Dessert, Then Another Course
After you finish the dessert, there will be an additional meal.
Among the so-called sex fantasies that men and women alike tend to have, I’d say one of the most common has to be the uniform fantasy.
For men, maybe it’s a bunny girl outfit, or a nurse’s uniform, or a military uniform.
And I’m certain flight attendants are on that list too.
Why else would grown adults still dress up in school uniforms and have sex, and why would costume outfits sell so explosively on every adult site out there?
“Haaah….”
“I think this part tastes even better than the food.”
Yoon Hanna, perched on his lap, buried her face against the side of Song Hoon’s neck and let out a breath that was almost a moan, feeling his hand slide under the slit of her skirt.
“Right now, it’s service time, sir. This course includes one main steak and two other dishes. For pairings, there’s one red wine and one white wine each. And for dessert, there’s fruit.”
Yoon Hanna introduced each dish one by one.
“As expected of an experienced pro. The details are different.”
Song Hoon listened to her explanation with one hand on her thigh and the other around her waist.
“After you finish the dessert, there will be an additional meal.”
With those words, she loosened the strength in her legs and leaned into Song Hoon’s body, sucking and licking at the side of his neck.
Smack— suck. Slurp—
“The extra meal is your dedicated staff member, Yoon Hanna. Sir, please eat as much as you like, however you like.”
“Ah.”
“However, I’d like to ask one favor, sir. Please don’t tear the uniform or anything like that.”
She gave him a light kiss, then whispered into his ear.
“If you tear the uniform, I’ll get disciplined at work. Sorryyyy. If this were Korea, where we had spares, I’d let you eat to your heart’s content.”
“I’ve got one favor too.”
At his words, Yoon Hanna looked up at him.
Song Hoon lifted his phone.
“Later, when we fuck, let’s film you from behind while you’re taking care of this dedicated staff member, Yoon Hanna.”
At the word video, Yoon Hanna’s expression wavered violently.
“Only the backside. Then I’ll eat you up nicely without tearing the uniform.”
She was wavering. The smell of food stabbing at her nose, Song Hoon’s strange scent making her heart flutter, the lower half of her body trembling with electric heat.
If it had been any other time, she would have flatly refused. And even when her ex-boyfriends tried things like this, she would have broken up with them or told them not to be ridiculous.
“You have to… absolutely keep your promise.”
Instead of answering, Song Hoon kissed her long and deeply.
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“I’ll begin serving now.”
Yoon Hanna cut the steak on the table into bite-sized pieces, put one piece into Song Hoon’s mouth, then took a bite of her own and chewed carefully.
It’s delicious…!
No wonder this was a five-star hotel.
Even room service being this high in quality and taste was unbelievable.
She’d flown to the U.S. many times over the years and eaten countless meals while taking vacations, but this was easily among the very best.
And it wasn’t just the steak. The pasta, the other dishes—everything was exceptional.
“Haa… so this is gourmet…”
She finally understood why the word for eating delicious food was gourmet. Or at least, that’s what it felt like.
Maybe because she usually ate so little, her stomach already felt full when she’d barely eaten anything.
“I hate that.”
“What do you hate? We can have more tomorrow.”
She felt almost painfully reluctant to let go of that fullness.
Ah, right. The photo… I was supposed to take a photo.
But she couldn’t forget her duty.
Right now, she was in the middle of dedicated-flight-attendant play with the man in front of her.
And she really wanted to find the source of that thick scent.
She wanted to feel it to her heart’s content.
That was what mattered most right now. More than this food.
She wiped the corners of her mouth with a napkin and pointed at the wine.
“Would you like wine, sir?”
“White.”
At Song Hoon’s instruction, Yoon Hanna poured the wine from the holder into a glass, took a mouthful herself, then swallowed—
Glug. Glug.
She kissed Song Hoon and slowly passed the wine into his mouth in small amounts.
“It’s good.”
Song Hoon grinned, wrapping one arm around her waist, then drank the rest of the wine she offered. This time, he held some wine in his own mouth and passed it to her in return.
“Mmm….”
“Good, right?”
“Yes. It has a refreshing finish. The swallow is clean and crisp, too.”
Without thinking, Yoon Hanna looked at the wine label and nearly dropped the bottle in shock. She set it carefully back down on the table.
“Domaine de la Romanée-Conti, Montrachet Grand Cru…?”
“What, is it expensive?”
“Ten thousand dollars? Eek—!”
There were two bottles of insane, million-won-class wine sitting there—around thirteen million won per bottle.
She’d drunk wines in the tens of thousands before, following senior attendants around, but thirteen million? The scale of money was just different.
Her hands suddenly started shaking.
“It’s there so you can drink it all.”
Glug.
“Hup— mmm….”
Seeing Yoon Hanna’s startled, cute reaction, Song Hoon held wine in his mouth and fed it to her slowly, bit by bit.
Like a mother bird feeding her chick.
“Pha—”
After that swallowing went on for quite a while, Yoon Hanna finally parted her lips and gasped, her face now even redder as she looked at Song Hoon.
Grin.
His smile looked strangely annoying, so she sent more wine back into his mouth, then followed it with a deep kiss this time.
“So the wine dessert is Yoon Hanna’s tongue, huh? Sweet.”
The refreshing sensation lingered in her mouth, gradually diluted by their saliva, while the aroma of the wine kept circling around her tongue.
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“Was the meal satisfactory?”
“Yeah. The dessert was excellent too.”
Song Hoon scooped Yoon Hanna up in his arms like a princess.
“Then shall we try the main dish now?”
“That was the main dish earlier.”
“No. This is the main one.”
Song Hoon threw Yoon Hanna onto the bed, grabbed both her feet, spread her wide open, and rubbed his face against the gap between her thighs.
“Ah—”
He’d already set his phone on a stand, ready to record at any moment.
A minute of doggy-style footage would be enough.
“Didn’t I tell you to eat as much as you want?”
Riiip—
He tore the stocking around her thigh open in a long slit and licked the bare skin revealed beneath it.
The soft flesh brushed his tongue, and at the sight of Yoon Hanna biting down on her fingers to hold back a moan, he tore the other stocking open too and licked her thigh again.
Slurp— smack—
He didn’t go any deeper. Her panties were already soaked through, wet enough that foreplay hardly seemed necessary.
It was visible at a glance.
“You’re a filthy flight attendant. We haven’t even done anything and you’re already dripping wet.”
“I’m sorry, sir. I got soaked just imagining your cock.”
Delicious. A Korean flight attendant, and in America too.
Yoon Hanna stroked the body of Song Hoon, who had climbed over her, with soft little touches.
When his massive cock rose up to her chest, that unknown scent she’d caught before flooded her senses again.
No—his fragrance. It hit her hard, thick and intoxicating, and instinctively she clutched his cock and stuck out her tongue.
But Song Hoon moved back slightly, retreating beyond her reach.
Yoon Hanna looked up at him, desperate.
It had been right there. She’d finally been able to smell and taste that richest, thickest scent.
She even wriggled her upper body, but he didn’t move an inch.
“You’re a dedicated flight attendant, but your service is pretty bad, huh? At this rate, how’s the customer supposed to eat happily?”
Song Hoon suddenly sprang up from the bed.
“Hah—!”
At his words, Yoon Hanna crawled across the bed and up to the edge where he was standing.
“I’m sorry, sir.”
Then she carefully stood and took off Song Hoon’s robe.
At the same time, she tried to take off her own clothes too.
“You’re not taking it off.”
Clothes like that had to be eaten with on.
Of course, he wasn’t going to tear them like Yoon Hanna had said.
On the other hand, wasn’t it enough just not to tear them?
“Huh…?”
Her eyes shook violently for a moment, but she couldn’t undo the situation now.
She could only hope he wouldn’t tear anything.
“Y-yes, sir. Please eat me however you want.”
“Good. Gotta eat you well.”
“How would you like to eat me, sir?”
“You’ve got to eat meat nice and even.”
Evenly. Thoroughly. You had to taste every part.
“Haaah…”
Feeling Song Hoon’s rough hands kneading her breasts over her uniform, Yoon Hanna didn’t look away from herself in the mirror.
Just as he’d ordered.
My exes would only have me wear the flight attendant outfit and give them blowjobs before sex.
Tap. Tap.
The shirt buttons came undone one by one, exposing her skin.
“Hngh— thank you for eating me, sir.”
When his hand slipped into her bra and began teasing her nipples, Yoon Hanna met Song Hoon’s eyes through the mirror and cried out her thanks.
And every time Song Hoon saw her in that flight attendant look, his cock kept twitching, begging to be shoved in already—but he held himself back with maximum patience.
“Mmm. Hngh.”
Yoon Hanna kept moaning. Her uniform was now rumpled.
Her eyes were hazy. Her hair had come undone.
Song Hoon felt the limit of his restraint closing in, so he threw Yoon Hanna back onto the bed, tore open the crotch of her stockings, shoved aside the panties underneath, and thrust his cock straight in.
“Hah—!”
“I really can’t hold back. Better start with the main dish.”
“Kyaaah—!”
At the totally unexpected timing, when he speared her pussy without warning, Yoon Hanna couldn’t hold it in any longer and let out a clear, ringing moan.
“Hnnngh— so good… it’s too big. It’s a monster. My first time.”
His cock was hard to take, so she wrapped herself around Song Hoon’s body and did her best to accept it.
She thought that if she did, maybe she could suck it too.
Yoon Hanna wanted to imprint that strong scent from his cock deep into her mind.
“I want to suck it… want to suck it so bad. Please let me suck your cock, sir. Please.”