Bottomless Office (2)
The fingers I'd slipped into Yoo Yeonhui's mouth twisted and probed, ravaging her orally. Her tongue, warm and soft against them, promised it would feel incredible wrapped around my cock. I desperately wanted to shove it in right then, but I held back. Even in this bizarre company setup, would anyone really tolerate ramming your superior's mouth mid-meeting? On second thought, judging by the current vibe, maybe they would.
"Hoo... ahh... ah..."
With my index and middle fingers stirring inside, Yoo Yeonhui couldn't close her mouth, saliva dribbling down her chin. Her ample breasts—bigger than most—caught the drool as it trailed downward, soaking into her cleavage.
Damn, what a shame.
Unlike her naked lower half, which was bare except for her shoes, her top was fully buttoned up. It would've been a hell of a sight if that spit had slid right into her cleavage.
"Hah... ahh-hoo."
"Yes?"
She seemed like she had something to say, so I pulled my fingers out.
"Chup—now it's... plenty... wet, right? Hoo..."
"Oh, yeah, it is."
Sure enough, my index and middle fingers were drenched beyond belief. Slick enough that they could've glided straight into her dry pussy without a hitch. To test it, I lowered my saliva-soaked hand downward.
"Mm..."
I gently eased my middle finger into the tight entrance of her pussy, already covered by my erect cock. Even just the first knuckle felt an insane tightness—like it might snap my finger off.
"Eut...!"
"Does it hurt?"
"It's fine. Be gentle—it's my first time."
"Your first time?"
"What."
She turned her head, glaring at me like I was complaining. But how could I not be shocked? Yoo Yeonhui, a virgin? No way.
"Someone as pretty as you being a virgin is just... surprising."
"Pretty? Don't flatter me."
It's not flattery. Even the other intern who started with me had been jealous of me—and it was all because of her.
"Um, Yoo Yeonhui?"
"Yes, hng...!"
The department head's sudden call made her voice pitch up sharply. Right as she answered, my finger had slipped past the narrow entrance of her pussy. I moved it carefully, mindful not to tear her hymen. No matter how crazy things got, ripping it in front of everyone was too much.
Should probably get her permission first.
"Looking at these documents, the client sent over..."
Everyone in the meeting room was focused on the discussion. And so was I, of course. Hadn't the junior intern told me it was common sense for subordinates to play with their superior's pussy during meetings? My actions were set in stone.
I kept fingering her pussy gently with one hand while the other stayed busy.
"That one, nghit...!"
"This new intern's really into it—good to see. Heh heh."
Yep, pussy play was definitely the way to go. And to think fingering her counted as being diligent in a meeting. What other wild concepts were out there?
I timed a pinch to her clit just as she started answering—firm, but not painful.
"Yes... yo-hok!"
"Oh."
The reaction was instant. Women's weak spot, for sure. Maybe I should pick up one of those Womanizer things. They said once you tried it, no other masturbation felt as good.
My Yoo Yeonhui. As her junior, wasn't it my job to take care of her?
"Nghit...! Kang Ihyeon... might suck at work, but he's... hngit... trying hard...!"
Saying I sucked at work? Harsh. In my hurt, I pressed harder with my thumb and index finger on her clit.
"Ha-eut—! W-wait, Kang Ihyeon, go easy...!"
"But your pussy seems to like it rougher."
Her upper mouth begged for gentleness, but her lower one gushed arousal, telling the real story. The body doesn't lie. Her pleas were bullshit anyway.
Suit yourself. It wasn't my body, after all. And we weren't dating or anything. I was just following the meeting protocol of fingering my superior's pussy.
"Nghit... this new shipment, hik...! Haa... to process it all..."
She's impressive.
Twisted common sense or not, Yoo Yeonhui stayed composed in the meeting even as I relentlessly teased her spread-open pussy. Her words broke into moans now and then, but her willpower was something else.
"Got it. Then you'll keep handling that, Yoo."
"Yes, hng! Un... derstood..."
"And Lee Dae-ri..."
"Nghot—!"
The meeting was winding down.
Does this mean my pussy time's almost over? Shame. Fun as it was fingering Yoo Yeonhui, it wasn't scratching my itch. My throbbing cock was still twitching against her entrance, begging to dive in.
Squelch—
"Haa... haa..."
After ages of teasing, my cock brushed her pussy and pulled away, leaving a sticky thread. But she didn't notice, leaning her head on me, eyes closed, too overwhelmed and aroused to hold herself up.
"Alright, meeting adjourned. Grab lunch on your own."
"Department head, eat with me."
"Why don't we all go together?"
Lunch plans formed out of nowhere.
"Oh, Lee Dae-ri, you think? What about you, Yoo? Coming along?"
True to his kind first impression, the department head actually asked her opinion. But there was a snag.
"Yoo?"
"Haa..."
The tension release at the end had left her dazed, barely conscious. She hadn't even heard him. That good, huh? A quiet satisfaction welled up—I'd half-knocked out a woman. A virgin at that. An undeveloped one passing out from pleasure? Yoo Yeonhui had talent.
"Oh dear, Yoo must be tired. Kang, intern—take good care of your superior."
"Got it."
Damn. The department head seemed loaded, too. Missed opportunity.
No chance to slide in?
My cock whined in frustration at the mere touching without penetration. I was opportunistic, sure, but not the type to just ram in without asking.
"Mm...? What?"
"Meeting's over, ma'am."
"Oh... did I fall asleep?"
"Pretty much."
More like passed out, but close enough.
"Haa, must've been tired. Lunch?"
"Everyone else went together. I waited for you."
"Sorry about that. Let's go—my treat."
"Sure."
"Anything you want?"
"Cafeteria for lunch, but how about drinks tonight?"
I slipped in a subtle date invite, and she smiled faintly, playing along.
"Kang Intern, is this a date?"
"Just bonding with my superior."
"Fine. Grab something light for lunch, and I'll treat you to something nice tonight."
"Looking forward to it."
"Let's go."
Heading to the cafeteria with her, I couldn't hide my excitement. From the convenience store to the subway to the office—I'd seen it all. What other places had in store? Impossible not to wonder.
Gotta swing by the convenience store again.
Was it just the naked clerk concept? Or more? The office wasn't just bottomless—erections got handjobs, meetings meant fingering superiors. Absurd, but fun. The store probably had its twists too.
"Kang Ihyeon, what're you getting?"
"Western for me."
"Okay, I'll do Korean. We can share."
"Sure."
Anticipation had my cock twitching—what would happen here? No panties is inconvenient, though.
First time going commando. My erection bobbed with every step, root aching.
Not all good, huh.
"What?"
"Not every side dish can be tasty."
I alluded to my situation, but she didn't catch it. Why would she? She had no clue about the altered common sense.
"True. Got any foods you hate, Kang Ihyeon?"
"Spicy stuff."
"Spicy wimp, huh?"
"Not that I can't eat it—just don't love it."
"No spicy food for dinner then."
"You like it?"
"Yeah. Ever tried spicy tteokbokki and gopchang together? So good."
"Nope. Like gopchang, though."
Gopchang, huh. Used to be a guys' food—now girls loved it.
"Gopchang for dinner?"
"Can't wait."
Been ages since I'd had any.
"Here."
"Sure."
"Then hurry up and give me your cock."
"Pardon?"
Figures. Even the cafeteria wouldn't be normal. Shock faded quick—I was used to it by now. Grinning with anticipation, I presented my cock to her.