Bottomless Office (3)
Yoo Yeonhui grabbed my cock with her hand as I brought it right up to her face.
So it's not like cum replaces food entirely.
It wasn't some hopeful assumption I'd come up with. If that were the case, she wouldn't have bothered fetching a tray in the first place. She'd have just crawled under the table.
"Hurry up and cum already. How else am I supposed to eat?"
"You planning to pour it on your food?"
"Duh. Aren't you acting kinda weird today, Ihyeon?"
"Haha, sorry about that."
Yoo Yeonhui stroked me up and down just like she had during that handjob in the office earlier, tilting her head in confusion. I must've looked strange to her for not being used to the world's altered common sense yet.
Though it'd be weirder if I was used to it.
This wasn't even a concept I'd set, so how was I supposed to know the details? Looked like I'd have to put up with being treated like a total noob for a while.
"Why's your dick so huge? My arm's getting tired."
"How about using your mouth?"
"My mouth?"
"Yeah."
The words slipped out before I could stop them. I'd been staring at her lips as she licked them hungrily, her stomach growling, and it just tumbled out. I prayed it didn't clash with common sense. This was such a great company—getting fired for sexual harassment would be way too unfair.
Even if I got fired, I'd have to fuck Yoo Yeonhui first.
"So you'll cum faster that way?"
"If you suck it, yeah."
"Flatterer."
Thank god asking for a blowjob didn't count as harassment. Then again, she'd already jerked me off—why would a blowjob be a big deal?
Wonder if sex is on the table?
I wanted to ask, but sex felt riskier. A blowjob and full-on fucking weren't the same weight class.
"Come a little closer."
"Yes, ma'am."
I eagerly positioned my cock right in front of her face. Pure, no-strings pleasure—what a fantastic company this was. The only downside was that she was my superior, so I couldn't grab her head and thrust.
"Here goes."
Yoo Yeonhui took the tip of my dutifully presented cock into her mouth.
"Gah! Wait—!"
A yelp escaped me.
"Mm...? What?"
"C-Could you be careful with your teeth?"
"Does it hurt?"
"Like hell."
Her teeth had scraped my glans—rookie mistake from a virgin new to blowjobs.
"Sorry, does it hurt a lot?"
If she were my girlfriend, I'd have trained her with a sex toy or some veggie, but she was my boss. And with our mentor-mentee dynamic, I didn't have the bandwidth to coach her right then.
She looked apologetic as I gripped my cock. Her expression was surprisingly cute, so I forgot the pain and grinned.
"I'm good."
"Really?"
"Try again. Careful with the teeth this time."
"Look at you, trying to teach your mentor."
I shrugged at her slightly annoyed look. What could I do? She was a blowjob newbie.
"Just this once."
"Yep."
"Mm...."
She narrowed her eyes at me, brushed her hair back, and took my cock in her mouth again. Her small lips enveloped the head, and I felt her warmth.
"That's nice."
"Oh?"
"Yeah, take a bit more."
"Mmm... mm...."
Yoo Yeonhui furrowed her brow slightly as she swallowed more of me.
"Mm... guh, pfft...! Too big... haa... can't take it all."
"Do what you can."
I desperately held back the urge to grab her hair and fuck her face. Couldn't risk blowing future opportunities on impulse.
"Again?"
"Yeah. Slow now— no teeth, and wrap your tongue around it."
"Got it, mm... guh... haa...."
One hand swept her hair back; the other gripped my thigh. Saliva dribbled from the corners of her mouth around my shaft. Her clumsiness made it all the hotter—like I was the one dyeing her in my colors.
Slurp... slurp... schlop...
The lewd sounds from her mouth tickled my ears.
"Suck like it's a straw—breathe in."
"Guh... guh... schluuuurp..!"
She followed instructions perfectly.
"Ngh...."
No teeth, a bit clumsy, but her tongue wriggled just right, and now vacuum suction on top. Perfection.
"Schluuuurp... kkh, cough cough..!"
Can't nail it on the first try, huh.
Disappointing, but she'd choked on the vacuum and spat me out. Still, promising. Practice makes perfect.
"You okay?"
"Yeah... haa... haa... this is tough. How do others do it?"
A glance around showed no one else getting blown. No wonder she eyed me suspiciously.
"Does mouth really make you cum faster?"
"Swear it."
"Hmmm...."
She wasn't convinced.
"For real. If it's too hard, just use your hand."
I was innocent here. Mouth over hand for quicker release? Obvious, right?
"Resting makes it take longer."
"Fine."
No point risking her suspicion leading to extra chores later, so I shifted her focus—to handjob instead of mouth, which was kinda funny.
Her strokes were smoother now, practiced from morning. Plus, slick with her spit—like natural lube, sticky and perfect. Orgasm built fast.
"Gonna cum."
"Hold on."
She whipped her tray under my cock lightning-fast. The sight cooled my excitement a tad, but my load didn't care—it shot out anyway.
"Whoa...."
"Hoo...."
The thrill of the situation pumped out a huge load. Enough for a shot glass, maybe.
"Thanks. Want some?"
"Ew, no thanks."
Even thinking about it was gross. Me eating my own cum? No way. Kissing after a blowjob's hard enough for guys.
Hot seeing another woman swallow mine, but me? Hard pass. I'd rather die.
How do they even kiss after?
Porn sometimes shows it post-blowjob, but I just pitied the guy.
"Suit yourself."
"Enjoy."
My cum.
Actors fake it anyway. I watched Yoo Yeonhui devour her cum-drenched meal. When else would I see this? Had to savor it.
"Can I see this anytime now?"
"Hm?"
"Nothing."
No clue how long this'd last, but it didn't seem ending soon.
"Mmm... Ihyeon, your cum's so thick in scent and taste."
"Yeah?"
I wouldn't know. Didn't wanna.
But she rambled on, critiquing it for some reason.
"Like jelly. Chewing spreads this fishy flavor everywhere—kills the taste of the sides."
Is she mad?
Nah, no anger in her expression. Her cheeks were even flushed, like the blowjob and cum had turned her on.
"This is too good to hog. You should feed the others too."
"Got it."
No plans to limit myself to her anyway. So many hotties at the company—why tie myself down? Not in a place this perfect.
"All done?"
"Yeah. Let's go."
I followed as she stood first.
"Oh."
"What?"
"You're soaked."
A clear liquid—not sweat—stained the seat where she'd sat.
"What's that?"
"Looks good to me."
Excited from sucking me off and swallowing? Yoo Yeonhui was a natural pervert.
"Ihyeon, you're really weird today."
Intern work's light. Lunch ended, time dragged, and suddenly it was quitting time. I waited for Yoo Yeonhui downstairs.
Wonder how she'll handle outside?
Dress before leaving, or after? Former's fine; latter's hell in winter.
"Wait long?"
"Nah."
She'd stayed late tying up loose ends—not much, but she looked apologetic.
"Then buy me a drink too."
"Obviously."
"Sweet."
"What, thought I'd stick the intern with the bill?"
"Graciously accepted."
Still bottomless as ever. Where would she dress?
"Time to get dressed."
"Yes."
Before leaving—correct answer.
Phew, dodged a bullet.
No winter job-hunt fears for other concepts. Assuming I convert to full-time.
"Now, the real question's outside."
I wondered how memories would shift. Would she forget the handjob and blowjob? Replace them? Or just blank?
Pushing worries aside, I followed Yoo Yeonhui out of Jeonghwa Mulsan Company.