Tormenting the Married Woman (4)
Back when I'd first slept with Han Minah, the thought had struck me immediately. Wow... those are huge. With a pair that size, I'd wondered if I might actually get to watch a woman suck on her own breasts — the kind of thing you only ever saw in porn.
And now that exact scene was unfolding right in front of my eyes.
I started driving into her harder, the wet slap of hips on ass filling the room, and the pleasure crashing over her became too much to take. Han Minah finally tore her mouth away from her own breast.
"Aahh, nngh... nnnh, nnnngh, haah, haaahn, hnnngh, haah, haaah...! Haah, Woojin, heuuh... nnh, haah, haah, haaaaahh...!"
Not that it mattered. I could just do it myself.
I sealed my lips around the breast still glistening with her saliva and rolled my hips, and Han Minah's uniquely writhing pussy clamped down hard around my cock. It didn't take long after I started moving again.
I slammed in to the hilt. My cock throbbed, pulsing over and over as I emptied myself inside her.
"...Ah, ahaaaahhnnn... nnh, nnnngh...!"
The third time I came, Han Minah climaxed right along with me, her moans breaking off in ragged, hitching gasps, like she couldn't catch her breath.
But true to form — Han Minah recovered fast. She unclenched the fists that had been twisting the sheets and wound her arms around my neck, gazing up at me with a thoroughly wanton look.
"Haaaah... Woojin..."
The truth was, Han Minah's face was a complete wreck. Tear tracks ran down her cheeks from who-knew-when. Drool had been leaking from her mouth long enough to leave a damp patch on the pillow. Those eyes that were always so full of life had gone completely unfocused. And above all, her hair — Han Minah, who always kept every strand perfectly in place, now had it thoroughly, hopelessly mussed.
"Woojin... haah, haah... more, mooore... give me more..."
And if she was going to look at me like that and beg for more —
I pounded into her without mercy.
"Hnnnnnngh...!!"
The routine after the third orgasm was much the same. Han Minah would lewdly demand more. I'd get so turned on by the sight of her that I'd slam into her even harder. When I couldn't hold back, I'd empty myself deep inside her. Watching her shudder through another climax would get me even harder, and I'd start moving my hips all over again.
By the time I'd come inside Han Minah something like nine times, she was trembling violently, as if every last scrap of pleasure that had been building since her previous climax had crashed over her all at once.
"Hh, haah, haah, haaaaaaah...!"
I was so turned on I started to move again, but —
"Woojin, Woojin... haaah... Woojin, wait..."
"What?"
"Just a second, haaah... haah, haaah..."
Han Minah suddenly stopped me. She gave my shoulder a careful little pat, so I pulled my hips back without resistance.
And then all the cum that had been trapped inside her came surging back out in a filthy, spectacular rush.
"Nnh..."
My cock, still ready for another round, grew even harder at the sight, as if begging to be put back inside. But Han Minah looked like she had something to say, so I waited.
She let out a long, heavy sigh — like someone who'd just been hit with a sudden wave of post-nut clarity — and lightly tidied her ruined hair. Then she looked at me and gave an embarrassed little smile.
Han Minah looked at Woojin, who was watching her with concern.
"I'm just... I'm worn out, Woojin."
"Didn't you push yourself too hard today?"
"No. That's not what I meant..."
Honestly, it had felt so, so good that she was genuinely grateful she hadn't been able to sleep with her husband last night. A glance at the clock said eleven. After getting off work, she'd met Woojin and spent the next several hours doing nothing but screaming — and the pleasure she'd felt in those few short hours had been more intense than everything she'd felt in her entire life combined.
No. To put it even more dramatically, even if you added up every bit of pleasure she'd ever experienced before, it still wouldn't have matched what she'd felt in the last few hours. It was probably because all the lust that had been building up for so long — plus the hunger that even Woojin thrusting away inside her hadn't quite been able to satisfy — had finally exploded all at once, making everything feel that much more intense.
But that was exactly why it scared her a little. She was afraid she might actually fall for him.
"...It was good. Woojin."
"Was it?"
"Yeah. It was really good. Maybe too good, because all of a sudden I just... ah, I'm not tired, exactly. It's more like, uhhh..."
No. She might have already fallen for him.
Looking at Woojin's cock — still standing stiff after filling her so completely — Han Minah felt regret and exhilaration at the same time. The thrill of knowing she could keep going if she wanted. And at the same time, the pang of knowing that if she couldn't hold herself back right now, her actual relationship might be in real danger.
Han Minah — who through sheer self-discipline had risen all the way to Manager by her mid-thirties, and kept her looks besides — decided to leave the last bite on the plate.
Woojin, on the other hand, seemed a little disappointed.
"Are you a little disappointed, Woojin?"
"Hmm... not really. I was plenty satisfied too."
"For someone who's satisfied, yours is still standing like that."
"Well. That's because you look so filthy right now, Team Leader."
"Heheh..."
Han Minah found a way to soothe that faint disappointment of his and, at the same time, keep from losing the initiative in whatever this was between them.
"Woojin. Would you sit up for me?"
"Ah, sure."
Woojin sat on the edge of the bed, and Han Minah climbed down off it on unsteady legs. To hide how badly they were still shaking, she dropped to her knees between his thighs with a pair of soft thuds and gazed at his cock, which was still standing stiffly at attention.
"Hnnn..."
She'd sucked him off last time, too — but now that the fog had cleared even a little, she found herself appraising his cock with something like objectivity.
It was big. It was long. It was thick.
Her husband wasn't small, was he? He was actually on the larger side, wasn't he? No — compared to this, it was absurd. It was almost insulting to even make the comparison.
A self-deprecating little laugh escaped her at the thought no married woman should ever be having. Woojin tilted his head.
"Team Leader, did something happen today?"
"Hm? Today?"
"You just seemed really desperate. I was wondering if something was going on."
"Mmm... no. Nothing like that. I told you before we started, didn't I? That I want to receive my promotion scores more consistently, so even if I get fewer points per session, I'd rather increase the number of tests."
"Right."
"That's all it is. The more often we do it, the faster I get promoted. Right?"
He nodded slowly, as if accepting the roughly brushed-off explanation. Han Minah gave him a sly little smile at the look on his face, then parted her lips.
She carefully rested her hands on the insides of his thighs and pushed his cock — still slick with her own juices and his cum — deep into her mouth.
The pattern was becoming familiar. Like Lim Jiwoo and Chae Dayeon, Han Minah had used her mouth first the first time we'd slept together — and now, the second time, we'd gone straight to sex and she was finishing me off with her mouth.
Both were good. Both were very good. But this — the feeling that she was cleaning a cock still filthy with her own juices and my cum — hit something deeper. It felt like I'd conquered her completely.
Han Minah, though, didn't seem inclined to let herself be conquered that easily.
She sucked and licked with wet, devoted sounds, then pulled off just long enough to speak, her hand never stopping — rubbing the head with wet, squelching strokes so the pleasure wouldn't break even while we talked.
"Haah... Woojin."
"Yeah?"
"Last time. When I said you could come in my mouth and then immediately took it back — you weren't sulking about that, were you?"
"I wasn't sulking. I mean, I got to put it in you right away, so I was happy either way."
"But coming in my mouth. You don't hate that, right?"
"I like it, actually."
"Mm. Today I'll really let you come in my mouth."
She really does know, doesn't she. Han Minah understood exactly what turned a man on.
Even after the conversation ended, she kept rubbing the head against her palm in slow, wet strokes, then dipped her head toward the shaft and started licking — from the shaft down to the base, even the balls, thoroughly, insistently, like she genuinely intended to clean every inch of me.
The licking itself, done that thoroughly, didn't actually provide that much stimulation. It certainly wasn't enough to make a man come. But she was still rubbing the most sensitive part of me with her palm the entire time. And on top of that —
"Haah... tell me when you're close. I'll put it in my mouth right away."
— she'd promised, in no uncertain terms, that she'd let me finish in her mouth. The urge to come surged up all at once.
Still, I held it back as long as I could. I wanted to watch her serve me like this for as long as possible. After a while, Han Minah pulled her mouth off my cock, her tongue apparently starting to ache from all the licking. She even took her hand off the head.
My cock, briefly left in peace, twitched in the open air. Han Minah stared at it — stared long enough that I started to feel a little self-conscious — and then something seemed to occur to her. She uncurled her folded legs a little and shuffled deeper between my thighs.
I was still wondering what she was up to when she lifted her own breasts in both hands, closed the last of the distance on her knees, and set those lifted breasts right against my pubic bone.
In other words, she sandwiched my cock between them.
"...Has any woman ever done this for you?"
"Ah, no. What kind of woman would even... I mean, who besides someone like you could do this, Team Leader?"
"So I'm the first woman who's ever done this for you?"
"That's right."
"Hnnn..."
A look of genuine amusement crossed her face. She pressed in on the outer sides of her breasts and started rubbing them up and down, back and forth.
A thick, unfamiliar pleasure rolled up through me — nothing like a mouth, or a hand, or a pussy, but unmistakably, undeniably good. Stronger than any of that, though, was the visual.
Han Minah's enormous breasts. My cock trapped between them. Her hands squeezing and stroking. And on top of all that, because I'd set my cock on the larger side, the head poked out just above the top of even those huge breasts — and Han Minah was licking it.
This... it'd be a waste to come in her mouth. A real waste.
"Team Leader."
"Hm? What is it?"
"Can I come somewhere other than your mouth?"
"And where do you want to come?"
Where else.
"On your face, Team Leader."