Yoo-jin's Semen Feast and Masochistic Ecstasy

Lee Yoo-jin, the I-cup office lady with my semen still pooled in her mouth, rolled the jelly-like cum around on her tongue, mixing it with her saliva before chewing and swallowing it with a gulp. "Mmm, haah... it's exactly my taste."

Watching her devour even the cum that had been inside her pussy left me a ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠bit grossed out, and I wrinkled my nose. But she didn't care about my stare—she chewed every bit thoroughly, then proudly opened her mouth to show me it was all gone. Gulp. "Ahh~."

That sight got me hard again. Seeing she'd recovered some stamina, I told her to get on all fours for something new. She caught on quick, propping herself up on her hands and knees, thrusting her ass toward me. It was soaked in her juices, wrapped in those sheer stockings.

Her back was smooth as fine porcelain, curving into a narrow waist that flared out into perfect birthing hips hugged by the stockings. Gravity dragged her massive tits downward, nipples brushing the bedsheets—a body built to tempt any man. I raised my hand high and smacked that cheeky ass with my palm.

Slap! "Ahng!"

Her masochism was fully rooted now; even that slight sting of a spank drew a melting moan from her. Wanting to fully awaken it, I decided to tease her mercilessly.

"Why aren't you fucking me?"

She'd expected me to thrust right in, but when I held back, her impatience grew. She wiggled her ass, her pussy clenching and unclenching, dripping a mix of juices and cum to tempt me. That brazen display pissed me off—I slapped her ass again.

"Ang! Please... fuck me now..."

"Beg for it."

I pressed my cock against her still-leaking pussy, rubbing from clit to entrance. The sensitive spots lit her up, and she finally begged as I'd commanded.

"Please... put ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠it in..."

Her shy, whimpering voice wasn't enough. Dissatisfied, I spanked her harder, making her plead again.

"Beg properly, you slut."

"Eut! Please shove your cock into this horny pussy!"

Even as she said those shameful words, her pussy fluttered faster, juices streaming out. I teased her entrance with just the tip, in and out.

"Not enough."

"Ung! Please ram your huge cock into this slutty cow's horny pussy!"

"Good enough for now!"

"Aaang...! This cock feels so good!"

She'd been scared at first, begging me to go slow—now she was losing her mind the second I thrust in. Wanting to torment her more, I slapped her juice-slick, stocking-clad ass as her pussy squelched around me. The jolt hit her womb like a bell, and she wailed, clenching my cock desperately.

Smack! "Huaaang! I love the spanking! Fuck me harder, pleeease!"

"You begged for it gentle at first—what rhythm are you dancing to now, you milk cow?"

"Aang! I was wrong—this cock is the best!"

Drunk on the pleasure, she screamed loud enough to shake the room, her tits bouncing wildly as she bucked her hips. Blood rushed to my head and cock; I gripped her perfect hips, yanked her massive tits like udders, squeezing hard as handles, and pounded her pussy savagely. The lewd squelching filled the air.

"Haang, huaaang! My tits...! They're gonna fall off!"

"Keep milking 'em like this, and you'll start lactating, right?"

"Ahhuut! N-no milk... please, gentle, grip gently!"

Overwhelmed by ecstasy, her tongue lolled out limp as she begged, savoring pleasure with her whole body.

As we rutted like beasts, her pussy spasmed and gripped tight—her climax was close. To cum together, I slammed harder, building my own release.

"Hauk! Cumming while you milk meee!"

"Me too!"

"Huiiiik!!!"

Spurt! Splurt splurt!

Hot cum battered her womb again, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠triggering a second orgasm mid-climax. She threw her head back, toes curling, legs trembling in a massive peak—then her arms gave out, upper body collapsing face-first into the bed. To thrust deeper, I gripped her waist and rammed home, pressing my tip against her cervix until I emptied every drop.

"Hii, hii... hiiuk! It's sloshing in my belly..."

"Hoo..."

The soul-draining bliss never got easier, no matter how much I came. Panting, I lifted her torso to free her squished tits from between her body and the bed.

"Haa... my body's got no strength left..."

Even after sex, she spoke formally— that turned me on instantly. Already hard inside her, I shifted to full raging erection, grinding slowly. Sensing my arousal, she wiggled her ass teasingly.

"Huwng, haa... you'll do more... right?"

"You slutty milk girl!"

Leaning on my arm, she glanced back seductively. I grabbed her tits and slammed in rough. Now accustomed, she took the pleasure smoothly, tilting her head up to offer her lips.

"Haum, chuok, hup, chuuup."

Her mouth had savored my cum moments ago, but with blood pounding in my brain, I didn't care—I ravaged her mouth for deeper pleasure. She yielded happily, letting my tongue dominate, fulfilling her masochistic cravings.

"Chup, huwaa... ngit!"

As our lips parted for breath, I hammered her ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠womb; a mini-orgasm hit her, leaving her floating blissfully. 'Ah... I'm so happy...'

All her built-up stress melted away with him—she surrendered body and heart, moving to his rhythm.

After minutes of brutal pounding, bored of the angle, I flipped her sideways, slung one leg over my shoulder, and side-fucked her. The new stimulation made her squirt wildly.

"Aeuung! Heungat! Your cock keeps cominggg!!!"

Squirt! Spiiiish!

Now used to the pleasure, she recovered from her big climax and clenched my cock eagerly. Satisfied, I kept thrusting until I creampied her womb again.

"Huuk."

"Huaa... huing! Haaaang...!"

Splurt! Brup brrrup!

Exhausted from back-to-back peaks, she squirted only a little. Her womb full, I pulled out and got off the bed.

'That should confirm all the skills.'

Testing done, I headed to the bathroom, washed up, scribbled my number on a memo pad, and placed it on her sweat-drenched tits as she panted in post-orgasm haze.

'She'll call when she wants more.'

It was just a skill experiment—take it or leave it. I grabbed my uniform, dressed, and realized I'd forgotten something.

'Mutant Semen!'

"Works even if she's not here, huh."

Curious how far it went, I tapped the list—a ton of options popped up.

Nipple size, clit size, tongue length, fat reduction, inverted nipples, and more. Each had a semen requirement, from 20ml minimum to 2L max.

One caught my eye—I held back the urge to select it now, saving it for next time we met.

- Lactation (500ml)

Imagining milk streaming from those huge tits and nipples, I headed to school. The entrance ceremony had ended; it was just past noon, lunchtime, when I arrived.