The Interview, Part Five
Gulp. Gulp.
He had never known a man could come this much.
"Hahh— Miss Lee Suhee."
Manager Lee Cheongjun's hands clamped down on Suhee's head. His thick fingers threaded through her hair and pressed hard into the soft, warm scalp beneath. Her tongue and lips writhed over the head of his cock with a wicked, knowing little wriggle, sucking down every pulse of semen the instant it spilled, and the pleasure was so sharp his glans ached.
Gulp.
Suhee swallowed every last drop he had given her, then dragged her tongue across her lips. When she tipped her face up, she found him staring down at her with a look of complete, emptied stupor.
"Haa… it tastes so good."
"Nngh."
His cock was still caught in her hand. She stroked it with those yielding fingers, slow and careful, as if to keep the stiffness from draining out of him. Every trace of shame had vanished from her face; what remained was a look of pure, dripping lewdness — and somehow it did not look strange on her at all. It suited her far too well. Her thumb pressed along the underside of his shaft and swept upward, firm and unhurried.
"Haa… Suhee, this should be enough…"
"No. I still… haven't shown you everything."
She licked the last smear of semen from his glans. That soft tongue dragging over flesh already wound to a raw, oversensitive pitch sent Cheongjun's head tipping back. His stomach clenched hard. Stimulation that fierce was never going to let him go soft.
"Hahh."
Breathing hard, he lifted his left wrist and checked his watch. It had felt like a brief interlude with Suhee, but a considerable stretch of time had already slipped away. Thoughts crowded through his head. Honestly, he did not need to go back to the office today. Spending a little longer tumbling around with the lewd woman in front of him — his interviewee — did not seem like a bad idea at all. And she had said there was more to show him.
Manager Lee Cheongjun's gaze dropped to Suhee's hiked-up skirt, and to the firm swell of her ass and thighs bared beneath it. The way she kept licking his cock made it feel safe to hope for something even better.
"Hahh… shall we see more, then?"
"Haa… yes. I'd like that."
Only then did she let go of his cock and ease back a little. The whole situation was so raw, so electric, it made her pulse race. The fact that she could do this inside the company's own walls only wound her tighter. It would not be difficult. Watching Cheongjun's reaction, she was already certain the rest of them were just men as well — men who would want her body the same way.
She lifted her hips slightly off the chair, reaching to peel down her stockings, when Cheongjun caught her hand.
"Wait."
"Yes?"
"I'll do it."
"Ah. All right."
Suhee assumed he meant to take the stockings off for her. Plenty of men preferred to undress a woman themselves.
"I can tear them, right?"
"What?"
Riiip.
"Nnh—"
"I prefer it this way."
"That's embarrassing…"
"Even so. You should do as your superior tells you, shouldn't you?"
"Y-yes…"
Cheongjun's hand gave her shoulder a light push. Suhee sank back against the chair as the stockings split open between her thighs, and a pair of shamelessly designed panties came into view through the torn nylon. Manager Lee Cheongjun dropped to his knees between her legs, his cock hanging heavy and slack. They no longer looked anything like an interviewer and an interviewee, but that distinction had long since stopped mattering. The sight of Suhee's panties soaked through with her own wetness decided it for him: dignity was no longer worth considering. In truth, the sequence had been set from the moment he came in her mouth.
"I have to return the favor."
"Nnh— that's… too close."
"It's fine."
He seized both of her thighs and wrenched them wide. The flesh caught between the torn stockings spilled warm and full into his palms. Then he buried his mouth between her spread legs, tongue out, and licked the panties already soaked with her juices. A sharp, tangy taste came with a thick smear of wetness, and beneath his tongue, beneath the thin fabric, he could feel the plump folds of her pussy as clearly as if nothing were in the way.
"Nnh— Manager…"
"Mmnh. Mmph."
Cheongjun's tongue and lips went at her greedily, devouring pussy and panties together, sloppily fouling the space between her thighs. A woman this wet might have given off a sour edge, but there was none of that between Suhee's legs. Instead a sweet, bodily scent only stoked his hunger higher. He licked her like a dog that had gone days without food.
Slurp. Slurp. Slurp.
Suhee felt that loud, ravenous tongue working her and shook her head from side to side. The way he came at her through the torn stockings without the slightest hesitation, licking as if he meant to eat her alive, was almost too much. And this was an office. A space she had never done anything like this in. Beyond the door, the occasional tap of dress shoes and high heels drifted past.
"Nnh— nn, aahh."
Slurp. Slurp.
Suhee's filthy little moans and the greedy sound of Cheongjun sucking her pussy filled the conference room. His lips closed over her clit through the panties. He found that faintly protruding bud with unerring precision and worried it between his lips until her hips started bucking all over again.
"Haa… aahh."
The panties were already a wreck of her juices and his spit. Unable to contain the heat boiling up through her, Suhee lifted her hands and began toying with her own nipples. The slow, dense pulse rolling out from her clit layered with the rub of her fingers, and she felt herself tipping over the edge.
"Aah— Manager, wait… I'm going to come… nnh."
"Mmnh… it's okay. Suhee. It's okay."
"Nnh, I can't… ahh, ah… this is a conference room… nnh, if I come… I'll make a mess… ahh."
Slurp. Suck. Suck. Slurp.
Hearing that only made Cheongjun suck her harder. The sense that she was forcing herself to hold back drove his tongue faster, rougher. He shoved aside the flimsy panties that had barely been covering her and at last his tongue found bare flesh.
"Haah, aahh… you can't… nnh."
His coarse tongue plowed through folds already soaked through. Thinking how perfect her hairless pussy was to suck, he let one of the hands pinning her thighs slide down, seized his dangling cock, and started stroking himself hard — never once taking his mouth off her.
"Nnh, I— I'm going to… come. I'm going to squirt… aahh, nnh."
Cheongjun's tongue jabbed at her clit with stubborn, pointed insistence. The more her hips convulsed, the faster he worked her. He meant to send her over completely. But he wanted to see her face when she went, so he pulled his mouth away and brought the hand that had been working his cock down to her pussy instead. Fingers already slick with his own precum smeared across folds wetter still, rubbing her without mercy.
Squelch. Squelch. Squelch. Squelch.
The moment he pushed a single finger inside, she clenched around it so tightly it was astonishing — tight enough to snap the finger clean off. The man attached to that finger wanted nothing more than to bury his cock in her right then.
"Haah, no, I can't. I really… I'm going to come… pee too… aahh, aahh, ah."
Earlier she had drunk the tea Cheongjun had given her, and the need to use the bathroom had already been building. With her pussy under constant assault, the urge she had barely been holding down came flooding back. If she came like this, with him working her, she knew she would make a soaking, filthy mess of herself.
"It's okay, Suhee. Go ahead."
Cheongjun had no intention of stopping. Watching a beautiful woman climb toward climax because of him — what man on earth could pull away from that? It was an enormous, swelling pride. And she was not just any beautiful woman. A fresh college graduate, or about to be — a girl still that new. Looks and a body striking enough that he could have mistaken her for a celebrity. A woman like that coming apart under his hands? Even a eunuch would not have been able to stop.
Spuuurt—
He kept flicking her clit with his thumb until at last her pretty pussy parted and a jet of fluid burst out of her. It came hard enough to be mistaken for urine and soaked the front of his dress shirt, but he felt not the slightest flicker of disgust. Suhee's pussy, legs thrown wide, pouring itself out — it was almost too beautiful.
"Haah, stop, please stop, Manager. I'm going to pee."
Cheongjun's hands went still. Not for her sake. He glanced around, spotted a plastic bottle sitting off to one side, and brought it back. Then he settled between her legs again — legs still twitching, her eyes gone faintly unfocused from the orgasm — pushed the soaked panties aside once more, and, rubbing at her clit, pressed the narrow mouth of the bottle to her pussy.
"There. Suhee. You can go now, right?"
"Nnh, I can't… really… nnh."
"Hurry."
Slick.
Slick, sticky juices smeared between her pussy and his fingers. Fresh from climax, her oversensitive flesh took the new stimulation and she could not hold on. And if she was being honest, she did not want to. Peeing in front of a man she had only just met — the man who would be her superior at work — on their very first encounter. The charge of it climbed all the way to the crown of her head and her whole body lit up. It would be enormously humiliating, and the more humiliating it was, the more it would arouse her. That much was certain.
"Here. Don't spill. Hold it yourself, Miss Lee Suhee…"
"Nnh… yes… yes… aahh…"
She took the bottle as he instructed, her thighs trembling. The shaking was from the raw excitement of being about to pee in front of him, but Cheongjun assumed she was holding back out of shame. It made him painfully hard.
Fwap. Fwap. Fwap.
One hand worked his cock while the other rubbed her pussy in slow, gentle circles.
"Haah, Manager. I'm going to go."
"Do it. Hurry."
How many times in a life did a man get to watch a woman pee right in front of his face? And a woman like this. Her hairless pussy spread wide, she was struggling, flushed with embarrassment, to aim a stream into the narrow mouth of a plastic bottle. His cock felt ready to burst. He had already come once, and still the arousal would not recede. It was not receding at all — if anything, he was harder than he had been for the first erection of the day.
"Nnh."
Hisssss—
A clear, transparent stream trickled from Suhee's pussy and ran into the mouth of the bottle.