K-Pop Pet: Blow Job Queen
Mi Cha’s world had cracked open like a forbidden fruit, juicy and dripping with secrets she couldn’t quite swallow. The guilt gnawed at her, but so did the hunger, that relentless ache between her thighs that no amount of stage lights or fan screams could drown out. Two days without release, without the salty tang of cum on her tongue or the stretch of a thick cock filling her up—it was torture. And now, here she was, in a dingy Bangkok adult shop, the air thick with the musky scent of latex and desperation, her heart pounding like a bass drop in one of her tracks.
Chapter 1: The First Taste of Anonymity 🔥
Aera’s laugh echoed off the peeling walls, sharp and teasing, as she locked the door behind her. “Shit, you started without me? Look at you, already on your knees like a pro.” Her eyes sparkled with mischief, the kind that said she knew exactly how deep Mi Cha’s cravings ran. The room smelled of stale smoke and something faintly chemical, the kind of odor that clung to your skin long after you left.
Mi Cha’s cheeks burned, but she didn’t pull away from the cock throbbing in her hand. It was hardening fast now, veins pulsing under her fingers, the skin warm and slightly salty against her palm. She glanced up at Aera, who was already fishing tokens from her purse, her skirt swishing softly. “I… it just popped through. What was I supposed to do?” Her voice came out breathy, excuses tumbling like they always did when her body betrayed her mind.
“Suck it, that’s what,” Aera grinned, slotting the tokens into the TV. The screen flickered to life, filling the dim space with moans and wet slaps from a gangbang scene—women on their knees, faces glazed with cum. The sound hit Mi Cha like a wave, her pussy clenching in response. She leaned in, lips parting, and took the stranger’s dick deeper, the girth stretching her mouth just enough to make her eyes water. The taste exploded on her tongue: musky, a hint of sweat from the Bangkok heat, and that underlying bitterness that always made her crave more.
“Oh fuck, yeah, just like that,” the man groaned from the other side, his voice muffled but urgent, like he was pressing his ear to the wall. Mi Cha bobbed slowly at first, savoring the slide, the way it filled her cheeks. Her saliva dripped down the shaft, making obscene wet sounds that mixed with the porn on screen. Aera watched, biting her lip, her hand slipping under her skirt. “You’re a natural, Cha. Look at how he’s twitching already.”
Mi Cha hummed around the cock, the vibration drawing another moan. Her free hand slipped between her own legs, pressing against the denim of her jeans, but it wasn’t enough. The floor was cold and gritty under her knees, biting into her skin through the thin fabric, a sharp contrast to the heat building in her core. She sucked harder, tongue swirling the head, chasing that moment when he’d lose control.
Aera knelt beside her, close enough that Mi Cha could smell her perfume—sweet vanilla cutting through the room’s funk. “My turn next? Or you gonna hog it all?” Aera’s fingers brushed Mi Cha’s arm, electric, sending shivers down her spine.
Before Mi Cha could answer, the cock pulsed, hot spurts hitting the back of her throat. She swallowed greedily, the thick, creamy load coating her tongue, warm and viscous. It was over too soon, the dick softening and withdrawing with a wet pop. Mi Cha licked her lips, tasting the remnants, her body buzzing with unspent need. “God, that was… intense.”
Aera chuckled, pulling her up. “Intense? That’s just the appetizer. Wait till you see what else is back here.” She nodded toward the right hole, where shadows shifted. The air hummed with possibility, the TV droning on with cries of ecstasy that mirrored Mi Cha’s racing pulse.
As they waited, Mi Cha’s mind raced back to the Disney audition—the execs’ rough hands, their grunts as they used her like a toy. Guilt flickered, but it was drowned by the slick heat pooling in her panties. Aera’s hand on her shoulder felt like permission, like absolution. “You okay?” Aera whispered, her breath hot against Mi Cha’s ear.
“Yeah,” Mi Cha lied, her voice husky. “Never better.” But inside, she knew this was just the beginning of falling deeper.
Chapter 2: Double the Temptation 💋
The second cock emerged slower, tentative at first, like it was testing the waters. It was longer than the first, veined and curving slightly upward, the head already glistening with pre-cum that caught the faint light from the TV. Mi Cha’s mouth watered again, an involuntary response, her body remembering the rhythm all too well. The room’s air grew thicker, laced with the sharp tang of arousal now mingling with the earlier scents.
Aera didn’t waste time. “Ladies first? Nah, let’s share.” She dropped to her knees beside Mi Cha, their shoulders brushing, the contact sending sparks through Mi Cha’s skin. Aera’s skirt hiked up, revealing smooth thighs, and Mi Cha caught a whiff of her friend’s wetness—earthy, inviting. “You take the tip, I’ll work the shaft. Teamwork makes the dream work, right?”
Mi Cha nodded, mesmerized, leaning in as Aera’s hand wrapped around the base. Their lips met the cock at the same time, a messy collision of tongues and breaths. Aera’s mouth was soft, experienced, her tongue flicking out to lap at the underside while Mi Cha sucked the head, drawing it in with a gentle pull. The man on the other side gasped, a low “Holy shit” rumbling through the wall, vibrating the air.
“Mmm, tastes good,” Aera murmured against the skin, her words vibrating through Mi Cha’s lips. The shared heat was intoxicating—the slick slide of saliva, the way their cheeks brushed, soft and warm. Mi Cha’s hand found Aera’s knee, squeezing, feeling the muscle tense under her touch. The floor dug into her knees harder now, a dull ache that only heightened the pleasure, turning pain into fuel.
“Deeper, sluts,” the voice demanded, rougher now, emboldened. Mi Cha’s pussy throbbed at the word, that trigger flipping like a switch. She took more, gagging slightly as it hit her throat, tears pricking her eyes. Aera laughed softly, her free hand cupping Mi Cha’s breast through her shirt, thumb circling the hardening nipple. “See? You love being called that. Don’t deny it.”
Mi Cha pulled back, gasping, strings of spit connecting her lips to the glistening cock. “Shut up,” she whispered, but there was no heat in it, just a breathless laugh. She dove back in, their mouths working in tandem now, sloppy and urgent. The sounds filled the room—wet sucks, muffled moans from the TV, the man’s heavy breathing like distant thunder.
Aera’s fingers slipped higher, brushing Mi Cha’s inner thigh. “You’re soaked through your jeans. Want me to help?” Her voice was a purr, low and teasing, eyes locked on Mi Cha’s.
“Yes,” Mi Cha breathed, popping off the cock for a second. Aera’s hand dove between her legs, pressing firmly, rubbing circles that made Mi Cha whimper. The touch was electric, fingers deft and knowing, pushing her closer to the edge she’d denied herself for days.
The cock erupted suddenly, ropes of cum splattering across both their faces—hot, sticky, landing on cheeks and lips. Mi Cha licked it off instinctively, the salty bitterness mixing with Aera’s vanilla scent. Aera wiped a streak from her chin, sucking her finger clean with a wink. “Delicious. Your turn to return the favor?”
Mi Cha’s heart hammered, the room spinning with aftershocks. But as another shadow moved at the hole, she knew she wasn’t done. Not by a long shot. The gloryhole had unlocked something feral, and Aera’s grin promised it would only get wilder.
Their laughter mingled, light and dirty, as they caught their breath. Mi Cha tasted the stranger on her skin, felt the cool air drying the mess on her face. It was filthy, freeing, and she wanted more—needed it to quiet the storm inside.
Chapter 3: Toys and Torments
Back in the shop’s main aisle, the fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting harsh shadows on shelves lined with vibrators, dildos, and lubes in every color. The air here was cleaner, scented with artificial cherry from display bottles, but Mi Cha’s face still burned with the remnants of their adventure. Cum dried sticky on her skin, a secret badge she wiped at discreetly with a tissue Aera handed her.
“That was insane,” Mi Cha said, her voice a mix of awe and embarrassment, words tumbling out unevenly. She picked up a sleek purple vibrator, turning it over in her hands, the silicone cool and smooth. It hummed to life with a flick, the vibration buzzing up her arm like a promise.
Aera snatched a massive black dildo from the rack—ten inches, ridged, with a suction base that made Mi Cha’s eyes widen. “This is my fuck monster. But you need something personal. Something to tide you over till the next real cock.” She leaned in close, her breath warm on Mi Cha’s neck, whispering, “Or till I drag you back here.”
Mi Cha’s laugh was nervous, shaky, but her body betrayed her again, nipples pebbling under her shirt. The shop clerk, a bored middle-aged woman with tattoos snaking up her arms, eyed them without comment, the faint jingle of the door bell announcing another customer somewhere distant. Mi Cha imagined the sounds from the back room echoing in her mind—the slurps, the grunts—making her thighs clench.
“What about this?” Aera held up a rabbit vibrator, dual heads winking under the lights. “Hits all the spots. clit and G, baby.” Her eyes danced, crude and playful, pulling Mi Cha into the fantasy.
“I… yeah, okay.” Mi Cha’s fingers trembled as she added it to the basket, along with some lube that smelled faintly of strawberries. The checkout was quick, the clerk’s monotone voice droning prices, but Mi Cha’s skin prickled with awareness, every rustle of packaging like a caress.
Outside, the Bangkok night enveloped them, humid air wrapping around their bodies like a lover’s arms. Street vendors hawked spicy noodles, the sizzle and steam carrying scents of garlic and chili that made Mi Cha’s mouth water—not for food, but for the heat she’d just tasted. They hurried back to the hotel, bags swinging, giggles bubbling up like champagne.
In Mi Cha’s room, the door clicked shut, sealing them in privacy. Aera flopped onto the bed, kicking off her shoes, toes flexing against the crisp sheets. “Show me how you use it. I wanna see that famous K-pop ass in action.”
Mi Cha hesitated, heart thumping, but the pull was too strong. She stripped slowly, jeans pooling at her feet, revealing lace panties soaked through. The air was cool on her heated skin, goosebumps rising as Aera watched, hungry. “Like this?” Mi Cha slid the vibrator between her folds, the buzz igniting nerves like fireworks.
Aera’s hand dipped into her own skirt, mirroring. “Fuck, yes. Deeper, Cha. Pretend it’s one of those gloryhole dicks.”
The words sent Mi Cha spiraling, hips bucking as the toy plunged in, stretching her with relentless vibration. She moaned, loud and unfiltered, the sound raw in the quiet room. Taste of salt on her lips from earlier, touch of cool air on wet skin, sight of Aera’s flushed face—it all blurred into ecstasy. Her orgasm crashed hard, body arching, cries echoing like a private concert.
Aera joined her soon after, their shared breaths ragged, bodies tangled in the aftermath. “Told you toys are magic,” Aera panted, kissing Mi Cha’s shoulder softly. But Mi Cha knew toys were just placeholders. The real hunger? It waited in the shadows, growing.
Chapter 4: Manager’s Return and Reckoning
The next morning hit like a hangover, sunlight slicing through hotel curtains, Mi Cha’s body sore in the best ways—knees bruised from the floor, throat a little raw, pussy tender from the toy’s assault. She stretched, sheets whispering against her naked skin, the faint scent of Aera’s perfume lingering on the pillow. Last night replayed in flashes: shared sucks, mutual masturbation, confessions whispered in the dark. It felt like a dream, but the ache between her legs said otherwise.
Her phone buzzed—manager’s name on the screen. “Back in town. Meet me in the lobby. We need to talk Disney.” Dread coiled in her gut, mixing with a traitorous spark of anticipation. She showered quick, water scalding her skin, soap lathering away the evidence but not the memories. Dressed in a simple sundress, fabric light and teasing against her thighs, she descended.
He was there, older, paunchy, eyes sharp behind glasses. The lobby hummed with tourists, chatter and coffee scents filling the space, but his gaze pinned her like a spotlight. “Room. Now.” His voice was low, commanding, no room for argument.
Upstairs, door locked, he didn’t waste words. “You got the part. Disney’s thrilled.” He smirked, stepping closer, his cologne overpowering—musky, cheap. “But they want more auditions. Private ones.”
Mi Cha’s breath hitched, backing against the wall, the cool plaster a shock. “What do you want?” She knew, but saying it made it real.
“On your knees, cum slut.” The words hit like a slap, her knees buckling almost on their own. She sank, dress riding up, exposing her. His zipper rasped, cock springing free—thick, familiar, already leaking. The scent hit her: sweat, arousal, power.
“Suck it like you mean it. Show me you’re still my pet.” He grabbed her hair, guiding her forward. Mi Cha’s lips parted, taking him in, the girth stretching her jaw. She worked him slow at first, tongue tracing veins, tasting the pre-cum’s bitterness. His groans filled the room, rough and demanding. “That’s it, K-pop whore. Deeper.”
She gagged, tears streaming, but pushed on, throat relaxing around him. The carpet burned her knees, a fresh ache, while his hips thrust, face-fucking her with no mercy. Saliva dripped, soaking her chin, the wet slaps echoing. Her hand slipped under her dress, fingers circling her clit, chasing release amid the humiliation.
“You love this, don’t you? Blackmailed bitch.” He pulled out, slapping her cheek with his wet cock, the sting sharp and thrilling. Cum erupted across her face, hot ropes landing on eyelids, lips, dripping down. She licked what she could, body shuddering into her own climax, muffled moans escaping.
He zipped up, leaving her there, messy and spent. “Clean up. Concert tonight. And no touching yourself till after.” The door clicked shut, leaving silence and the taste of him on her tongue. Mi Cha wiped her face, guilt crashing back, but so did the high. Aera’s texts lit her phone: Ready for round two tonight? She smiled weakly. The depravity deepened, pulling her under.
The stage awaited, lights hot on her skin, fans screaming. But under the makeup, she felt the dried cum, a secret thrill vibrating through every dance move.
Chapter 5: Band of Sluts and the Ultimate Surrender
The concert was electric, adrenaline surging through Mi Cha’s veins like liquid fire. Spotlights blinded her, sweat slicking her skin under the skimpy outfit—crop top clinging, shorts riding high. The crowd’s roar was deafening, a wall of sound that vibrated in her chest, drowning the manager’s commands echoing in her head. She moved flawlessly tonight, body loose from the morning’s release, hips grinding to the beat with a newfound edge.
Backstage, the air was thick with exertion—sweat, hairspray, the faint metallic tang of lights. Aera caught her eye first, pulling her into a hug that lingered too long, bodies pressing close. “You were on fire out there. That glow? From last night?” Her whisper was hot against Mi Cha’s ear, fingers trailing down her back.
Duri and the others hovered, towels draped, water bottles crunching. “What happened? You nailed it,” Duri said, her usual glare softened, voice laced with curiosity. The bandmates—four of them, each a piece of Mi Cha’s fractured world—sensed the shift, the unspoken energy crackling.
In the dressing room, doors locked, confessions spilled like champagne. Aera started it, casual as ever. “Mi Cha and I had some fun yesterday. Gloryhole style. Who’s in for details?” Gasps rippled, but eyes lit with interest. Mi Cha’s face flamed, but she didn’t stop it, the vulnerability twisting into arousal.
“Wait, seriously?” Ji Woo, the youngest, leaned in, her ponytail swinging, scent of vanilla body spray wafting. “Tell us everything.”
Aera obliged, words painting the scene vivid: the cocks, the tastes, the shared moans. Mi Cha added bits, voice shaky, describing the stretch, the heat, how it felt to swallow strangers. The room heated, hands fidgeting, breaths quickening. Duri’s hand found Mi Cha’s thigh, squeezing. “You’ve been holding out on us. Manager’s been using you, hasn’t he?”
Mi Cha nodded, tears pricking, but Duri pulled her close, lips brushing her neck. “We all have secrets. Let’s make this ours.” Clothes shed in a frenzy, fabrics rustling to the floor. Bodies tangled—soft curves, hard nipples, the slick sounds of fingers exploring.
Aera’s tongue on Mi Cha’s pussy was heaven, wet and insistent, lapping at her folds while Ji Woo sucked her tits, teeth grazing. The tastes mingled: salty sweat, sweet arousal, the faint strawberry from lube. Touches everywhere—fingers plunging, nails scraping backs, breaths hot and ragged.
“Fuck me with that toy,” Mi Cha begged Duri, who obliged, the vibrator buzzing deep, stretching her wide. Orgasms chained, one after another, cries bouncing off mirrors. Duri’s turn next, Mi Cha’s mouth on her, tongue delving into the wet heat, tasting her friend’s essence—tangy, addictive.
The manager burst in later, eyes widening at the orgy. But instead of shock, a grin. “My sluts. Room for one more?” He dropped his pants, cock hard. They swarmed him—Mi Cha on her knees again, sucking while Aera rode his face, others grinding against thighs.
It devolved into chaos: cocks in mouths, pussies filled, asses slapped. Cum everywhere—on faces, tits, dripping from holes. Mi Cha took him last, bent over, his thrusts brutal, hitting deep. “You’re mine, all of you,” he growled, but the girls’ laughter said otherwise. They owned this now, together.
As the night faded, bodies spent and sticky, Mi Cha lay entwined with Aera, the room reeking of sex—musk, cum, satisfaction. No more guilt, just the hum of shared depravity. The K-pop world spun on, but in this bed, they were queens—blow job royalty, unashamed and unbound.
The Disney call came at dawn, sealing her fate. But with her band of sluts at her side, Mi Cha embraced the fall, one filthy thrill at a time.
