Observation Club 4
Gulp.
A spectator stood frozen, whiskey glass in hand, his cock fully hard.
On any other night, with any other woman, he would have been sipping at his leisure while he savored her body. Tonight, he couldn’t manage it.
“Haah… aahng… aaah… ah—”
Suhee’s voluptuous body twisted and writhed. Even hidden inside the dress, those curves packed enough destructive force to make a man blow. Every time she moved, the texture of her flesh stood out so sharply he wanted to smash through the glass wall and grab handfuls of her right then and there.
And then there was her pussy—Jeongun’s fingers working it over, flicking out droplets of wetness. Her plump outer lips looked almost alive, wrapping around his fingers. So springy, so dense and yielding. The sensation of driving a cock into that instead of just fingers would be unreal.
Watching Suhee like that was why the man stood there blankly with his glass still raised.
“Heh.”
Those stares from the audience. Jeongun was in an excellent mood. The crushing sense of superiority, the pleasure of trampling a beautiful bitch underfoot—both satisfied at once. Of course he was hard.
He pressed the thick bulge straining inside his pants against Suhee’s head and ground it in. But Suhee, with her pussy and nipples under assault, had no room to notice.
“Hngh… augh… aahng—”
She was drowning in the thrill of being exposed for an audience. Her cunt felt tighter than usual, and the slick pouring out of her seemed twice as heavy.
Jeongun nudged her cheek with his cock through the fabric and murmured,
“Suck it.”
Even through the haze, his voice sank straight into her ear. That heavy rod pressing against her cheek. Only then did Suhee come back to herself enough to stick out her tongue and start lapping frantically over his pants.
“Oh…”
“Damn…”
It wasn’t her taking his cock out and blowing him—but watching her lose her mind licking him through his clothes was plenty filthy for the crowd. Like watching a beautiful woman turn into a shameless bitch in heat. Massaged open at the pussy, drowning in pleasure, mindlessly licking whatever was in front of her—she looked perfectly corrupted.
Squelch. Squelch. Squelch.
Feeling Jeongun’s fingers churning through her folds, Suhee licked over his pants in a frenzy. She wanted to reach up and strip them off, but the pleasure crashing through her was too much to move. Every time his hand dug into the soft meat inside her, electricity shot up her spine and all she could do was tremble.
“You’re supposed to take it out and suck it, Suhee.”
“Hngh… just a second… augh—”
With shaking hands she managed to plant her palms on his thighs and haul herself upward.
Squelch.
Every time he worked another wet sound out of her pussy her hands stalled—but they kept climbing. She was practically hanging off his body, offering her cunt up to him completely.
Squelch. Squelch.
“Hngh… augh… aahng… aaah—”
Ziiip.
Ziiip.
Her hands finally found the zipper and dragged it down, then fumbled the buckle open. The whole time, Jeongun’s hand never let up, mercilessly tormenting her pussy.
Splash—
“Hngh—!”
“You came again?”
“Ahhk… ah…”
A jet of fluid burst from Suhee’s cunt around his buried fingers and painted the glass wall.
“Whoa…”
“Holy shit.”
Several of the seated men scraped their chairs forward, closing the distance.
Click.
Clenching hard around Jeongun’s fingers, Suhee finally succeeded in getting his pants down.
“Haaah… ah… aahng—”
The cock she’d been waiting for appeared right in front of her face, and her body burned even hotter. She stuck her tongue out long. Her whole body was tingling too hard to bow her head properly.
Slurp.
Her tongue, heavy with spit, cupped under Jeongun’s cock and lifted it.
“That’s it.”
The playful little flicks of her tongue against the head felt far too good. The way she wriggled and nursed at his glans sent even more blood surging into his shaft. And then there was Suhee’s slick, spraying forward to soak the glass. Watching the audience edge closer, he thought it couldn’t get any better than this.
“Hwoop… mmph… mm… mph—”
The moment his fingers eased off, Suhee’s mouth went to work in earnest. That thick cock—thicker and bigger than any other man’s—she started sucking it down with greedy abandon.
“Haahp—”
Trying to fit a cock that wouldn’t even fit in her mouth made her pussy throb on its own. How good would it feel to take this thing inside her? Even smaller cocks had made her hips buck until she came. Something this size…?
Just thinking it made her cunt soak through all over again.
“You’re dripping again. Tch.”
Watching her get wetter while she blew him, Jeongun was starting to lose his own grip. The soaked heat of her pussy at his fingertips, the way those walls twitched and bit down on him—that played its part too. He already knew how tight and snug and delicious her cunt was. And watching her get even more worked up in front of all these people, sucking his cock like it was the best thing she’d ever tasted—
“Haaah.”
He pulled his fingers free of her pussy. For now he wanted to feel the blowjob properly. His index and middle fingers—the ones that had been working her open—were glazed thick with her juices. He brought them to his mouth and sucked, and his cock felt like it got even harder. Like he’d swallowed an aphrodisiac.
Slurp. Chuuup. Slick—
The second his fingers left her cunt she went at his cock even more ravenously. Having her insides stirred open had felt incredible, but she understood why he’d stopped. Right now all she could think about was sucking this cock hard enough to earn it inside her as soon as possible.
She didn’t close the legs she’d spread toward the audience. Just holding them open like that, putting herself on display for them, was enough to keep her dripping.
“Hwoop… mmph… mph… mm—”
Sloppily sucking him down, she flicked a sidelong glance and saw the spectators drawing even closer. She felt like she was going to lose her mind.
“Haaah… I want it…”
“Yeah?”
She gripped his cock in both hands and looked up at him, begging. Jeongun’s answer was short. He caught her by the arms and pulled her up onto her feet.
“Hngh—”
The aftershocks of pleasure still clinging to her pussy raced tingling through her whole body.
“Clothes off first.”
“Yes.”
She felt him take hold of the thin lower hem of the dress wrapped around her.
“Arms up.”
She obeyed, lifting both arms overhead. His fully hard cock prodded against her lower back. And beyond the glass, the crowd had pressed all the way up to the wall.
In front of them, Suhee stood with her arms raised while her dress was slowly rolled upward from below. She’d already shown them her pussy—but being stripped completely bare felt different all over again. Every place the fabric dragged as it climbed felt like it was catching fire. Not pain. Arousal.
“Haaah… haaah…”
Her chest heaved with every deep, ragged breath. Her lower half came fully into view first—the soaked pussy, the generous flare of her hips, the narrow waist.
“Whoa…”
“Like a mannequin.”
The more of that long, sleek line that appeared, the louder the murmurs grew.
Rustle—
The faint cut of her abs just under her breasts came into view, and then those heavy tits were briefly lifted by the dress before they spilled free for everyone to see.
“Hah—!”
Her sensitive—no, hypersensitive—nipples were bare in front of the crowd. Their stares ignited. Everywhere their eyes landed, Suhee felt like she was sizzling. Stripped down and put on display for inspection.
Jeongun finished peeling the dress off her and drew her raised arms back. Suhee stood before the audience, leaning into him. With both arms bent behind her, hands reaching his neck, her whole body was pulled taut. From the full curve of her hips to her slim waist to her heavy breasts—and the lewd stretch of her underarms—every inch of her was offered up to the spectators without reserve.
“We’re doing it just like this.”
“Hah… yes. Nnh—”
She felt the cock that had been prodding her lower back ease downward. That thick shaft. That heavy club of flesh pushed in between her ass cheeks.
“Hngh… haaah…”
Suhee tightened her grip on the back of his neck and held on. She half-squatted to take him from behind, and Jeongun’s hands came around to her front.
Stroke—
“Hngh…”
He wasn’t openly groping anything in particular—just slowly caressing from her hips up along her sides and over her belly.
“Haugh—”
Even that was far too much stimulation for her. And as Jeongun slowly walked them forward, the glass wall still between them and the audience, the distance closed until they were nearly face-to-face. She could see the hunger gleaming under their masks, clear as day. The more pleasure twisted Suhee’s face, the thicker the satisfaction on theirs became.
Slick—
“Hnnngh… ah…”
“That’s it. Spread your legs for me.”
His fingers climbed toward the half-crouched Suhee’s breasts. The cock that had ridden down the cleft of her ass settled against her pussy. It was enormously thick. The moment she parted her thighs a little, it slid between them and sealed flush against her folds. Thick, sticky juices poured out and painted his shaft.
Squeeze—
“Haaahng—! Aaaahng—!”
As if he meant to make her come again right before he put it in, Jeongun seized both of her nipples and twisted. He tugged them forward and mashed them under his thumbs, and there was no way she could hold out. She was already far too sensitive. Beyond the glass wall streaked with her own slick, she watched the spectators swallow hard. The more she cried out under his hands on her nipples—
Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap.
—the more of them pulled their cocks out and stroked themselves while they stared at her. Precome was already smeared messily along their shafts. None of them compared to Jeongun’s, but that wasn’t what mattered to Suhee. What mattered was that they were jerking off to her body. To the sight of what Jeongun was doing to her. The simple fact that someone was looking at her and lusting after her made her head spin even harder.
The filthier Jeongun treated her, the more worked up they got watching it—and the more worked up Suhee got right along with them.