The Professor's Thirst
Song Eunchae, peering through the crack in the door, found herself caught in a continuous loop of shock, just as she had been the day before. She watched as the man instructed the woman to shave her pubic hair as a homework assignment, only to then have her stand in a shameful posture to be inspected while he touched her. Then, he had her crawl into a prone position to have her anus touched and inspected as well. That much was perhaps within the realm of what she could accept... but then, he plucked a hair from her anus, held it right in front of her eyes, and used it as a pretext to punish her for not completing her "homework" properly. When the woman didn't immediately obey the command to crawl onto his lap for the corporal punishment, he scolded her, and the woman begged him not to abandon her, pleading that she had been wrong.
To Song Eunchae, their behavior was utterly incomprehensible by any standard of common sense. Even though she had understood from their conversation the day before that they possessed a unique, deviant sexual orientation, it was still difficult to process. Yet, the very fact that these acts were so vulgar, so far removed from normalcy, and so revealing of the darkest depths of humanity, was exactly what provided the thrill that kept her eyes glued to the scene.
Inside, the two continued their acts. The naked woman lay prone on the man’s lap, receiving slaps to her buttocks. The sight of the woman thanking him and counting the strikes as she was hit seemed like the height of contradiction. But it went further; the woman, who had been screaming in pain, eventually began to scream in ecstasy, and the man rubbed her clitoris until she reached a climax and shot a fountain of fluid. Song Eunchae couldn't understand how one could feel pleasure while being struck, but she found it fascinating—and even enviable—that a woman could reach such a peak that she would erupt like that. It was a form of envy and longing for something she had never experienced herself.
When the time for punishment ended, the woman began to service the man orally. She had seen it yesterday, but seeing it again, the man’s member was the largest she had ever encountered. 'What would it feel like to have something that large inside me?' The moment that thought crossed her mind, she felt a tingling sensation in her own sex, and she could feel herself growing damp. It was only much later that she realized her own hand had slipped into her skirt, aimlessly teasing the fabric of her panties.
The man, having received oral stimulation for a long time, ejaculated into the woman's mouth. The entire sequence—forcing her to open her mouth to confirm the semen, making her swallow it, and then checking her mouth again—made the woman seem like nothing more than a receptacle for his seed. Even after he had ejaculated, his member remained fully erect, and the woman began to service him again. As far as Song Eunchae knew, most men lost their hardness after one ejaculation, and her own experiences had been no different. Yet, this man still boasted that massive size even after finishing.
'Big, and with such stamina?' Suddenly, she felt a flicker of envy for the woman receiving such miserable treatment. 'Am I crazy? Envying a woman like that...' She shook her head to clear the thought and continued to watch the woman's oral service. But the second round was on a different level. It was what they called a "deep throat," where the woman used her entire throat to take his massive member all the way in. At first, she failed, struggling to get it past her throat, but she tried again, succeeded, and grew increasingly skilled.
The man, who had been sitting and receiving the service, suddenly stood up, gave the woman a warning, and began to thrust into her like a madman. The sight of the woman, with tears, snot, and saliva streaming down her face in agony, was nothing short of miserable, but what was truly shocking was that even in that state, she was frantically rubbing her own clitoris. The rough thrusting continued until the woman was on the verge of losing consciousness, ending only when the man ejaculated and the woman erupted in another massive fountain of fluid. Trembling, the woman remained trapped in the afterglow of her orgasm, unable to recover.
'How good must it feel to be driven to that point?'
"Haa... haa... uung..."
Her own sex, which she had been rubbing for some time, was burning, and a moan leaked out of her own lips. Song Eunchae was dying of curiosity. She didn't care if she were treated like a slave; she wanted to feel that sensation just once. 'Haa... I want to be thrust into by that member until I go mad...' Just as her thirst for that man became unbearable, the two began to wrap things up. Seeing that, Song Eunchae snapped back to reality and hurried back to her office.
After waiting for Minyoung to recover from the afterglow of her climax, I received a "cleaning" oral service from her, decided that was enough for today, and began to tidy up.
"She's gone now..."
After confirming that Professor Song Eunchae had left, I couldn't help but smile with satisfaction. She would likely be thinking of me constantly throughout the weekend, her body aching with desire. Perhaps by the next class, I would be able to make my move. 'I'm looking forward to the next class.' With that successful baiting, I welcomed the weekend.
On Saturday evening, Song Eunchae was on a date with her boyfriend. They had met in the afternoon to watch a movie, and now, as she sliced her steak at a restaurant, she was unusually quiet, frequently drifting off into a daze.
"Eunchae, is something wrong?"
Lee Minjun, her boyfriend of two years whom she was engaged to marry, asked with a look of concern, noticing her behavior was different from usual.
"Ah! No. Nothing's wrong."
"You just don't seem to be in a good mood today..."
"It's nothing. I think I'm just tired because it's the beginning of the semester."
It was true that she was tired, but the reason was entirely different. Because of the perverted scene she had witnessed at school the day before, her body had been so restless that she had spent late hours masturbating aggressively, leaving her exhausted.
"Then would you like to head back a little early today?"
"No, it's fine. Let's have a drink after dinner."
"Are you sure? You look tired."
"Yes. I want to drink."
Under normal circumstances, she would have been grateful for Lee Minjun’s concern and consideration. He was a researcher at one of the country's largest corporate laboratories, a man she had met through an arranged date set up by her mother. He was polite, kind, had a good job, earned well, and came from a reasonably wealthy family—he was a perfect marriage candidate. She had been satisfied with him until now, which was why they had promised to marry and were planning the wedding for this autumn. Yet, she couldn't understand why, of all days, he was getting on her nerves today. Perhaps that was why she wanted to have a drink—to shake off her unsettled heart.
After dinner, they moved to a nearby hotel to have a light beer and clear their heads. Since their engagement, they had occasionally been intimate, and whenever they had a drink like this, it naturally led to sex. Even though Lee Minjun was a "herbivore" type, it was hard for any man to suppress his sexual desire when faced with a woman with a body as delicious as Song Eunchae's. Song Eunchae wasn't inexperienced, and she saw no reason to refuse sex with her fiancé, so they had been intimate whenever the mood struck. However, she didn't particularly enjoy sex, so it didn't happen often. But today, she was starving for it. She wanted to resolve this pent-up frustration that had been building for two days, and since Lee Minjun was the only target available to her, she had steered the evening toward drinking.
After showering, the two lay together on the bed, kissing as they shed their robes and became naked. Lee Minjun kissed her, kneaded her breasts for a moment, found a condom, put it on, and immediately inserted himself into her. It was far too little foreplay for a woman to be aroused, but fortunately, she was so starved for sex today that she grew wet quickly, and she was able to accept him without much pain. It helped that Lee Minjun’s member wasn't particularly large... his member, just over 10 centimeters—a bit smaller than average—worked diligently in and out of her.
"Ung... ung... euung... aang..."
After thrusting for about five minutes, Lee Minjun ejaculated on his own and collapsed onto her, panting.
"Huu... huu... Eunchae, did it feel good?"
"Haa... yes. It was good."
It hadn't been good at all. She would have preferred masturbating alone. At least then, she could have reached a small climax...
"I'm going to go wash up."
When she came out of the bathroom after washing, Lee Minjun was already fast asleep alone.
"Haa... I'm so thirsty..."
Song Eunchae felt a burning thirst. It didn't disappear even after drinking ice water or taking a cold shower, and even after having sex with her boyfriend, the thirst only grew deeper. In truth, she knew it. She knew this wasn't something that could be resolved that way. But she couldn't exactly go find that man and ask him to ravage her, could she? Trapped in a stifling state of being unable to do anything, her time flowed slowly.
On Sunday evening, my aunt had been impaled on my member on the living room sofa for two hours, letting out labored moans.
"Heuung... heusit... haang... please, honey... now... stop ejaculating... haueue... I... I'm dying... haang..."
"Huu... huu... just hold on a little longer, I'm about to finish..."
— Paang... pang. Paang... pang pang pang paang.
"Heuk... heusit... haang... I'm. I'm. I'm coming again... haueueueung."
— Uulkeok... uulkeok... byureut... byureut-reut.
Feeling an orgasm for the umpteenth time, Yeojin collapsed onto the sofa as if she had lost all strength.
— Jjak! Jjeugeoeok.
"Haueuk... heueung."
I gave her buttocks a sharp slap and pulled my member out of her. I watched Yeojin for a moment, who no longer had the strength for a "cleaning" oral service, then moved to her head and brought my member to her mouth. Her mouth opened automatically, taking me in and sucking greedily.
"Paah... haa... haa..."
"Huu... good work."
As I stroked her hair while she lay there drooling, she whimpered like a puppy with her eyes closed.
"Uung... ung... eu... I can't move at all..."
Throughout the weekend, except for the time she spent eating, sleeping, and washing, Choi Yeojin had literally been soaked in semen. Her sex was always filled with my fluid, and the time my member spent inside her was longer than the time it spent out. After counting to ten, I had lost track of how many times I had ejaculated. It felt like I had reached the very limit of my stamina over these two days.
I carried the exhausted Yeojin to the bathroom, washed her, laid her down on the master bedroom bed, and lay down beside her. Having finally regained some of her senses, she rested her head on my arm, placed her hand on my chest, and complained.
"Honey, you're really like a beast... how can you do this so much?"
"So, did you hate it?"
"No, it felt good, but... it's too hard. I really thought I was going to die."
"What am I supposed to do when I want to eat you every time I look at you? Who told you to be so pretty and delicious?"
"Oh, you're impossible. Anyway, I don't think I'll live a full life at this rate. So, bring someone else. Bring that 'bitch' of yours, at least to give me a break in the middle."
"Are you serious about that?"
"Yes. Actually, I'm only half-serious. It would be a lie to say I don't want to monopolize you. But I've already decided not to, and I realized deeply over the weekend that it's impossible for me to handle you alone."
"Hmm... then I'll think about bringing her next weekend. But if you change your mind in the middle, tell me anytime. I don't want to make things uncomfortable between us by doing something unnecessary."
"Yes. I will."
And just like that, a threesome plan was born, unbeknownst to the "bitch" herself. Having suddenly turned our "bitch" into a guest, my aunt and I, who had spent a grueling weekend, went to sleep early for the first time in a while.