Park Hyeon-ju

Even as I stripped off my T-shirt, then my pants, I never took my eyes off her. Her gaze only grew brighter, hungrier; she kept swallowing hard.

I could feel my cock hanging slack and swaying, and Hyeon-ju's pupils tracked the head of it without fail.

From the handful of exchanges and the way she had already behaved, I could tell she had a submissive streak — nothing like what I had expected. I had assumed she was dominant and fretted over how to break her into a slave; with a submissive nature like this, I had a feeling the whole thing might be finished by today or tomorrow.

I would go hard.

Kill off whatever dominance still lingered in her, and cultivate that submissive core until it bloomed.

I ran Michael's videos back through my head one more time.

"Get down on the floor and kneel. Then crawl over to me on your knees. Hands behind your back — grab your elbows."

"Huh? O-okay."

I summoned a blank, cold expression, and felt my face settle into it. Even my voice dropped into a low, growling register that filled the room and matched the moment.

She scrambled off the bed in a hurry, dropped to her knees on the floor, then rose onto them and truly began to crawl — hands locked behind her, face tight with urgency.

I took hold of my cock and waited. A moment later her breath washed hot against my balls.

Haa… haa…

Heup… heup…

She panted roughly, then dragged air in hard through her nose.

Thok. Thok.

I slapped the head of my cock against her forehead, and still there was not a flicker of humiliation on her face. If anything, her mouth followed the tip, her whole face swaying after it.

"You want to eat this?"

"Yeah."

I cracked the head of my cock across her cheek as she nodded hard.

Smack.

A faint flush bloomed on her cheek.

"Honorifics. That's my style. I dominate women. If you don't like it, leave."

Not really.

Aside from Hye-yun I still had no other woman, and "dominate"? I didn't know the first thing about it. All I knew was that I had to do this the way Michael did.

She swayed.

For a split second her eyes tried to turn vicious — then they landed on the cockhead I was waving in front of her face, went soft and vacant, and she nodded.

"…Yes."

I set the tip against her lips.

Soft flesh brushed the slit of my urethra.

"Not yet. Don't suck until I tell you to."

"Yes…"

Even as she answered, she slyly nipped the head with her lips.

I reached ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠out with my left hand and stroked the crown of her head.

"No hands. Suck. Keep your eyes on mine the whole time. Now suck."

That upward gaze.

I had only done this once before, and already I knew how deeply it fed something in the mind.

"Yes. Slurp."

The videos on the laptop Hye-yun had brought earlier flickered through my head — Hye-yun saying we should try that next.

Focus on Hyeon-ju. Focus.

I shook the thought off and kept stroking her hair.

"Your mouth's big enough to take it in one go. Good. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠No teeth."

"Slurp. Slurp."

Her mouth stretched wide, swallowed the head whole, and put everything to work — lips, tongue, palate — working my cock. Her lips clamped down on the head; then her palate ground against it while her tongue coiled around the tip.

Those eyes looking up. Perfect bitch eyes. A female ready to surrender to my cock.

Same look as the porn actresses. Even the little smile while she sucks.

Remembering the months of grief this woman had put me through made me want to torment her harder — but to forge her into a perfect slave, I would hold back today and tomorrow.

I would send her over the edge for certain.

Make the taste so unforgettable she would come crawling back on her own and declare herself my slave.

She took my still half-hard cock deep. It cleared her soft palate without effort and sank farther; then she pulled the head back out to her lips and breathed.

"Slurp. Hoo… hoo…"

Hot breath from her nose struck the shaft. She rocked her head again, working the tip front to back, and I felt myself go fully hard.

"Take it deeper."

"Slurp. Mm?"

Jini's words, spoken once while I was fucking Hye-yun, came back to me.

And the knowledge that had come with it.

I had never gone that deep with Hye-yun, but I remembered how, when she sucked me, the tip had sometimes eased gently past her soft palate.

Hyeon-ju really is this obedient?

I stroked her ear gently as she looked up at me with puzzled eyes. Then she swallowed the veined length of my cock.

"Ulp… slurp."

Mm… so it doesn't only bend for Hye-yun…

Hyeon-ju's eyes went wide. She stared up and down at the flexing cock in open wonder; I snorted a laugh and gave her cheeks a few light slaps.

Softly at first — no point sparking resentment this early.

Smack. Smack.

Both cheeks flushed red.

And then Hyeon-ju smiled — a shy little grin, just like the women in the videos.

"Deeper. Swallow it."

She took me deep.

"Ghhk…"

Looking down, I saw her throat swell nearly twice its normal ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠size; her chin finally bumped my balls.

Her bright eyes shone as if begging for praise.

Stroke. Stroke.

The carrot —

Smack.

— and the stick.

I raised the force until the slap actually stung, and still her eyes smiled up at me.

"Good. Now clamp that throat and milk a load out of me. Show me what your throat-pussy can do. If you make me cum with it, I promise I'll fuck you straight through till morning without sleeping."

Her eyes flew wide. Then they lit up, and she nodded hard.

"Slurp. Slurp."

Pressure mounted on the head and shaft. She tensed her throat until the veins stood out; her face flushed deeper and deeper red.

Smack. Smack.

I kept raising the force, curious how long she would keep smiling — until the slaps burned.

That shy little grin. Still there.

"Tighter."

Slurp. Slurp. Hoo… hoo…

Hmm. The throat-pussy's nothing special. Hye-yun's mouth is far better.

Her eyes never left mine as she bobbed her head, swallowing and releasing my cock over and over.

Frustrating. The edge simply would not come.

I reached out, seized her head — one hand on the back of her skull, the other gripping cheek and throat — and drove straight in.

"Slurp. Ulp—"

"This is taking forever. Clamp that throat-pussy properly. Answer me with a nod."

"Ulp— ulp—"

She nodded.

I started using her head like a fist, pistoning her on my cock. She couldn't breathe at first; then she found the rhythm, exhaling through her nose the instant her airway opened.

Slurp. Slurp. Hoo… hoo… hoo…

"If it gets ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠too much, hit my thigh."

Thud. Thud. Thud.

Ghhk— grrk—

Strange wet sounds filled the room.

Her head slammed into my stomach; my balls cracked against her chin.

Smack.

Her eyes started to roll. I slapped her cheek with the hand still locked on the back of her head.

"Stay with me. Clamp that throat."

She nodded.

Veins stood out all the way up to her forehead. Her red face was turning bluish; her thickened neck was a lattice of veins.

Slurp. Slurp. Hoo… hoo…

Thud. Thud. Thud.

The way the men in the videos had done it, I dropped one hand to her throat and added pressure around my cock. Or had they just been choking her?

Then the climax surged up. I yanked her head forward and twisted left and right for one last squeeze.

"I'm cumming. I'm going to dump it straight into your stomach — drink it all."

"Ulp— ulp—"

My plan to go soft had shattered from the first round. Frustration — her throat barely registering on my cock — had done it.

I felt the semen fire through the slit and empty straight down her esophagus.

Psshhht— psshhht—

Gulp.

It went on and on. I had noticed it with Hye-yun too: a full minute at baseline, roughly two hundred fifty milliliters — an absurd volume.

Even after dumping that much into Hye-yun, the amount never changed.

Halfway through the load her face went even redder; she flailed, helpless with her head locked in my grip, and finally slapped my thigh.

Tap. Tap.

Smack.

"Mm. You last took a breath less than a minute ago. Hold it."

Tears welled in her eyes; her face shaded toward blue. She thrashed.

My resolve wavered.

"Hold your breath a second. I'll pull out right away — don't want cum going down your windpipe."

I clenched down on the orgasm and slid my cock free in one long pull.

"Kek— kek— hah— hah— cough— hah— hah—"

Thick spit and semen spilled from her wide-open mouth.

Tears stood in her eyes; a bubble of snot formed at her nose and burst.

I tipped her face up and fired the rest of the load I had been holding across it.

Psshhht— splat—

White ropes blanketed her forehead, her eyes, everything.

"…Ulp… this is—"

Thok.

I held the orgasm again and slapped her mouth with the head of my cock.

"Open."

"Haaah… haaah… Yes."

Psshhht—

"Ulp… gulp… gulp…"

I shot the last of it into her open mouth until it filled.

"Don't swallow. When I cum in your mouth, you hold it and show me."

The same pleasure I had taken from Hye-yun.

She nodded.

"Open."

"Ah."

She parted her lips. Her mouth was full of cum; her whole face looked like it had been painted with the stuff.

"Swallow. Good girl. That throat-pussy of yours is usable."

Not really.

But the lie, spoken to win her heart, made her look almost radiant with happiness.

"Gulp. Thank you. Haaah…"

The moment I let go and stepped back, she scraped the cum off her entire face with her hands and fed it into her mouth — staring straight at me the whole time.

"That's it."

"Slurp. Yes."

Hye-yun was the same — neither of them seemed to find the taste bitter; they ate it like it was good. She cleaned her face thoroughly, then bent down and licked up even the cum that had hit the floor.

"Taste good?"

"Lick… Yes. Weirdly… it does."

She looked up, smiled, and went back to licking the floor.

I crouched beside her, stroked the head of the woman lapping the floorboards, and asked out of genuine curiosity.

"This is how I am when I follow my desires. Think you can handle it?"

"Slurp… Yes."

She nodded — and kept licking the residual cum still sliding down her face.

"Getting treated like this by your own nephew, and your cunt's still dripping?"

"…Yes."

That one made her hesitate a beat — embarrassment, maybe.

"Finish licking, then go brush your teeth. I'll stand right here — start with cock-cleaning. If you're my woman, you always clean my cock after I cum."

Cock-cleaning. A phrase I had first heard from Hye-yun.

It wasn't a lie.

Hye-yun did it on her own.

"Yes… lick…"

She nodded and went back to licking the floor.

Tongue stretched long, crawling across the linoleum as she lapped — the sight was almost unnerving.

Then she went into the master bathroom, came out a few minutes later, and knelt in front of me again.

"Cock-cleaning means…?"

"Ah. You use your tongue to clean off every bit of juices and cum stuck to my cock. And at the end you suck out whatever's left inside the urethra and swallow it."

"Yes."

Without being told, she locked her hands behind her back, stuck out her tongue, and began licking my cock.

"Use your hands when you clean it."

"Lick… Yes."

Her small hand gripped near the head, lifted it, and her tongue dragged long, slow strokes down the shaft.

"If there's any on the balls, suck those too."

"Yes… lick…"

That soft tongue climbed and descended the shaft. Then she let the cock hang, licked it, lifted it again, crawled in close, and started on my balls.

Ugh…

My body jerked. Having her tongue on my balls was intense.

She must have felt the reaction — she smiled that shy smile and pressed even closer. Still smiling, she took one ball into her mouth and rolled it, then the other. The sensation was strange, hard to name — not bad.

"You ever do this for your husband?"

"Slurp… No. Just from porn. Slurp. Slurp."

She gave me a wicked little smile, stretched my cock taut, took the head between her lips, and sucked while her hand stroked the shaft.

Slowly, I started getting hard again.

"Enough. I'm going to fuck you now — get on the edge of the bed in cat pose."

"Yes."