Employee ID Photo Day (2)
Her body scent lingered at the tip of my nose, if only for a moment. Even in winter, did sweat build up in those heavy breasts? It was an incredibly rich fragrance. Just from inhaling Yoo Yeonhui's scent like that, my dick had stiffened rock-hard.
"Seriously... what kind of thoughts go through your head, sniffing a woman's scent like that?"
"Sorry."
"Sorry doesn't cut it? You know that's the kind of behavior that could get you hauled off for sexual harassment, right?"
I'd better be careful. Jail? Just thinking about it is horrifying. Being cut off from a world full of so much fun, locked away in a place with nothing but guys. What a tragic end that would be.
"I'll be more careful."
"Sigh... watch it from now on."
Yoo Yeonhui made a face like she was worried about me as she reached out for my dick. Her fingers, fresh from outside just moments ago, were beyond cool—they were ice-cold.
"Ugh...!"
"Does it hurt?"
I let out a groan at her sudden chilly touch, and she looked startled as she asked.
"No, it's just cold."
"Hmm..."
It'd warm up quick enough once she started stroking it. But instead of waiting, I made another request to her as she pondered.
"Could you maybe use your breasts instead?"
"My breasts?"
She looked utterly confused. Guess that's unavoidable since she's a virgin. I explained kindly.
"It's called a titjob. You don't know?"
"Titjob? Sounds so vulgar."
It was vulgar, sure. But what can you do? Sex-related terms are all pretty crude anyway.
"You sandwich the dick between your tits and rub it up and down."
"Oh. Like this?"
Good thing this was apparently okay, unlike sniffing her bra. She lifted those massive breasts and set them on my thigh.
"Doesn't carrying these around hurt your shoulders?"
"It does."
The moment her breasts settled on my thigh, I got a sense—indirectly, at least—of the struggles big-breasted women faced.
No wonder she massages her shoulders all the time.
Understanding Yoo Yeonhui's pain, I teased her playfully.
"If they ever get too heavy, just let me know. I'll carry them for you."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
Surprisingly, she took it seriously. Were they really that heavy that she needed someone to hold them up all the time?
"So, what now?"
"Doing it dry would hurt both of us, so we need lube."
"Lube?"
At the word "lube," her eyes flicked to the condom tossed aside nearby. Sure, slipping one on might make it smoother, but no way in hell. Yoo Yeonhui's first titjob—experiencing it through a condom? What a rip-off. It'd take forever too.
"Not that. Spit on my dick."
"Spit? Isn't that gross?"
"Your mouth's gonna get saliva on it anyway if you suck it."
"Oh, right."
Once her curiosity was satisfied, she tilted her face up over my dick.
"Stick your tongue out and bring it right over the head."
"Like thith?"
"Yeah."
With her tongue fully extended, Yoo Yeonhui's face hovered above my dick. Droplets of saliva gathered at the tip of her tongue and dripped down, thick and sticky, coating the head and sliding down the shaft.
"Rub it in with your hand."
"Okay."
She kneaded my dick thoroughly, working her spit into it. Her cold hand warmed against the heat of my shaft.
"It's getting warm."
"Still cold to me."
One palm circled the head while the other stroked the shaft.
"That's enough spit. Now wrap it with your breasts and stroke."
"Like this?"
"Yeah. If it hurts or doesn't slide well, spit more."
"Just me spitting? That's annoying."
"Yeah."
Anyone's spit would do, but the idea of my own on my dick grossed me out. So this was a white lie, delivered firmly.
Tschk—
"Feels weird."
"I like it."
Her heavy breasts pressed down on my thighs, squeezing my dick tight. The warm crevice between them stayed snug against me, and her sticky spit made everything slick and perfect. Titjobs really needed big tits to shine—this was pure bliss, impossible with smaller ones.
"Suck the head when it pops out in front."
"The head?"
Yoo Yeonhui's breasts were huge, but so was my dick—foreigner-sized. Even buried in her cleavage, the head kept poking out.
Smack♥
"Good girl."
"Keep forgetting I'm your senior, huh?"
"Of course I know."
How could I forget when my senior was turning me on this bad? No chance.
Tschk—tschk—Chp—chp—
I leaned back in the chair, and her body slotted perfectly between my legs. She must've found her rhythm, because the lewd titjob sounds echoed even louder through the office. The sticky stretch of her spit, the slap of her breasts against my thighs—pure filth.
In return, I grabbed her nipples. She didn't stop, so they stayed pinched while her tits jiggled up and down.
"Ahh...♥ What're you doing?"
"Can't have you enjoying it all alone."
"Don't... need it... haa...♥"
"Feels good, though."
"Still... nghh!"
I pinched her nipple with my nail and twisted clockwise, asking if she liked it. Her arms froze.
"No slacking."
"Not slacking... haa♥"
Twist counterclockwise this time, and an even sweeter moan escaped. Got it—Yoo Yeonhui preferred the reverse direction.
I'll remember that. Might come in handy someday. Who knows what "common sense" might demand knowing your senior's erogenous zones?
"We'll be late at this rate."
"Eek...!"
Tschk—tschk—Chp—chp—
At my urging, she resumed with trembling arms.
"Haa... haa..."
"Keep the spit topped up too."
I was enjoying her service, advising her to add more whenever the slickness faded.
"Good morning~ What're you two up to?"
Lee Dae-ri arrived and greeted us.
"Good morning, sir."
"Haa... haa... Mr. Lee... ahh...!"
As the office's junior intern, I greeted him too. Though my position—with Yoo Yeonhui titfucking me—didn't scream "junior."
"Yeonhui said she didn't have a hair tie, so I'm making one for her."
"Oh, yeah? If I'd come earlier, I could've helped."
I explained what her "hair tie making" really was, and he sounded regretful.
Tschk—tschk—Chp—chp—
"Ahh... it's fine... haa♥... Ihyeon... has to... ahh... do his junior duties... right♥"
A junior getting titjobs and blowjobs from his senior? I'd stay a junior forever under that common sense.
"Oh, right—today's the day we retake employee ID photos, isn't it?"
"Yes... haa... so we're... making a... hair tie... smack♥"
"Ngh!"
Yoo Yeonhui answered Lee Dae-ri with a kiss on the head. A simple kiss I could've handled, but she surprised me by tonguing the slit, probing my urethra.
A girl who didn't know titjobs... doing this unprompted?
Terrifying talent.
"Hm? Does it hurt?"
Tschk—tschk—Chp—chp—
"No, fuu... feels too good. Where'd you learn that?"
"Hehe... yeah? You like it?"
She seemed pleased by the praise, kissing the head each time it emerged and tonguing my urethra mid-titjob.
"Guess I'll head out first then. Don't be late."
"Hngh!"
"No... worries... smack♥"
My hips bucked involuntarily at her technique. I'd never been to a brothel, but this had to be ace-level skill. I couldn't even see Lee Dae-ri off properly and stopped her titjob blowjob instead.
"Wait, hold on...!"
Tschk—Chp—
"Wha...!? Why?"
I handed her a condom, facing her puzzled look.
"Feels like I'm about to cum."
"Jeez."
She took the condom and rolled it on. Thanks to her spit coating, it slipped right on.
"Back to it?"
She pressed her tits together with her arms and stroked up and down again.
Chp—chp—
As expected—even the thinnest condom made a world of difference. The spit that had clung and tugged so deliciously felt distant now. But since I'd been on the edge already, I warned her quick.
"Gonna cum."
"Mmf... urk!"
She kissed the head as I announced it, but gagged immediately—probably from the condom's rubbery lube smell.
Gotta buy better ones next time. Something scented or flavored. Make it easier to get her to put it on with her mouth later.
Anyway, I bucked and unloaded soon after.
Spurt—spurt—
"Whoa."
The cum surged, inflating the condom tip. She stared in fascination at the gooey, ballooned sack.
"First time seeing one?"
"Yeah."
"But it's a hair tie, right?"
"Huh?"
I pointed out the contradiction, and her eyes went blank.
"What? It's trendy these days, that's why."
But she recovered quick with a plausible excuse.
Real-time patches, huh? Wonder who's behind this madness.
"How do I get it off?"
"Hold on."
Still hard post-cum, I carefully peeled off the condom.
Wanted to go a few more rounds, but no time.
"Here."
"Thanks."
Yoo Yeonhui dressed, then—as a final touch—bit down on the cum-filled condom like a hair tie to fix her hair.
