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neoculturetravesty · 4 years ago

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no five-ways, honey

Pairing: 95 liners (Johnny, Taeyong, Yuta) and Jaehyun x Reader Genre: smut, pwp Warnings: 18+, unprotected sex, spanking, oral (male and female receiving), Daddy kink, foot fetish, fingering, some BDSM, use of cuffs and restrains, collar, ring gag, and of course, sex with four men. Word Count: 6.5k

Summary: Four different men with four different tastes, all in one night. You want a good time and they want a good time. What could possibly go wrong?

A/N: It’s been a while! I am so touched so see that my stories are still being read 💛. It is my birthday week, so thought to post something. Hope everyone’s well!

You were just here for a good time. You had made that pretty clear when you flirted with all four of those boys at the same time at the club. You just wanted to party and you’re pretty sure they did too, because an hour later, they had booked a pretty expensive hotel suite, where you now laid, splayed out over the bed, waiting.

From what you had gathered, these boys were famous, yet deprived. You didn’t care who they were. They were rich enough that they had brought you here, and though you didn’t even like champagne all that much, you ordered the most expensive one on the list just so you could lay back on the king sized bed and bask in the luxury. You were promised a good time, and you were going to make sure you get one. You wanted to drink and fuck the night away.

You were only halfway through your glass when you heard the first boy come in.

“Hey, handsome. Did you get the first pick?” you smirked at him.

“I did,” he smiled a smug, dimpled smile and closed the door behind him.

You set the champagne glass on the nightstand and sat at the edge of the bed, spreading your legs and holding out an arm to invite him in.

“What’s your name?”

“Jaehyun.”

“Well, Jaehyun, how do you want me?”

“Just like this…” he whispered and pressed his lips to yours, but pulled back suddenly. “I can kiss you, right?”

“Of course you can. I’m not a whore. Not in that sense of the word, anyway,” you winked and pulled him in by the collar so you could give him a proper tongue kiss and get this party started. It was enough to get his engine running because in the next moment, he grabbed the back of your head and made you sink to your knees. You grinned and began to unbuckle him.

“So how did you guys decide who goes first?” you asked out of curiosity.

“Rock, paper, scissors,” he smirked.

“You lucky bastard,” you quipped and took him in your mouth. He held onto the hair at the back of your head and smiled down at you with the arrogance of a hung fuckboy. You loved those types. They always fucked without inhibition, like it was their birthright to fuck, and you could tell he was going to be no different with how he had started to buck his hips into your open mouth. You reached behind and grabbed his ass to bring him closer and to invite him to move as fast as he wanted. You could take it. He took the hint and started fucking into your throat till the sounds became sloppier. Then he pulled out sharply and you let go with a gurgled grunt and grinned up at him, wiping your chin with the back of your hand.

“Come up here,” he demanded and pulled you up and turned you over, smacking your ass rudely. He pushed a hand to your back to make you bend over the edge of the bed and rubbed his tip along your slit. “You want my cock, slut?”

“Mmm, I do. I want your big cock in my pussy,” you looked over your shoulder and twerked your ass for him, his engorged tip rubbing along with your movement.

He grabbed the flesh at your hips by the fistful and pushed up inside of you with a long grunt. Then he began to fuck you, just like that, making you moan out. You arched your back, simply to take it all and smiled as you moaned. God, it felt so nice to be fucked by a perfect stranger with a huge fucking cock on a huge fucking bed in a fancy fucking hotel suite. This was promising to be the most fun night you’d had in a while, and it had only just begun.

You could tell Jaehyun was an ass man by how much he kept smacking yours as he fucked. Digging his fingertips into the flesh and smacking it over and over till you reached behind and grabbed his wrist because fuck, now he was making it sting.

“Leave some for your friends, handsome,” you gasped.

“Slut,” he mumbled.

But confident as he was, you could tell he was the kind to nut quickly. These types of boys talked the talk but couldn’t walk the walk. Sure enough, he grabbed you around the waist and fucked too hard and too fast till he was grunting and coming inside you. He held you back against him and pushed up as far as he could reach and wiggled inside you to finish before pulling out and smacking your ass hard to finish the job. You panted as you sat back and rubbed his leaking cum up and down your slit.

“Whose turn is it next?” you grinned at him as he brought his cock to your mouth for a clean up. You took it eagerly and licked and sucked him clean.

“You’ll find out soon enough,” the arrogant boy replied. Oh, he was rude. He was an asshole through and through, but man did he fuck well. If only his stamina had been as strong as his arrogance. Oh, well. You had three more boys in line, so it didn’t matter.

The rude boy pushed you away and zipped himself up. You called after him,

“What, we don’t even get to cuddle?” you mocked, and all you got in return was his stupid smirk as he left.

You stretched across the huge bed and smiled happily, satisfied and needing more at the same time.

“Hey there,” you heard a voice say and you sat up to see a tall glass of water standing in front of you. Oh, you could drink him all up.

“Hey yourself. What’s your name?” you sat up in the bed, leaning up on your elbows. He laughed in a charming voice.

“Does it really matter?” he grabbed at your ankles and pulled you towards him, making you fall back against the sheets. He hovered over you. He was taller and stronger than the first boy.

“Well, I’ll want to know what name I’ll be screaming out when you pound me,” you pushed your hands under his shirt and were all too pleased to find well-defined abs. He took that as a sign to take his shirt off all the way.

“You could call me ‘Daddy,’” he suggested and you almost scoffed. Oh. He was going to be one of those. These kinds of boys were always easy to please. You might have to talk dirty a bit, but you wouldn’t need to put in much effort to be creative. These kinds of boys were mostly predictable.

“Well, then fuck me, Daddy,” you rubbed your hands all over his chest, feeling him up.

“Ask me nicely, baby girl,” he rubbed his thumbs across your nipples and squeezed your tits.

You smiled as sweet as you could, “Please fuck me, Daddy,” you wrapped your legs across his waist to lock him in and watched as he reached under to unzip.

You moaned out for him needily, knowing it would drive him crazy. He pushed his cock inside of you and gripped your arms and held them over your head, falling on top of you and kissing you. You were a little annoyed that he didn’t let you have a good look at his cock before he began to fuck you. Maybe later, you’d ask to suck him so you could get an eyeful. Men very seldom refused a suck.

“What a needy girl,” he complimented as he moved inside you rhythmically. The first boy had wanted to fuck to get off as fast as he could. But this man seemed to have a system. You laid back as he pinned you and you smiled in contentment. He was making your pussy feel good. He must have had a lot of practice.

“Oh, Daddy you’re really good,” you appreciated as you moaned in earnest now. He was rolling his hips so expertly that it was making your head fuzzy with every stroke. He had to be a sex guru of some sort, or he had at least spend a lot of time asking women what they liked. He wasn’t as hung as the first guy, but your pussy was snug around him, and it was in the way he was using his gift that mattered.

“Yeah? Tell Daddy how much you like his cock,” he gasped.

Your voice was getting thicker with how much pleasure was coursing through your body. “Mmm I love Daddy’s cock so much. I love how it is filling me up!” you moaned. Your pussy had been wet enough from the first fuck and load. But it was getting sloppier the longer this man took you.

He circled his arms under your back and picked you up so you were sitting upright on his cock. “Come up here, baby girl. I want you to feel me deeper,” he said, laying one of his big hands on your lower abdomen, one to the small of your back and gently pressing.

“Oh, Daddy, that’s…” you grabbed at his wrist as you felt the pressure tighten in your belly from what he was doing.

“It’s to help you come, baby,” he spoke in your ear and you shriveled from how much pleasure he was giving you, falling off balance a little.

“Hold my neck, sweet thing,” he made you loop your arms around his neck to hold on, while he continued pressing your belly and back, slowly rolling his cock up into you.

“Oh, Daddy, fuck,” you moaned out suddenly, because the pressure he created was sharp, yet exquisite, and it was much different to anything you’ve felt before. This boy was determined to get you off, and it didn’t take long because the first boy had taken you there halfway, anyway. “Daddy, I’m gonna come…”

“Go on, baby girl. Come for Daddy,” he said in a voice that would’ve wet your panties if you were wearing them. So you wet his cock instead and came on it whilst almost hanging off his neck. You shuddered and came to a slow and he let you be only for a moment before swung his long legs off the bed and hugged you to himself so he could fuck up inside of you as fast as he liked. He had gotten you off, and now he was taking his turn.

You mewled on top of him uncontrollably as he pounded you good. Damn, he was a gifted man. You should definitely get his number before he leaves because you wouldn’t mind being fucked like this again. As far as his Daddy kink went, it wasn’t so bad. You could just say a few dirty things he wanted to hear. It wasn’t that bad an exchange for how he was fucking you.

He pushed you on your back again and fucked you missionary and you felt his perfect chest press into yours. You didn’t realize how long he’d been going till you heard an annoyed rap at the door.

You laughed. “Your friends are getting impatient, Daddy.”

“Not my problem,” he smiled and continued, and you knew he was going to take his time. He had a system, after all. “Be a good girl and come for me again.”

“I’m gonna need some help, Daddy,” you gasped out. How demanding was he? He put a hand between your bodies and thumbed your clit.

“Why have you gone so quiet, baby? Moan for me like you were moaning before so they know I fucked your pussy the best,” his teeth grazed the delicate skin of your throat. You propped up a bit, just to bring your focus to the pleasure in your clit, then threw your head back to put on a show for the other boys who were probably listening in.

“Ohhhh, Daddy!” you got as loud as you could dare. “Oh fuck, Daddy your cock is so big!”

“There we go, baby. Now, come for me,” he groaned and you let out a long, fake moan and lied,

“I’m coming, Daddy!” because it was much too soon, but perhaps this man wanted to uphold a reputation with his friends and he had done well enough that you granted him that.

“Fuck, baby…” he growled and pulled out and stroked himself till he nutted all over your belly and tits. You were right. He was smaller than the first boy but maybe girthier, but damn if looks aren't deceiving. He did with it what many big dicks can't do.

“Oh, what a pretty girl,” he appreciated as he dirtied you. You splayed your fingers all over his chest as you laid; you were pretty obsessed with it, you realized. So you groped it for as long as you had him before the next boy would come in. He kissed your lips and your cheek and got up to get dressed.

“Want some help with the clean up?” he pointed to his cum on your body.

“Yes, please,” you replied, because why not. You could feel him up some more while he cleaned you. That’s what you did while he swept some tissues on you to wipe up the sticky mess.

“Any chance I could have your number? I promise I’ll send you lots of topless selfies,” you took your chances.

“Only if you want to,” he pecked your lips one final time then said, “Give me your phone.”

You grinned wide as he put in his number. You couldn’t wait to fuck him again, maybe next time without his friends.

“Have a good night, pretty girl,” he gave you one final kiss then went out the door. You grabbed the rest of your champagne and chugged it down in one go. That man had made you so fucking thirsty. You could call it a day at this point and it would’ve been a night well spent. But you still had two boys waiting to fuck you.

It took a little while before the next boy appeared. You were already halfway done with your next glass when he finally stepped in.

“Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes,” you commented. He was easily the most handsome of the lot, but that much you had seen even when you had flirted with them back at the club.

He giggled shyly in return, “Thank you… you’re very… you’re very beautiful yourself.”

“What was your name again, handsome?” you beckoned him closer.

“Taeyong,” he replied and sat next to you in almost too respectful a manner.

“Are you having a nice time, Taeyong?” you asked and began to lightly massage his shoulders to put him at ease. He seemed way too nervous and you could tell he didn’t really do these sorts of things. Maybe this was even his first rodeo.

“I am… are you? Are you doing okay?” He put a hand to the back of your head and gently stroked your hair. You smiled. Oh, he was sweet. This was one the sweet kind.

“I’m having a lovely time,” you rubbed his shoulders. “Now, how do you want me, Taeyong?”

The boy looked away for a moment then took his bedroom slippers off. He scooted up in the bed, sitting up against the headboard and held his arms open. “Come here.”

Oh, what a sweet boy. You smiled genuinely and crawled towards him, nestling your head over his chest and putting an arm around his side.

“Let’s just kiss for a while,” he whispered. His voice was so soft and calming. He tipped your head up with a delicate, long finger under your chin and kissed you slow. It was warm and thorough, nothing rushed, nothing too intense. It felt nice and relaxing. You held his sharp jaw in your hand and kissed him back. Even his jawline was gorgeous.

“Don’t you want me to suck you?” you asked as you broke the kiss.

“I just want you to relax. You must be so tired…” he rolled over you and kissed you sweetly, rubbing his hand on the curve of your neck in a tender way. You held his other hand and felt his long fingers. He had nice hands and his touch was so light. This boy didn’t belong in this party. Maybe his friends dragged him along and convinced him to do this. This boy would be better off being someone’s kind and devoted partner.

He started kissing down your throat and between your tits and along your belly. He placed lots of kisses over your mound, then settled between your legs till he was kissing your pussy in the same soft, tender manner he kissed your mouth. You knotted your fingers in his hair and ruffled it some.

“Give me your hand,” you demanded and he obliged, holding out his hand to you while he now kissed your clit. His fingers were so pretty. Maybe if he were the kinky type, you’d have him shove them down your throat. But he was being the gentle kind, and you supposed it could be a welcomed break. The first two had fucked you good and you didn’t know what the boy after him was going to be like. So you didn’t do anything too extreme with his hand. You just suckled on his fingers while he lapped his tongue over your clit.

“Does this feel good?” he asked, looking up at you with expectant, doe eyes.

“It feels amazing. You’re doing such a good job, baby,” you gave him the words of encouragement you’re sure he needed. And he began to push his tongue inside of your slit, probably tasting his friends as well as he licked you all up. But your pussy was too sensitive for that right now.

“Hold up for a minute there, handsome,” you exhaled out as you put a hand to your core, pressing and massaging, “I’ll be ready for you in a moment.”

“Take your time,” he nodded, sitting up so you could see him. You liked looking at his face. He was easily one of the most handsome men you’d ever seen, though he had such an innocent, boyish charm about him. He smiled at you and pressed some kisses to the inside of your knee. He kissed along the calf, lifting your leg up by the ankle. Then he pressed a kiss to the sole of your foot. He held the curve of his nose to it. And he inhaled.

Of course. Even the sweetest of boys harbored secret fetishes. You let him have this one. You knew it really got him going because he put one hand to the inside of his thigh to grab at his cock through his pants while his lips gently swept along the base of your toes.

“Let me help you there,” you sat up a bit and unbuckled him. His cock was pretty like the rest of him. You hummed in delight and started to stroke him while he now pressed kisses to the pads of your toes. As far as rough nights go, this round wasn’t so bad. You could handle stroking a cock and getting your feet kissed.

You hadn’t done much, but the boy was already in heaven. His eyes were closed as he hungrily grabbed onto the other foot and sucked on a toe, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. He seemed like a nice boy, and just for that, you gave him a two handed stroke and it was just as well because it pulled a gasp and a moan out of him.

“Fuck… can I… may I come on your feet… if it’s alright with you?” he asked politely even as he gasped in your grip.

“Of course you can, handsome,” you stroked his head.

“Thank you…” he whispered in return. He sat back on his heels and you rested your feet on his thighs as he began to stroke himself till he was emptying himself on you just as he desired. Had you been a whore like the first boy had suggested, this would’ve been your easiest earn.

The boy sat for a moment to get his breath back then leaned over to give you a kiss.

“Thank you,” he said again and you grabbed the back of his head to kiss him properly with tongue. What a mannerful man. “You have beautiful feet,” he complimented as he got off the bed. He was well-mannered but weird, but handsome men are seldom all the way regular in the head.

“Did you enjoy them?” you grinned instead.

“Mmm, I did. I’m sorry about this. Let me clean it up…” he said, grabbing tissues from the nightside like the second man had done and wiped the cum from your feet. You had a feeling he got a kick out of even this part. He leaned in to kiss you once again. “I had a great time. You’re really beautiful.”

“You’re the most handsome of all your friends,” you offered him something to make his day. He grinned shyly and waved goodbye and went out the door.

You held your arms over your head and rested for a bit. The cute boy had given you a well-deserved break after the Daddy-kink man had made you come and now you felt like you could go for another round. There was only one boy left, after all. Why this group didn’t pick up more girls for this party, you had no idea. Maybe they couldn’t find more girls? Or maybe they just wanted to see what it would be like being tunnel buddies? Who knew? You had flirted with them all at the same time, and you had told them you could fuck all of them in the same night. Maybe they just took their chance?

This wasn’t even the oddest night you’d ever had. As far as weird fantasies go, these boys were pretty tame. A pump and dumper, a man with a Daddy kink, and a boy with a foot fetish. This wasn’t even your roughest night. You’d done this plenty of times with plenty of different outcomes. You suppose this was your drug; it gave you an odd sort of kick experiencing life in this way, and there was nothing you weren’t willing to try at least once. You’d been with stranger men with stranger desires. Tonight was easy.

The final man walked in with what looked like a briefcase, and you realized you’d spoken much too soon.

“What’s all this, then?” you sat up, wondering if it were indeed what you thought it was.

“You said you’d do anything, right?” he lifted an eyebrow, his dark hair falling well below his eyes. He seemed different to all the boys before. You sighed. These were the kind of freaks that were the most unpredictable. The first three had been so easy to read from the get go. You couldn’t get a scan on this one if you tried.

“Anything within reason, baby boy,” you replied, a little apprehensive. You’d felt pretty in control in the rounds prior--you couldn’t say the same about this one.

He set the briefcase down on the bed and smiled. And if you weren’t so cautiously intrigued, you would’ve noticed that the man had a pretty beautiful smile. But your gaze had dropped to the contents of the briefcase as he laid it open. Of course. At least one of out the four men would need BDSM paraphernalia to nut.

“I’m not gonna hurt you,” he said in a lovely speaking voice.

“That’s reassuring,” you remarked, still unsure.

“I just wanna fuck you while you’re tied up...” he looked you in the eye, as if the two of you were just talking about what to have for lunch.

“That’s fine,” you nodded. That you enjoyed.

“And restrained...” he added.

“Okay.”

“And gagged…”

“Anything else?”

He looked up as if in thought. “No, that’s about it,” he told you once he was sure that was it. He was probably into the aesthetics of BDSM just as much as he was into ties and restraints. The good part about being restrained was the lack of effort you’d be expected to make. Oh, you liked all of these boys so far. They were doing all the work and you were getting all the pleasure.

“Let’s get started,” you pouted and held out your wrists for him, as if offering them to be tied up. He laughed out loud and held your wrists and set them back down.

“I wanna gag you first. I think women look so beautiful when they’re drooling,” he said gently and grabbed what you were sure was something like a ring gag. The ring part of it seemed to be made of rubber and was shaped like lips. You supposed it would be more comfortable than the metal kinds. The straps were black leather. For a moment, you wondered how many girls he may have gagged with it.

“May I?” he stepped forward, holding the gag out like a necklace in front of you.

“Be my guest,” you nodded. He carefully swept your hair back then with great care inserted the mouth piece behind your lips and over your teeth. His brows furrowed as he found the spot where the gag sat most well before he moved a finger around the ridges to make sure the fake lips sat nicely over your real ones. Then he looped the straps around your head and fastened it in place. It did seem like that romantic moment where a man puts on a necklace on a woman, except this was much more perverse and his brows were much too furrowed in concentration. When the gag was nice and fastened, he moved your hair around to make it look as pleasing to him as possible. At least you got this right about him. He was definitely into the aesthetics of kinky sex.

“You look gorgeous. You wear it so well,” he stepped back to take a look and you leaned back on your palms to give him a proper display.

“Time for cuffs,” he said, a bit with excitement. He took out thick leather cuffs with metal rings at the end. “Hands behind your back, sweetie,” he requested and stopped when he looked at your face. “Beautiful. You’re drooling already. Try not to swallow and let it flow,” he stroked your chin appreciatively then began to fasten the cuffs around your wrists before binding them together behind your back.

“Comfortable?” he asked and you nodded. He worked on you like an artist working on a painting. It was interesting to watch. And who were you kidding? Moments like these were exactly the reason why you put yourself in such situations in the first place. You learnt something new and got to see human nature up close like no one else could.

He picked up similar cuffs and brought them to you. “Ankles together, please,” and you obliged. At the same moment, a dark thought occurred to you. You didn’t know this man, neither did you have a read on him, and you were letting him restrain you. You knew that your reckless sexcapades would someday get you in deep shit. But right now, it was only making your pussy drip. You could care about your safety and your risky decisions later. You’d even given one of them your number, you stupid. If anything, this thought should’ve occurred to you then. Or when you were checking into a hotel suite with four strange men.

Whilst you were lost in this internal battle of wanting to be a free bird and a cautious woman, this man had bound your ankles together. And you realized you hadn’t even asked this one’s name.

“I didn’t even introduce myself. How rude of me. My name is Yuta, and your name is?” he asked and felt chills run down your spine. Was this man some sort of a mind reader? In reality though, he had probably asked this on purpose just to watch you babble and struggle against the ring gag, which would in turn make you drool even more. He flashed his handsome smile as he watched exactly what he wanted to see.

“You look beautiful like this. Can I have you laying on your side? Easy now…” he helped you lay sideways because you realized it was a bit tricky to do with your arms bound behind you. He pushed your knees into your chest so your legs were together and your holes were snug and angled towards him.

“Hmm… oh, wait… I almost forgot the collar. Forgive me,” he added and his tone would’ve made you laugh if you weren’t in such a compromising position. A moment later, he was kneeling by your neck and fastening a matching leather collar around your throat, slightly on the side of tight so you felt as inhibited as he told you he wanted you. It did make you clench your pussy a bit more and perhaps, that is what he was going for.

“Now you’re perfect,” he whispered and you felt him begin to push his cock up against your slit. You tried to lift your head up to get a good look, but this was the second boy today that went straight for the dirty before giving you an eyeful. And you couldn’t see what he was doing below the waist. He dragged your entire body closer and pressed your thighs together more as you laid sideways and fuck, it felt so tight. You gasped and moaned long around the gag and drooled as he wanted. It was a little strange to not swallow, but you could see the appeal from his point of view. The grip on your throat from the collar wasn’t really helping your case.

“Beautiful,” he dragged the word out. “Exactly what I’d been craving,” he grunted and began to move inside you nice and slow in long strokes. You felt his entire length as he would almost pull all the way out of you before pushing back in like he wanted to stir your insides. It felt nice for sure.

“Can you clench down on me when I push out, honey? I wanna use you like a fleshlight,” and fuck, what a hot thing to say to a strapped and restrained girl. You did what he asked and mewled from how it felt at the same time he groaned and shuddered. “Yes, baby, just like that. Keep squeezing onto me.”

He kept fucking you lazily just like that, making you masturbate him with your pussy. It was such an agonizing pace but it felt luxurious. It felt as expensive as the hotel room you were getting fucked in. This boy was cute, too, but now you could tell that he was on a different wavelength to the rest of his friends. You turned your head up once again just so you could look at his face. The hair that fell to his eyes was getting damper with his sweat and it made him look so fucking hot. He definitely had the most different appeal.

He pulled out of you carefully and held your shoulders, “Sit up for me a for a little bit. I wanna try something,” he said. You groaned a bit because you were getting so close when he stopped. But you sat and swung your legs down the edge of the bed anyway when he brought his cock to your mouth. Like his personality, his cock had quite an irregular shape. Curved, thicker on one side than the other. The fattest part of him was not his tip, but just below it, and maybe that’s why it was working on your ridges so well. He pressed this cock to your mouth and then past the ring gag.

“Relax your throat, sweetie,” he gently tipped your head back and hit the back of your throat and made you gag. It was such a strange feeling being probed when your mouth was forced open and you couldn’t press it back shut. You moved away and he pulled out and you saw how his shaft was covered in your slime.

“Good, good. It’s working. Can you take one more hit, sweetie? Just for me?” he stroked your head and you thought, fuck it. You could do it. It seemed like a challenge and he had a very particular fixation. It was hot to fulfill it. He slowly filled your mouth and hit the back of your throat once more, presumably to make you gag and drool more slobber down your chin and onto his cock. He got what he wanted and pulled out, leaving you watery-eyed and a little lightheaded. Even then, you saw how enjoyably and how wetly he rubbed the slime all over his cock, his strokes moving up and down the length, then up and around over his tip.

“Beautiful,” he dragged the word out again. “I’m just about done. You can lay back and relax,” he said and gently laid you on your back. It wasn’t the most comfortable of positions to be in given your arms were behind you but he put your legs together and placed your bound ankles over one of his shoulders and plunged a few fingers inside your pussy and started to move them in and up.

“Come for me, beautiful,” he encouraged and fuck, you were so turned on by the sounds of your own pussy against his fingers. You moaned heavily and desperately as he fingered you fast. You were starting to get a little sore but you were so horny that you came anyway and felt the sticky wetness run down to your asscrack.

“There we go, baby…” he nodded and pushed himself back inside you and began to fuck you, a little faster than before like he just wanted to get off now. There was liberation in being used this way, and you had to admit, you were enjoying yourself. It didn’t take him long. Before you knew it, he was climbing onto the bed to kneel by your face so he could stroke himself and come into your open mouth. He didn’t have the best aim, though, because some of his cum landed on your cheek and chin, but he was kind enough to swipe it away and wipe it on your tongue.

“Hold on, pretty girl…” he said and reached behind your head with his dirty hands to unclasp your gag. He carefully took it out of your mouth. “Now you can swallow. Eat my load.”

Oh, he was perverted. How easily he made such demands. You looked him in the eye and made a deliberate show as you swallowed. He took you in his arms then and kissed you and rubbed his hands over your breasts.

“You were a good fuck,” he smoothed his hand over your pussy. “I almost don’t want to undo you.”

“I like your cock. It felt so good inside me,” you told him honestly and reached up with your lips so he’d kiss you again. You were finally starting to feel the effects of the night and the soreness in your body.

“Do you do this a lot?” he asked, moving your hair away from your face. You knew exactly what he meant.

“I do,” you replied, not knowing whether he would judge you or not. But why be dishonest? You had just fucked three of his friends right before him.

“That’s cool. Do you ever get scared?” he asked, like he genuinely wanted to know.

“I do sometimes,” you chuckled, leaving out the part where the smart parts of you had been almost fearful of him for a hot minute, “But it doesn’t stop me from living my life.”

“That’s the spirit,” he smiled and kissed you one more time. “I’m gonna leave you be now,” he said and got up.

“Um, Yuta…”

“Hmm?”

“You still have to uncuff me.”

He stopped for a moment, then laughed as he realized what you had asked. He stepped in to undo the cuffs and the collars, then, as his friends had done, he stepped out the door. You finally stood off the damn bed and stretched your arms and legs and stepped into the huge ensuite shower. You took your sweet time, letting the hot water ease out your sore and well fucked out muscles.

What a night this was. Four different men with four different flavors, and you got the best of all of them. By your standards, the night had been pretty tame, but you still had a nice fucking time. None of the boys made you do anything too extreme and you even got to come multiple times. Your pussy was pretty satisfied, even if it was overused and you were in a pretty good mood once you had dried your hair and slipped back into the dress you had come in. You finally stepped out of the sex room and saw the men huddled around the living room table, eating together.

“Alright, boys. Thank you for the good time. I’ll be off now,” you announced. The sweet, handsome one shot up, his doe eyes as wide as they had been inside,

“Please, join us…” he pointed to the food.

“Not today. Maybe next time,” you winked at them. He stepped up to walk you out and just before you stepped out of view, the rude one called out after you.

“Hey, before you leave… which one of us did the best?”

Of course the hung fuckboy would want to be competitive like this. But as you looked around, you saw that all four boys were looking at you quite expectantly, like they were all hoping they’d hear their name (not that you remembered all their names).

“Well, now, boys. The person who did the best already knows who he is,” you winked and turned back around as the polite boy saw you to the door.

You smiled happily as you made the walk of shame down the hotel lobby. This had been such a fun night. You weren’t sure when you’d get to score a party like that any time soon. But just in case you went through a dry spell, you had the number of the best fuck from this group. You might just give him a call if you ever felt bored enough.

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