This choice: Drinking more, Jisoo grows dominant and cruel. • Go Back...Chapter #7How you like that? by: Juliet   There you remained, increasingly adhered to Jisoo’s pinky by a congealing layer of sweat and the saliva that ran down your drooling mouth and onto your naked body. Scores the defined the spiral patterns of the digit readily absorbed your perspiration so that you could feed from the salty flesh like a commensal pleasure-machine symbiotically divining the idol’s reciprocation for your lust. She took care to move her mouse gently, but was mostly uncaring toward your presence.
As the sun fell, the solitary source of light that remained was the dull glow of Jisoo’s monitor. The beams from that digital aura cast fractalizing RGB-streams onto empty aluminum cans. She picked up a half-full one and took another swig for as the night had continued she’d only drank more and more to forget about the day behind her. Although just earlier it had been easy to disregard the tick-man, she was feeling somewhat… bothered at the constant prodding sensation of your crotch against her.
Slipping her headphones off, she reached over to flick on a lamp and turned her hand over. You were barely hanging onto her fingertip, but miraculously remained attached like a parasite. It was an unbelievable sight for Jisoo, to watch someone so enthused to debase themselves and give up their dignity like this, if only to touch and taste her.
The world was a boat. Her vision rocked to the waves that crashed into the sides of her skull and her phrasing was slurred and seasick: “What… are you even doing?”
With little regard for your well-being she laid the back of her hand flat onto her table beneath the lamp and pried you off with a moist riiiip signaling your detachment from the quasi-fetal goo your sweating body had produced. You rolled onto your back, propping yourself with two arms at your hips and staring into Jisoo’s uneven, lamp-lit face. “U- Uh… I’m sorry.”
“Look at you, you’re already a mess. Just from some time with my finger? You’re…” she hiccuped and took another drink between words, “You just look so silly!”
Jisoo laughed at you, pointing down and laying her eyes on your rigid dick. “And that! I can’t believe this…” The way she waggled a finger at your erection was enough to tease you even further as you imagined leaping toward it again. “Only a few hours you’ve spent with me and you already want to use me?” Despite her indignant reaction, she couldn’t prevent herself from laughing between sentences. Her normally pale face was flushed, cheeks deeply crimson and her eyes glassy and lowly hung. You found it hard to speak to her when she was so clearly out of it.
Regardless, she would continue for you: “Can I… can I touch it?” She was giggling, “I’m sorry but I have to touch the little thing,” her finger finally pressed down onto you once more, this stroking down your abs and tickling your erection. Immediately you couldn’t resist crying out in ecstasy, your eyes rolling back as you shook. Such a lively reaction from the thing was amazing to Jisoo… to think it would only take one little touch to bring a man so close to orgasm?
You’d wished she would just finish you off now, but instead she pulled the finger back and laid the palm of her left hand onto the table, four fingers like lithe serpents towering above you with her thumb angled on its corner in the distance. Her fingernails were shaped roundly, their delicacy emphasized by a clear coat of polish tipped with a white stroke. Jisoo smiled down at you, noticing that your attention remained transfixed by her fingers, and gave you your command: “Go ahead.”
”Jisoo, I…” you stuttered, shocked by how open she was. Maybe a part of you felt guilt at the concept, given her inebriation, despite her clearly being the one in control here. “What are you asking me to do?”
“Huh? What’s wrong? You seemed so excited a second ago, don’t you want to fuck my fingers?”
What a humiliating proposition! Shame boiled over in your heart, only taking a moment to replace your arousal with humiliation. Jisoo could watch the sinking expression on your face, seeing your dick lowering in real time. If anything, it was more pathetic in her eyes that you’d expected anything more than her hand.
She sighed. It was, actually, she began to think to herself, pretty offensive that a little speck would turn her down. As if he deserved anything more! Maybe it was the alcohol… no, she affirmed her beliefs, this was unacceptable from a little shrunken man that was basically fucking her finger until she moment she gave him permission. He wasn’t calling the shots here.
Choosing a manipulative angle, she tried to reassure you: “Hey, hey, maybe we can try something else later? Here, do you need a little help?” Her fingers moved toward you, but you only recoiled, hiding your limp dick with both hands in shame. It wouldn’t deter her. In response, her free hand reached toward her open beer can and a pinky dipped into it, returning to you soaked with a hoppy scent. “Here, open up,” she encouraged you like a mother to a stubborn child, “It’ll help you get it up again.”
Of course you couldn’t resist. The pinky settled on your lips again and you sucked the bud of beer from it. Immediately the immense surge of alcohol into you smacked you across the face with a cumulative intoxication a handle of Everclear couldn’t match. Not drunk yet but being quickly overtaken by it you nodded and pulled back from the finger, “Okay, o-“ you coughed and spat, “Okay!”
Jisoo was right. Even though your head was beginning to spin rapidly and your feet nearly failed you as you stood up, a certain confidence and strengthened lust simultaneously took over your desires and before long you were already erect again, stumbling toward her pinky finger and starting to let out quiet whimpers. It had worked, Jisoo thought to herself, he really can’t resist me at all.
When you reached the tender wall of skin you hugged against it with your body and tightly pushed your dick into the pillowy embrace of the collapsing flesh. Moaning, the ridges of her fingerprint were like ribbed walls to expertly stimulate your penis as you began to thrust up and down; you buried your face into the soft digit and opened your mouth to moan into the pinky as you sucked on it once more.
Jisoo’s attention returned to her video game. Another sip of beer went down her throat as she navigated to the menu and clicked away from the game. As it closed, while still distracted by the monitor, she was shocked to hear a shrill cry from beneath her pinky, followed by a sensation of warmth running down it…
This was terrible. You slumped forward, exhausted as you spurted your load onto the pinky only a matter of seconds after first touching it. Although you felt a deep, growing feeling of shame, you were far too lost in the mind-bending orgasm that threatened to fold you to your knees. Jisoo watched the little thing shudder, occasionally moaning as another string of semen shot out from its deflating dick. You’d humped her pinky for, what, ten-fifteen seconds but clearly were left amidst the single greatest climax you’d ever had…
Her stunned silence was interrupted by a scoff and a smug laugh. “What was that?!,” she guffawed in complete disbelief, “Did you seriously already cum? That fast?”
For some reason, you hardly cared. You returned your lips to the finger, suckling on it again and clearly completely dependent on its presence. It was absolutely unreal, beyond belief to Jisoo, that you were so submissive at the presence of a single finger.
“Good God, don’t you think that was a little…” she hiccuped again, “Pathetic? I’m not sure I’ve ever seen someone cum that fast. And.. and… just from my finger? That is just sad!”
Her degrading comments were getting to you, enough so that you were forced to push your face deeper into her finger to fight back tears you felt bubbling up. How pathetic to think you’d taken to comforting yourself with a finger, just because it’d made you cum. Even recalling the orgasm made your weak-willed mind threaten to send you into another fit of lust.
Now Jisoo truly felt in control of her new little toy. Every word she said was another blow to your ego. “Well, at least now I know the level of… experience that you have, I guess.” She smiled down, a cruel grin coming to her, “I hope you didn’t lose your virginity to, uh… my finger.”
The embarrassing proposition was too emasculating to ever imagine admitting to. The truth of the matter was that you’d never felt the touch of any woman equal to what Jisoo’s pinky had just given you. And if you’d been taken to such erotic depths, Jisoo felt owed your service in return.
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