On the Phone (2)
No matter how much love you receive.
Even if you’re loved.
There’s something that can never be filled when it’s just the two of you.
“…”
It’s not his burning gaze that craves me.
It’s not my heart pounding wildly whenever I meet that gaze.
…It’s the way another woman looks at me from the side, her eyes full of envy.
“Master… sir…”
…I don’t actually think of him as my master.
It’s just that I don’t know what else to call him.
I’m only saying it because that’s what he wants.
“Haa…”
I felt embarrassed doing this cosplay in front of that woman, who still seemed a little awkward.
But why…
Why doesn’t it feel shameful at all to have my legs spread wide while wearing nothing but a collar?
Why doesn’t it feel embarrassing to have him stare at my now-smoother sex, or to feel my pussy spread open right in front of someone else?
If anything… it only makes me more excited.
“Nngh…, hng. Hoo…, Master… sir…”
His cock pushes back inside me, already filled with his seed, sliding along my melted, slick walls.
I’ve lost count of how many times he’s tasted me by now.
His thing.
“Hng, ugh…, haa…. D-does it… feel good…?”
“…Yeah.”
“Then… cum lots… inside me… hng, hng, ooh…”
I act spoiled for the man who turned me into this mess, offering my body to him.
Every time he grabs my hips and slams into me—thud, thud, thud—my breasts sway beautifully, and I cup them with my own hands, gently shaking them to tempt him.
…And at the same time, I show them off to the woman behind him.
“Haa…, do you… want to touch them too…? They’re really soft… ah… mmph…”
He falls for my seduction, squeezing my full breasts hard with one hand while leaning down to devour my lips.
Not too deep.
Just a rewarding kiss, like he’s praising me for doing well.
“…”
After that short kiss ends, he looks down at me and slowly caresses my body.
Both hands gripping my waist, his thumbs stroking my belly.
Slide, slide.
Up to my torso.
Then he grabs my slightly sweaty breasts tightly and—
“Why are you sticking your tongue out?”
“…”
He glares down at me like he’s angry, then squeezes my breast hard with his left hand while grabbing my foolishly hanging tongue with the other.
“Nngh… ehh…”
“Keep it out. Don’t swallow it.”
“Yesh…, hng, eh…, hehh…”
Breathless.
Sweaty.
Hot.
Like a dumb puppy with its tongue hanging out.
I keep my tongue stretched out while he uses my breasts like handles, gripping them tightly as he pounds into me.
My perky nipples get pinched between his fingers or sucked into his sticky mouth.
Every time, I pant like an idiot, happily squeezing the cock stirring inside me.
“Hehh…, hehh…”
“You listen so well, our Haeun.”
“Yes…, heh. I listened… well…”
Feeling his rough hands stroking me, I wrap my arms around the body that’s violating me, hook my legs around him, and slowly pull him closer.
Then—
“Praise me… Master… sir……♡”
I whisper into his increasingly hot ear, my voice and breath full of affection.
I enjoy the way his cock twitches inside me every time my breath brushes his ear.
Hoo, hoo.
Just like he did to me, I gently bite his earlobe.
“Do it as hard as you want… pound me… please… ooh…♡”
I take his roughening movements, lying on the bed that’s about to creak apart.
Feeling the weight of his thick body pressing down on me, I look at the small woman watching us and smile—not mockingly, but with genuine happiness.
“Ha, ah…, mmph…, chu…”
A kiss.
…I like it.
I like the faint mint scent that clings to him.
I like the way he kisses me, knowing every soft part of me and tapping them with his tongue.
“Mmph…, hah…. …Nngh……”
Right before I run out of breath, he stops the kiss and stares at me.
His hands, which had been freely roaming my soft body, grab the arms I’d wrapped around him and interlace our fingers.
Then he kisses me again, tongues intertwining, while thrusting deep—
Thud, thud.
Into my deepest parts.
“Hng…, mmph, nngh, ugh…, ugh…, hehh……mmph……”
Now I can’t even move anything except my toes.
I leave everything to him.
…And it feels so good.
“…”
Being loved by him in front of someone else.
Having a woman as impressive as her envy me.
…It’s driving me crazy.
“Hehh…, eh. Nngh… mmph…, chu…, nngh, hng, hng, nngh……”
He releases my tongue, burns my melted expression into his eyes, and keeps tasting my soaked mouth and pussy without ever looking back.
Even with a maid-cosplay idol standing right behind him.
He pours out days of pent-up lust on me first.
“Nngh, hng…, hng, hngh…, hehh…. Ha, M-Master… sir……♡”
…I wanted to show off.
That he craves me this much.
Honestly, lately I’ve enjoyed the way he secretly touches me at the gym almost as much as the sex itself.
In front of everyone.
Massaging my shoulders.
Grabbing my ass under the excuse of spotting me.
It felt even better when trainers and members tried to hit on me… because it was like he was claiming me as his.
“Haah…, haa…. M-Master…♡”
“…”
“Haeun’s… pussy… fill my womb… with lots… of cum… please… ooh……♡”
On the way home after work, when I smell like shampoo, he pulls me into a hidden spot and kisses me, saying I smell good.
…And every time the kiss ends, he whispers dirty things in my ear.
I love it.
All of it.
“Ha…ah…. …Master… the virgin pussy you… opened up… is now shaped like you… so… ah, hng, ooh……♥ mmph, chu……”
…My brain.
My tongue.
Even my walls, molded to his shape.
My softened womb.
My breasts, crushed and flattened against his body.
None of it moves according to my will anymore.
Everything I have…
He controls it.
This pleasure.
The pounding of my heart.
Even these vulgar lips that only spill filthy sounds.
All of it.
Belongs to him.
…Things only he is allowed to handle.
“Mmph……, hah…. Hehh……”
I wrap my legs tightly around his slowing hips, rubbing our sweaty interlaced fingers together.
After finishing that sticky, breathless kiss, I let his body collapse on top of mine.
…And once again, I fill my most precious place with his scent.
Different from what we did in the bathroom earlier.
…The pure essence of lust he poured out while looking only at me.
“Haa…, ha…ah…”
“…Haeun.”
“…Yeah.”
“Let go of my hand.”
“…Okay.”
Feeling his heartbeat as he slowly catches his breath, I search for the woman who had disappeared from view.
…Is she jealous?
Does she feel like she’s going crazy with envy?
Because she doesn’t have what I have.
Doesn’t it piss her off?
“…”
Just then, the woman who had climbed off the bed walks over to my side.
She takes his hand—the one I’d been holding—and instead of letting go, she throws a pillow over my face and sits lightly on it.
“Kgh…, hah. Hey, you…”
“…This is your punishment for cutting in line.”
My vision goes dark.
Even the sound is muffled by the pillow stuffing, but I can still hear the furious voice of the woman.
“…If you don’t kiss me, I’ll report you. Master.”
…That title, spoken by someone else instead of me.
“Chu… mmph…, heh. Hehe…”
Sticky.
Saliva mixing with saliva.
The girl’s voice, now sounding much calmer, reaches my ears clearly.
“Ah, seriously. You two are too much…”
“Keh…, ha. Hey, are you crazy…?”
The short kiss ends.
The woman who had been crushing me climbs off, removes the pillow, and looks down at me.
Then—
“…I’m not crazy. I’m just… jealous.”
…She was jealous of me.
Looking at my breasts marked with his handprints.
Staring at his cock still buried deep inside me.
…Watching his cum slowly leak out from where we’re joined.
“…”
The more I see her genuinely upset face, the more all my nasty feelings fade away.
And the more I see him watching us with a faint smile, the more an indescribable sense of satisfaction fills me.
Just like the last time I met my friends and told them about my first time with him.
Of course, back then I didn’t tell them any details.
But now…
I’ve shown them everything.
“…Kiss. Me too.”
“You already kissed him. Just now.”
“Still… do it.”
“…”
Twitch. Twitch.
I tighten my legs around the cock still buried inside me, twitching slightly, and pull it deeper.
With a desperate expression, I beg my Master—who just kissed another woman—for a kiss.
He won’t give in easily.
…So I take his hand and place it on my breast.
“…Hng…”
I don’t push away his hand as it squeezes me painfully hard.
…Instead, I offer him my other breast too.
“Please… Master……♥”
“…”
I stare straight at him—his eyes glued to my breasts—and glance at the woman biting her lip as she watches.
Then, as he leans in, I offer him my tongue once more.
“Nngh……♥”
…Feeling something the two of them could never experience together.
I feel just a tiny bit grateful to this annoying little girl.
While pressing every last drop of the cum already filling my pussy even deeper inside.
Right in front of another woman.
I let myself be dyed in his scent.