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Your face burned as you laid before him on a sea of pillows and blankets, the thin silk of your nightgown covering your form like wrapping paper over a gift. “Binnie, really?”

“You know how this goes, bunny,” his voice was low, fiery eyes boring into your own, “don’t play shy, we’ve done this before.”

It was in his nature to make sure his treasures were kept as clean as possible; polished and shined to reflect their value in the most obvious of ways, and as his jewel, this nature applied to you, too.

As his jewel, you were to be treated with the same care as the other jewels in his collection - even if the process was slightly different.

You shifted, watching as his sharp gaze dropped to the spaghetti strap of your gown as it slid down the curve of your shoulder - undoubtedly making you look more like helpless prey trapped in the dragon’s den.

“Either you do it,” he knelt at your feet, shirtless, hands crawling up to wrap around your ankles, “or I do it for you.”

That small touch was enough to elicit a whimper from the back of your throat, your head moving in a weak nod as your hands slid to the hem of your nightgown.

Taking the cream colored silk into your hands, you slid it up the expanse of your thighs slowly, eyes intent on watching his own as more skin was revealed to him. You shifted your hips to help the rest of the fabric pass from underneath your ass before stopping at your waist.

Changbin loosened his grip on your ankles as you shuffled your feet outward - your knees remaining knocked together much to his dismay, but he held his composure to let you move at your own teasing pace.

Chest rising in a small breath, you let your knees slowly part, goosebumps rising along your skin as the cool air mingled with the warmth of your now exposed pussy - pantiless and free for his viewing pleasure.

“There she is.”

He wasted no time in pushing your legs further apart to allow more room for his muscular shoulders, lips making quick work in pressing light kisses down the inside of your right thigh before mirroring the same to your left - the intensity growing the closer he got to where he craved the most.

“Changbin!” The whine of embarrassment in your voice wasn’t lost upon him, judging from the way he squeezed the outside of your thighs before sliding them to the insides.

“Look at you,” he sighed softly, awe settling in his tone as he looked at your cunt as if it were the first time he’d ever seen you - it never got old to him, and it never would. 

His thumbs went to your outer labia, gently spreading them to reveal your vagina fully; cute clit begging for his lips to wrap around it, while your inner labia glistened with arousal from your opening.

“So messy already - don’t worry, Binnie will get you all cleaned up.”

You barely had a chance to register his words - as if he was actually regarding you in this moment - before his head dove between your legs, warm tongue eagerly dipping past your walls for a taste of your arousal before journeying up to trace circles around your clit.

Your body jolted against the soft pillows, his forwardness sending your mind into a spiral as your fingers tightened around the bunched up gown. “Oh- Oh my god-”

He pulled away with a lewd slurp, panting lightly against your cunt, “So fucking delicious, as always,” teasing the tip of his tongue along your walls, he hummed, “tight… Is Binnie gonna have to teach you how to stretch on his cock again? Surely it hasn’t been that long since I’ve had you, my jewel.”

It hasn't - It’s barely been three full nights, but to him, that’s three nights too many.

Your opportunity to speak was stolen from you yet again at the feeling of his right hand dipping down to where his tongue was currently teasing you open, your arousal catching onto the pads while he laved spit along his middle and ring fingers in preparation.

“This should help you remember, bunny - can never be too thorough with these inspections, gotta make sure you’ve been taken care of inside and out.”

With no further delay, he slowly pushed his thick fingers inside of you to the first knuckle, reveling in the shivering moan that floated past your lips as your hips lifted in efforts of getting him to give you more.

“Binnie…”

He chuckled lowly, your cunt attempting to suck his fingers in further, admiring the flutter of your walls as he curled them upwards in a ‘come hither’ motion before pulling them out to spread your arousal over your clit, “So shiny, don’t even need a polish, hm?”

His fingers traveled south once more, slipping into your cunt and spreading ever so slightly to expose more of your entrance to him before he dipped his head - a sharp gasp catching in your throat.

If there was one thing you quickly learned about dragon shifters, it was the point that their tongues were something of a marvel; long, thick, and easily maneuverable inside of someone - and one thing you learned about Changbin, was the point that he loved fucking you with his tongue, almost as much as his cock.

His free arm draped across your abdomen to hold you in place as his tongue explored the far reaches of your pussy, writhing and sliding against you in ways that made your eyes roll back - slack jawed and officially ruined.

“O-Oh- C-Changbin- Binnie, fuck!”

Your hands abandoned their death grip on your nightgown in favor of tangling themselves in the thick black curls on top of his head - both in an effort to hold on for dear life, and to keep him flush against your cunt, as if he would ever dare to leave it.

He moaned against you, each ragged inhale bringing more of your musk into his senses as his tongue collected every drop of you - sweet, savory, heady, he often wondered how he was able to live his life without your taste before.

It wasn’t long before he could feel the telltale pulsing of your walls around his tongue, the grip on his head getting tighter as your legs began to tremble.

“C-Close- Binnie, ‘m close!”

A swell of pride bloomed in his chest as he brought his hand up to rub quick, tight circles around your clit with his thumb, eager to have you coming undone around his tongue in record time.

Your thighs shook around his head, broken moans splitting your bated pants as your climax coiled in your abdomen before snapping with a well timed flick of his tongue deep inside of you.

You came with a cry of his name - at least, you hoped the sound you made resembled his name as your back arched, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you rode his tongue through each earth shattering wave.

The way his tongue slid out of you before you had the chance to fully come down had you tugging at his roots, trying in vain to get him back where you needed him - trying to gain control over the situation.

That is, until the large hand that was pressing at your lower stomach slid down to easily wrap around both wrists, wrenching your fingers free from his hair with a barely hidden snarl.

Two seconds, one inhale - that’s all you had before the warmth of his body was torn from between your legs, and a strong pressure gripped your hips before you were unceremoniously flipped onto your stomach in one go; your hips hiked up and your nightgown slipping toward your shoulder blades.

“Ah- shit! Baby, a warning-”

The words died on your tongue, giving birth to a moan instead as he spread your ass cheeks; his blazing eyes focusing in on the way your cum dripped toward your clit with the change of angle.

“So… So shiny,” he breathed, basking in the aftershocks of your pussy fluttering around nothing, “shiny, and pretty, and mine - my treasure, my jewel, all mine.”

Changbin used the tip of his tongue to spread your cum around your puffy clit, circling in a figure eight to make a trail up your entrance, across your perineum, and slicking up the tight rim of your asshole.

You gasped hotly, fisting an extremely soft blanket as you propped your cheek against a pillow, “C-Changbin?”

“Gonna make you shinier,” his breath was warm against the curve of your ass, your pussy clenching as if you weren’t just given a mind numbing orgasm already, “just for me - only for me, my jewel.”

His jewel, his precious treasure - he loved you more than all the gold in the mines, all the gems in the earth, and he would make sure you shined as evidence of his burning love.

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He looks especially charming tonight, his long, black hair tied half-up in a ponytail, the other bits framed loosely around his face and ridden with beads of sweat. An oversized black sweater swallows his lean figure, bunched up at his stomach to expose his white boxers, now tented against his growing erection as you sit atop him.

“Y/n,” Hyunjin whines into your mouth, and you chuckle lightly when you pull away from him.

“What?”

“Please, could you just ride me now?” His voice is shaky as he waits for you to fulfill his request.

Hyunjin is straightforward, you’ll give him that. But maybe he’s also too bold, knowing he can get whatever he wants when he asks politely. Tonight, you decide you won’t indulge him.

“I don’t know,” you say, applying pressure to his crotch as you squeeze your thighs together. “Are you gonna be good for me?”

He purses his swollen pink lips together as he nods desperately. “Yes, wanna be so good for you. Please, baby.”

“Hmm…” you hum, a smirk growing on your face. “You’ll do whatever I want if I help you cum?”

Hyunjin nods frantically, his hips bucking up against you as your hands trail underneath his sweater up his bare chest. “Please, baby. Please. I just want to cum.”

As you lean forward, Hyunjin leans up to kiss you again, promptly denied any reciprocation as your lips find his neck instead. You nibble his ear sweetly, whispering in a low voice while he shut his eyes and waits for your answer.

“Make yourself cum,” you say. Hyunjin’s eyes open again, his gaze quickly finding yours as you smile over him.

“Wh-what?”

“You heard me,” you reply. “I want to see how you make yourself cum.”

His breath hitches in his throat, taken aback by the response, but still aroused at the thought of it.

“You want me to…”

“Touch yourself,” you interrupt, nibbling little bruises into his neck. This time he doesn’t answer, both of his large hands holding your waist as he scans your face for any indication of what to do next. You take note of this, shooting him a pitiful look as you loop your fingers in the waistband of his boxers and tug down gently.

“You want my help?” You ask, feeling slightly bad for how aroused he looks. His cock is now fully strained against the white fabric, leaking a spot precum where his tip rests, desperate for some attention. Hyunjin winces at the sensation of your fingertips grazing the skin below his waistband.

“Ah… fuck…”

“You’re so hard,” you remark. “Better do something about that before I leave you hanging.”

“No!” Hyunjin pleads. “Baby please, I want to cum so badly.”

“Then be obedient for me, yeah?” You reach down to tuck loose strands of hair behind his ears. He swallows nervously, nodding and waiting for further instruction from you.

“Good boy,” you say with a smile, moving back slightly to finish undressing him. When his erection is free, he visibly shivers, gulping nervously at the sight of his cock in front of you. It springs up against his stomach, veins pulsing with desire to be caressed and jerked like you usually do before you ride him. Only this time, you sit completely still, your eyes glued on his cock as he remains writhing below you in anticipation.

“Now touch yourself,” you demand again, and Hyunjin finally brings a hand to his cock, wrapping his fingers around the thick length and pumping himself a few times. A small moan escapes his lips at the sensation, his back arching off the bed as he finally gives his cock the attention he’s been craving all night. His cock seems to turn a pinker shade as he does, a string of precum dribbling down the side of his cock as he works himself.

“Feel good?” You ask, and Hyunjin nods.

“Better than me?”

Hyunjin gasps at the question, shaking his head and continuing the rhythmic motion up and down his length. You can’t help but chuckle at the sight of him this needy for you, so touch-starved he’d fuck his own hand if you refused to do it for him. He looks a little pathetic like this, so entranced by the thought of your pussy clenching around his length. But coupled with the sight of him, the softness of his features and the fact that he asked so nicely, you just want him to feel good. That’s not to say you’re going to give him exactly what he wants, but you will let him cum.

“Run your thumb over the tip,” you tell Hyunjin, and he does as told, running his digit along the slit of his head and gathering precum to smear along his length as he jerks himself.

“Baby, can I please spit?” Hyunjin asks, following a fervent moan. “I need to get it more wet.”

You shoot him a saccharine smile, leaning down to press a long kiss to his lips as he slows his movements.

“I’ll do it baby, okay? Just keep touching yourself for me.”

As you pull away, you tuck strands of hair behind your ears, leaning down over his crotch and gathering a wad of saliva in your mouth. You don’t break eye contact with him, letting it dribble out from between your lips and trickle over the tip of his reddened cock. Hyunjin moans, his back arching off the bed again as he resumes his movements.

“Fuck, thank you baby,” Hyunjin breathes out. “It feels so good like that.”

“Mhm,” you reply sweetly. “Being so good for me, angel, so obedient. Go a little faster for me, yeah? Fuck yourself faster for me.”

Hyunjin does as he’s told, picking up the pace of fucking himself into his own hand. The addition of your saliva makes for a lewd squelching sound that echoes around the room, beautifully coupled with Hyunjin’s melodic moans.

“Y/n…” Hyunjin gasps out. “I think I’m gonna cum.”

You reach down, moving his hair out of his face and pressing a long kiss to his lips. When you pull away again, he’s breathless, moving desperately against his own palm and moaning with every pump.

“You poor thing,” you say to Hyunjin. “Your glasses are getting all fogged up.

Hyunjin’s thin wireframe glasses have almost completely fogged at the lenses, clouds of white breaths obscuring your view of his lust-filled eyes as he breathes out heavily with every motion. He doesn’t respond, instead watching intensely as you take them off him, folding them closed again between your lips and setting them aside.

He has a much clearer view of you now, sitting up on his thighs watching him, leaning back on your hands as you grip his ankles. It’s no different to his view when you’re riding him, bouncing with gentle movements on his cock, only this time, he’s working himself in front of you.

Hyunjin may be desperate for release, but he secretly loves when you’re the one in control, reminding him just how whipped he is for your commands. He goes crazy for your ability to take the reins and order him around, challenging everything he thought he needed to cum. Sometimes he’ll tease you in hopes that you’ll get him under you and make him submit to you like this. He thinks you don’t know, but truth be told, you don’t miss the way he cums so much when you’re the one bossing him around.

“Now be good and cum for me,” you say to him finally. “I want to see how you finish with yourself.”

And following a few more pumps, Hyunjin’s breath hitches once again, his whole torso contracting stiffly as his cock spurts ropes of white arousal all over his stomach. You watch curiously with parted lips, observing the way some of it shoots onto your own thighs, too. Hyunjin moans loudly as he finishes, his voice growing quiet again as he fucks his hand through his orgasm, the wet noises continuing as he comes down from his high.

“Fuck,” Hyunjin breathes out as his hand remains wrapped around his swollen cock. “Thank you.”

You don’t respond immediately, tilting his face up for another kiss as he catches his breath.

He hummed against your clit in response, the act only serving to make you arch off of the bed with a choked moan - you were so sensitive, so fucking sensitive and he was the cause of it all.

“Kitten,” he huffed, pulling away from your pulsing cunt with an air of annoyance and sheer audacity, “if you have something to say, then say it - I’m sort of busy here.”

Oh, how you wished you could punch him, but he’d essentially finger and tongue fucked all the strength out of you - all of the sense out of you.

Your legs were bent at the knee and spread on the bed, his head previously laying against the inside of your left thigh as he lazily licked and suckled at your clit, nimble fingers stroking at your dripping hole and bringing more of your arousal out for him to lap up.

You’re not sure how many orgasms he was able to pull from you just from this technique alone; it felt like after the first one hit, each one that followed came in waves that were slowly built off of the previous, each one more intense, lasting even longer. 

“Please, I want you.”

“And you have me, don’t you?”

The nonplussed look he leveled you with sent chills down your spine, your walls clenching around the two fingers stuck within you like a placeholder, pacifying you until he was ready to give you something more.

“Oh - you’re just being greedy, aren’t you?” He tsked, curling his fingers to graze the softness of your g-spot, “Four- Five orgasms, and you’re still not satisfied - not until you’ve been stuffed full of my dick, hm?”

A flash of mischief streaked across his face, and before you knew it he was sliding a third finger past your sensitive walls, setting a pace that flexed the muscles in his bicep and made the veins in his arm pop.

“Oh my g- Minho!” Your body writhed - well, as much as it could as he kept you spread for him with even stronger arms, incomprehensible moans and babbles leaving you through choked sobs and electrified overstimulation.

“Give me two more,” he gritted before dipping his head down, lapping messily at your clit before licking around where his fingers were currently drilling inside of you, collecting your arousal in his mouth before spitting it right back onto your pussy. “Two more, then we’ll see if you’ve got enough sense left for my cock.”

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Chris found himself, once again, in front of your establishment. He had already gone though the club, the secret sunflower door, the code. The only difference was that he was accompanied by none other than the person who told him about this sex club, Lee Know. They both wore disguises, face masks and hats to conceal their face.

"I can't believe you convinced me to do this again," Chris groans. Lee Know only smiles and laughs. Minho pats him on the back, "You're the one that agreed. Plus they have something special going on. You'll like it." Chris follows Minho from the main floor of the sex club and into the back. It's the familiar path to where he met you, but way further back.

Christopher would be lying if he wasn't anticipating on meeting you again. It's embarrassing, but he jerks himself off at the thought of you. The way you feel, the way you taste, how patient you were with him. He would rather die than tell Minho about you, he would get teased until the end of days. It's silly to think he'd see you here, but he can't help but hope.

"Something special? Is that why I had to get tested for STD's?" Chris questions. Rather than giving a verbal answer, Minho hums. He didn't have to do that before the session with you, and you let him go raw. Maybe it's only for special event, he thinks.

Chris and Minho approach a booth with a person inside. She wears a plastic smile on her face, hair done perfectly and acrylic nails. "Names please?" Her voice is almost drained out by the moans and slapping sounds coming from the other side. It's just a curtain that covers it, so all sounds can be heard.

A blush quickly finds its way to Chris's face and ears. He's so flustered that Minho has to answer, "Koala and Rino." The lady in the booth seems completely dismissive about what's going on behind the curtain. She looks through a few pages before nodding, "Ah I see you right here. Please enjoy your time, the session ends in about 2 hours."

Lee Know nods in response and grabs Chris by the sleeve the drag him behind the curtain. To say he was surprised was an understatement. He couldn't even comprehend the sight at first. Men were covered in sweat, pants completely down. Cum was stained below where the women were placed. The smell was strong, and it made Chris grimace.

He turned to Minho, expecting the same reaction. Instead, Minho was looking as if he was at heaven's gates. "Isn't it beautiful?" Chris stays quiet rather than answering. Minho walks further in and Christopher trails behind. The women have only their lower body sticking out, some in doggy others in missionary position.

Chan has only seen glory holes in porn, never even considering seeing one in person.

"So here," Minho points at the wall above one of the women, "is the name of the hole. They don't provide pictures, which sucks. If you see a name you like or know, you just basically fuck it. Cum in it, don't come it. Touch it, don't. The main rule is to not reach in the cut out. Keep your hands to what's exposed, or you'll get kicked out. They're pretty strict when it comes to shit like this."

Chris doesn't bother asking how Lee Know knows so much, it's in his name afterall. "I dunno," Chris tentatively looks around the room. Other men seem to have face masks on, but some don't. He can recognize people form TV, the news, even some older politicians. Lee Know sighs, "Bro, they don't care about you. No offense. They're just here to get their dick wet and leave. It's only gay if you make eye contact."

Lee Know's joke lightens the mood, and Chris finds himself laughing alongside him. They did pay a pretty dime to be here for the special event, he might as well enjoy it. The two men go off in their separate ways not long after. It feel weird for Chris to window-shop like this, almost uncomfortable. It's not until he comes across a familiar name that makes his heart skip.

Nyx, he almost sings. You have your ass out at the height of his hips. He takes a few steps closer as if he couldn't believe it's actually you. Chris takes note of your of your swollen clit, the gaping hole, the cum that drips down your thighs. Without thinking, he reaches out his ands to rub your ass. Not sexually, but more in a comforting way. He can tell this takes you by surprise because you jolt.

"Poor baby," he says sympathetically. It's not loud enough for you to hear, but he can't help but want to console you. From the description he read of you before, he thought this was the last place you'd be. His hands stay soft, and he finds himself kneeling. He can feel the wet floor staining his pants, but he doesn't care.

To put on a show, you wiggle your ass for him. You think the man behind you is going to shove himself in, but you feel a hot tongue. You gasp as the sensation. Since you first clock in, no one had eaten you out. You honestly didn't expect anyone to. You're covered in other men's cum, who in their right mind would consider such a thing?

Chris would, in a heartbeat. If it's to soothe you, he would do anything. He feels like he owes you something. Sure he paid you after the last interaction, but it still felt like it wasn't enough. Tasting men's cum isn't pleasant, but hearing your muffled moans though the walls was worth it.

It reminds him of last time, how desperate you sounded with his mouth on you. He wished you could see his face, watching as your mouth twisted in pleasure. Even now, he's still wishing for the same. His mask is pulled down under his chin while he devours you. Your legs struggle to keep you up right, but you stay on your tiptoes.

You can hear him slurping behind you, his hands gripping the back of your thighs to keep you spread. His tongue flicks over your bud and goes back to teasing your entrance. You could feel your arousal seeping out, and that seems to spur him on more. Your hands grip the bar above the bed, and you so desperately want to grip his hair instead.

Despite being here for three hours, you haven't came. You've gotten close to finishing, but men always finished before you did. It left you frustrated, yearning. You pray that the man eating you keeps going until you cum, but you know better than to hope for that. Instead, you try to grind against his face with what little movement you have.

"Shit. You like that baby?" You hear him ask. His voice is vaguely familiar, a twist of a distinct accent you swear you've heard before. You nod though he can't see. "Fuck yes. Don't stop," you moan. Perhaps it wasn't smart to command the client to please you, it's the other way around after all. To your surprise, he keeps going. He has his tongue dip inside your pussy, feeling your smooth walls.

It's so unbelievably sexy of him to eat you out. He must look humiliating; on his knees, sucking out the cum of other men into his mouth, the filthy sounds that leave his throat. He's eating you like he's never had a good meal in his life, like he missed your pussy. His tongue is experienced too, and you can't help but think this is also familiar.

That recognizable knot in your stomach gathers, and you begin shaking. If he pulls away now, you think, I'll quit. You don't even have to tell him you're close, he can feel how you tighten around his tongue. He quickly pulls away and shoves a finger inside before you could complain. It's difficult to eat you out now that his finger is in the way, but he can use his other hand to replace his mouth.

Chris rubs your clit in circles while he pumps you with his other finger. You squeal at the impact, feeling how his hand meets your ass when he goes deep. Your toes curl, eyes roll back to your head, and loudly moan when you cum on his fingers. It's been so long, so long since you've cum from a client. The last time was with that Koala guy, the one with the...accent.

Realization hits you quickly. You don't even have the chance to say anything with how he finger fucks you through your orgasm. "Wait! wait wait wait..." Chris immediately stops when he hears you. He gently removed his hand from you and you almost fall limp. His hands catch your waist and he keeps you up.

"Are you okay?" His voice is full of concern, full of care. Yeah, that can only be one person. You laugh breathlessly, body still quivering from your recent orgasm. "Shit Koala. How long has it been? Like three months?" You imagine he's choked up, unable to answer you. You've had a lot of customers, and it's impossible to remember them all. Koala, however, has left quite the impression on you.

He laughs awkwardly, "Something like that yeah. Uh...how ya been?"

You blow a raspberry and chuckle, "I don't think I'm in a position for a little reunion. You came here to fuck no?" Chris is a little stunned with your words, but agrees. "Yes. Well no. I mean yes, but not like-" he keeps rambling. You take pity on him and decide to take the lead, "No no I get it. You came here to fuck my pussy right?"

Chris feels like his face is on fire. He wish he could deny it, but he can't. He did come here with hopes of seeing you, to feel you again. Sure he could have fucked any girl here, but how could he when he knew you were here. All pretty and prepped for him. "What if I said yes?" he teases. "Would that make you happy?"

It's surprising to hear Koala tease you back, but you're more than happy to oblige. "Hmm...maybe. It's been a while since you've fucked me, might not be as good as before." Chris laughs, hands squeezing your ass, "I think you know you're lying to yourself. Got you cummin' on my tongue in minutes. Imagine what I could do with my cock."

His confidence has you horny. Before, he was pliant and submissive. He's a totally different man now, who knows what happened in three months. It could also be the fact that he can't see you properly, so it gives him some courage to be bold. No matter, you find it beyond attractive.

"All this talking and no fucking," you complain. "Maybe you are rusty."

In all honesty, Chris hasn't really fucked after you. He rarely did in the first place, but he genuinely thinks no one can compete with your cunt. He knows you're joking with him, but it still makes him nervous. Three months is a long time, he might have lack in some aspects now that he's the one taking control.

Still, he's given such a golden opportunity to show you that he can please you. Chris's grip on your ass tightens for a brief second before he grabs ahold of the base of his cock. It's already hard, red from screaming at Chris to put it in. He uses one hand to guide his cock into your abused hole and the other to rub soothing circles on your waist.

You can't help but smile. It doesn't how dirty he can talk or act, he's still a gentleman at heart. The nearly forgotten stretch makes you whimper when he puts his tip in. His cock is hot and can easily slide in with no problem. Despite that, he still take his time. Chris really wants you to feel how you pussy stretches around him, how he can glide against your warm walls.

Your knuckles turn while from gripping the bar so hard. You almost want to scream at him to hurry up and fuck you. Instead, you find yourself whimpering the contact. Your hips move against him to try and slip his dick in. It works a little, feeling his cock roughly an inch deeper. You can hear him moan behind the wall, a breathy higher pitched whine that makes your cunt wetter by the second

"You still sound so pretty," you whisper. You doubt he can hear you from the other men and women fucking, but he does. Little did you know, that he has his ear against the wall. Chris just needs to hear how you sound, what noises you make. He knows he must look so pathetic, and he's grateful that Lee Know is no where in sight.

Finally, he fills you up completely with his girth. Your legs twitch and squeeze together at the intrusion. You can feel the tingles that travel up and down your body from pleasure. Whimpers and moans leave you lips when he starts thrusting. You're thankful for the wall that separates you two. Before, you had tried to remain professional. Now you can be as loud as you please without worrying. Well...that's what you think at least.

The combined feeling of your soft pussy and beautiful moans break Chris's sanity. Both of his hands grip your sides so he could bring you to meet his thrusts. It's so loud and wet, he thinks you two must be the loudest in the room. Chris loves watching as your cunt drools on his cock, leaving strings of arousal on your ass and his thighs.

You're on the verge on tears letting this man fuck you relentlessly. It feels so indescribably amazing, you let your mouth hang open. "Oh fuucckk," Chris hears you groan. Heat and pleasure remain in your lower stomach, slowly building. It's torture with how it feels like too much and not enough all at once.

You find yourself wishing you could use your hand to rub your clit, but the wall prevents that. instead, you try grinding your thighs together tightly for stimulation. It works, but at the cost of choking Koala's dick. He whimpers, almost pained from the sudden tightness. He moves his hands to the inner parts of your thighs and spreads them open in response.

"Gonna break my fuckin' cock," he mumbles, lightly laughing. Chris resumes his thrusts, but he notices the constant moving of your hips. So much so that he even slips out momentarily. He thinks that it's getting too much for you, but the way you're begging for him to shove it back in says otherwise.

"What's the matter baby?" His voice is light. His strokes are softer now, giving you the ability to speak properly. You take a few heavy breaths before answer, "Touch me." You sounds so desperate, so out of your character that Chris almost wants to tease you further.

Almost.

He concludes that you must be getting close, just wanting to extra rubbing to really get off. Chris grants your wish and uses his fingers to rub circles on your clit. Your reaction is immediate, bucking and crying out in gratitude. Chris smiles fondly at how your body replies to his touch. Now he can tease you without feeling guilty.

"What do you saaayy?" He speaks in a sing-songy voice. Had you been fully cognitive, you would've cursed him. You headspace isn't working though, and you find yourself expressing your appreciation quickly. "Thank you daddy. Thank you thank you. I needed it sooo bad."

The pet name throws him off, making him stutter his hips for a split second. Chris deeply blushes at the term, unsure if he hates it or loves it quite yet. "Yeah? You like daddy's big cock in you?" He decides to test it out. Maybe it's because you're beginning to enter the sub-space zone, but you cum unexpectedly on his dick.

Chris feels you twitch around him and convulse. There was no warning, save for how creamy his length had gotten from your excitement. He almost praised you for how beautifully you painted his cock. Chris pulled himself in and out of you slowly to watch the white substance spread.

You couldn't stop moaning, fully crying from the orgasm. You normally had a good gauge on when you could cum and how to prolong it, but Koala had proven to fuck you up in more ways than one. You body shook and hugged his cock practically lovingly. Feeling him slide his dick slowly inside of you only make you wail louder.

Once Chris felt like you had come down enough, he fucked you with intent. He doesn't know how he was able to last this long, but he's chasing his own orgasm now. You can do nothing else but to take it. You groan everything he hits your deep, tip touching your womb. You can feel your cream dripping down your thighs.

This only encourages Chris more to finish. He wants nothing more than to mix your arousals together. Chris throws his head back and groans, letting his dick settle fully inside you when he cums. Hot spurt bursts in your tummy and you moan at the warmth. You usually detest having clients cum in you, the clean up was irritating. Koala, however, is an exception. He's invited to cum where he pleased when it comes to you.

Hearing him though the walls is bliss, and you wish you could see his face. He's probably still wearing that stupid mask, you think.

Chris lets himself give a few more good thrusts before pulling out, leaving you empty. He uses his thumb to spread your pussy lips to look at how your cunt pools his cum out. He hums at the sight, and gives your pussy a slap. You jolt and yelp at the contact, still sensitive.

"Guess I'll take you answer as a yes," he suddenly says.

Rather than leaving, Chris keeps massaging his cum and your own around your lower lips. You sigh contently as you feel him explore your folds. He's not doing it hard enough to give intense pleasure, but enough to feel soothing. It must be a mess down there, but Chris is entranced by the sight.

He so distracted that he didn't hear Lee Know's footsteps coming at the side of him. It's not until Chris feels his presence that he turns. They make eye contact for a moment before Chris straightens up, wiping his wet hands on the wall. The men have a silent exchange of words before Chris withdrawals his hands from you.

Before you can protest, Koala gives you brief reassurance. "I'll see you tomorrow."

You hear his footsteps leave along with another pair of feet. His sudden departure leaves you feeling somewhat cold, but you quickly dismiss the feeling. It's business, nothing personal. It's something you've had to remind yourself for years working this job. This particular instance, though, leaves you more than just your pussy empty.

-

"See you tomorrow," Lee Know mocks Chris's earlier words on the way home. Chris has no choice but to put up with Lee know antics. He keeps rubbing in his face how he got to fuck five different girls while Chris only did one. Not that it really matters to Chris, but he knows that Lee Know is much more aware of his little crush now.

After finishing up his laughter, Lee Know throws an arm over Chris's shoulder. "I'm just teasing you man. But I was right you know. That you would like it." Chris can't help but smile upon seeing his friend's cheesy expression. "Yeah yeah, whatever," he playfully rolls his eyes.

"But really," Lee Know questions, "You'd be down to go again? Just for her?" Chris stops walking for a second to think, eyes up to the sky. The night is clear, stars and moon shining down on them. He doesn't know you well, only that your pussy and his cock belong together. Going to that club often would hurt his wallet over time, but he's starting to think that it may be worth it.

"Yeah, just for her."