Mistaken Identity - IU SMUT
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Jinmu looked around as IU’s palette was filming, and now the production staff was taking a break as the artists were busy recording their performances inside the recording studio. So he had time to wander around looking for his girlfriend. He never thought he would work for IU, the national sweetheart of Korea. When he was first accepted into EDAM Entertainment, he was overjoyed to have the opportunity to see IU in person.
Being a hardcore fan for many years, He still remembers the first time he saw her. She was indeed stunning, beautiful, and that smile was enough to eclipse many other celebrities. She was genuinely kind to her coworkers, even treating them to food and drinks during their busy schedules.
He even met his girlfriend here, Yeong seo, who was IU’s stylist. Another hardcore fan of hers, who always had many things to say about her favourite Idol, and during one company dinner, they hit it off and started dating. She was much closer to IU than he was, who was one of the production staff, so the chances of him meeting IU were very slim, and he had only spoken to her one or two times. She had an incredible Aura to go with her beauty, the confidence of a woman who had conquered all in the entertainment industry, whether it be singing, acting, or variety, becoming the undisputed queen in Korea.
He walked around and saw a sexy, beautiful figure standing in front of the snack table, choosing. Jinmu smiled, looking at her backside and those ass cheeks slightly visible under the white skirt. His girlfriend, Yeong Seo, had deliberately chosen the same dress as IU, flaunting their close friendship. She looked stunning in her lilac shirt and matching white skirt.
He went behind her silently, enjoying her sexy body and those ass cheeks flashing in his eyes every time she bent down to take some snacks from the table. He hugged her from behind, burying his neck on her neck, smelling her scent. He was surprised that he didn’t recognize the scent she was wearing, but it smelled better than anything she had worn before. He ground his hips on her ass and his hands on her waist started teasing her stomach over the shirt.
Jinmu's hands began to roam, tracing the curves of her waist and dipping lower to tease the soft skin just above her skirt. His fingers lightly grazed her abs, feeling the firm muscles beneath the thin fabric of her shirt. He moved higher, his touch becoming more deliberate, as he brushed the underside of her breasts, feeling their weight and fullness. His breath grew heavier, his heart racing as he inhaled her unfamiliar yet intoxicating scent, his face buried in the crook of her neck.
"Yeong Seo," he murmured, his voice thick with desire, "Did you change your perfume? It's... intoxicating."
IU, caught off guard, was about to turn around and confront the stranger when she felt his hips press firmly against her, the hardness of his arousal unmistakable through his pants. His hands, now more confident, began to explore her body, tracing the curves of her hips and waist, making her gasp. His breath, hot and heavy, sent shivers down her spine, and she found herself helpless, unable to move or speak.
As his hands moved higher, cupping her breasts through the fabric of her shirt, she felt a surge of something unfamiliar yet thrilling. The realization that she was being mistaken for someone else, that this man was taking liberties with her body, should have enraged her. But instead, she felt a strange excitement, a dark thrill that she had never experienced before.
"Yeong Seo," he whispered again, his voice husky with need, as his thumbs brushed over her nipples, making them harden beneath the fabric. "I've missed you so much."
IU, the queen of K-pop, found herself in a situation she never imagined—being taken advantage of, her body responding to a stranger's touch in ways she never knew possible. The confusion and the thrill of the moment left her breathless, her mind racing with thoughts of what might happen next. She realized that she had a hidden fetish, one that she had never explored before, and it was both terrifying and exhilarating.
IU tried to make a sound, to protest, but the words caught in her throat. In a swift, dominant move, the man's hand wrapped around her neck, not tight enough to harm but firm enough to control. She trembled, a moan escaping her lips as a wave of unexpected pleasure coursed through her. The sensation of his strong hand squeezing her throat sent her senses into overdrive, her body responding in ways she had never experienced before. She was surprised by her own reaction, the way her body betrayed her, arching slightly into his touch.
"Shh, Yeong Seo," he murmured, his voice a low growl in her ear. "I know you like it when I squeeze you like this. You love it when I take control."
His other hand, meanwhile, was a master of teasing, running slow, deliberate circles around her nipples, making her shudder with each pass. Her breasts ached, her nipples hardening into tight buds, begging for more. She could feel the heat of his touch, the electricity that sparked between them, making her skin tingle and her body yearn for more.
She was caught in a whirlwind of sensations, her mind a blur of confusion and desire. The man behind her was so sure, so confident in his actions, and it was both terrifying and thrilling. She had never felt this way before, so vulnerable and yet so empowered, her body responding to every touch, every squeeze, every whisper.
"Tell me you like it," he demanded, his voice a low rumble against her ear. "Tell me you want more."
IU bit her lip, her body trembling with need. She couldn't believe the words that were about to leave her lips, but she knew they were true. "Yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "More."
Her body was on fire, her nipples aching for his touch, her throat throbbing with each beat of her heart. She was lost in the moment, a prisoner to the sensations that were overwhelming her, and she didn't want it to end. The man behind her was a stranger, and yet he knew her body better than she knew herself.
Slowly, his hands snaked beneath her shirt, his fingers tracing the curve of her waist. She held her breath, anticipating his next move, her heart pounding in her chest. When his hands finally cupped her breasts, she let out a soft gasp. The sensation was electric, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. To his surprise, she was not wearing a bra, and her perky, round breasts fit perfectly in his hands.
He squeezed gently, his fingers brushing against her sensitive nipples, making her body tremble with each touch. She arched her back, pressing herself against him, craving more of his touch. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear.
"You're such a naughty girl, aren't you?" he whispered, his voice laced with desire. "Teasing everyone with those perfect tits, barely concealed under your dress. I've been watching you, you know. I've been imagining this moment, imagining how it would feel to have you like this, at my mercy."
IU's mind raced, her thoughts a jumbled mess of pleasure and confusion. She had never been with a stranger like this; she had never allowed herself to be so vulnerable. But something was intoxicating about it, something that made her want more.
"Please," she begged, her voice barely a whisper. "Don't stop."
He chuckled, a low, husky sound that sent shivers down her spine. "Oh, I won't stop, my little tease. Not until you're begging for more."
His hands continued to explore her body, his touch both gentle and demanding. She was lost in the sensations, her body aching with need, her mind a blur of pleasure and desire. She didn't want it to end, didn't want to leave this moment of pure, unadulterated bliss. And as he continued to whisper naughty words in her ear, she realized that she didn't care if he thought she was someone else. In this moment, she was his, and that was all that mattered.
She was lost in the moment, her body aching with need, her mind a blur of pleasure and desire. Her hands, trembling with anticipation, slowly traced the outline of his thick, hard cock through his tracks. She could feel the heat of him, the promise of what was to come, and it sent waves of excitement coursing through her body. He was turned on, she could tell, his breath hitching as her fingers explored him.
His hands, meanwhile, were still cupping and teasing her breasts, his fingers rolling her nipples between them, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core. She moaned, her body trembling, her balance almost lost as he pulled and twisted, his touch both gentle and demanding.
Her hands, growing bolder, began to rub against his hard-on, feeling the length and thickness of him through the thin fabric of his tracks. He let out a low groan, his hips bucking slightly against her touch. She smiled to herself, her confidence growing with each stroke.
He had heard from her stylist how much Young Seo loved her boyfriend, but IU had never taken it seriously. After all, he was just a production staff member, someone she barely noticed. But now, with his cock throbbing in her hands, she realized just how lucky her stylist was. To have all this meat to herself, to be the one to satisfy his every need...
A funny thought crossed her mind. If her boss wasn't around, wouldn't it be better to share him? That way, both of them could be happy. IU had always gone after whatever caught her fancy, and this man behind her was no exception. She had grown up poor, and as she grew older, she learned that whatever she wanted, she had to work for it. And now, this man belonged to her.
Even if he had a girlfriend, who cared? Who would reject fucking her unless they were crazy? She was IU, after all, and she always got what she wanted. Her hands continued to stroke him, her body pressing back against him, inviting him to take her, to claim her as his own.
IU moaned, her body aching with need. She wanted him, wanted him more than anything. And as his hands continued to tease and torment her breasts, she knew that she would do whatever it took to have him. Whatever it took to satisfy this insatiable hunger that was consuming her.
Her hands, driven by a mix of curiosity and desire, slowly slipped inside his boxers from behind, her fingers tracing the outline of his thick cock. He was still semi-hard, but the size of him was impressive, filling her small hand completely. She could feel the heat radiating from him, the promise of what was to come sending shivers down her spine.
His hands, meanwhile, were exploring her body, his fingers digging into her ass cheeks, kneading and fondling them with a possessive intensity. "Your gym training has definitely paid off," he murmured, his voice a low rumble against her ear. "You've got such a tight ass, it's driving me wild."
IU bit her lip, her body trembling with need. His words, his touch, it was all too much. Her mind was a whirlwind of sensations, her body aching for more. She could feel his hot breath against her ear, his teeth nipping at her earlobe, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core. She moaned softly, her body reacting to his touch, her knees almost buckling beneath her.
His other hand, the one not occupied with her ass, was tracing lines along her inner thigh, his touch light and teasing. She could feel the dampness between her legs, her panties growing wetter with each passing second. The realization that she was being groped and teased by her stylist's boyfriend, while Young Seo was preparing her dress, sent a thrill of excitement through her. She felt a bit guilty, but the guilt was quickly overshadowed by the intense desire coursing through her veins.
The years of maintaining a strong, bold persona had been tiring, and now, being manhandled by this man, she felt a sense of liberation. She was no longer the IU everyone knew, the confident, in-control performer. She was a woman, vulnerable and needy, and she loved every second of it.
Her panties were drenched, her pussy juices soaking through the thin fabric. She could feel the wetness, the heat, and it only served to heighten her arousal. She wanted him, wanted him more than anything. And as his hands continued to explore her body, his cock growing harder in her hand, she knew that she would do whatever it took to have him.
His fingers, driven by a mix of curiosity and desire, traced the outline of her pussy lips through her panties, teasing and tantalizing her. She shuddered in his arms, her body hypersensitive from all the teasing, her mind a whirlwind of sensations. Her pussy was throbbing, aching for his touch, her body trembling with need.
Her hands, meanwhile, were exploring his cock, her fingers running over his thick head, feeling the pre-cum staining her hands. It was a heady sensation, knowing that she was the cause of his arousal, that her touch was driving him wild.
The chatter from the other room, the distant sounds of her colleagues preparing for the shoot, only served to heighten the eroticism of the moment. It was a secret, a forbidden pleasure, and it made her want him even more.
He raised his fingers in front of her, his voice a low rumble against her ear. "Look at how wet you are," he whispered, his fingers glistening with her juices. "I've never seen you like this before."
IU gasped, her eyes widening as she saw the evidence of her arousal. Her pussy was leaking, her juices coating his fingers, and it was a sight that sent a thrill of excitement through her. She licked her lips, her tongue darting out to taste the air, and then, without a second thought, she brought his fingers to her mouth, sucking and licking them clean.
Her tongue ran along his fingers, tasting herself, savoring the salty-sweet flavor of her own arousal. He groaned, his hips bucking against her touch, his cock throbbing in her hand. It was a heady sensation, knowing that she had this power over him, that she could drive him to the brink of insanity with just a touch, a taste.
"Wh-what happened to you, Young Seo?" he stammered, his voice laced with desire and confusion. "You've never been this naughty before."
IU moaned, her body trembling as his fingers slipped inside her, tasting herself on them. She was more naughty, more bold than his girlfriend, and the thought sent a thrill of satisfaction through her. She was IU, after all, and she always got what she wanted. And right now, she wanted him, wanted him more than anything.
He grabbed her hand, the one that was stroking his cock, and guided it to pull his throbbing member out of his boxers. His other hand traced along her outer thigh, the touch light and teasing, sending shivers down her spine. Slowly, his fingers slipped under her skirt, hooking onto the waistband of her panties. With a gentle tug, he stripped them down, the fabric catching on her hips before falling to the floor.
As her panties slid down, a thread of her juices stretched from her pussy to the fabric, a testament to her arousal. She shivered, feeling the cool air graze her exposed pussy lips, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure through her body. She moaned softly, her body trembling with anticipation.
He brought his cock to her inner thigh, the hot, hard length of him rubbing against her sensitive skin. She bit her lip, her body reacting to his touch, her mind a whirlwind of sensations. The feel of his cock, coated in her juices, was intoxicating, and she found herself craving more.
"Does she want it inside her?" he asked, his voice a low rumble against her ear. But IU didn't answer, afraid that if she did, he would realize she wasn't his girlfriend. The thought sent a thrill of excitement and fear through her, her body aching with need.
Not getting an answer, he chuckled, a low, husky sound that sent shivers down her spine. He started teasing her again, his cock rubbing along her inner thigh, fucking her with each thrust. She moaned, her body responding to his touch, her hips bucking against him.
The sensation of his cock, hot and hard, rubbing against her pussy was almost too much to bear. Her body was on fire, her mind a blur of pleasure and desire. She could feel his thickness, the promise of what was to come, and it was driving her wild.
Slowly, she started rocking her hips back, matching his rhythm, her body craving more. She gasped with each thrust, her body trembling, her mind a whirlwind of sensations. The feel of his cock, the promise of what was to come, it was all too much.
The sudden sound of footsteps approaching sent a jolt of panic through them. In a swift movement, he pushed her behind the cardboard screen that was covering the other part of the room, his cock still nestled between her thighs. They both hid, their bodies pressed tightly together, the heat of their arousal mingling with the fear of being caught.
He could hear two people talking about their program, their voices echoing in the room. They were standing right where they had been, and he could feel her body squirming in his hold, her hips rocking against him, her body craving more. He managed to suppress his groan, his body trembling with need and fear.
He turned her around, expecting to see his girlfriend, but when he saw the extremely beautiful and regal face of IU, now covered in lust and so turned on, he almost lost control. He almost screamed, but her fair, saintly hands covered his mouth just in time. Her thighs continued to rub against his cock, the sensation sending waves of pleasure through his body.
"Shh," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Don't make a sound."
He nodded, his eyes wide with shock and disbelief. His thoughts raced, a jumble of confusion and fear. Up to this time, he had been molesting and fondling IU, the princess of Korea, and not his girlfriend. His whole body shivered from fear. This was his boss, one of the most powerful women in Korean entertainment, and if she took a bad view of the situation, his production life was over.
He was in trouble now, that much was clear. He had been caught in a compromising position with IU, the princess of Korea, his boss, and one of the most powerful women in the entertainment industry. His mind raced, trying to piece together the implications of what had just happened.
As he stood there, his cock still rock hard, his hips still moving, fucking her thighs with a desperate intensity, he realized that he was in way over his head. He had been so caught up in the moment, so consumed by his desire, that he hadn't stopped to think about the consequences. And now, he was paying the price.
IU, on the other hand, seemed to be enjoying his discomfort. She smiled, her eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and satisfaction. She knew that she had him right where she wanted him, and she wasn't about to let him go.
"Well, well, well," she purred, her voice a low, husky whisper. "Looks like you're in a bit of trouble now, aren't you?"
He nodded, his eyes wide with fear and confusion. He was in trouble, big trouble, and he had no idea how to get out of it. But as he looked into her eyes, he saw the desire and the power that radiated from her, and he realized that he didn't want to get out of it. He wanted to stay right here, in this moment, with her.
She leaned in closer, her breath hot against his ear. "You know, I could make this go away," she whispered. "I could forget all about this little incident, and we could go back to the way things were. But there's a price."
He swallowed hard, his throat dry. "What's the price?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper.
She smiled, a slow, seductive smile that sent shivers down his spine. "You," she said simply. "You're the price. You're mine, now, and you'll do whatever I say. Understood?"
He nodded, his body trembling with a mix of fear and anticipation. He was in trouble, big trouble, but he was also in paradise. And as he looked into her eyes, he saw the promise of pleasure and power; he knew that he would do whatever it took to stay right here, with her.
IU smiled, seeing his nervousness. The confident, arrogant man was reduced to a trembling mess, and yet, surprisingly, his cock was still rock hard, his hips still moving, fucking her thighs. The girthy, thick meat of his cock caressed her sexy, milky thighs, sending shivers of pleasure down her spine.
She was amazed at how his body responded to her, how his cock seemed to have a mind of its own. Despite the fear and the danger of being caught, his desire for her was undeniable, and it sent a thrill of satisfaction through her. She was IU, after all, and she always got what she wanted. And right now, she wanted him, wanted him more than anything.
She pulled him close by his shirt, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, her voice a low, seductive purr. "You were so arrogant and handsy before, but now, seeing me, all that confidence has drained away, hasn't it?"
Her hands continued to stroke his cock, her touch both gentle and demanding. "But this thing," she murmured, her fingers tracing the length of him, "this thing is craving for more."
She slowly licked his earlobe, her tongue hot and wet against his skin. He shuddered, his body trembling with need, his cock twitching in her hands. She smirked, feeling his response, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction.
He could smell her, the intoxicating scent of her arousal, and he could feel the heat emanating from her body, a heat that matched his own. He remembered her wetness, the way her juices had coated his fingers, and he remembered her heavy breaths, the way her body had responded to his touch.
The queen was turned on, and the fact that he was the one to do it, the one to bring her to this state of arousal, filled him with a newfound confidence. His hands went around, groping her ass cheeks, kneading and squeezing them with a possessive intensity. She groaned, her body pressing back against him, inviting him to take more.
"Looks like you do have some courage left," she purred, her voice laced with approval and desire.
He decided to take his chance, his only chance. Maybe, after she had used him for her pleasure, she would throw him away, cancel him. But what if there was a slight chance that he could make her crave for him? What if he could make her want him as much as he wanted her? That would be like reaching heaven.
He knew she liked being dominated, liked being fucked hard, and that was exactly what he was going to do to her. He was going to give her a night she would never forget, a night that would leave her begging for more.
With a growl, he spun her around, his hands gripping her hips, his cock pressing against her ass. She gasped, her body trembling with anticipation, her mind a whirlwind of sensations. He leaned in close, his breath hot against her ear.
"Is this what you want, my queen?" he whispered, his voice a low, demanding rumble. "Do you want me to fuck you hard, to make you scream?"
She moaned, her body arching back against him, her ass pressing against his cock. "Yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Yes, I want you to fuck me. I want you to make me scream."
And with that, he took her, his hips thrusting forward, his cock sliding into her wet, waiting pussy. She cried out, her body trembling, her mind a blur of pleasure and desire. And as he started to move, his hips thrusting in a rhythm that was both demanding and demanding, he knew that he had her, that she was his, and that he would do whatever it took to keep her that way.
He could feel her tight, hot pussy wrapped around his cock, the sensation sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body. He started to move, slowly at first, his hips thrusting forward, his cock sliding in and out of her wet, waiting pussy. He could feel her body responding to his touch, her pussy walls clenching and unclenching, molding to the shape of his cock.
With each thrust, she moaned, her body trembling and shivering, her mind a blur of sensations. The chatter from the other side of the room, the distant sounds of her colleagues, only served to heighten the eroticism of the moment, making her suppress her moans, her body trembling with the effort.
His cock, hard and thick, slid under her skirt, the fabric rustling with each movement. Her slender hands wrapped around his neck, her nails digging into his skin, her body bouncing with each thrust, her gasps filling the air.
He grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her head back, stretching her neck. She moaned, her eyes closing, her body arching back against him. He buried his head in her nape, inhaling her scent, a heady mix of sweat and arousal. His hips stopped, his cock halfway inside her, leaving her itching for more, craving the fullness of him.
He licked her neck, his tongue hot and wet against her skin, nibbling and sucking, leaving marks on her delicate flesh. She tried to fuck him herself, her hips moving, her body begging for more, but he held her in place, his grip on her hair tight, his control absolute.
"Please," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Please, give me more. I need more."
And with that, he started to move again, his hips thrusting in a rhythm that was both demanding and relentless. He could feel her body responding to his touch, her pussy clenching and unclenching around his cock, her body trembling and shivering with each thrust. And as he fucked her, his body slamming against hers, his cock filling her completely,
He finally let her have it, his hips thrusting forward, his cock sliding deep inside her, filling her completely. His fingers, deft and teasing, started to unbutton her shirt, one button at a time. With each button, his fingers traced along her chest, her cleavage, her stomach, until finally, her perky boobs were revealed, bouncing perfectly with each grind of her hips against his.
Her boobs were a perfect handful, round and soft, with nipple tapes covering her rock-hard nipples. He had heard from his girlfriend that IU hated wearing bras, and even now, as she was fucking him, her boobs bounced freely, the sight sending waves of desire coursing through his body.
He lowered his mouth, his tongue circling around her nipples, the sensation sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core. Her body arched back in his hands, her moans filling the tiny space, muffled and desperate. Her thighs tightened around his hips, ensuring that his cock went even deeper, her body craving more.
He licked his way down her abs, his hands clutching onto her tight ass cheeks, his fingers flicking and groping her breasts. He could feel her pussy tightening around his cock, her body trembling with each thrust, her mind a blur of sensations. He knew she was near, and the realization sent a thrill of excitement through him.
He started to pound inside her faster, his hips moving in a rhythm that was both demanding and relentless. His hands, meanwhile, were pulling and licking her body faster, his touch both gentle and demanding, his fingers teasing and tormenting her sensitive flesh.
Her moans grew louder, her body trembling and shivering, her mind a whirlwind of pleasure and desire. She was close, so close, and he could feel it, could feel her body responding to his touch, her pussy clenching and unclenching around his cock.
"Come for me, my queen," he whispered, his voice a low, demanding rumble. "Come for me, now."
And with that, she did, her body convulsing, her pussy clenching around his cock, her mind a blur of sensations. He followed soon after, his own release washing over him, his body trembling and shivering, his mind a whirlwind of pleasure and satisfaction.
Finally, her body tensed, her pussy clenching around his cock as she came, her orgasm intense and overwhelming. Her back arched, her breasts heaving, her nipples straining against the nipple tapes. Her thighs trembled, her body shaking with the force of her release, her mind a whirlwind of pleasure and satisfaction.
He could feel her pussy pulsing around him, the sensation almost too much to bear. He held on, his hands still on her boobs, playing and teasing, his fingers rolling her nipples between them, his touch both gentle and demanding. Her body was a vision of sex, her skin flushed, her hair disheveled, her eyes glazed with desire and satisfaction.
As the waves of her orgasm subsided, her body lost strength, her legs giving out beneath her. She slid down his body, her back against his chest, her ass pressing against his cock. He helped her to the floor, her body limp and sated, her mind a blur of sensations.
His cock, still hard and throbbing, stood in full glory, a testament to the intensity of their encounter. She looked at it, her eyes wide with wonder and desire, her mind racing with thoughts of their future together.
She thought about fucking her stylist's thick cock, about finally climaxing during sex after so many years of emptiness and frustration. The thought sent a thrill of satisfaction through her, a sense of accomplishment and empowerment. She was IU, after all, and she always got what she wanted.
And as she looked at his cock, she saw the promise of pleasure and power, and she made a decision. She would continue their affair, would take what she wanted, when she wanted it. And she would do it all without her stylist knowing, a secret pleasure, a forbidden fruit that was all hers.
She reached out, her hand wrapping around his cock, her fingers tracing the length of him. He groaned, his hips bucking against her touch, his body responding to her touch, her command. And as she started to stroke him, her mind made up, her body ready for more, she knew that she had him, that he was hers, and that she would do whatever it took to keep him that way.
Her bold personality shone through as she teased him, her hand wrapping around his cock, her fingers tracing the length of him. "You know," she purred, her voice a low, seductive purr, "I absolutely love fucking you. You're such a scumbag for cheating on your girlfriend, but damn, you know how to use this thing."
She stroked him, her hand moving up and down his shaft, her touch both gentle and demanding. Her other hand played with his balls, her fingers rolling them between them, her touch teasing and tormenting. He groaned, his hips bucking against her touch, his body responding to her command.
His hands, meanwhile, were teasing his sensitive head, his fingers tracing the crown, his touch light and teasing. He could feel the pleasure building, his body trembling with anticipation, his mind a whirlwind of sensations.
She could feel it, could feel him getting closer, his body tensing, his breath hitching. She stroked him faster, her hand moving in a rhythm that was both demanding and relentless. And with a groan, he came, his cock pulsing in her hand, stream after stream of cum spilling out, pooling in her palm.
She looked at him, a grin spreading across her face as she held up her palm, the evidence of his pleasure glistening in the dim light. "Well, well, well," she purred, her voice laced with satisfaction and amusement. "Look at all that. Do you always cum this much?"
He nodded, his body still trembling, his mind a blur of pleasure and satisfaction. "Yes," he gasped, his voice barely audible. "Every time."
She chuckled, a low, husky sound that sent shivers down his spine. "Hmm, I wonder how your girlfriend hasn't gotten pregnant yet. With all this cream pieing, it's a miracle she's not knocked up."
He shrugged, a smirk playing on his lips. "Maybe she just likes the taste too much to let it go to waste."
She laughed, a sound that was both seductive and mischievous. "Well, I certainly don't mind tasting it. I think I might just do that right now."
And with that, she leaned in, her tongue darting out, licking the cum from her palm, her eyes never leaving his. And as she tasted him, she savored the salty-sweet flavor of his pleasure.
As she licked the last drops of his cum from her palm, her eyes locked onto his, a fierce possessiveness burning in her gaze. She stood up, her body still trembling slightly from the intensity of their encounter, and straddled him, her thighs wrapping around his waist. His cock, still semi-hard, pressed against her inner thigh, a promise of more to come.
"Tell me," she whispered, her voice a low, demanding purr as she leaned in close, her breath hot against his ear. "Will you think about me when you're with her? Will you imagine it's me you're fucking?"
He swallowed hard, his throat dry, his mind racing. "Yes," he admitted, his voice barely a whisper. "All the time. I will not stop thinking about you, about this."
She smirked, a slow, seductive smile that sent shivers down his spine. "Good," she purred. "Because I want you to. I want you to think about me, to dream about me, to crave me. I want to be the only one on your mind when you're with her."
Her hands roamed his body, tracing the lines of his muscles, teasing and tormenting him. She leaned in, her lips brushing against his, her tongue darting out to taste him.
The next day, his girlfriend skipped into their house, her face flushed with excitement and happiness. "Guess what!" she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with joy. "IU spotted you at work and noticed how good you are. She's decided to give you a promotion as her personal PD!"
He smirked, a slow, knowing smile spreading across his face as he listened to her chatter. "Is that so?" he murmured, his voice laced with amusement and satisfaction. "How... convenient."
His mind drifted back to the previous night, to the intense, passionate encounter with IU. He could still feel her body against his, could still taste her on his lips, could still smell her scent on his skin. The promotion, he knew, was not a result of his work, but of his thick, large cock and the pleasure it had given her.
"She must have really been impressed," his girlfriend continued, her voice bubbling with pride. "I mean, IU doesn't just hand out promotions like that. You must have done something really amazing."
He chuckled, a low, husky sound that sent shivers down his spine. "Oh, I did something amazing, alright," he thought to himself, his cock twitching at the memory. "Something that will keep me ahead in life, that's for sure."
As his girlfriend rambled on about the promotion and the opportunities it would bring, he simply nodded, a smug smile playing on his lips. He knew the truth, and that was all that mattered. IU had given him this promotion, not because of his work, but because of the pleasure he had given her, the power he held over her. And he intended to use that power to take advantage of every opportunity it presented.
"Thank you, darling," he said, his voice laced with mock sincerity as he pulled her into a tight embrace. "I couldn't have done it without you."
And as he held her, his mind was already racing with thoughts of the future, of the power and pleasure that awaited him, all thanks to the thick, large cock that had gotten him this far.
