My Personal Toilet

"Hyeon-ju unnie!! Na-hui? Ahn... aaahng!"

Even I would have been thrown into confusion if this hadn't already been something we'd talked through. No—I already was confused. Wondering whether Hyeon-ju meant it for real.

"Why don't you offer them up to me too once the kids are grown? Then I'll fuck you mother-and-daughter style."

Truth was, I had zero intention of touching A-reum or A-hui. Same went for Na-hui. I just kept bringing up her daughters to torment her.

She flinched hard, her asshole clenching around me while her pussy gushed out a thick rush of juices.

"Yes! Ahn aaahng... Master, I'm coming. Coming from my ass."

Psssh.

Just the fantasy of getting fucked alongside her daughters was enough to send her over the edge in a big way.

With her pussy facing forward she sprayed more slick across the mirror, fouling it further. Her face was twisted up—full of conflict—but the pleasure climbing out of her ass soon had her eyes rolling and her mouth hanging open, drool sliding free.

I eased her thighs down so she could plant her feet. Eun-hui staggered the moment she touched the floor. I caught her soft waist in both hands and pulled my cockhead free.

Pop...

I'd wanted a good look at that stretched hole, but instead I grabbed my shaft and drove straight into her pussy.

"Aaahk... that one's still dirty—"

"Shut it. A slave doesn't get to make demands."

Squelch.

Tight.

I reached up and squeezed her breasts hard enough to hurt. Had she ever imagined being handled like this? Pain twisted her face, but the pleasure rising from her cunt layered over it until her expression went hazy and unreadable.

"Aaahk!! Ahn!! I'm sorry. Forgive me. Master—ahk!"

"Good girl. Now move however you want. Let's see what kind of technique Eun-hui's got."

I let go of her chest and took her waist instead. Her breasts, already flushed and swollen, swayed with the motion—clear palm prints left behind. She must have been hurting; she started kneading them herself. Tears gathered at the corners of her eyes. Whether from the pain or from despair at her own situation, I couldn't tell.

Wouldn't I have done the same? Following someone's orders without even knowing why—and realizing it was because your body had surrendered to their cock? That kind of self-loathing was beyond imagining.

Thud.

I sat on the edge of the bed. She rested her hands on my knees. I laid my palms over her breasts again, gently massaging the places where the handprints still showed. A tear fell onto the back of my arm.

"Move. Squeeze that pussy while you do it. Hyeon-ju, once you're done watching, go get breakfast ready. Oh—and this bitch already stole your share this morning, so make enough for yourself too."

"Yes? Yes, Master."

After answering, Hyeon-ju shot Eun-hui a glare and headed ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠for the living room.

"Yes... hic. Ahh. Ahh..."

Eun-hui planted her hands on my knees and started rolling her hips. The motion was clumsy.

Two women I'd once, as a kid, briefly wished could be my wife or my mother—now I'd fucked them both. The sense of taboo was delicious. Hyeon-ju wasn't blood, but Eun-hui was my aunt. And that aunt was impaled on my cock, chasing her own pleasure.

I toyed with her soft areola with my index finger and smiled.

"Is this a slut's pussy? You can't even squeeze half as hard as Hyeon-ju. Tighter!!"

"Yes? Yes... hic..."

Eun-hui's body jerked. At my shout she stopped circling her hips and put strength into her arms instead, bouncing her ass up and down.

A true myyeong-gi was still a myyeong-gi. The pressure was a shade lighter than Hyeon-ju's, but it felt like dozens of earthworms coiling and rubbing around my cockhead and shaft. The ridges deeper inside were the same.

Still, praising her as a myyeong-gi would only puff her up, so I kept degrading her and pushing her to move harder.

"Ahhk ahhhk aaa ahhk Master, like this?"

"Yeah. From now on you do Kegel exercises. Got it?"

"Yes ahhng."

Squelch. Thud thud.

She must have found her own rhythm; now she was lifting her whole body high and slamming back down.

"How does it compare to Seung-woo?"

"Ahn Master feels better. Way better ahn this huge cock. Feels so good ahn."

"That so? Then I ought to show you the full glory of the cock that's going to be your new husband."

I wrapped my arms around her waist, lifted her onto the bed, flipped her onto her stomach, made her press her legs together, braced her hips, and started pounding her hard.

Thud thud thud.

"Ahh ahn! Master it feels good aaa more more—"

My cock was long enough that even with her lying flat I could drive deep without any awkwardness. Her body trembled in fine shivers. Under my hands her skin burned hot.

Thud thud thud.

"Aaaahn."

"From now on, whenever I tell you to spread, you spread that pussy. Got it? I'll fuck you often..."

"Aahn yes. Ahhk... Ma-Master I'm coming again. My womb—my master's womb is shaking."

She was so far gone she was calling her own womb "Master's womb." The ridges around her cervix were grinding fiercely against my cockhead. The stimulation in that deep space must have been intense for her too; she kept lifting her upper body over and over.

According to Hye-yun, my cockhead filled her so completely that every spot inside got stimulated at once. Seemed to be true. With my glans scraping every sensitive place inside Eun-hui, she couldn't last long either.

She was a myyeong-gi, no question, but there was still a clear gap. One rank below Hyeon-ju in pure squeeze.

At this level I can probably make her come two or three times every time I shoot.

"Useless bitch. Master's nowhere near done yet. Go on—come."

"Ahhng yes Master aaaahn."

Her back arched hard. I reached around, cupped her breasts, and kissed her.

"Ahhng mmph."

Soon that mouth would be taking the same cock that had just been in her ass and pussy. First I wanted a taste of it myself.

She was experienced at kissing—eagerly pushing her tongue out to meet mine. The sense of conquest rolled through me.

"Ahh Master it feels so good. Haa haa..."

"We're not finished."

I released her body, pulled out just far enough to turn, my cock bending back at an almost painful angle. I caught her ankles, spread them to a comfortable width, then stretched my own legs out and lay down. I brought my feet up to her face.

"Suck my toes. Politely."

"Yes... mmph."

Her hands found my ankles. A moment later she was sucking on my toes.

Eun-hui's cunt kept spasming around me like a milking machine at the peak of orgasm. I savored it, resting my face against the mattress for a moment.

Ah. How many times is this since yesterday? I'm not even tired. Pull out and I'll get sleepy again, won't I?

The reason I never pulled out was simple. The second the cock left, a light drowsiness always crept in.

Once I felt all ten toes thoroughly sucked, I bent my knees again and started pistoning. The reverse curve made the stimulation vicious.

"Ahhng it's tearing me—aaaah!!"

The word "tearing" sent fresh strength surging through me.

"Aahn."

Still holding her ankles, I stood up completely. Eun-hui braced herself on her arms and looked up at me. I lowered her slowly until the crown of her head touched the mattress, her arms forming a triangle with the bed. A handstand pose from yoga—she'd clearly picked it up after following Hyeon-ju to classes.

I spread her legs wide left and right and locked my own waist between them.

"I like this view. The way a bitch like you looks up at me."

"Ahh. Ma-Master. I'm sorry."

"For what? Be honest and tell me what you did wrong to me. Do that and I'll fuck you again."

A brief hesitation. It didn't last long.

Her red lips parted.

"I knew my husband had taken out a life insurance policy and I never said anything. In January this year my brother said he was going to kill him with a shaman ritual. I'm sorry. I only found out the day before yesterday. And when Master was little..."

Thud thud.

Wham.

"Keuk ahk. Hyeon-ju why—ahk!"

"You crazy bitch!!! How dare you!!! And who said you could call me Hyeon-ju? Use honorifics!!"

"Hic yes. Unnie."

Hyeon-ju had charged in and kicked Eun-hui square in the stomach. Eun-hui writhed in pain. When Hyeon-ju wound up for another blow I stopped her.

"Enough. She said she didn't know. You'll kill her."

"This insane bitch, Master. I really didn't know about the life insurance."

Hyeon-ju dropped to her knees right in front of Eun-hui, pressed both hands together, and started begging frantically.

Scrape scrape.

The rice cooker had been humming for a while—breakfast was already cooking. I'd heard footsteps approaching the door, so I'd made Eun-hui confess. The result was Hyeon-ju kicking her in the gut. I'd expected a slap at most while sitting down... my mistake. I'd underestimated her temper.

"That's enough, Hyeon-ju. Call me when the food's ready and go check on it. You too, Eun-hui—stop."

"Yes, Master."

I laid Eun-hui down and knelt on the bed myself. She rubbed her stomach and wrapped her legs around my waist again.

"Then you don't mind becoming ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠my toilet, right? From now on you'll pay for your sins as my personal toilet."

"Hic... yes."

Toilet.

Did she even know what that meant?

From now on I wouldn't use a bathroom for pissing at home. That mouth of Eun-hui's—that was where ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠my urine would go.

This bitch had known. Hyeon-ju might have been acting, but she claimed she hadn't known, so for now I would believe her. That only made Eun-hui more unforgivable. Of course her husband Seung-woo was the real culprit, but if you know something, you can at least apologize, can't you?

I planted my arms beside her shoulders, pulled my hips back, and slammed in again.

Squelch. Thud! Thud thud thud.

"Aahn a aaahk Master ahn it feels so good."

I slapped the legs wrapped around my waist until they loosened, then folded her thighs up against her sides. With her pussy tilted high I started pounding down into it like I was driving nails.

Thud thud thud!!

"Haaaahn!!!"

Her breasts bounced wildly. The hand that had been rubbing her belly now clutched my arm for support while she thrashed her head side to side. Her eyes had already rolled back.

The belly that had taken a soccer kick was swelling red and angry.

"Aaaahn."

The signs of climax—her body shook harder, her breasts swelled even fuller and bounced more violently. Eyes half-lidded, mouth open, she poured out unbroken moans.

"Haaahn!!"

The urge to come rose in me.

"I'm cumming. Open your womb."

"Ahhk ahn Master I'm not safe aaaah—"

"Give birth. Give birth to one more slave bitch."

Looking at the face she loved so much, I lost my reason for a second and shouted it. After Hyeon-ju, now Eun-hui too. More kids were fine. I wouldn't impregnate Hye-yun for at least ten years—she had her career to think about.

"Ahhk yes. I'll give birth and offer them up. Aaaaahn."

Psssh psssh.

Semen shot up through my urethra in thick ropes.

"It's hot aaaahn Maaaster—"

Her pupils went completely slack. A moment later they vanished into her eyes. Her mouth hung open, spit sliding down her cheek onto the mattress.

I kept my cock buried deep and rode out the orgasm. After three climaxes her inner pressure had climbed high.

Satisfying.

Flexibility? Not a myyeong-gi? Well, she was more flexible than Hyeon-ju even without exercising...

After a full minute of continuous ejaculation her belly had rounded out. I stroked it as I pulled free.

Pop.

Splat.

Semen and juices dirtied my own stomach.

Thud.

I released her ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠legs; they flopped open and dropped onto the mattress. I moved up to her gaping mouth, gripped my cock, and pushed the head inside.

"Listen carefully, toilet. You're a toilet. Don't spill a single drop."

"Mmph?"

She seemed to sense something. Looking up at my suddenly harsh face, her slack eyes snapped back into focus and began to tremble. Tears welled.

I grinned.

"You could have told me, couldn't you? Talent-stealing ritual, murder ritual, life insurance. You kept your mouth shut three times. You bystander bitch. Treating you like a toilet is me being generous. Should I just stop fucking you altogether?"

She shook her head desperately, still holding my cock in her mouth. Tears streamed from her eyes—whether because she couldn't bear the thought of no more sex or because she was becoming a toilet, I couldn't tell.

"Swallow it. To you it's holy water."

I released the urge and pissed.

Her cheeks, clamped around my cockhead, ballooned.

She was holding it without swallowing, so I gave the order.

"Drink."

Gulp.

Trickle.

Piss leaked from the corners of her mouth while tears poured even harder from her eyes.

Then her eyes went wide with shock. She stared at my cock, suddenly grabbed it with both hands, and started gulping greedily.

Gulp gulp.

"Crazy bitch. A real toilet. Perfect toilet."

"Does it taste good?"

"Mmph yes. It's sweet. Excuse me, Master, but you don't have diabetes, do you?"

"What?"

Sweet?

My piss was sweet?

The stream had already stopped long ago, yet she was still sucking and slurping at my cock.

Diabetes? Chaehyang? What the hell?

If piss tastes sweet, the first thought is diabetes. Worry flickered through me.

Ah!!! Thank you, Jini-nim.

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