Bäcøn Thë (Un)Holy Præchër

Right now it was her ass’s turn to be filled again, so the dancer’s cock was relentlessly forcing its way into her no-longer-so-tight hole. The guy grabbed her by the thighs so he could thrust into her harder and bury his cock all the way to the base in her ass. She moaned and gasped louder, opening her mouth and sticking out her tongue like a bitch in heat.

Someone took the opportunity to shove his cock into her mouth, impaling her at both ends. At first, Rei choked, which made her clench her ass involuntarily. The guy who was fucking her back entrance moaned and came as he felt her sudden tightness.

Rei felt her ass being filled with cum for the umpteenth time that afternoon. She felt the heat spreading through her insides as more and more of that viscous fluid was poured inside her, mixing with the loads of many other dancers. Rei was exactly where she wanted to be.

The next thing she felt was the cock that had been fucking her ass so deliciously pulling out of her. The fingers exploring her pussy also withdrew, so that the cock and the hand seemed to belong to the same owner. Rei tried to see who it was, but one eye was still covered by the semen from the last load, and her entire field of vision in the other eye was limited to the abdomen of the person who was fucking her throat.

Strong hands gripped her on both sides of her head; Rei simply gave in, relaxing her throat muscles as much as she could. Just as she’d expected, the cock went as deep into her mouth as humanly possible, but this time she was prepared and didn’t choke, at least not as much. Or at least not enough to clench her ass involuntarily.

Relentless, just the way she liked it, the dancer fucked her mouth nonstop. Thrust after thrust, he rammed his cock down the idol’s throat as if it were a battering ram trying to break down a door; the guy only stopped when it became clear that Rei was gasping for air. It was just a few seconds’ respite so she could catch her breath, and then the thrusts resumed; it wasn’t long before another load of cum was deposited inside Rei.

The cock exploded, shooting cum straight down Rei’s throat; she wondered if that load would end up mixing with the one that had just filled her ass. Maybe that helped her swallow it all without too much trouble, just a slight cough when her throat was no longer being used as a sex toy.

Rei was released and fell face-first, one cheek resting on the floor and her ass still in the air. The eye that wasn’t covered in semen didn’t help her see any better, either, because sweat was drenching her face. Rei was completely at the mercy of whatever the dancers wanted to do to her, and that made her heart race in a sinister way.

She was about to protest because it seemed like everyone had forgotten about her. She could hear heavy breathing and people moving around her, but no one was using her holes or spilling their fluids on her. A shame, in her opinion.

Just as Rei had opened her mouth to speak and was halfway through forming a word, she felt soft hands part her buttocks and someone dive into her center to devour her. Her unfinished protest turned into a moan as a tongue began to explore her holes. With skillful movements, that tongue traced the contours of her pussy, drawing circles that came closer and closer to her entrance, until the tongue pulled away to explore her ass. The girl’s back entrance received the same treatment; the tongue explored it without hesitation, pressing and pushing its way inside.

Just when the girl thought all the attention would be focused on her back entrance, the person who was eating her ass slipped two fingers into her pussy. That’s when Rei realized she was dealing with a female dancer, her delicate hands left no room for doubt. Not to mention the way she knew exactly where to press with her fingers or her tongue.

Then another pair of hands grabbed and lifted Rei’s face. The girl instinctively opened her mouth to take a cock in, but instead her face slammed into a soaking wet pussy. Instantly, that person’s fluids mixed with the many others that were staining Rei’s face. She couldn’t help but smile as the vaginal fluids added to the delicious mix of flavors and scents soaking her beautiful face. She stuck out her tongue to give more pleasure to the dancer who was now using her face to masturbate.

Naoi Rei was being used as nothing more than a sex toy. Naoi Rei was happy; she was exactly where she wanted to be.

A/N: I just had to do this.

At that very moment, everyone else had gone out to buy lunch. You didn't want to go, so you asked someone to bring you a sandwich and a drink. Something quick to stave off hunger, because you weren't planning on working that late that day anyway.

Your phone vibrated again, letting you know your wife had texted you again. When you looked at the screen, you swallowed, grateful you were alone in the office. The message was empty of words. It was just a short video, where it was clear your wife wasn't wearing much clothing. Without even pressing play, you could see she was simply wearing a silk robe and panties, nothing else.

You scanned the office to see if anyone had returned, but you didn't see a soul; you were still alone. That gave you the courage to plug in your earbuds and put one in. You didn't want to be so reckless as to use both and not be able to hear if any of your colleagues came back.

Leaning back in your chair, you picked up your phone and pressed play on the video. Instantly, your wife began to move on the small screen, and you noticed that the phone was resting on some surface.

"Honey, I miss you so much." She said, leaning closer to the camera, making it clear she wasn't wearing a bra. Her breasts hung freely as she blew you a kiss through the camera. "This heat is unbearable without you," she added before ending the recording.

The city was being hit by a heat wave, one that had everyone stressed out. You were no exception. Your air conditioner had broken down and you hadn't been able to get it fixed, which meant that now Nayeon, your wife, was home alone enduring the relentless heat. It made you want to get out of the office even more, but you still had work to do before you could leave.

You sent her a quick message saying you'd be home soon, that she should just bear the heat until you arrived. Your phone vibrated before you could even put it down on your desk. As expected, it was another video.

This time Nayeon had placed her phone on the living room shelf, so you had a good view of her. "I'm so sweaty. The heat is killing me." To emphasize her point, she raised an arm, revealing her sweat-drenched armpit. That image alone, plus the familiar scent of your wife's sweat, made your pants bulge. In the video, Nayeon was now fanning herself with one hand, trying to escape the heat as she puffed. "I can't stand it." She added, running her hand over her armpit and then bringing it to her nose to smell it. She made a face of disgust that you knew was fake. She didn't like to admit it, but she enjoyed it just as much as you did when you sucked on her armpits.

Without realizing it, you were squeezing the bulge in your groin; the mere sight of your sweaty wife had been enough to make you lose control. Luckily, none of your colleagues had returned yet. The office was still as empty as before.

As you were adjusting your erection so it wouldn't bother you, a new video came in. You wasted no time opening it and realized that Nayeon had gotten rid of her robe; now all she was wearing were panties, which didn't really cover much of her anatomy.

"I'm so sweaty," she said in the video, turning around and raising her arms so you could see the fine layer of transpiration covering her body. Even though it was a video, the sweat was clearly visible, giving your wife a special glow that was driving you wild.

To continue the torture, you watched as Nayeon turned her back to the camera, spreading her buttocks to show you how sweaty her ass was. Even though the thong she was wearing covered it almost completely, you could still see the wrinkled edges of her sweat-covered anus. That made you unconsciously rub your erection through your clothes.

You could almost smell the scent of that beautiful ass filling your nostrils, and your wife's buttocks pressed against your face. You'd eaten her ass so many times that its taste practically lived in your mouth, and you knew very well that the sweat only intensified its natural essence.

You leaned back in your chair, resisting the urge to just whip out your cock and jerk off right there. It would be so easy to come to the videos Nayeon was sending you, but that was so wrong. Of course, masturbating in your cubicle was strictly against the company rules. Not really, but it was implied in the company's code of conduct. That's why it felt so good to rub the bulge that had formed in your pants, because it was forbidden.

For a moment you considered going to the bathroom and dealing with your erection, releasing some tension so you could continue working in peace, but you quickly dismissed the idea. Masturbating in the bathroom was only slightly better than doing it right there; it was wrong anyway. Besides, you were likely to run into someone on the way, and then it would be difficult to hide how hard you were because your pants were barely containing your erection. You decided the best thing to do was simply forget about it; surely after a while you would relax and everything would go back to normal.

What you didn't know was that your wife would keep sending you videos, though you should have expected it. She was and attention seeker, and you loved her for it, but sometimes she wouldn't stop messaging you about even the smallest things. This time, however, her messages came loaded with something that instantly demanded your full attention.

The next video arrived a few minutes later, making you immediately interrupt the rhythmic dance of your fingers on the keyboard. You stopped typing to focus on your wife's new message, but not before glancing at the front door. Still, no one was there.

Nayeon was still in the same state of near-total nakedness, but this time she was holding something in her hand. When she raised it, you could see it was a popsicle, mango flavored to be exact. "This is the only thing that helps me a little with the heat," you heard Nayeon say through your earbud. She then licked the popsicle, a lick that was charged with eroticism and a clear intention to drive you wild. She had always loved turning small, innocent things into obscene acts to give you an erection, and then acting like nothing had happened. She mostly did this in public, but making sure no one else saw her; that side of her was just a show for your eyes. These things almost always ended with you so aroused that you had to rush home, where you fucked your wife like an animal. She never complained about it.

On your phone's small screen, you could see Nayeon sucking on the popsicle. Not sucking it like someone would to eat it and enjoy its refreshing taste, but instead, she was giving it a blowjob. Her lips were sealed around the popsicle as she moved her head the same way she did when she sucked your cock. You could even see the exact same expression on her face and shine on her eyes.

She didn't say anything else. Instead, she just kept sucking on the popsicle while staring at the camera, looking at you through the phone screen. She only broke eye contact to lean back, shoving centimeter by centimeter the popsicle into her mouth as far as she could. With a touch of pride, you watched as your wife swallowed the entire thing, leaving only the stick stick out. In her throat, you could see a bulge that shouldn't be there, just like the bulge in your pants.

Nayeon kept moving the popsicle in and out of her mouth without changing position, letting you see the bulge that formed in her throat every time she pushed it all the way down. Just like when she sucked your cock and swallowed it whole length. Your member throbbed at the memory of the enveloping wetness of your wife's throat. If she kept this up her videos were going to drive you crazy, and maybe even to get fired.

The friction of her sucking on the popsicle was melting it. Mango-colored drops ran down your wife's cheeks, then trickled down her neck and onto her chest. Now not only sweat but also melted ice cream coated your wife's breasts, making your desire for her uncontrollable. You needed to suck on her tits right now, to feel the contrast between the saltiness of her sweat and the sweetness of the popsicle.

Without realizing it, you started rubbing your erection vigorously, practically masturbating through your clothes. Not being able to pull out and come properly for your wife felt like torture. Right now, you couldn't think of anything but her and her hot body. You wanted your wife on top of you, bouncing on your cock while her beautiful face contorted with pleasure. But unfortunately, you were at work, and there was no room for those kinds of lustful thoughts there.

For a second, your heart leaped into your throat when, out of the corner of your eye, you caught a glimpse of someone in the doorway. Luckily, it was someone from another department just passing through, not one of your colleagues returning. Even so, it made you reconsider what you were doing and put your phone down.

You started typing, thinking that your colleagues could return at any moment and that you hadn't made much progress. Trying not to look at your phone, you kept entering data, pressing key after key to advance your work. After all, that's what you were there for, instead of texting your wife.

The minutes passed quietly as you continued working, nothing unusual happening. Your colleagues didn't return, and Nayeon didn't send you any more messages. No videos, nothing; your wife had completely cut off communication with you. Perhaps she was angry because you hadn't replied to her last message, and that was why she wasn't saying anything, or perhaps she was plotting something and it wasn't the right time to reveal what she was doing.

Your fears were confirmed when your phone vibrated once again. The sound startled you, pulling you out of the trance your work had put you in. At least this time you'd managed to make some progress before she interrupted you again. Thinking you'd find a message from her reproaching you for not replying, you unlocked your phone. You were wrong; Nayeon had sent you another video.

The new video was longer than the previous one, much longer. It was clear your wife had been busy while you were working. She was in the same place as before, still wearing only sweat-soaked panties and with a stained chest, but now she was holding a new popsicle. Unlike the previous one, this one was freshly opened, so it hadn't touched her lips yet.

Nayeon turned around and took a few steps back to the couch behind her. It was only a few steps, but you immediately felt your cock become impossibly hard as you watched your wife's ass sway. Her buttocks rose and fell with each step, bouncing hypnotically. Despite doing Pilates constantly, Nayeon didn't deny herself life's pleasures, so despite the physical activity, her abdomen remained smooth, her thighs fleshy, and her ass round and slightly plump. It was a beautiful and exciting combination; your wife's body was truly fiery. Not only in your opinion, it would be easy to believe that since you loved her, but in the opinion of many others. You couldn't help but notice how she always turned heads, especially when she wore jeans.

She slumped heavily onto the armchair and sprawled out, more reclining than sitting, staring at the camera. Soon the popsicle touched her lips, and she gave it a blowjob just like before, only this time it was shorter. Now Nayeon didn't suck the popsicle until it melted in her mouth, but instead dragged it across her chest, playing with her nipples, which, despite the small screen, you could see were hard. Whispered directly into your ear, you heard your wife's moans. You didn't need a bigger screen to know she was enjoying this immensely.

You didn't know when you put your hand inside your pants. Maybe it was when Nayeon was playing with the popsicle over her left nipple, leaving more stains on her chest, or when she started moving down her abdomen, clearly heading south. The truth was, now that she was running the popsicle over her crotch, covered by her thong, you were holding your erection directly. You felt your member throbbing against your hand, crying out for release. Your cock wanted to be free and for you to touch it properly. To masturbate as the video your wife had sent you deserved. But the risk of doing it right there was so great that you just limited yourself to squeezing your cock.

Your wife's next move was to hold the popsicle between her lips as she removed her underwear. The thong was tossed aside, out of frame, before Nayeon settled herself on the couch, placing one leg on the armrest and the other on the floor. Her nakedness revealed her exposed pussy, completely shaved and glistening with her own moisture. Its folds gleamed with a pearly sheen that made you lick your lips, remembering how delicious her fluids were.

To make her pussy even more delicious, Nayeon ran the popsicle up and down between her folds. Instantly, a shiver ran through her body and a moan escaped her lips, which didn't stop her from continuing to rub the popsicle against her pussy to make it wetter. Holding your breath, you watched as your wife pressed the popsicle against her opening and finally inserted it into her cunt. A moan much louder than the previous ones marked the exact moment the cold spread through her. The popsicle disappeared completely inside your wife's body amidst her moans and shivers.

Using the makeshift dildo, Nayeon pleasured herself. Holding the popsicle by the stick, she frantically and constantly thrust it in and out of her vagina, relentlessly pleasuring herself with the unlikely object.

The sloshing sound wasn't just from Nayeon's nectar, but also from the juice the popsicle was leaving as it melted. It was undeniable that her pussy must be burning with pleasure, a stark contrast to the ice-cold popsicle, which was melting and staining your wife's body with its juice. Right now, you'd give anything to dive between her legs and enjoy the extraordinary mix of flavors that must be happening inside your wife's pussy.

The sad thing was that you were stuck at work, with your pants open and your cock in your hand… With your pants open? When had you unzipped them and pulled out your cock? You couldn't remember, nor did you want to; right now all your attention was focused on your wife's actions, who was still masturbating in the video.

While your wife used the popsicle to pleasure herself, you used your own hand to stroke the length of your member. With slow movements that contrasted sharply with Nayeon's, you shamelessly masturbated at your workplace, sitting in your cubicle where anyone could see you. Your wife had you so mesmerized that she made you forget the worry of being caught in such a morbid act in a place where it was obviously not allowed, but you were sure you would be able to hear if someone approached. Your coworkers were usually quite noisy, especially during lunch, so it wouldn't be difficult for you to hear their jokes and laughter when they returned to the office. You were convinced you could tuck your cock back into your pants before anyone saw what you were doing.

Little by little, the popsicle melted thanks to Nayeon's actions. The juice stained and ran down her thigh, mingling with her clear nectar. You couldn't help but regret not being there to lick the mess she was making on her skin. All those vaginal fluids, that popsicle juice, the sweat from the heat… Even without tasting it, the flavor seemed delicious.

Perhaps to give her pussy a break from the cold, Nayeon pulled the popsicle out, but it didn't stay out for long. This time, she put it in her mouth, sucking her own nectar from the surface, while she used her other hand to rub her clit. She drew circles over the delicate bundle of nerves and occasionally moved down to rub her folds. Sometimes she parted them with her fingers so you could see her opening. It was obvious how her pussy throbbed with pleasure.

Now reduced in size, the popsicle went back inside your wife's cunt. She inserted it in one swift motion, just as you'd seen her do many times with toys and your own cock. Of course, this time it was much easier for her given the size of the improvised toy; in any case, the cold added something extra that compensated for its lack of size.

Your wife's hand was moving faster than before; it was clear she'd grown accustomed to the sensation of having the popsicle inside her. While she played with her breasts, she continued to masturbate frantically, while you stroked your member more slowly.

By this point, you had already fully taken out your penis and leaned back in your chair. You were masturbating properly, no short, furtive movements. Your hand was tracing its entire length at a speed that gradually increased. Soon you were masturbating almost as fast as your wife in the video.

Nayeon was completely sprawled on the couch, overcome with pleasure. She couldn't stand up, and probably didn't want to. Her moans were proof of how much she was enjoying it, masturbating for you in an impromptu video using a toy that wasn't really a toy.

On your phone screen, you watched Nayeon pull the popsicle out of her now fully melted, leaving only the stick on her hand. The ice had completely melted, leaving a trail of juice mixed with your wife's natural fluids. Her crotch was a mess of different delicious fluids, soaking her completely.

The stick was tossed aside, discarded after it had served its purpose. Now Nayeon was spreading her folds again with the fingers of both hands, offering you her throbbing, swollen cunt. Her opening was clearly visible and agape, inviting you to taste it, to replace the popsicle with your own anatomy. But the distance between your bodies only allowed you to masturbate faster.

Lying on the couch as she was, you couldn't really see Nayeon's face. You could only make out her open mouth as she moaned, and she was probably pulling those obscene faces that came over her when the pleasure was too much.

Your wife's fingers stopped opening her cunt and instead began to draw circles. One hand on her clitoris and the other on her folds, pleasuring herself with her new actions. The moans returned immediately, matching the rhythm of what her hands were doing.

Soon, just caresses on the outside of her pussy weren't enough for Nayeon; she effortlessly slid two fingers into her opening. Her pussy eagerly received them, tightening around them as her other hand continued to caress her clit. The fingers moved in and out the same way you moved your hand over your hard cock, except your wife's fingers made a sloshing sound that the phone picked up even from a distance.

Your wife's words reached you muffled by pleasure, both yours and hers; you were both consumed by passion and sexual desire. Nayeon called out to you, moaning that she needed you there, that she wanted your cock instead of her fingers. Unfortunately, right now all you could do was masturbate while watching the video she had sent you. A video that was far better than any porn that could possibly exist.

The confirmation that those two fingers weren't enough for your wife came when she contorted herself strangely to reach behind her body with her other hand, now caressing her rear entrance. Despite everything, you could clearly see Nayeon inserting and withdrawing her fingers from her vagina while her other hand drew circles over her anus. That small entrance was also soaked; the mixture of fluids and juices from her vagina had completely coated it.

You almost came thinking about the mix of flavors and delicious smells that your wife's ass would be right now. All covered in her own nectar mingling with the sweat from her buttocks and the juice from the popsicle. You truly regretted not being there to devour your beloved wife's holes.

One of the fingers massaging her anus ventured further. Hesitant at first, it only slipped a little inside your wife's anus, but soon gained confidence and went all the way in. The symphony of sounds that finger coaxed from your wife was simply delicious, a delight almost as wonderful as watching her pleasure herself with her own fingers. At uneven rhythms, both hands worked to lift Nayeon to the heights of ecstasy she was experiencing, while your hand did the same to you.

It was obvious Nayeon wanted more; she always did. There was an insatiable nature to your wife that only made you love her more. This time, that craving manifested itself when she added a third finger to her pussy and, at the same time, another to her ass. You were sure she could take more fingers in both holes, you'd seen her do it, but for now, that seemed to be enough. Perhaps Nayeon was already dangerously close to her limit, and more fingers would only have made things more difficult. As she herself had told you, it wasn't always about stretching herself; sometimes it was more about the skill of hitting the right spots.

Now you didn't care about any of that. Your hand moved frantically over your cock; you were pretty sure you'd soon reach climax. If you were lucky, maybe you'd even come at the same time as your wife, that would be wonderful. Coming together while both of you masturbated, thinking about each other was such a deeply connection only a loving couple like you could reach.

Nayeon moaned directly into your ear thanks to the earbud that carried those beautiful sounds to you. It was a shame you couldn't make a sound; you could only gasp softly as your breath grew more and more rapid from the effort of moving your hand. You so desperately wanted to moan directly into your wife's mouth, to make your lips meet and your breaths become one as pleasure engulfed you, carrying you to the point of no return: climax.

Right now, the video showed Nayeon pleasuring herself with both hands at a steady, unstoppable pace. You knew her well and knew she wouldn't last much longer. The almost imperceptible trembling in her thigh, the way her moans were punctuated by gasps, the way her fingers became clumsy at times, all of it told you so. Only you could read those signs and understand that her orgasm was imminent. You gripped your cock, anticipating what was coming.

Just as you predicted, your wife reached her climax. Her moans rose to such a high pitch they could practically shatter glass. Her body was engulfed in spasms as her holes tightened to squeeze her fingers. She couldn't take it anymore and had to pull her hand out of her pussy. Along with her fingers, a jet of fluid shot out, spraying everywhere. A few drops even stained the camera and partially blurred your view of your wife. All you could see was that she was sprawled out even more than before on the couch, and that she still had her fingers inside her ass.

Nayeon's moans echoing in your ear and her fluids spilling everywhere were what brought you to your climax as well. Trying not to ejaculate all over the office, you squeezed the tip of your cock while closing your lips tightly to stifle any sound. Drop by drop, the semen spurted from your cock, flooding your hand. There was so much that you couldn't contain it, and it began to seep through your fingers, dripping down onto your underwear.

You didn't come at the same time, but it was very close. You caught up with your wife just moments later, so now you were both panting heavily, trying to catch your breath. At different paces, but together, like the couple you were.

You could barely see Nayeon slipping to the floor and sucking on her fingers, from both hands. She kept switching hands and flavors, sometimes sucking on fingers dripping with her own juices, other times curling her tongue around the fingers that had been inside her asshole. Watching your wife clean every trace of herself from her fingers reminded you that maybe you should clean yourself up too. Of course, you weren't going to eat your own semen, not here, but you should at least clean your hand.

You tried to sit up straight in your chair as your heart leapt into your throat and you almost jumped, managing to stifle a gasp of surprise at the last second. Standing beside you was your coworker, Mina, whom you had asked to bring you a sandwich. She placed your order on your desk and leaned close to your ear to whisper, "I won't tell anyone if you send me the video." She then straightened up and walked to her cubicle, where she sat down in her assigned chair. "Hurry up, the others will be here soon." Mina gave you a smile as she playfully pointed at the hand you were still using to hold your penis and then moved close to her desk.

You froze, unable to move or say a word, your hand still covered in semen. Before you could react, you heard your coworkers laughing as they approached down the hall. Not knowing what to do, you thought this was the end, that you'd be found out and in a couple of hours you'd be on your way home with your things in a box and a permanent mark on your resume. Luckily for you, Mina tossed you a pack of tissues as she headed for the door, trying to help you hide what you'd just done.

It didn't go unnoticed by you how she moved her lips without uttering a word, but you could clearly understand what she wanted to say. "Send me the video and no one will find out."

A/N: This was sitting on my mind for over a year or so, I don't really remember, so I'm happy I finally was able to write it. Nayeon is always so fun to write and no matter what naughty thing you make her go through you know she can endure it.

Maybe the photos I used as cover, or rather seeing her with that outfit, was what finally pushed me to write this. Recently nayeon has been really hot, more than the usual to be fair with her.