on, but her ego prevents her from doing anything but doubling down.

“Excellent.” Yuri’s impatience is starting to affect you as well; but first… “For once, we agree on something.”

When you grab her legs and lift her bum up, the hesitation in her eyes starts to pop out. “U-Uh! U-um, wait…”

You stop in the motion of positioning your dick at her entrance. “Cold feet?”

You know those taunting words will reignite her resolve, and seeing the fire return in her eyes, you smile to yourself. It’s almost too easy. “You wish. Try me, Leo.”

Immediately after that, Yuri lets out a gasp from the feeling of your length rubbing against her slick folds and another, louder gasp when your cock brushes against her clit. You wordlessly observe the kaleidoscope of emotions Yuri’s face is shifting through: the stalwart stubbornness to hide her pleasure, her parted lips trying to stay shut, her eyes that rapidly flip between pleasure and frustration, her indecisive legs halfway between wrapping themselves around your waist and pushing you away, but her furrowed eyebrows and the slight puffs of pleasure that inexplicably escape her lips every now and then that betray her desire to keep a poker face.

“F-Fuck, are you just gonna rub y-your dick against my pus—against my p—against it, or are you gonna use it like you’re supposed to?”

As fun as it is to tease the obstinate girl, you figure bringing her to beg twice is good enough. And, although you are a professional, you are also a man: no woman you’ve ever been with had elicited such a strong desire to fuck relentlessly than Jo Yuri.

“I appreciate the haste, Yuri, but don’t you think you’re forgetting something?”

Yuri rolls her eyes, for once showing the genuine feeling of frustration she’s experiencing on her face while you pull away. “ Now what?”

As impatient as you, yourself, are to, as she would put it, ‘get on with it already’, remembering these important details, even in the heat of the moment, are why this part-time gig is so fruitful for you. “Protection, Yuri. Unless you have no issues risking getting pregnant, it would be wise for you to remember this for your future partners as well.”

How could she have forgotten? Was she that impatient that she forgot such a crucial step? And, most importantly, how were you going to react if you figured out? It’s equal parts fascinating and amusing how you can see these questions going through Yuri’s mind.

“Well, you—well, that’s your job, isn’t it?”

As expected, Yuri completely disregarded it, in fact shifting the responsibility to you, but you simply smile back. “I suppose you’re correct.” While her words remain brash, her actions become less so: you can feel her eyes zeroed in on your cock as you roll the condom over it, making sure to leave a little bit of space at the tip. Her legs remain spread, obediently waiting for you to situate yourself between them once again, and this time, when you lift her butt up to align yourself against her damp sex, she doesn’t complain. You aren’t looking at her face, intentionally so: at this juncture, meeting her gaze has a chance to activate her stubborn nature, and given how her arousal and impatience has turned those aspects of her personality down so much already, that’s the last thing you want to do—for now, at least. And, this time, when you run your condom-covered cock against Yuri’s pussy lips, she doesn’t complain, although you can hear puffs escaping her mouth that you’re unsure are muffled moans or silenced protests. You can feel her burning gaze locked onto your dick, but you don’t meet it: Yuri’s lips are pretty, but if you had to pick, you’d say the lips you’re currently looking at are more appealing.

“Aah, gosh…” When you hear Yuri muttering that under her breath, you take that as your cue.

“I don’t suppose I need to ask…?” It’s only when you say those words that you look up at Yuri, who appears to have transformed into a completely new woman: her eyes were now unabashedly screaming in desperation, not even flinching as your gaze lands on her, trained fiercely on the member that’s rubbing against her flopping, wet folds.

“N-No.” It’s adorable, how much Yuri is trying to cling onto any semblance of control.

“Good.”

That’s the last warning you give her before you unceremoniously shove as much of your length as you can fit in one stroke inside her.

“Ah, ah fuck!”

With that, the last bit of control Yuri so desperately clung onto slips out of her grasp. You feel yourself tensing, too; the wetness, the intense pressure, the heat emanating from her core dials your arousal up and up. Your professionalism is all that’s holding you back from abandoning all pretenses and ravaging her with all the pent-up lust you’ve gathered from watching the sexy, young Korean woman squirming under your touch, exuding such ecstasy that it spills over the sky-high dam of self-control and petulant resistance her psyche had constructed, into her eyes and past her lips. Yuri, while certainly not the most curvaceous woman you’ve been with, is undoubtedly one of the most beautiful, and while that would’ve ordinarily been enough to create an intense desire, the satisfaction of getting her, the woman who insisted over and over on ‘starting’ but becomes hesitant the second you pull your pants down, who scoffs at the idea of being stimulated to orgasm from only her boobs only to succumb to such an intense climax minutes later, to so loudly exclaim her lust and pleasure drives your desire up further.

You find yourself unable to tear your eyes away from Yuri’s face, ever the picturesque view, even twisted in pleasure as it is while you slowly, gently push yourself inside her. The amount of restraint you’re exercising grows by the second, especially as you see the steely, cold visage Yuri had initially put up sliding off bit by bit, but you hold on. It certainly helps that the incredible tightness of Yuri’s cunt makes it easy to restrain yourself; although she’s providing plenty of natural lubrication for your cock to enjoy, each millimeter feels like an intense battle you have to win every single time.

“Congrats on finally losing your virginity.”

Yuri doesn’t have a chance to respond with words, another moan coming tumbling out her pretty little lips, the feeling of her newly deflowered pussy being pried apart so much sending shockwaves throughout her body and overloading her mind. You continue watching Yuri, gently rocking back and forth, advancing bit by bit with every stroke: her half-lidded eyes, her thrown-back head, her silky, jet-black locks spread all across the pillow her head is resting on, her slightly parted, cherry-red, cupid’s bow lips, the purity of her beauty still shining brightly amongst the pleasure mixed in spurs you on even more.

The further you go, the more you’re reminded to hold the breaks; as much as you want to go full throttle and ruin her, the fact that she’s a virgin is even present in how incredibly tight she is, and then again when you feel a resistance you’re familiar with.

“Yuri, are—”

“Ye-Yes, yes, do it!”

You don’t need to hear any more than that. You brace your knees against the mattress and start applying firm pressure against the barrier until it makes way for your cock, and even as it does it does so, there’s almost no change in Yuri’s facial expression: while there’s signs of slight discomfort, you can still clearly see the pleasure on her face. It turns out, your caution proves to be excessive as, not seconds afterwards, Yuri is egging you on.

“Fuck, please…”

The process of breaking one’s hymen isn’t always painful, or even uncomfortable, but this is your first time breaking it for a client who is this indifferent about it. Did she even notice? Is she just playing it off? But you don’t even see tears forming in the corners of her closed eyes.

“Do you want me to continue?”

“Yes! Please!”

It isn’t your intention to make her plead more: it’s professional curtesy as well as human decency to treat your clients who wish to have their cherries popped with care, but seeing as Yuri seems to have no desire to be treated that way, you figure it’s additionally your professional duty to oblige that request.

“Yes, ma’am.”

Yuri’s moans grow a few pitches higher and a few decibels louder in reaction to you obeying that request. Her legs start wrapping around your waist, as if it’s the most natural thing in the world, following the rocking motion of your body, pushing deeper inside her with each thrust. Her softly swaying tits are tempting, the erect and slightly swollen nipples even more so, but you keep your hands on her waist. Slowly, excruciatingly slowly, you make progress, and Yuri notices too.

“Oh gosh, how much more is there?”

“A little less than half is left.”

Your last few clients have been on the more experienced side, but even so, you feel as though you’ve never experienced a pussy that is this incredibly tight. It’s a good thing Yuri is already lubricated from her previous orgasm, or else this might’ve been too painful for her, or perhaps impossible, even.

“What?!”

You’re above-average in size—obviously, or else you wouldn’t be nearly so popular—and while you don’t always get comments about that fact, it’s all but inevitable for someone of Yuri’s stature. You’re not sure if it’s simply her small stature, or maybe the prim-and-properness you initially detected about her leading to minimal self-love down here, or maybe it’s her slim-yet-toned body that incidentally causes her pussy to be this tight, but you find yourself having to take more and more breaks to let her—and yourself, frankly—to get used to your girth and length.

“You can do it, can’t you?”

You’re the one who says it, and you of all men know the amazing capacity of the vagina to stretch, but even you aren’t sure if Yuri can fit your entire length. And, this time, even the challenging words you pose to Yuri isn’t enough to light a fire in her eyes.

“Oh my…”

That daunting prospect aside, hearing the slightly horrified whisper that trails off into nothingness fills your ego even fuller than Yuri’s incessant moans already have. If hearing Yuri professing her pleasure so openly is the fuel that drives your every thrust, that whisper is the nitro boost that pushes you into overdrive.

“One way to find out?”

You don’t give Yuri a chance to acquiesce, tossing aside polite, professional considerations for the comfort of your customer.

“A— fuck!”

Yuri’s moans transform into ecstatic screams, and it feels like your body absorbs the sound as well as the tight warmth of her pussy attempting to squeeze the life out of your cock. You can feel more of the viscous fluids stick to the thin plastic covering along your length with every in-stroke, and feel bits of those fluids fly out and land all over your groin, Yuri’s groin, her legs, even on both of your stomachs, and all of it pushes you further and further. You can feel your cock wedging between her tight walls and slowly forcing them apart, and somehow, this entirely novel experience doesn’t seem to particularly phase Yuri; each moan that escapes her lips urges you forward.

“Fuck, I-I can’t, it’s—it’s too big!”

That’s the first indication of Yuri resisting, but her body says otherwise: her legs have now firmly wrapped around your waist, the bucking of her hips matching the pace of your thrusting.

“You can, Yuri.”

“You’re—You’re gonna break me…”

You can see—rather, you can feel why she says so. Part of it is your own desire, part of it is your experience, but most of it is faith in the surprising sturdiness of Yuri’s body you’ve noticed so far. “It’ll be fine. You got this.”

“Ah…” Although that feeling, of being on the verge of breaking, never completely fades, Yuri more or less becomes accustomed to it, and the more time passes, the more that concern fades into the background. “… hmm …”

Not every client of yours who turn out to be so vocal have voices that are as pleasant to your ears as Yuri’s. It isn’t even a minute after voicing that concern that she’s nearly singing out her ecstasy, each note adorned with slight vibrato from the force from your hips rocking her relatively small frame. You briefly wonder if she’s a singer, then you wonder what such a beautiful voice would sound like calling out your name.

“God, I can’t believe how fucking tight you are, Yuri.”

“I-Idiot, why are you so big?”

You take her counterpoint in stride, not long after reaching the deepest parts of Yuri’s snatch as signified by the satisfying clap of your groin against her ass.

“ Fuck, is that finally everything?”

You grind against her groin, grinning as the stimulation elicits a surprised yelp-moan from Yuri. “Yes.”

“All … all of it … I can’t … gosh, it’s so much …”

“I believe in you, Yuri.” She isn’t given a chance to respond as you, again, start moving before she’s ready, turning the words she’s about to respond to you with into another shrill moan. You have to start slow, but as she begins to get used to your size, you begin to pick up speed.

“That fucking thing … it’s so … I can’t believe…” You know her pussy is stretching to accommodate its oversized guest, but you never let a feeling of content settle for too long: as soon as you’re able, you pick up the pace, and soon, the combined heat of her cunt and the friction from its walls against your length, the slight smacking sound of your crotch against hers, the squeaking of the rocking bed beneath you, both noises combined with Yuri’s beautiful voice vocalizing her ever-deepening arousal, the stench of sex and Yuri’s precum splattering all over your and her body, the feeling of her legs tensing against your hips and the convulsing, fleshy walls of her pussy rubbing against your thinly covered shaft fill every fiber of your being with an ecstasy brimming over the edge and spilling over the sides.

“Fuck, Yuri, your pussy is so fucking good.”

Yuri barely seems to be able to process your words, however, lost in a world of her own lust and ecstasy, her head tilted all the way back, her hands gripping onto the bedsheets like she’s trying to rip holes in them, her body absolutely vibrating and her delicate, yet surprisingly sturdy frame shaking with the force of your every thrust. It seems like she’s completely forgotten about any discomfort or concerns about being broken, and now is shamelessly moaning, responding to your every stroke by thrusting her hips to match it.

“Oh my gosh…” Yuri acclimating to your size unlocks you to put more of your back into every thrust, the result of which is her body shaking so violently that the vibration is showing in her voice. “…so m—… oh, fuck …”

Feeling how tightly Yuri’s legs are now wrapped around your waist, your right hand migrates upwards and catches Yuri by surprise, who lets out a yelp upon feeling that hand on her tits.

“Wha—” her words turn into a sigh and then into a soft moan, her recently opened eyes fluttering back shut and her head sinking back into the pillow. “… oh … wow, that’s…”

You’re not sure if it’s some semblance of her ego that preemptively cuts her off before she can compliment you or if she’s simply unable to finish her sentences, but you don’t care either way. The harder you go into Yuri, the more you feel yourself losing it: your professionalism, your manners, what you’re even doing here, what you’re here for, nothing matters but the chasing the next satisfying, slightly moist clap of your skin against each other and the tension in your nethers to tighten ever so slightly more in response.

“For someone so thin, your tits are pretty fucking big.”

Before, Yuri might’ve teased you for the comment, maybe making a joke about her little nickname for you, ‘Leonardo DiCaprio’, and your supposed love for younger women. However, now, not only does Yuri not have the right mind to even remember that nickname, she’s wholly unable to answer but with fragments of words that all transform into moans anyway.

“Pl … pl-please…” The effects of your fingers teasing at her nipples doubles down on the stimulation overload Yuri is experiencing, a sensation she hadn’t even experienced until this night, where she is now being doused with relentlessly, without break. It’s not your intention to make her beg, but it seems to just naturally slip out. “…oh my go—…more, please, I’m getting so close…”

The thing is, though, that you’re also getting close, and you don’t know if you can hold off before Yuri comes to an orgasm. As a professional, your own orgasm is almost never a consideration, and while it’s easier for women in your field to solve this issue, as a woman’s orgasm often requires more a man’s does, not to mention the complete lack of a refractory period for them, men such as you have to resort to tricks. You’re not quite fighting tooth and nail to hold back your load yet, but if you don’t do anything, Yuri’s first time might end in an unsatisfactory manner. And, not only do you have a reputation to withhold, but you personally don’t want that to happen: partially because you feel every woman’s first time should be memorable at the very least, but mostly because you want to rub it in her bratty little face after-the-fact.

“You’re getting close?”

Yuri nods.

“Do you wanna cum?”

Those words did exactly what you wanted them to do: Yuri opens her eyes, and when she sees the expression on your face, she is suddenly reminded of the person she was when you first walked into the door.

“ Oh, my go —” Yuri lets out a yelp as your hand shoots down from her boobs to her clit, using your two longest digits to start rubbing the hardened nub. “— fuck! What are— ng, fuck!”

While your fingers go to work, you begin to alternate between thrusting and grinding your cock into the deepest parts of her pussy, and the combination of the sensation along with the feeling of the bundle of nerves sitting just north of her entrance being stimulated with pinching, rubbing, and flicking motions sends Yuri into another, more viscous frenzy.

“Oh my g—” another yelp as your two fingers pull at her clit, “—fuck, fuck —” the intensity of your fingers rise in parallel to the intensity of the grinding of your hips, “—oh my— oh my god!”

It was something that you noticed, that Yuri seems to avoid using the phrase ‘oh my god’—it indicates to you that she perhaps comes from a religious background, but you didn’t really pay much attention to it until this moment, when Yuri finally breaks that habit to scream it out, only to be denied her climax when you come to a screeching halt.

“What are you—” it takes one look into your eyes to know why you suddenly stopped, but you say it anyway.

“I think you know what to do if you want to cum.”

“Are you serious?! I didn’t pay for—” it never fails to work, forcing Yuri to interrupt herself by stimulating her. Your fingers rub at her clit, but only to keep her verging on the edge and never any further. “—oh my god, please, I’m so—” this time, it’s not a yelp, but an aggravated hum, vibrating in accordance to the shaking of her body as another wave of ecstasy rolls over her system in response to your fingers pushing her ecstasy button.

“I need a little more than ‘please’, Yuri.”

“I’m not calling you—ah, ah, fuuck!”

Every time, you bring her teetering on the edge, and you allow her just enough rest to give her the illusion that you’ll let her come down from the high only to bring her right back up. There is clear frustration in her face, but there’s also an unmistakable amount of lust and impatience etched into her furrowed eyebrows and the pointed glare in her eyes.

“Please, don’t make me…” Yuri tries to buck her hips against you, but you lock her in place by pinning her against the mattress with the help of your legs and your hips.

“Do you want to cum or not?”

To be frank, you’re pretty close yourself, and part of the reason you had stopped was to slow down the pace of your own climax. Now that your mind is clearer, you can focus more on this process, of repeatedly pushing Yuri to the edge only to pull her away at the last millisecond.

“I swear to g— OD!”

Her voice glissandos to a higher pitch and volume as the last two letters, the same two digits pushing that button again, but not as long as she needs you to. Her hands reach for your arm in a last-ditch attempt to force you to stop, but your other hand collects both wrists and pins them against her stomach. “Nuh uh uh, what are the magic words?”

There’s a war going on inside Yuri’s mind, and you can see it on her face. Her headstrong attitude demanding the young woman to not break, being utterly bulldozed by mountainous impatience and desire, the need, to release all the tension already. “F—…I can’t…” It’s fascinating to see her lust clouding her judgement, forcing her into submission, but most of all, it’s fucking hot. “…god, I can’t believe I’m about to say this…” Yuri hesitates for a brief second, then, her lips move, but barely a sound comes out her lips. From reading her lips, you can tell she’s trying to get away with muttering the words under her breath, and you’re not about to let her get away with that.

“I didn’t hear you. Speak up, Yur—”

“God, just, just fuck me already and make me cum, daddy!” You have to be honest, the amount of hostility in her voice while saying such words nearly makes you laugh, but you have to be true to your promise.

“There it is. That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

Yuri shoots a glare at you, but when you release your pin on her and reel back, her eyes soften and a loud gasp emerges from her lips, and when you slam your length all the way to its hilt, the gasp turns into an ecstatic scream.

“Fu—” she doesn’t even have time to finish the syllable by the next time you repeated the action, then again, then again, all the while fiercely rubbing her clit. It’s barely a few seconds later that Yuri devolves into a squirming, screaming mess, every part of her body squeezing you tighter: her legs against your waist, the grip of her hands on your legs, the intense pressure from her vaginal walls against your cock, and then, a few seconds more, it all comes undone.

The room is supposedly soundproof, but never have you questioned that so much until this moment, when Yuri’s ecstatic, orgasmic scream is threatening to blow out your eardrums. Her entire body vibrates, the second tidal wave of pleasure rolling through her body, her pussy gushing with her juices all over you. Despite the condom you’re wearing, you swear you can still feel the stickiness of her cum against your member as it pumps in and out of her sputtering hole.

“F-Fuck…” Yuri can feel the strength being sapped from her body as her climax begins to fade, and when the last vestiges of it disappears, her body slumps against the bed.

“See? How easy was that?”

Hiding your blue balls as you extract your sopping wet dick from her snatch is not something you’re entirely unfamiliar with, even if you would’ve liked to cum with her. This is a job, though, and this isn’t about you.

“That wa—” Yuri tilts her head to look at you, but her eyes inadvertently find themselves landing on your erect cock, shining with the sheen of her juices sticking to the thin, translucent material stretching over your shaft, “—oh, you didn’t…?”

You grin. “That’s very sweet of you to be so considerate, but—” Yuri doesn’t interrupt you or anything, you just end up pausing when she pushes herself up from the reclining position to a sitting one, then a hunched over one, then begins crawling to you. Even in the face of your teasing grin, which you intended to elicit a reaction from her with, Yuri doesn’t bite. “…what are you doing?”

“I bet you wanna cum too,” Yuri says the words very matter-of-factly, in such a self-assured manner that you wonder if she is being possessed by another person at the moment. Is this Yuri, who is now settled between your legs, face inches away from your cock, dainty hands placed tenderly against your inner thighs, the same woman who was forced to say— “ daddy.”

Who is this woman? Was she playing a role this entire time? Did you end up breaking her after all? That wasn’t even your intention, entirely…

“Yuri, it’s quite alright. You don’t have to worry about m—”

“Oh, but, daddy, I want this load down my throat.” You continue to eye her with a confused expression, and when she looks up at you, she lets out a smile that seems to have some kind of motive hidden behind it. What it is, you can’t tell. “Or, maybe, you want to spray my face and my tits with it?”

“Yuri, what…?”

“Since you insist on being called ‘daddy’ so much, why don’t I be a good girl and let daddy cum, too?”

Yep. You’ve definitely broken her.

Either that, or this is some kind of weird psychological trick she’s playing on herself, that she’s justifying the fact that she called you something she initially didn’t want to because actually, she did want to do it to spite you, somehow, and is now continuing to maliciously—‘maliciously’—call you that name.

“I can assure you, there’s no need to…” it’s clear your words aren’t getting to her head, especially as her hands close in on your cock and moves to pull off the unused condom.

“There’s no need for this anymore,” Yuri comments, sliding it off, albeit with some difficulty with how slippery the plastic covering has become, and then looks up at you. “So, does daddy want to cum in my mouth, or on my face, or maybe on my tits?”

Ordinarily, blowjobs are technically a service you’re supposed to charge for, but considering you’re so close, you figure there’s no point. “Wherever you’d like, Yuri.”

She shrugs and wraps her fingers around your pulsating shaft. You let out a hiss, and your fingers curl a little when her grip tightens and she starts moving her hands up and down your length. “Fuck…”

Yuri responds positively to your groan, increasing the speed of her handjob. “Does that feel good?”

“Yeah, it does.”

The brief break you were given took you off the high a little, but the pressure Yuri’s hand is exerting on your dick is slowly but surely bringing you back up. Also, you have to say, the top-down view of Yuri staring intently at your cock, elbows locked in place on the mattress, both hands stacked on top of each other leaving about half an inch to move, and her boobs swaying slightly with each jerking motion is a delectable spectacle for the eyes.

“Then, how about this?”

The entire time, Yuri’s face had been slowly descending on your stiff member, but you still can’t help but let out another low moan as her tongue first catches your glans, her lips following suit and closing in around the soft, sensitive tip.

“ God, Yuri…”

Her hands scoot down to make way for her lips, which begin gliding down your shaft. You can feel her tongue caressing the underside of your cock as she takes more of you inside her mouth, stopping with barely half of your length in her mouth before coming back up for air.

It’s incredibly obvious that this is Yuri’s first blowjob, but, since you’re so close anyway, it doesn’t matter in the slightest how sloppy it is. Just the feeling of her luscious lips hugging your cock as her tongue runs along your shaft while her hands continue to squeeze and twist in synchronization with the slow bobbing motion of her mouth is enough to bring you to the brink.

“Yuri, I’m close…”

Yuri takes that as her signal to release your cock, turning your cock towards the rough direction of her collarbone, and looks up at you. “I’m ready, daddy.”

“Fuck—cumming!”

The first stream lands on her cheek and drawing a line to her chin, flinching the poor girl, her hands instinctively redirecting your cock down which causes the second stream to draw another line from her cleavage to a little bit left of the areola of her right breast. By the time she’s recovered, a few more streams have landed all over the place, from her collarbone to her shoulder, with some streams shooting onto her hair as well.

It’s only after you stop that the sudden change in behavior begins to make sense.

“Wow, you came so much, daddy.”

This time, especially after regaining a clear mind from coming down on that high, you can tell Yuri is calling you that as a teasing remark, especially seeing as the nickname is paired with a triumphant grin whilst she wipes the cum off her face with the back of her hand.

“Did I?” Yuri looks so proud of herself that you decide to not say anything more.

“Yeah, look at it,” she says, casting her eyes down as her hands wipe the viscous fluids off her collarbone and boobs.

“Hm, I suppose I did.”

Yuri’s grin widens. “I suppose even the gigolo can learn something from the novice, huh?”

So, is that what it is? Maybe it isn’t that you ‘broke’ her; maybe it’s Yuri not wanting to admit she ended up acquiescing to your request due to becoming overcome with lust, but rather, of her own volition. For what reason she would choose to do so, you’re unsure; maybe out of spite, or maybe out of pity, or maybe for this exact moment, so that she could rub it in your face that she made you cum as well, but whatever the reason is, you find no reason to correct her.

“Maybe so. Maybe, should you decide to impart more of your wisdom, I could learn more from you in the future.”

Yuri scoffs. “Don’t get your hopes up, Leo.”

But, sure enough, the next day, you get a notification: an appointment with one ‘Jo Yuri’, scheduled for next month.

Wow it is so incredibly late but I’m glad I finally got this draft done.

This originally started off as a Taeyeon draft (as most of my drafts do) but I realized I could change her to an idol who fits the ‘bratty’ nature of the female character of this one-shot, and was convinced that Jo Yuri fit the role.:D

Hope you enjoyed, and thanks for reading!

• 1 year ago on February 9, 2025