Trainee No. 101: Han Hye-ji (2)
"Ziiip..."
In the hush of the bathroom, the sound of my jeans zipper sliding down cut sharply through the air.
Han Hye-ji's fingers trembled faintly as she carefully parted the teeth of the zipper. Without a moment's hesitation, she slipped her smooth, damp hand deep into my underwear.
The monstrous girth and unreal heat grinding against her palm wrenched a choked gasp from her throat.
"Hah... you're insane... it's fucking huge..."
She couldn't hold back. Rising onto her tiptoes, she pressed her lips urgently against mine. Her soft, lewd tongue traced the outer edge of my mouth in a lingering caress, then plunged straight inside the instant my lips parted, as if it had been waiting for exactly that.
In the still air of the secluded bathroom, their tongues tangled wetly, glistening. Slick, filthy sounds of sucking and squelching echoed low over the sink.
With one hand I locked firmly around her waist, hoisting her against me, while the other seized the full, straining swell of her breasts where they threatened to burst from her training top, kneading them without mercy.
Soft. Yielding—
The overflowing flesh of those massive tits spilled between my fingers, filling my entire palm. I squeezed hard enough to bruise the meat of them, grinding my thumb mercilessly over the sensitive nipples that stood out in sharp relief through the fabric.
"Mmh... mmph... haaang....... ah, Instructor, my chest... too rough......!"
Moans tangled with the wet noise of their tongues. I ignored her protests completely and shoved her hard back into the stall she had just stepped out of.
Thud!
I dropped her roughly onto the toilet lid, then yanked my pants and underwear down in one motion.
Twang—!!
My massive cock, swollen thick with overwhelming blood flow, sprang free from the confines of my briefs and thrust up into the open air. In an instant the cramped stall turned hot and stifling.
"Ah... Hunter-nim's cock smell..... aaaah......"
Han Hye-ji stared at my crotch with dazed eyes, panting out hot breaths. The moment her ragged exhalations brushed the tip, a clear bead of pre-cum welled up and dripped from my glans as if answering the heat.
She flashed a sly little smile, then stretched out her tongue and licked up the transparent fluid clinging to the head. Gripping both of my thighs tight with her hands, she opened her mouth wide and pushed the thick crown deep into her throat.
Slurp, squelch! Suck—
On her knees on the filthy bathroom floor, devotedly sucking my cock, she looked nothing like the refined wife of some other man's household.
I couldn't restrain the sadistic urge. I wound my fingers through her neatly kept long hair and seized a fistful. Then I drove my hips forward hard, burying my cock all the way down her throat in a single brutal thrust.
"Ghk...!!! Ghk....!!! Hun... ter.. ghk.. nim... s-sto.. I can't... breathe....!"
As the head forced past her uvula, tears sprang to Han Hye-ji's eyes and her limbs convulsed. She thrashed, eyes rolling back, digging her long nails into my hard thighs. Terror of suffocation and raw pleasure twisted her face into something grotesque.
Only when she was a heartbeat from blacking out did I yank her hair and pull my cock free of her throat.
Cough! Hack! Cough...!
Han Hye-ji braced herself on the tile floor and gasped like she was retching. Thick spit and my pre-cum mixed messily at the corners of her mouth; my cock gleamed under the light with a lewd, slick sheen.
There was no reason to wait any longer.
I grabbed the training pants and underwear of the woman panting on the floor and ripped them down together.
Riiip—
Her full, sensual lower body came into view, still bearing the soft traces of childbirth. A thick thatch of pubic hair was matted and plastered flat, soaked through with the juices she had already spilled. Her darkened, well-used married pussy glistened, heavy with moisture.
I seized both of her thighs, shoved her back against the wall, and spread her legs wide into a full M. Without hesitation I drove my tongue deep into her dripping hole.
Lick! Squelch—
The dense, tart-sweet taste unique to a married woman flooded across my entire tongue.
"Ugh...!!! Haaaang—!"
Her inner walls fluttered. I felt her clit swell hard against the tip of my tongue in real time. I sealed my lips around that sensitive bud and sucked it with wet, greedy sounds, like an infant nursing.
Suck-suck! Squish—
"Ah.. aaang.. aaang. Instructor, stop.. it's too much there, please stop......!"
Stopping just because she said so would make me a real idiot.
I mocked her empty pleas by working my tongue even faster, lapping up the thick juices pouring out of her. Pinning her thighs—trembling like aspen leaves under the pleasure of being dominated—I lined up my massive cock with the entrance that had parted to show its raw red flesh, and drove straight in.
Schlick—!—
"Aaaaah—!!"
With a friction so intense it felt ready to burst, my cock slammed all the way to the deepest, hottest part of her. A married woman's body was on a completely different level from some green virgin's.
Nothing like those exhausting, frustrating unmarried girls who stiffened up, whined that it hurt from inexperience, or clenched shut in fear. A married pussy, ripened through childbirth and countless rounds of sex, wrapped around my cock soft, pliant, and springy in the most satisfying way—clinging as if to bind me.
Like a lewd womb already trained to its master, it took my monstrous size and thickness without strain, yet squeezed tight enough to refuse to let go, accepting me smooth and snug. That frank, hungry friction shook my brain with a dizzying rush of taboo.
Squelch, squelch, schlick—
"Ah, haa...... inside, it's completely full......"
When I leaned over her, her heavy, drooping breasts spilled from the training top and mashed against my chest, bouncing wildly. I grabbed those weighty tits and swollen areolae in both hands, kneading them as I slammed my hips with brutal force. Her heat-softened inner walls began clamping down hard, as if determined not to release my cock.
"Ang... ang.. ah.. it feels so good, Hunter Kang Joo-hyuk......!"
Slap! Slap! Thud, thud!
Every straight drive of my hips sent the wet smack of flesh on flesh echoing through the narrow, sealed toilet stall. I gripped the soft, abundant meat of her ass in both hands and pounded even deeper, even harder, as if I meant to smash through the mouth of her womb.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
"Ah... aaang.. ah.. it's hitting.. it's hitting.. deeper inside my womb than my husband ever reached... your cock is hitting meee—!"
Han Hye-ji had completely lost her mind, screaming wildly, shoving her own hips forward in time with my thrusts. The way her body writhed in pleasure was pure bitch, thoroughly broken in by her instructor.
Slap-slap-slap..!!!!
The endless rush of taboo and that thick, wet sensation white-hot my brain; peak pleasure crashed over me. The urge to cum surged heavy from the base of my gut.
"I'm cumming inside. Get ready."
At my rough declaration, Han Hye-ji's pleasure-twisted eyes flew wide; she panted in flustered panic.
"Ah... but.. my husband's not even here, if you cum inside and I actually get pregnant......?"
I pinned her waist hard against the wall and murmured low and cold against her ear.
"What did I say out on the drill ground earlier? I told you to obey every word I say, didn't I?"
That single dominant line cracked through her skull. Han Hye-ji's pupils went completely slack. The word obey had struck her sexual instincts dead-on.
"Ah.. you're right.. cum... cum! Fill me up with your cum, Instructor! Don't give me my husband's kid—impregnate me with your seed! Aaaaah—!"
I didn't hesitate another second. I hammered the final stretch of piston thrusts like a madman.
Spurt... spurt... spuuurt—!
Deep inside the pussy of M.I.L.F Academy Trainee No. 101, Han Hye-ji, I poured out my hot, thick semen in a waterfall. The searing heat of the orgasm battering the mouth of her womb made her limbs shudder violently; she fainted on the toilet like she was foaming at the mouth.
"Haa.. haa..."
After I finished, I slowly pulled my spent cock free.
Bloop... trickle...
From the gaping hole my cock left behind, thick white semen that couldn't all fit inside surged out in pulses. It ran down her thighs and dripped onto the floor.
She lay completely limp, legs splayed wide, gasping for breath.
I tugged my pants and underwear back up and turned away coldly.
Clang—
Leaving her abandoned on the plastic toilet seat, semen still leaking from her, I shut the stall door without a backward glance.
I walked out to the sinks, ran a hand roughly through my hair in the mirror. A heavy, clean satisfaction lingered in my groin, and taboo dopamine surged through me.
"That hits the spot.. yeah. Married women really are the best."
I brushed off my suit jacket, shrugged it on, and strolled out toward the showers at an easy pace, already deciding who the next target would be.
