Slave Maker (8): Drunk on Wine, Lust, and Sisterly Secrets
I remembered our first meeting when she got drunk, mistook my place for hers, and crashed at my officetel. So I suggested we have a drink.
"That day... your junior said he was lonely, so I kept him company with drinks until I got wasted."
She brought out some snacks, her face flushing with embarrassment. There were ready-made side dishes in the fridge, but she insisted on making them herself.
"Master has to try my cooking too, not just me."
How does she say things so cutely? Sides I'd never dreamed of during my solo beer sessions at home started appearing. It felt like gourmet banchan paired with fine liquor fit for kings and emperors.
We clinked glasses happily, and she grew chattier than usual. Alcohol really lubricates things—makes it easier to peer into her soul.
"You have a little sister, huh."
"Yeah. Eight years younger, so she's twenty-four now. Way prettier than me."
"Where's anyone prettier than you? Don't embarrass your master, slave."
"Eek, don't say that. It's too hard to hold back."
Our banter felt straight out of a lovers' playbook. It was trial and error. I'd never owned a slave before, and neither had Seung-ah been one. Neither of us knew how to build this dynamic. So we defaulted to the familiar—lovers. Of course, I had no intention of making it real. The quest targets' levels kept rising; settling on one now? No way. Since I'd blackened, might as well go all the way. Harem? Why not shoot for that. Seung-ah was plenty as a master-slave thing. She was my type—"the doting big sis"—so fucking her whenever I got horny was enough.
Speaking of, that obedience tip mentioned her sister—Oh Seung-yeon. Familiar name...
"What does your sister do?"
"She's an actress. Three years ago, she joined some theater troupe... not sure now."
Theater actress, huh. I didn't know much about that world.
"You talk like you haven't seen her in three years."
"Spot on. No contact since I got married. She probably doesn't even know I'm divorced."
"What happened?"
No sisterly contact for three years?
"Truth is, she opposed my marriage hard. Said the guy had a weird personality, that I'd suffer. I told her if I married him, she'd never see me again."
She read him right. Nailed the outcome.
"Now that things turned out like this, I just feel sorry. I want to reconcile, but... don't know how."
Solving it'd boost obedience, so the tip dangled it. Guess I'm meddling in family drama now.
Suddenly, the tip flashed: 'What if it's all three of us?' Me, Oh Seung-ah, Oh Seung-yeon? The legendary sisters rice bowl? The thought sent blood rushing south unbidden.
"Master..."
"Yeah? What?"
"You're hard."
"Oh... yeah, guess so."
"Were you thinking of fucking me?"
"Kinda... yeah."
Couldn't drop the sisters line yet. Not that blackened.
"Why just think? Fuck me already."
She bit my ear with a seductive gaze.
— *Schlup, slurp... smooch smooch, smack smack.*
She shoved her ass in my face while sucking my cock. Sixty-nine position. She was vacuuming like she meant to pull it right out—switch fully flipped.
I couldn't lose, so I spread her cheeks. Even her asshole wrinkles looked pretty... was I insane? I savored her labia wetting in real time, tongue working busily.
"Haht, haang. There... hnght. M-Master... right there, keep... haaahk."
I pressed her entrance like stamping soft inner lips, teasing her clit gently. Some nameless sage's internet tip—spot on. Seung-ah's back stiffened, pussy juice gushing out.
This woman was soaked.
This was a reward. To make up for "offending" my face, she twisted her head, screwing along the shaft. Soft lips, skillful tongue, sweet moans hitting both ears—Seung-ah's fellatio rivaled a gourmet feast. She sucked until my tongue went numb, then I spotted her stretched legs. Thanks to Yu-jin, I'd developed a barefoot fetish; couldn't ignore those pretty feet.
"Got stockings?"
"Y-yes?"
"Put them on in front of me. Black ones."
"Yes, Master."
She fetched the sheer blacks, sat on the bed, slipping them on one foot at a time. Tugging stockings through cascading hair—peak live jerk-off material.
"All done."
"Better than me describing—watch this."
I showed her a prized porn clip with footjob foreplay. The toe-and-sole rubbing scene was killer.
"You want... this?"
"Yeah."
"Rewind a bit. Let me see again."
Like a student tackling a tough math problem. She looped the five-minute footjob scene, then laid me back and positioned.
— *Swish, shrrrp... slurp.*
The sheer texture was slightly rough, amping stimulation. She started with soles clamping the shaft—handjob-like but ticklishly addictive.
"Haht, so this is it. Pretty hot."
Attagirl, stroking my cock thoughtfully. Milf slaves were truth incarnate. Wiggling toes mimicked a handjob, adding weird thrill. Short toes rummaging the shaft, then wedging the glans between and sanding it—insanely arousing.
"Ngh, that's good. Keep it up."
"Hee... love Master's face like that. Haht, Seung-ah feels... weird too."
Shaft and glans hit simultaneously, sphincter screaming for release. Couldn't hold this; it rivaled pre-climax urge.
"Hahk, haaah... can't... hold..."
"Master's face right now—perfect. Cum. Paint Seung-ah's feet."
— *Splurt! Spurt, spluuurt!*
Her stockinged feet turned creampied in seconds. Messy, but visually satisfying.
"Haa, Master came buckets. My feet got you that excited?"
"Yeah, amazing. Best ever."
"Hehe, praised."
She licked clean the cum off my cock diligently. Expert cleanup BJ erased any post-nut clarity; I was hard again, ceiling-bound.
Face saying she couldn't wait, she straddled me.
"Haa... stay still, Master. I'll move."
She eased down glans-first. Faint pattern on her womb—succubus insemination vibes? Indescribable horniness blanked my mind.
— *Plop plop... paang, pang! Squish squish.*
Cock buried to hilt, feeling every vaginal ridge, thrusting back and forth. Coated in her juices, reshaping her hole in real time, pumping hard.
"Ahk, haaahk... haht. Love it, Master... so good. As slave, as woman, you make me... haht, so happy... haaaang!"
Tits dancing hypnotic curves before me. The jiggle was maddening; had to touch. Pressing softly, hundreds of marshmallows tickled my palm.
— *Squish squish, slap slap, paang pang!*
Kneading tits while lying back wasn't enough. I sat up, hugged her tight, chomping an erect nipple. Sucked like a newborn craving milk. Seung-ah clutched my head, moaning in ecstasy, joining the frenzy. Our heat alone turned the bed trance-like.
"Haaahk, aaak! Master, Maaaster... more, more... hek, haht!"
Her riding slowed from fatigue. For final sprint, I gently laid her down. Spread legs, calves over arms. Slick, lip-like petals exposed raw.
"Haht, Master's cock fills me up. Haa... so happy. Feels too good to be true."
Savoring her walls, slow insertion. In-out waves of heat enveloped me. Building arousal, timing ejaculation. No creampie till safe—forgot condom.
— *Squish squish, slap slap, paang pang!*
Rhythmic squeezes urged cum. Pumping hard to control, sphincter quivered, urethra throbbed. Limit now.
"Hahk, Seung-ah. Legs—release!"
Wrong timing to pull; her legs locked my waist, vise-tight. Climax at throat.
"Hnght, M-Master! Just cum inside! Pleeease, haaaang!"
— *Spurt spurt, splurt!* — *Bloop, blorp, blorp.*
Legs unyielding, I dumped every drop deep in her pussy.