If You Want It
Soft music drifted through the cafe. The air was thick with the scent of coffee — and over it all, the only sound that mattered was the obscene, wet noise of Suhee sucking cock.
Saliva spilled down her chin and dripped across her body, but she couldn't think. Didn't want to.
Jeongun's hands worked her breasts, sometimes rough, sometimes gentle, and her own cunt — already squelching around her fingers — felt sharper, more rawly sensitive than usual. The cock filling her mouth would normally have been too much, enough to make her gag, but right now even that suffocating fullness felt good. Every time Jeongun's thick length pushed heavily into her throat and jabbed against her uvula, a shiver ran down her esophagus.
"Hhup—"
"That's it."
Jeongun pinched her nipple hard and stroked her hair. His cock was buried so deep, thrusting so insistently, that drool wouldn't stop pouring from her lips — sticky and slick in equal measure.
Suhee's fingers worked faster. As if to make up for the fact that she couldn't wrap a hand around his cock, she drove her fingers into the sweetest spot inside her cunt while taking him so deep that wet, choking sounds tore from her throat. Her fingers pushed deeper, seeking the most sensitive place inside her the same way his cock pressed into the soft flesh of her throat.
A wet squelch. She gagged — and her whole body shuddered.
"Uuph—"
Just a little more. If she just moved her fingers a little more, she was sure she could come.
That was when Jeongun pulled his hands from her breasts. She started to make a sound of protest, something inarticulate around the cock in her mouth — and then both of his hands seized the back of her head. He didn't quite rip her hair out, but there was real force in his grip.
"Mph—"
Her drooling mouth tried to move again. Then his hands started driving her head down, hard and fast.
"Mph, mph, mph, mph—"
Those hands shoved her down without mercy. She had no choice but to take it as his cock slammed into her mouth, rough and relentless. It hurt a little — but being used like a tool, like something that existed only for this, made her chest tight even as the heat between her legs climbed higher and higher. Tears leaked from beneath the cloth over her eyes, enough to sting against the fabric. Not from emotion. From the sheer physical force of it.
The more violently he used her head, the faster her fingers worked. Before, the stimulation had been physical — his hands mauling her breasts. Now it was something else. The emotional jolt of being treated like an object.
"Hah..."
"Nngh, mph, hah, mph—"
Jeongun's low, satisfied sigh brushed her ear. That unhurried breath. She couldn't help thinking that right now, she was being used completely. All she could do was work her tongue and suck as hard as she could along the shaft, trying to make the man who owned the cock wrecking her mouth feel even a little better. That hard column stuffed her mouth to bursting and stabbed her uvula without mercy.
"Kkngh."
Even he — always so composed — seemed undone by the feel of her mouth. An uncharacteristic, suppressed sound escaped him, but his hands never stopped forcing her head down.
Honestly, Suhee would have been happy if he'd just thrown her down and fucked her already. But she didn't have a choice.
His cock pistoned in and out of her mouth, and the mess of her drool and his precum made filthy, wet sounds with every stroke. Her fingers were already soaked. She'd been dripping just from sucking him — once she started fingering herself in earnest, there was no holding it back.
"Hhuuuph!"
She shoved her fingers in deep, lifting her head just slightly as her back arched. She hadn't been sucking him and working her cunt for long at all — and already the first orgasm hit her. Her legs were spread wide, pinned in place by Jeongun's foot, so she couldn't even close them. Instead, her juices sprayed up between their bodies like a fountain.
Jeongun's pant leg was soaked with what she'd squirted, but he didn't care. He bit down hard on his lower lip as if holding back his own pleasure, and shoved her head all the way down.
"Hhuuk, uuph—"
The sudden depth made her gag. His cock had slammed past her uvula at almost the same instant she came, cutting off her air. Coming while she couldn't breathe made everything even more hazy, more distant. And then that firm voice in her ear.
Swallow.
The cock in her mouth swelled. It pulsed hard, once, then again and again, pumping cum deep into her throat.
"Uuph—"
She still didn't have a choice. Dazed, she kept swallowing everything Jeongun spilled into her. She couldn't breathe, so her throat worked frantically, gulp after gulp.
"Hah... That's good... ah."
Jeongun stroked her hair as she swallowed, his voice thick with satisfaction. His praise sent a strange flicker of pleasure through her. Strange — and it made her even more eager to serve him. She swallowed every last drop, then lapped devotedly at the cock that still hadn't gone soft. No — not lapped. She sucked at it greedily, as if she couldn't bear to waste a single trace of his cum.
A mixture of spit and semen dripped from her chin.
"Good girl."
"Mmh, ah... thank... you."
The polite reply slipped out before she could stop it. Her soaked thighs trembled. She wanted that cock inside her — wanted him to fuck her before it went soft.
"Hmm..."
That little hum, as if he already knew exactly what she was thinking, was almost infuriating. But she was too desperate to care.
"I... um..."
"Hm?"
"I want... I want more..."
Suhee, who would have demanded it outright from anyone else, had to force the words out in a small, cowed voice.
"Heh."
Jeongun nodded, a quiet laugh in his throat. The way she turned her blindfolded face toward him was deeply satisfying. He'd forced a brutal blowjob on her, and instead of wanting to stop — instead of getting angry — she was asking for more.
A woman like this... it had been a long time.
Even the trails of drool on her face looked lovely. The urge to torment her further surged up hot in his chest.
"Please..."
At her desperate plea, Jeongun moved. He untied the cloth from her eyes.
"Ah..."
Sight returned. The floor was a mess of spit and cum, and Jeongun's pant leg was soaked through — and the sight of it made her burn with a fresh wave of shame. She'd left those traces sucking his cock like an animal. The humiliation flooded through her, and as always, it made her unbearably aroused.
Shame and arousal. They shouldn't have gone together so well, but for Suhee they were a familiar, welcome pair.
While she trembled, lost in that old, familiar rush, Jeongun took the cloth that had covered her eyes and used it to bind her wrists behind her back.
"Nnh—"
He tied her arms behind her, then settled back into the chair at his leisure. His cock was still hard. The truth was, he was just as worked up as she was.
Naked, hands bound behind her, Suhee stumbled toward him. She spread her soaked thighs and climbed onto his lap, her face flushed red. It was dim, but he could still make out the heat of shame burning in her cheeks.
"Hah..."
Breathing hard, she groped behind her back with bound hands until she found his cock and wrapped her fingers around it. The awkward, hunched way she had to position herself over him was humiliating all on its own. From the cunt that had already come once on her own fingers, juices were running down her thighs again — as if her body either didn't know she was ashamed, or knew it far too well.
Her fingertips fumbled over the head of his cock, then found their place. She lined him up and slowly sank her hips onto his lap.
"Haahk—"
"Hah..."
Her cunt was so wet it split open around him, swallowing his cock inch by inch. With her arms bound behind her, she pushed her upper body forward as she took him in — not on purpose, but because the feeling of being filled was too good. Her back arched on its own. She knew exactly how to angle her hips so that thick, rigid cock would scrape the walls of her cunt just right.
The juices that had run down her thighs quickly soaked Jeongun's legs as well. Not that he had the presence of mind to care. He'd been putting on a composed face, but he'd just come, and the head of his cock was still oversensitive — and the inside of Suhee's cunt was beyond anything he'd imagined. Hot, soaked, and ridged with tight, dense folds. And so fucking tight it felt like she was wringing him out.
Then she started rolling her hips, slow and deliberate, and it got even worse.
"Haahk... aahk. Nnh—"
Slowly, forward and back. She didn't dare go faster. Any quicker and she'd come on the spot.
With the blindfold gone, she could see him clearly — those intense eyes locked on her body. And that only made it worse. This man, watching her with that burning gaze as she straddled him and rolled her hips like a whore, lost in it.
"Haang, nngh, aaang—"
It felt so good. The cock inside her belly felt like it was driving all the way through her, stirring up even her thoughts. Every fine hair on her body stood on end under his stare.
Jeongun's hands slid slowly up her thighs.
"Aah— ah... aahn—"
As if that were the signal, her hips sped up. The fine hairs that had risen under his gaze now brushed against his palms, and it felt like real electricity. Those hot hands traveled from the outside of her knees, climbing her smooth thighs. The cock buried inside her and the two hands on her skin — all of it was too much, too hot.