Touch Therapy: Where Hands Go, Bodies Beg-Chapter 245: Not Even Close

The door clicked shut behind Alina, sealing them into a haze of perfume, sweat, and the heavy throb of bass leaking up from the dance floor below. The four of them spilled in—half-undressed already, skirts hiked, blouses unbuttoned, bras peeking, legs bare and hungry. Dim, colored light washed over plush couches and a table already heavy with bottles and ice, the whole room shuddering to the aftershocks of the club.

Min-kyung giggled, shimmying out of her skirt to stand in just a sheer, black thong and a matching lace bra, body slim and supple, skin flushed. Alina barely bothered with pretense—her top was already gone, red lace cupping her tits, the gleam of metal catching the light as she flicked her fingers over her nipple rings. She grinned at Ji-hye, who hovered near the door, cheeks flushed, arms folded protectively over the pale pink of her lingerie, legs pressed tight together.

Joon-ho slouched into the couch, one arm slung wide, a slow smile stretching across his lips as he watched the girls orbit each other, tension thickening the air until it felt like a hand around the throat.

Alina wasted no time. She bent at the waist, ass jutting out, pretending to look for something in her purse. Her skirt rode up high—too high—exposing the fat jewel set into the plug stuffed between her cheeks. She straightened, catching Ji-hye’s wide eyes, then gave her ass a slap. "You see something you like?"

Min-kyung was next, a wink and a twist as she hiked her own thong, flashing the pretty blue crystal plug she wore with pride. "We like to keep things interesting, right, Alina?"

Alina poured shots for everyone, sliding them across the table. "To bad girls who know what they want—and the men who know how to handle them." She held her glass aloft, then downed it, licking the last drop from the rim with obscene slowness.

Min-kyung sidled up to Ji-hye, voice dropping low and conspiratorial. "First time in a private room?" She ran a finger along the waistband of Ji-hye’s panties, grinning when Ji-hye squirmed. "Don’t be shy. We’re all friends here."

Ji-hye tried to laugh, but it came out breathless. "You two are insane."

"That’s why you like us," Alina purred, moving behind Ji-hye and nuzzling her neck, lips hot against her skin. "You’re wet already, aren’t you?"

Ji-hye whined, shivering, hands pressed flat against her thighs.

Joon-ho leaned forward, the bulge in his pants all too obvious. "Let’s see how brave my girls really are." 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

Alina turned, stalking toward him, her gaze locked on his cock. She straddled his lap, grinding down, nipples hard and ringed in silver. "Let’s give your girlfriend a show," she whispered, grinding against his length, her hands slipping between their bodies to pop the button and slide down the zipper. His cock sprang free, thick and flushed, already leaking.

Min-kyung sank to her knees between his legs, licking her lips as she looked up at Joon-ho, then over at Ji-hye. "C’mon, baby. Come help us."

Ji-hye hesitated, but Alina reached back, grabbing her wrist and tugging her down. "Don’t just stare, princess. This is how you learn."

Alina spit into her palm, stroking Joon-ho’s cock, sliding her tongue along the shaft, letting her nipple rings drag over his thigh. She sucked him in deep, moaning, the sound raw and desperate. Min-kyung wrapped her lips around the base, tongue swirling, while Alina bobbed her head, taking him deeper with every stroke.

Ji-hye knelt beside them, watching the filthy display. Her pussy throbbed, panties already soaked. Alina broke away, wiping spit from her chin, then kissed Ji-hye full on the mouth—her lips tasted like Joon-ho’s cock and whiskey.

"Open up, sweet thing," Alina murmured, guiding Ji-hye’s hand to his cock. Ji-hye wrapped her fingers around him, trembling. Min-kyung helped, holding the base as Ji-hye leaned in and pressed her lips to the tip, tasting precum and the musky heat of his arousal.

She moaned, and the girls cheered, urging her on. "That’s it, babe. Show him how much you want it."

Joon-ho tangled his hand in her hair, gentle but firm. "Don’t be shy. Take it deeper."

Ji-hye obeyed, sinking her mouth lower, tongue swirling. Alina and Min-kyung stroked themselves as they watched, fingers slipping beneath thongs, moans filling the room, the smell of sex thick and sharp.

Joon-ho grunted, hips flexing, eyes locked on Ji-hye’s face. "Fuck, you’re a natural."

Alina took over, pulling Ji-hye back and diving in, swallowing his cock whole, spit dripping down her chin, tits pressed together as she worked him over. Min-kyung joined, both girls sucking and licking, trading sloppy, messy kisses around his shaft. Ji-hye watched, awestruck and aroused, hands slipping down to rub her own clit through drenched lace.

Joon-ho stood, grabbing Min-kyung by the hips and dragging her onto the couch. He pulled her plug free with a pop, tossing it aside, and ran his tongue up her pussy, making her cry out. Alina pinned Min-kyung’s wrists, whispering filth in her ear, biting her shoulder as Joon-ho teased her entrance.

"Please, fuck me," Min-kyung begged, spreading her legs wide. Joon-ho lined up, pushing into her pussy, stretching her wide. Min-kyung moaned, bucking up against him, heels digging into the couch. Alina kissed her, hand over her mouth to stifle her cries.

Ji-hye watched, wide-eyed, rubbing herself harder, fingers slipping inside her panties, soaking wet. Alina glanced back at her, grinning. "See what you’re missing, babe?"

Joon-ho picked up the pace, fucking Min-kyung harder, his cock slamming into her, wet slaps echoing. He reached around, finger slipping into her ass, making her scream. Alina clamped a hand over her mouth, whispering, "Take it. Take it all."

Min-kyung came, body shuddering, legs shaking. Joon-ho pulled out, wiping sweat from his brow.

"My turn," Alina declared, climbing into his lap, facing away, her plug still lodged tight. She ground down, taking him in, her ass bouncing, nipple rings swinging. She looked over her shoulder at Ji-hye, eyes wild. "Watch, baby. Watch how a slut rides."

She fucked herself on Joon-ho’s cock, fast and rough, tits jiggling, plug sparkling under the lights. Joon-ho slapped her ass, leaving red handprints, then grabbed the plug and twisted it. Alina gasped, nearly screaming, and slammed down harder.

Min-kyung, still breathless, crawled over to Ji-hye, whispering in her ear, "He’s so fucking big, you’re going to love it." She slipped a hand into Ji-hye’s panties, rubbing her clit, making her gasp.

Joon-ho pulled out, yanking Alina’s plug free, then pressed his cock to her asshole, teasing the rim. Alina moaned, begging for it, and he pushed in slowly, stretching her, making her whimper and curse. He fucked her hard, one hand twisting her nipple rings, the other gripping her hip.

Ji-hye watched, entranced, grinding against Min-kyung’s hand, pussy dripping, thighs shaking.

Joon-ho pulled out, stroking himself, covering Alina’s back and ass with thick ropes of cum, some splattering her plug, her piercings, her skin. Alina reached back, scooping up his cum and licking it off her fingers, grinning at Ji-hye.

"You’re up next, sweetheart," Alina purred, crawling over and kissing Ji-hye, cum-smudged lips hungry and demanding. "You want this, don’t you?"

Ji-hye could barely breathe, nodding, heart hammering in her chest. Joon-ho cupped her face, eyes dark with hunger. "You’re so fucking wet, aren’t you? You’ve been waiting for this."

She whimpered, biting her lip, trembling with need.

Alina and Min-kyung flanked her, hands roaming, mouths on her neck and shoulders, tongues licking at her skin, fingers sliding her bra off, freeing her tits. Alina pinched her nipples, Min-kyung sucked on her earlobe, all three of them pressing in, bodies slick and hot.

Joon-ho slid his hand between Ji-hye’s legs, finding her soaked and open, pussy throbbing. He teased her clit, making her whine, then slipped two fingers inside, curling them deep.

"Look at you," he murmured, thumb circling her clit as she writhed, hips bucking. "So desperate. So fucking ready."

Ji-hye came, hard and sudden, crying out as her body shook. Alina kissed her, swallowing her moans, Min-kyung grinding against her thigh.

Joon-ho knelt between her legs, kissing his way up her inner thigh, licking her through the aftershocks, tongue pushing into her pussy, tasting her cum. Ji-hye grabbed his hair, holding him there, grinding against his mouth, lost in sensation.

Alina and Min-kyung pressed close, hands everywhere, kissing, biting, pinching. The room spun, the air thick with sex, the taste of sweat, cum, and alcohol on every tongue.

Joon-ho finally pulled away, cock hard again, face glistening with Ji-hye’s arousal. He leaned in, voice rough. "Your turn, Ji-hye. I want to hear you beg."

She nodded, dazed and eager, spreading her legs wider, desperate for him.

Alina kissed her again, whispering, "We’re not done with you yet. Not even close."

Ji-hye’s world narrowed to the heat between her legs, the ache in her pussy, the need that wouldn’t quit. Everyone was watching, everyone wanted her, and she wanted it—wanted them—more than she’d ever wanted anything.

Joon-ho stroked her cheek, eyes burning. "You’re next. Get ready."

Ji-hye shivered, lips parted, breath shallow, heart pounding.

The others watched her, hungry, waiting—knowing this was only the beginning.