gord20

[gord20]

Somi loves sunscreen

Words: 3.7k

Tags : Big tits, teasing, tittyfuck, penetration, spanking, dirty talk, bikini, innocent, submissive, beach

"You're the best, Manager-nim!" Somi's cheerful voice echoed through the bustling street as she tugged on my arm, her eyes sparkling with excitement. We had just finished a successful day of shooting for her latest music video, and the energy of the vibrant city surrounded us like a warm embrace.

"Thank you, Somi-ah," I replied, trying to match her enthusiasm despite the weight of my hidden desires. Her smile was as radiant as the sun, and it was impossible not to feel the heat of it on my face. Her outfit today was particularly distracting: a tight white top that hugged her curves and a pair of black shorts. Her breasts bounced with every step she took, and my eyes couldn't help but stray to the generous cleavage she displayed.

The beach was only a short walk from our hotel, and as we approached, the sound of waves crashing grew louder, mixing with the laughter of vacationers. The scent of saltwater and coconut sunscreen filled the air, and I felt my heart race as we drew closer to the spot where she'd be revealing more of her tempting body.

"Wow, it's so beautiful here!" Somi exclaimed, her eyes lighting up like stars. She looked over at me, her expression pure and unblemished by the thoughts I was having. I nodded, swallowing hard, as we found a spot to lay our towels. She bent over, giving me a full view of her round, firm ass, and I had to avert my gaze to avoid giving myself away.

SUMMARY^1: Somi, a K-pop idol, and her manager finish a successful MV shoot and decide to relax at the beach. She wears a revealing white top and black shorts that accentuate her figure, unknowingly teasing her manager with her ample cleavage and bouncy ass. Upon arriving, she expresses delight at the scenery, while the manager struggles to contain his lustful thoughts.

As she began to strip down to her bikini, my heart nearly stopped. Her top peeled away, revealing her unbound breasts, and for a moment, they hung there, teasing me with their gravity-defying perfection. She giggled, catching my gaze, and I pretended to be busy with the camera equipment. She had no idea how much self-control it took to not stare.

Her bikini top was a simple, yet daring, number. Two tiny triangles of fabric barely contained her voluptuous breasts, and the strings tied around her neck and back looked as if they could snap at any moment. Her bottoms were just as revealing, a thin strip of black that did little to cover her ample assets. My eyes followed the curves of her body as she moved, my imagination running wild with thoughts of what was hidden beneath the scrap of material.

With a joyful laugh, she dashed into the sea, her lithe figure slicing through the waves with surprising agility. I watched as the water clung to her skin, emphasizing every curve and line. When she emerged from the water, the salty droplets glistened on her skin like a million diamonds. She turned to me, her teeth chattering slightly from the cold, and handed me her towel.

"Here, Manager-nim," she said, her voice shivering with cold. "Could you dry me off?"

I took the towel with trembling hands, trying to play it cool. "Of course, Somi-ah."

As she stepped closer to me, the cool ocean breeze mixing with the warmth of her damp skin, I began to pat her down, taking care to cover every inch of her exposed flesh. When I reached her chest, my heart raced. The fabric of her bikini top was wet and translucent, revealing the darkened areolae beneath. My eyes wandered to the water droplets that clung to the swells of her breasts, and I took a deep breath, trying to compose myself.

Somi leaned into me slightly, the softness of her breasts pressing against my forearm as I held the towel to her. "Could you... could you be a little more thorough?" she asked, her teeth chattering from the cold.

I nodded, trying to keep my voice steady. "Of course," I replied, taking a step closer to her. With gentle strokes, I began to rub the towel over her shoulders and down her arms. The fabric was rough against her goose-pimpled skin, and she shivered in response. I made a mental note to be more careful with her sensitive areas.

I began to rub the towel over her, making slow, deliberate movements. Starting at her shoulders, I worked my way down her arms, her skin goose-bumped from the coolness of the sea. With each stroke, I moved closer to her breasts, feeling the weight of them against my arm. When I finally reached the top of her chest, I paused, my heart thumping in my ears. Her breathing had become shallower, and she leaned into me slightly, unknowingly giving me the perfect opportunity.

Gently, I lifted the towel, allowing it to glide over her collarbone and along the upper curves of her breasts. She didn't protest; instead, she closed her eyes and let out a content sigh. My eyes remained focused on her face, watching for any signs of discomfort or realization, but all I saw was pleasure. I continued to dry her, my hands moving in a circular motion, getting closer and closer to the center of her chest. The fabric of her bikini top grew wetter and more transparent with every pass, and I could see the dark circles of her areolae peeking through.

My fingers hovered just millimeters from her skin, and I felt the heat radiating from her body. I took another deep breath and made my move, placing the towel over her breasts and pressing down lightly. She gasped, but whether from the cold or the contact, I couldn't tell. I pretended not to notice, acting as if it was all part of the process. My heart hammered in my chest as I felt the softness of her flesh beneath the towel, the weight of her breasts pressing against my hand. I moved the towel in a figure-eight pattern, ensuring every inch of her was dry, or so she thought.

Finally, I finished and took a step back, my hand lingering in the air for a moment before I dropped it to my side. "There, all dry," I said, my voice a little too thick. Somi looked up at me with a smile that could melt the polar ice caps. "Thank you, Manager-nim," she said, her teeth still chattering slightly. "You're so good at this."

Without another word, she turned over onto her back and spread out on her towel, her bikini-clad breasts facing the sun. The fabric was still wet and almost see-through, and I had to clench my fists to keep from reaching out again. She lay there, her eyes closed, her chest rising and falling with every deep breath she took. I felt like I was in a trance, my mind racing with all the things I'd like to do to her.

Somi's skin was a canvas of perfection, and her breasts were the masterpiece. The way they moved with every breath she took was mesmerizing. I sat down next to her, pretending to read a book, but in reality, I was watching her every move. The sun began to set, casting a warm glow over her body, and she grew quieter, her breathing becoming deeper and more rhythmic.

The sight of her barely contained breasts was too much to handle. The fabric of her bikini top had become almost transparent, and the shadowy outline of her nipples was clear to see. The need grew within me, an uncontrollable force demanding release. I looked around, ensuring that no one was paying us too much attention. A few beachgoers had noticed our little area, but they were too wrapped up in their own conversations to care about us.

My hand slipped into my shorts, finding the hardness that had been growing steadily since she'd emerged from the water. The fabric was tight, and the sensation was exquisite, but not enough. I needed more. With a quick glance to confirm we were still safe from prying eyes, I pulled my cock out into the open air. It was thick and heavy, the tip glistening with pre-cum. I bit my lower lip to keep from groaning as I began to stroke it, my eyes never leaving her chest.

Somi was oblivious to my actions, lost in her own little world of relaxation. The soft sounds of the ocean waves crashing against the shore and the distant chatter of vacationers created a soothing backdrop to the tension building in my body. I stroked faster, the friction of my hand against my cock sending waves of pleasure through me. Each time she took a deep breath, her breasts rose, and the fabric of her bikini top stretched taut, giving me a tantalizing peek at her hardened nipples.

As the pressure grew, I could feel my orgasm approaching like a freight train. I bit my lip harder, trying to muffle any sounds, as I pumped away at my cock. The moment of release was explosive, and I couldn't help the guttural groan that escaped my throat as I shot my cum onto her chest. The warm, sticky liquid pooled on her breasts, blending with the remnants of the ocean water that still clung to her skin.

Her eyes snapped open, and she sat up with a start. "Manager-nim, what was that?" she asked, her voice filled with confusion.

Panic shot through me as I hastily tucked my penis back into my pants, trying to compose myself. "It's... it's just sunscreen, Somi-ah," I said, my voice shaking. "It's important to keep your skin protected."

Her eyes searched my face for any signs of deceit, but all she saw was the concerned expression of a dedicated manager. She relaxed back onto her towel, her breasts still rising and falling with her quick breaths. "Oh, okay," she murmured, her voice sleepy. She took the excuse at face value and began to rub the warm, sticky liquid into her skin without a second thought.

The sight of her smearing my cum over her breasts was almost too much to bear. My face flushed, and I had to look away, pretending to adjust the camera lens. "Somi-ah," I said, my voice a little too high, "you should probably be careful with that. It's... it's very strong sunscreen."

She giggled, the sound like a melody to my ears. "Don't worry, Manager-nim," she said, her eyes still closed. "I'll be okay." She lay back down, her breasts still glistening with the evidence of my actions. "Could you put some more on me?"

My heart raced as she asked for more. I couldn't believe she was asking me to touch her like that again, but I knew I couldn't refuse. I nodded and reached for the bottle of sunscreen, squeezing a generous amount into my hand. This time, I didn't bother being subtle. I knew she was lost in her thoughts and wouldn't notice the difference.

I began to rub the lotion onto her chest, my hand lingering over her breasts, feeling the warmth of her skin and the softness of her flesh. She let out a contented sigh, her eyes still closed. The smell of the coconut sunscreen filled the air, mixing with the scent of the ocean and my own arousal. I worked the sunscreen into her skin, my fingertips brushing over her nipples. They were hard and sensitive, and she gasped at the sensation.

Her eyes remained closed, and she shifted slightly, pressing her breasts together. The action was unintentional, but it was as if she were offering herself to me. I took the opportunity to spread more sunscreen between her cleavage, the lotion acting as a lubricant for my growing desire. My cock was fully erect now, begging for release, and I couldn't resist any longer.

With trembling hands, I unzipped my shorts and pulled out my erection. It was thick and heavy, standing tall and proud, ready to claim what it had been fantasizing about for so long. I positioned myself behind her, making sure she was comfortable, and then I gently placed my cock between her breasts. The warmth and softness were like nothing I'd ever felt before, and I had to bite my tongue to keep from crying out.

I began to slide my length back and forth, using her breasts as a makeshift masturbation device. The slickness of the sunscreen made the motion smoother, and with every stroke, I could feel her heart beating against my shaft. She was so lost in her slumber that she didn't notice the added weight pressing against her, nor the warm, sticky mess I was making of her sunscreen-covered breasts.

I watched as her chest moved up and down with every deep breath she took, her breasts smearing the sunscreen across her skin like a pair of soft pillows. The sight of her oblivious to the pleasure I was taking was intoxicating, and I felt a twinge of guilt for taking advantage of her innocence. But the desire was too strong, and I continued, my grip tightening slightly. The friction was exquisite, and I knew I wouldn't last much longer.

With each pass, my cock grew more slick with the mixture of sunscreen and precum. Her nipples were pebbled and erect, grazing the tip of my cock with every stroke. It was as if her body was begging for me, even in her unconscious state. The sound of the waves grew distant as I focused solely on the feeling of her breasts surrounding me, the warmth of her skin, and the sweet scent of coconut and sea salt that filled my nostrils.

Suddenly, Somi's eyes snapped open, and she gasped as she felt the intrusion between her breasts. She sat up with a start, pushing me away. "Manager-nim, what are you doing?" she exclaimed, her voice filled with shock and confusion.

I looked down at my cock, still slick with the mess of sunscreen and cum, and smirked. "What does it look like, Somi-ah?" I said, my voice thick with desire. "I'm using your tits like the whore's tits they are. You've been teasing me all day with these fucking melons. You can't blame me for wanting a taste."

Her eyes widened in horror, and she scrambled to cover herself with the towel. "Manager-nim, please, I didn't mean to..." she stuttered, her cheeks flaming red with embarrassment.

"Don't fucking apologize," I snapped, the heat of the moment getting the better of me. "You've got the body of a fucking goddess, and you walk around flaunting it like it's nothing. Of course, I'm going to want to use it."

Her eyes searched mine, a mix of fear and something else I couldn't quite place. Then, she surprised me. "I-I understand," she murmured, her voice shaky. "I didn't mean to make you... feel that way."

Without waiting for her to protest, I grabbed her head and pushed my cock against her full lips. They parted slightly, and I took the opportunity to shove my length into her mouth. She gagged at first, her eyes watering, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she wrapped her lips around me and began to suck, tentatively at first, but growing in confidence with every stroke.

"That's right, Somi-ah," I murmured, watching the scene unfold as if in a dream. "Take it all in, you little whore. You suck so good." Her eyes widened with a mix of shock and arousal, and she took me deeper, her cheeks hollowing out as she applied more pressure. The salty taste of the ocean still lingered on her lips, mingling with the sweetness of her mouth, creating a heady cocktail of desire.

Her hands reached up to grip the base of my cock, her nails digging slightly into my skin as she tried to keep up with my increasing pace. She was a natural, her tongue swirling around my shaft and flicking over the sensitive tip with surprising skill. I couldn't believe she'd never done this before; it was as if she'd been born to pleasure me. "Keep going," I groaned, my hand tightening in her hair. "You're such a good little slut."

The tension was building inside me, and I knew I couldn't last much longer. I pulled away, her lips popping off with a wet smack. "On your hands and knees," I ordered, my voice firm. She obeyed without hesitation, the towel falling away to reveal her glistening skin. Her ass was perfect, round and firm, begging to be claimed. I stepped behind her and gave it a firm smack, watching as it jiggled with the impact. She whimpered but didn't protest.

My cock was aching, and I couldn't wait any longer. I grabbed the strings of her bikini bottoms and yanked them down, revealing her tight, pink pussy. It was clean-shaven and glistening with the ocean water, and I knew it was going to be tight around my cock. I took a moment to admire the view, her cheeks spread open and her pussy lips swollen with arousal. "Spread 'em," I said, my voice low and demanding. She did as she was told, and I took that as my cue.

With a firm grip on her hips, I aligned the tip of my cock with her wet entrance and pushed. She let out a muffled moan into the towel as I entered her, her tightness gripping me like a vice. The feeling was indescribable, a mix of pain and pleasure that sent shockwaves through my body. I slammed into her, my hips slapping against her ass with every thrust. She was so wet that she made a squelching sound with every push, and the sight of her taking me so willingly was almost too much to handle.

Her breasts swayed with the motion, the sunscreen creating a glossy sheen on her skin that made me want to bury my face in them. Instead, I grabbed her hips and pulled her back onto me, the sound of our bodies colliding echoing in the otherwise serene beach. The sand was cool and gritty under my knees, but all I could focus on was the heat coming from her. She was so responsive, her pussy contracting around me with every thrust. I could feel her getting closer, her breaths growing quicker and more erratic.

With a smirk, I reached around and smacked her ass again, the sound ringing out in the stillness. She gasped, and her body tightened around me. It was clear she was a fan of a little bit of pain with her pleasure, and I was more than happy to oblige. My hand found purchase in her hair, gripping tightly as I pulled her head back, exposing her neck to the cool evening air. The contrast between the softness of her hair and the firmness of her ass was intoxicating.

"Is this what you want, Somi-ah?" I whispered harshly in her ear. "To be used like the little slut you are?" Her only response was a whimper, and I took that as a yes. I began to spank her more vigorously, each smack echoing through the air. Her skin grew pinker with every hit, and the smell of her arousal grew stronger.

Her ass bounced with every impact, and the sight of my hand leaving a red handprint on her perfect skin was almost too much to handle. I pulled her hair harder, feeling her body tense and her pussy clench around my cock. Her moans grew louder, and I knew she was close to the edge. I leaned over her, my chest pressing against her back as I drove into her even deeper.

"Cum for me, Somi-ah," I growled, the words barely leaving my lips. "Cum on my cock like the good little slut you are."

Her pussy tightened around me, her moans growing more frantic as she neared climax. I could feel the pressure building in my balls, the need to release becoming unbearable. With one final, deep thrust, I erupted into her, filling her to the brim with my hot, thick cum. The sensation was like nothing I'd ever felt before, the tightness of her pussy clamping down on me as she screamed out her own release.

Somi's body went slack, and she collapsed onto the towel, her legs giving out beneath her. I watched as she lay there, panting and trembling, her eyes rolled back in her head. For a moment, I feared I'd gone too far, but then she took a deep, shuddering breath and her body went limp. The sight of her, sprawled out and completely spent, was more satisfying than any award or accolade I'd ever received.

I pulled out of her, my cock slick with a mix of our juices. With a sense of pride, I looked down at the puddle of cum that had leaked from her pussy, painting a white trail down her inner thigh. The power I had over her, the way she'd submitted to me, was an aphrodisiac unlike any other. I couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt, but the desire for more was too strong to resist.

Gently, I laid her on her back, her legs still splayed open in an inviting manner. Her eyes were glazed over, her mouth slightly open as she took in deep breaths. I leaned down and whispered in her ear, "You're mine now, Somi-ah. My personal little whore." Her only response was a soft moan, and I knew she was mine to do with as I pleased.

Quickly, I got dressed, tucking my still-hard cock into my pants. I couldn't resist giving her one last look before leaving her there on the beach. Her breasts, once the object of my every desire, were now a well-used plaything, smeared with sunscreen and cum.

[gord20]

Somi's bad behavior

Words: 5.8k

Tags : Big tits, teasing, Handjob, penetration, dirty talk, blackmail, humiliation

The bustle of the Prada event washed over me like a wave of luxurious scents and flashing lights. I weaved through the sea of designer clothes and high-profile faces, my camera at the ready, snapping shots that would later grace the pages of glossy magazines. Each click of the shutter was a silent promise to capture the essence of exclusivity and beauty that was the heart of the evening. As the hired photographer, I knew the value of these moments and the power they wielded in the world of fashion.

But the rhythm of the evening was shattered by the sound of raised voices echoing from the bathroom. I paused, the camera momentarily forgotten in my grip. It was SOMI, the famous K-Pop idol, dressed in a stunning striped top that hugged her curves and a matching skirt that left little to the imagination. Her fiery spirit was on full display as she lashed out at a trembling staff member. I could see the poor soul's cheeks redden as SOMI's words grew more vicious with every syllable. My instincts as a journalist kicked in, and I slipped my phone from my pocket, discretely hitting record.

SUMMARY^1: At the Prada event, the narrator navigates through the high-class attendees, capturing moments of glamour. Upon hearing SOMI, a renowned K-Pop star, yelling at a staff member in a revealing striped top and matching skirt, they discreetly record the scene with their phone.

Her tirade was a symphony of insults, each one more biting than the last. Her voice was like a whip cracking through the air, and I couldn't help but feel a twinge of pity for the target of her wrath. SOMI's perfection was a myth she maintained with an iron grip, and it seemed she would not tolerate anything less from those around her. I watched, unseen, as she gestured dramatically with her lime green handbag, the fringe fluttering with each angry swipe. The staff member's eyes were wide with fear, and I knew that this was a moment that could change the narrative of her pristine public image.

As she stormed out, leaving the cowering staff in her wake, I stepped into the bathroom, my heart racing. The urge to confront her was palpable, but I knew better. Instead, I waited until she was a safe distance away before approaching the trembling figure. The employee looked up at me, eyes brimming with unshed tears. "Are you okay?" I asked softly, extending a hand to help them up. They nodded, mumbling an incoherent reply, and I handed them my business card. "If you ever need anything," I whispered, "just call me." With that, I turned and left, the video safely stored in my pocket.

SUMMARY^1: Witnessing SOMI's tirade against a staff member, the narrator feels pity and records the incident with their phone. After she leaves, they check on the victim and offer help, leaving their business card.

Back in the frenetic pace of the event, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. The glamour of the evening had been marred by SOMI's outburst. Yet, I knew the show must go on. I returned to my task, capturing the smiles and air kisses of the attendees, all the while planning my next move. The power I held in my pocket was intoxicating and terrifying. A simple click could topple the empire she had so meticulously built.

I spotted her again, surrounded by a gaggle of adoring fans and media, her plastic smile never faltering. As the evening progressed, I waited for the perfect opportunity. The event was winding down, and the crowd grew thinner. That's when I saw her, the same staff member I had comforted earlier, slipping into a quiet corner, looking defeated. I approached her, my heart heavy with the burden of my decision. "Could I talk to you for a moment?"

Her eyes searched mine, looking for any hint of malice or betrayal. I held up my phone, the recorded video playing silently. "I have something you might want to see." Her gaze dropped to the screen, and she gasped as she recognized her own tormentor. "I'm not going to release it," I assured her, "but I need you to understand that I have it." She nodded, tears glistening in the corners of her eyes. "Why did she do that?" she murmured.

SUMMARY^1: The narrator continues working at the event, feeling conflicted about the recorded incident. They later find the staff member SOMI had yelled at and show her the video, promising not to release it but making her aware of its existence. The employee is visibly upset and questions why SOMI behaved so cruelly.

I didn't have an answer, but I knew I had leverage. "I want you to come with me," I said, taking her by the elbow and guiding her through the winding corridors of the venue. "Where are we going?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "Somewhere private," I replied, leading her to a service elevator. Once inside, I hit the button for the VIP lounge, and the doors glided shut.

The elevator ride was a tense silence, the only sound the faint whirring of the machinery and the distant clinking of champagne glasses. When we reached the top floor, I steered her into an empty room, the walls adorned with unused garment racks and forgotten props from past events. The stark contrast of the room's emptiness to the opulence of the main hall was stark.

With a shaky hand, she took the phone from me, watching the video with a mix of horror and disbelief. "Please," she pleaded, her voice cracking, "you can't let this get out. It'll ruin me." I studied her, noticing the tremor in her hand as she held the device. Her fear was genuine, but so was my desire to expose the dark underbelly of the industry.

"What if I could make it go away?" I offered, pausing the video. She looked up at me with hopeful eyes. "What do you want?" she whispered. I took a deep breath, the weight of my next words heavy in the air. "There's something I need from you," I began, "but I promise it's nothing that would harm you or anyone else." She nodded, willing to do almost anything to keep her job and dignity intact.

SUMMARY^1: The narrator brings the staff member to a private VIP lounge and shows her the video, offering to keep it a secret if she helps them in an unspecified way. Despite her fear, she agrees to assist.

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The room felt smaller as the tension grew, the air thick with anticipation. "I want to do a photoshoot," I told her, watching her carefully. "But it's not just any photoshoot." Her eyes widened, and she took a step back, clutching the phone tightly. "What do you mean?" she stuttered.

I explained my terms. I would keep the video hidden, and in return, she would agree to a private photoshoot with me. But it wasn't going to be a typical glammed-up affair with a glossy finish. No, this would be raw, intimate, and on my terms. "You'll wear what I tell you, pose how I direct, and do everything I say," I clarified, my voice firm but not unkind. "It's the only way to ensure this doesn't go public."

Her face flushed with anger, and she spat the word at me, "Pervert." But the fear in her eyes told me she knew she didn't have much of a choice. I held up a hand to calm her. "I'm not asking for anything you wouldn't agree to," I lied smoothly. "Just a chance to show the real SOMI."

Her eyes searched mine, looking for any hint of mercy, but all she found was a steely resolve. With a shaky breath, she nodded, the phone still clutched in her trembling hand. "Okay," she murmured, her voice barely a whisper. "I'll do it."

SUMMARY^1: The narrator proposes a deal to SOMI: in exchange for keeping the video private, she must participate in a private, intimate photoshoot under their direction, aiming to reveal her true self beyond the glamorous facade. Despite her initial anger, SOMI reluctantly agrees to the terms.

SUMMARY^2: The narrator, a photographer, records SOMI, a famous K-Pop idol, scolding a staff member at a Prada event. SOMI is dressed in a revealing striped top and skirt. After the incident, the narrator finds the employee, shows her the video, and offers to help by keeping it secret in exchange for assistance. Later, the narrator confronts SOMI with the video and proposes a private photoshoot deal to expose her authentic side. She begrudgingly agrees.

The anger in her eyes was like a storm brewing, ready to unleash at any moment. "But if you do anything to me," she warned, "I'll make sure everyone knows what you are." I nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. "I have no intention of hurting you," I assured her. "This is just business."

The makeshift studio was set up in a disused storage room, the harsh fluorescent lights casting long shadows across the floor. SOMI's outfit was perfect for the raw aesthetic I had in mind. The brown and beige stripes of her top contrasted sharply with the stark white walls, her cleavage a stark reminder of her desperation to maintain her image.

"Alright," I began, "let's start with something simple. Lean against that chair and arch your back, push your chest out." My voice was cold and professional, a stark contrast to the heated exchange in the bathroom. She complied, her eyes never leaving mine as she positioned herself. Her large breasts spilled out from the plunging neckline of her top, and I couldn't help but smirk.

As I started to take pictures, I made sure to let my vulgar thoughts slip through my lips. "Beautiful," I said, zooming in on her cleavage. "The way those stripes frame your... assets is truly inspiring." I heard her grit her teeth, but she remained still. "And those tits," I continued, "they're like two melons perfectly ripe for the plucking." Her cheeks flushed with anger, but she didn't protest.

SUMMARY^1: In a disused storage room, the narrator sets up a makeshift photoshoot with SOMI, who is dressed in her revealing striped top. Despite her anger and warnings, she follows the narrator's direction, arching her back and pushing her chest out for the camera. The narrator's professional demeanor contrasts with their vulgar comments, which only fuel her resentment.

The camera clicked away, each shot capturing the rage and humiliation in her eyes. "You know," I mused, "you're much prettier when you're not throwing tantrums." Her jaw tightened, but she remained silent. "Maybe if you weren't so busy being a bitch, you'd realize that." The insults rolled off my tongue like a well-rehearsed script, and she flinched with each one. Her eyes narrowed, and I knew she was contemplating her options, but the fear of her secret being revealed kept her in check.

Moving closer, I held out my hand as if to help her. "Let's get this over with," I said, gesturing to her top. She stepped back, wary of my sudden kindness. "I just want to fix your... attire for the next set of photos." Her eyes searched my face, looking for the catch. I feigned innocence. "Don't worry, it'll just be a quick adjustment."

With a huff, she stepped forward, allowing me to reach for the hem of her top. My fingers grazed her bare skin, and she flinched. I smirked, knowing she was uncomfortable. "Hold still," I murmured, pushing her breasts together and adjusting the fabric. Her chest heaved as I worked, the material stretching taut against her ample flesh. "Looks like someone forgot to wear a bra," I quipped, earning a snarl from her.

SUMMARY^1: The narrator continues to antagonize SOMI with insults during the photoshoot, claiming she looks better without her usual attitude. He then makes an "innocent" move to adjust her top, which results in a moment of unwanted intimacy and discomfort for her, as he touches her bare skin and comments on her lack of undergarments, further fueling her anger and vulnerability.

"You really do have the body of a whore," I said, my voice low and mocking. "It's no wonder you're so popular." She glared at me, but she didn't move, her body rigid with rage. I stepped back, admiring my handiwork. Her tits looked phenomenal, the fabric of her top clinging to them like a second skin. "Perfect," I said, the word dripping with sarcasm.

"Now, I want you to get down on your knees," I instructed, my voice like a whip cracking through the silence. Her eyes went wide, and she took a step back. "What? No, I'm not doing that!" she protested, her voice laced with disgust.

"Oh, come on," I said, my tone teasing and light, as if this was all just a game. "It's just a little pose for the camera." I waved my hand dismissively. "You're an idol, aren't you? You do much more degrading things on stage for the fans."

Her eyes flashed with anger, and she opened her mouth to protest again, but something in my gaze must have made her think twice. With a huff, she dropped to her knees, her skirt riding up slightly to expose her thighs. "There," she spat, glaring up at me.

"Now, stick your tongue out," I said, my voice as calm as if I were asking for a cup of coffee. She stared at me, unmoving. "I said stick your tongue out, SOMI." The use of her name was deliberate, a reminder of the power dynamic that had shifted so dramatically in my favor.

"I'm not a dog," she spat back, her pride not entirely crushed.

SUMMARY^1: The narrator escalates the humiliation by making SOMI pose in a degrading manner, emphasizing her lack of control in the situation. He comments on her appearance in a derogatory way, pushing her buttons and making her feel like an object. Despite her protests, she complies, highlighting the stark power imbalance and her fear of the video being made public.

SUMMARY^2: The narrator takes SOMI to a storage room for a private photoshoot, using the recorded video as leverage. SOMI is dressed in her striped top and skirt. During the session, the narrator makes inappropriate adjustments and comments, touching her bare skin and degrading her. Despite her anger, she follows his instructions to avoid the video's release.

"No, you're not," I agreed, "you're a whore with big tits who happens to know how to dance a little." The words hung in the air, a knife twisting in the wound of her ego. She visibly recoiled, and for a moment, I thought she might attack me. But she knew better than to risk it. Her career was balancing on a knife's edge, and all it would take was one misstep for it to come crashing down around her.

"Now, stick your tongue out," I repeated, my voice like velvet over gravel. "Let's show the world what you're really good for." Her eyes narrowed, and she slowly did as I asked, her tongue peeking out like a pink snake from her perfect lips. "That's it," I praised, the camera clicking away. "Now, play with your tits. Like you're teasing someone."

Her hands hesitated, but she complied, her fingers grazing over her nipples. The fabric of her top was stretched tight, her breasts bouncing slightly with each movement. "More," I urged, my voice a purr. "Like you're begging for it." She began to massage herself more vigorously, her face a mask of anger and disgust. But beneath that, I could see the flicker of something else - a hint of arousal that she couldn't completely suppress.

As she played with herself, I stepped closer, my finger poised in front of her mouth. "Open," I demanded, and she did, her teeth gritted. I slid my finger in, feeling the warmth and wetness of her mouth. She began to suck, and I couldn't help but smirk at the sight of her. A goddess of the entertainment world, brought to her knees for a man she despised, doing exactly as she was told.

"Just like that," I murmured, watching the way her cheeks hollowed with each suck. "You're a natural." The camera in my other hand captured every moment, the flash illuminating the room in a staccato rhythm that matched the beat of my heart. The power was intoxicating, and I knew I had her exactly where I wanted her.

"You know, SOMI," I began, my voice a low purr, "you suck so well, you must have had a lot of practice. Perhaps on more than just fingers." Her eyes narrowed, the insult cutting through the haze of her anger. I leaned in closer, my breath hot on her ear. "Do you know how to suck cock like that?"

The room grew still, the only sound the steady click of the camera. She pulled away, her cheeks flushing a deep red. "How dare you," she spat, her eyes blazing with fury. "You're disgusting." But the way her voice trembled told me she was rattled.

SUMMARY^1: The narrator escalates the situation by making SOMI perform more intimate acts. He inserts his finger into her mouth, which she sucks on, and then insults her by implying she has oral sex experience. The power dynamics continue to shift in his favor, as she becomes more emotionally distressed and reactive to his provocations, revealing her vulnerability. The tension builds as he questions her sexual history, pushing the boundaries of the photoshoot.

"Am I?" I asked, stepping closer. "Or are you just realizing that you're not as in control as you thought?" She glared up at me, her hands still cupping her breasts. "I've seen the way men look at you, the way they fantasize about what you can do with those lips."

"Fuck you," she snarled, her voice low and vicious. But the insult didn't bother me. It was the challenge in her eyes that made my blood race. "Is that what you want?" I whispered, "For me to fuck you?"

I stepped closer, watching her closely for any sign of protest. Her chest heaved with each breath, and I could see the rapid beat of her pulse in her throat. "It would be faster than this tedious photoshoot, wouldn't it?" I suggested, my voice dropping to a murmur. "And think of it as a way to pay your debt. A little taste of the dirt you're so desperate to keep hidden."

Her eyes narrowed, and she spat the words at me, "You think you can buy me with your pathetic threats?" But the tremble in her voice betrayed her bravado. I knew she was considering it, the thought of the scandal against the humiliation of giving in. "Think of it as a performance," I urged, my hand moving to rest lightly on her shoulder. "A very... private performance."

"Get it over with," she ground out, her voice thick with loathing. "But you don't get to touch me." I stepped back, feigning a look of disappointment. "As you wish," I murmured, the camera still capturing every moment. "But remember, this is all for your own good."

Her eyes searched the room, desperate for an escape that didn't exist. She knew she was trapped, and the only way out was through me. With a huff, she leaned back on her heels, her skirt riding up even further. "Fine," she snarled, "but make it quick."

I smirked, the power of the situation swelling in my chest. "As you wish," I said, dropping to my knees in front of her. She tasted like mint and desperation as I kissed her, my hands moving to unbutton her top. The fabric parted like the sea, revealing the creamy expanse of her chest.

Her breasts were even more stunning up close, the pink of her nipples stark against her skin. "Look how pretty you are," I murmured, my voice thick with desire. "All this beauty, just for me." Her eyes never left mine as I took a nipple into my mouth, teasing it with my teeth and tongue. She bit her bottom lip, her hands balling into fists at her sides.

The disgust on her face was like a drug to me, fueling the fire in my loins. Her body was responding despite her hatred, her breath coming in ragged gasps as I switched to the other nipple. The sound of the camera was the only thing that broke the silence, a constant reminder of the power I held over her.

"Now, let's see if those tits can bounce for me," I said, my voice filled with dark amusement. I took a step back, and she remained kneeling, her chest heaving with indignation. "What? You don't know how to perform?"

Her eyes narrowed, and she took a deep breath, pushing herself up with a surprising amount of grace given her position. "You want a show?" she hissed, standing up. "Fine, I'll give you a show."

With a dramatic flourish, she began to sway her hips, the stripes of her top playing a mesmerizing dance across her body. Her breasts bounced with each step, the fabric clinging to her like a second skin. She walked towards me, her eyes never leaving mine, the anger in them like a live wire.

"Is this what you want?" she asked, her voice a seductive purr that didn't quite hide the bitterness beneath. "To see me humiliated?" I said nothing, just held up the camera, the red record button like a third eye, hungrily devouring every moment. She stopped in front of me, her chest heaving with each breath.

Her hands moved to her skirt, and she began to inch it up. The fabric whispered against her skin, revealing the tops of her thighs. I could see the goosebumps rising, whether from anger or something else, I wasn't sure. "Keep going," I encouraged, the camera poised and ready.

With a dramatic gesture, she pulled the skirt up to her waist, revealing her lacy panties. They were a stark contrast to the innocent image she usually portrayed, and I felt a thrill of excitement. Her eyes never left mine as she began to sway her hips, the fabric of her underwear brushing against her bare skin with every movement.

The anger in her eyes grew with every step she took towards me, but I could see the war within her. She knew she had no choice but to play along if she wanted to keep her secret. "Good," I said, my voice thick with desire. "Now, take them off."

Her hands trembled as she reached for the waistband of her panties, her eyes never leaving mine. She slid them down, revealing her bare sex. I could see the glisten of arousal, and the realization sent a thrill through me. Despite herself, she was turned on by the power play. "Perfect," I murmured, taking a step closer. "Now, touch yourself for me."

Her cheeks burned with humiliation, but she complied, her fingers sliding between her legs. She began to rub herself, the sound of her wetness filling the room. The camera captured it all, her eyes glazed with a mix of anger and desire. "Faster," I demanded, my voice low and urgent. She obeyed, her breaths growing shallower.

The sight of her on her knees, touching herself for me, was almost too much to handle. I could feel my cock straining against my pants, begging for release. "You're doing so well," I murmured, the words sticking in my throat as I watched her. "Now, lean back against that chair and spread your legs."

Her eyes narrowed, but she did as I asked, the chair groaning slightly under her weight. Her pussy was a perfect picture of anger and need, the pink flesh swollen and glistening. "Keep going," I urged, my voice tight with lust. "Show me how much you want to keep that video hidden."

Her hand moved faster, and she began to moan, the sound music to my ears. I stepped closer, the camera capturing the moment in high definition. "Look at you," I murmured, my voice like a caress. "So desperate to protect your image." I reached out and touched her, my finger sliding through her slickness. She gasped, her eyes snapping to mine, a mix of anger and arousal.

"Tell me," I said, my voice a whisper, "tell me you want me to fuck you." Her eyes searched mine, looking for an escape, but finding only desire and determination. She bit her bottom lip, and I knew she was close to breaking. "Say it," I urged, my finger teasing her clit.

For a moment, she remained silent, her chest heaving with the effort of resisting. Then, with a snarl of anger and defeat, she whispered the words, "Fuck me." The air in the room crackled with tension as she spat out the words, her voice a mix of anger and arousal. I couldn't help but smirk at her desperation.

"Say it like you mean it," I prodded, my finger still toying with her sensitive nub. Her eyes narrowed, and she repeated herself, her voice stronger this time, "Fuck me." The command in her voice was undeniable, and I knew she was fighting the urge to scream it out.

Leaning in, I whispered, "I want to hear you beg." Her cheeks flushed, and she bit her lip, her eyes never leaving mine as she moaned, "Please, fuck me." The words were like a sweet symphony to my ears, and I felt my cock throb in response. "Good girl," I praised, my voice low and gruff. "You know you want it."

Without wasting another moment, I stepped out of my own pants, my erection springing free. Her eyes widened at the sight of me, but she didn't protest as I positioned myself between her legs. "You're going to be my little whore now," I murmured, watching as she spread her legs wider, her body betraying her with its eagerness. "And you're going to love every second of it."

With one swift motion, I slammed into her, the sound of our bodies colliding echoing through the empty room. She gasped, her nails digging into the fabric of the chair as I began to thrust. Each stroke was punctuated with an insult, her name rolling off my tongue like a curse. "Look at you, SOMI," I groaned, "spread open for me like the whore you are."

Her eyes glazed over with a mix of anger and pleasure, but she never broke eye contact. "You love it, don't you?" I taunted, my hips pumping faster. "This is what you're really meant for." Her breathing grew ragged as I reached down to pinch her clit, her body arching into the touch. "Admit it," I demanded, my voice strained with the effort of holding back. "You're nothing but a slut who's good for one thing."

Her walls tightened around me, and I knew she was close. "You're going to cum for me," I growled, increasing my pace. "Cum like the whore you are." The words were like a trigger, and she bucked against me, her body shuddering with the force of her orgasm. Her moan was a mix of pleasure and fury, her eyes never leaving mine as she fell apart.

But the moment her climax subsided, I didn't give her a chance to catch her breath. I pulled out, her juices glistening on my cock. She panted, her chest heaving with the effort of maintaining her dignity. But she knew it was a lost cause. "It's not over," I said, a wicked smile playing on my lips. "Not until I say it is."

With a swift movement, I lifted her by the waist, her legs wrapping around my body instinctively. The camera was still rolling, capturing the sheer power dynamics in stark clarity. I brought her closer, the head of my cock nestling between her ample breasts. Her eyes went wide, but she didn't protest as I began to move, my shaft sliding through the valley of her cleavage.

"Is this what you want?" I whispered, the camera still trained on her flushed face. "To be used like a cheap toy?" She gritted her teeth, anger flashing in her eyes, but she said nothing, her body still humming with the aftershocks of pleasure. The friction was exquisite, her skin soft and warm against my cock, and I knew I was close.

Without warning, I pulled back and spat on her, the glob of saliva landing on her cheek, the insult as clear as the hatred in her gaze. "You're nothing but a worthless whore," I sneered, watching the disgust and humiliation play across her features. But instead of breaking, she leaned into it, her eyes burning with a newfound fire.

Her hands found my cock, her grip firm and surprisingly skilled. She began to jerk me off with a fervor that was both thrilling and slightly alarming. "Is that what you want?" she hissed, her voice dripping with scorn. "To be used by the likes of me?" Her breasts bounced with the force of her movements, her eyes never leaving mine, challenging me to look away.

I couldn't resist the sight of her, the powerful idol brought down to this level of depravity. Her tits were like a pair of velvet fists, squeezing and releasing in a rhythm that matched the pounding of my heart. "Faster," I growled, my voice betraying the pleasure she was giving me. Her movements grew more erratic, her body trembling with the effort of her performance.

The sound of her palms slapping against my cock filled the room, the sight of her breasts bouncing with each stroke driving me wild. Her eyes were locked on mine, a silent challenge that only fueled my desire. "You like that, don't you?" she spat, her voice filled with venom. "You like watching me degrade myself for you."

Her hands moved faster, the friction from her tits increasing, and I could feel myself nearing the edge. The camera was still rolling, capturing every moment of our twisted dance of power and pleasure. "Come for me," she whispered, her breath hot against my skin.

"You're going to cum on my tits," she said, her voice low and seductive, a stark contrast to the anger that still simmered in her eyes. "You're going to cover me in your disgusting seed, and I'll wear it like a fucking trophy." Her words were a siren's song, pushing me closer and closer to the brink.

"You like that, don't you?" she continued, her grip tightening, her strokes becoming more deliberate. "You like watching me, don't you? The great SOMI, on her knees, begging for it." Her tongue darted out, licking her lips in a way that was both taunting and hungry.

The sensation was unbearable, the pressure building in me like a storm. With a roar, I came, my hot cum spurting all over her face and tits. Her eyes widened in shock, and she flinched, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she stared up at me, a look of triumph mixed with revulsion.

Her tits were a mess of white streaks and glistening droplets, a stark contrast to her flushed skin. Her face was a canvas of my desire, my cum painting a picture of her degradation. She didn't bother to wipe it away, letting it dribble down her chin, the sticky trails a testament to her humiliation.

"You're even prettier like this," I said, my voice filled with a dark satisfaction. She looked up at me, her eyes burning with a mix of anger and embarrassment. But she didn't argue, she knew better. "Keep going," I instructed, my voice like a whip crack. She complied, her hand moving slower now, the anger in her eyes replaced with a cold, hard determination.

The sight of her, covered in my cum, was almost too much to handle. I took the camera and angled it closer, capturing the way her tits shone with the sticky mess. "Look at yourself," I murmured, the words a slap to her pride. "So beautiful, SOMI." She flinched at the sound of her name, her grip tightening on my cock.

Her eyes searched mine, looking for any hint of regret or pity, but she found none. Only the cold, hard gleam of satisfaction. "You like this, don't you?" I taunted, watching as she swallowed hard. "Being treated like the whore you are." Her jaw clenched, but she didn't refute me. Instead, she leaned in, her tongue darting out to taste the remnants of my orgasm.

The room was thick with the scent of sex and anger, the camera capturing every moment of our twisted dance. "Keep going," I murmured, my voice a seductive command. She complied, her tongue sliding over her tits, licking up the trails of cum like a kitten with cream. It was a sight to behold, the proud and untouchable SOMI reduced to this.

"Look at you," I said, admiration lacing my voice, "you're even more stunning like this." Her eyes met mine, a silent plea for it to be over, but the fire in her gaze had been replaced with resignation. She knew she had lost this round, and the knowledge was a balm to my ego. "You know what they say," I mused, watching her with a smirk, "the messier the better."

With one last, lingering shot of her cum-covered chest, I lowered the camera. "It's a wrap, SOMI," I announced, the words feeling like a victory. "The deal is done." Her hand stilled on my softening cock, and she took a shaky breath. "What video?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"The one of you treating that poor staff member like trash," I reminded her, a smug smile playing on my lips. "You've paid your debt. Now, go clean up before you go back to playing the innocent angel." Her eyes searched mine, looking for any hint of a bluff, but she knew I was serious.

With a huff, she pushed me away and stumbled to her feet, her legs wobbly from the intensity of her orgasm. She grabbed the hem of her skirt and yanked it down, the fabric sticking to her wet pussy for a moment before falling into place. I couldn't help but laugh at the sight, the sound bouncing off the cold, concrete walls of the storage room.

"You think this is funny?" she spat, her eyes flashing with anger as she wiped the remnants of my cum from her face with the back of her hand. I shrugged, unable to keep the smirk from my lips as I put the camera away. "To me, it's just a job well done."