Professor Choi's Villa 3
Professor Choi's villa lay quiet and secluded, the kind of place where the outside world couldn't intrude. Inside, the air was thick with heat and the scent of sweat and sex. Mi-jung's strap-on harness was moving in steady, rhythmic thrusts, its thick silicone shaft sliding deep into Su-hui's soaked folds. Each push scraped and teased the sensitive walls inside her, drawing soft, broken whimpers from the young woman's throat.
They were lost in the kiss, mouths working together in a messy, hungry tangle. Saliva glistened on their chins and dripped between their lips, yet neither seemed to notice. Mi-jung's hips rolled forward and back, driving the dildo even deeper, stretching Su-hui's pussy wider with every stroke. The wet sound of flesh meeting flesh filled the room—chuck-chuck-chuck-chuck—as Mi-jung fucked her with practiced hunger.
“Hih… ahh… nn… nnn…”
“Ahh… nn… nnn… ahh… ahh…”
Su-hui's voice was shaky, her hips twitching involuntarily every time the thick shaft bottomed out inside her. Mi-jung's own arousal was obvious—she could feel her own strap-on vibrating against her clit with every thrust. The two women were shameless in their need, bodies slick and trembling.
Then Mi-jung pulled her mouth away with a wet pop, spun Su-hui around on the bed, and gripped her chin.
“Ass up. Right now.”
Su-hui obeyed instantly, dropping onto all fours and arching her back. Her face pressed into the sheets, and her round, pale ass lifted high. The glistening dildo, already slick with her juices, pressed against her entrance and pushed in with one smooth stroke. Her pussy clenched greedily around the thick shaft, the outer lips puffy and swollen, shining wetly in the low light.
Mi-jung's hips began to move again—thud-thud-thud-thud—harder now, driving the dildo deep and punishing. Su-hui's moans grew louder, her voice cracking with every impact.
“Hik… ahh… nnn… ahh…”
“Ahh… nn… nnn… ahh… ahh…”
Mi-jung's own pussy, still full from the strap-on, was throbbing in rhythm with her thrusts. She couldn't help but groan along with Su-hui, the feeling so intense it made her thighs shake.
Clink.
The bedroom door opened without a sound. Professor Choi stepped inside, still in his lecture clothes, tie loosened. He took one look at the two women tangled on the bed—Su-hui's face buried in the sheets, Mi-jung's back arched, the thick dildo buried to the hilt in Su-hui's dripping cunt—and a slow, satisfied smile spread across his face.
He dropped onto the nearby sofa, crossed his legs, and settled in to watch.
“Hnn… welcome home, honey?”
“Ha… ah… ah… Professor… nnn… ah… ahh…”
Su-hui's eyes were glazed with pleasure, her body shaking from the relentless pounding. Mi-jung gave an especially hard snap of her hips and Su-hui's whole body jolted forward. Her hands clutched at the sheets, knuckles white, the fabric twisting in her grip.
“Hah… nnn… ah… ahh…”
The continued stimulation sent Su-hui's head tilting down toward the mattress. She could only moan, hips still pushed back to meet every thrust. From Professor Choi's vantage on the sofa, he had a perfect view of Su-hui's long, slender back and the perfect curve of her pale ass. Beads of sweat rolled down her spine, making her skin gleam. Her white, untouched back twitched with every powerful thrust, muscles flexing beneath the surface. Mi-jung's manicured nails dug into Su-hui's ass cheeks, leaving red marks shaped like her fingers. Su-hui looked utterly depraved—head down, ass up, dripping pussy stretched around the strap-on—yet her body was so sensitive she was already trembling.
Professor Choi's cock was rock-hard inside his slacks.
“Mmm… that’s enough for now.”
“Already?”
“Mm-hmm…”
Mi-jung’s voice was breathy but playful. With a wet sound she pulled the thick dildo out of Su-hui’s still-clenching pussy. Su-hui’s empty hole fluttered, a string of clear juices connecting the tip of the dildo to her swollen lips. She whimpered at the sudden emptiness, face still pressed into the sheets.
“Haa… haa… time… already?”
“Yeah, Su-hui. I told you the guests were coming.”
“Ahh…”
“You two should go clean up first, okay?”
“Yes, let’s go, Su-hui.”
Mi-jung took her hand and led the still-dripping, sweat-slick young woman toward the bathroom. The whole time Su-hui kept glancing back at Professor Choi with dazed, hungry eyes.
“But, unnie… how many are coming tonight?”
“Hmm… probably four or five, but I’m not sure! Tonight’s special.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re here.”
“Ahh…”
Once in the bathroom, Mi-jung turned on the shower and poured thick, foamy shampoo into her palm. She worked it into Su-hui’s hair, then down her back, her chest, between her legs. The bubbles slid over Su-hui’s smooth skin, making her glow.
“Feel hotter now?”
Mi-jung’s soft hands cupped Su-hui’s breasts, thumbs brushing the still-hard nipples. They were sensitive from the earlier play, but Su-hui’s pussy was still dripping.
“Hnn… yes…”
“Good. Tonight you’re going to get absolutely ruined.”
“Ahh…”
They finished quickly. When they stepped out, they pulled on the same sheer, almost transparent robes they had been wearing. The fabric was so thin it was practically see-through—Su-hui’s puffy nipples and the soft curve of her pussy lips were clearly visible through the material. The hem barely covered their asses.
They sat together on the sofa, legs parted slightly, the thin robes fluttering every time they breathed.
Ding-dong.
The doorbell rang. Professor Choi rose with a calm smile and opened the door. A wave of excited male voices rolled in, followed by six handsome men in their thirties. Their eyes immediately swept over Su-hui and Mi-jung, drinking in the sight of the two women in nearly see-through robes.
“Whoa… Professor… really…”
“She’s so pretty…”
“Even Mrs. Choi is beautiful, but…”
The men’s gazes kept returning to Su-hui, who sat with her thighs pressed together and her nipples visibly hard beneath the thin fabric.
“What, you guys only like Su-hui?”
“Ehh… no… unnie.”
Professor Choi stepped aside, letting the six men file inside. The room suddenly felt smaller, the air thicker with lust. The men’s eyes traced every curve—Su-hui’s long legs, her narrow waist, the way the robe clung to her hips and breasts. Mi-jung gave a polite, gentle smile, but her eyes sparkled with excitement.
“Calm down, everyone.”
Professor Choi’s voice was authoritative yet calm.
“As always, tonight we have one extra guest, so let’s have some real fun.”
“Yes, Professor.”
“Thank you… so much…”
Professor Choi opened a drawer and began laying out the toys and condoms he had prepared—vibrators, dildos, whips, blindfolds, and a thick bottle of oil. Then he looked straight at Su-hui.
“Use whatever you want… condoms are optional, right, Su-hui?”
“Y-yes…”
“Only use them if you’re uncomfortable. And… anal… is possible too.”
He winked at Su-hui.
“Yes… it is…”
“Wow…”
“Fuck… I’m already hard…”
Su-hui’s cheeks flushed crimson as she looked down, but her voice came out hoarse and shameless.
“You guys are so excited already…”
Professor Choi smiled and pulled out a few more items from the drawer.
“If anyone gets too excited, there’s Viagra here…”
“Wow…”
Then he brought out a large oil drum and several small bottles.
“This is high-quality oil made for women. Use as much as you like.”
“Professor, are we starting right now?”
“Yes. Let’s get cleaned up and begin.”
Before the words were even finished, the men were already stripping. Su-hui and Mi-jung watched with wide eyes as six thick, hard cocks sprang free. Professor Choi watched them with lazy satisfaction, one hand lazily stroking his own growing erection.
“Unnie… I’m nervous…”
“It’s fine, Su-hui. Just relax.”
Mi-jung poured a glass of strong soju and held it out to her. Su-hui drank it in one gulp. The burn hit immediately, but she forced a smile.
“Hik…”
“Just enjoy it, Su-hui.”
“Ha… yes.”
They watched the men in the bathroom, swallowing the pills Professor Choi had prepared. All six were already rock-hard, and their cocks were out, throbbing. They moved toward Su-hui and Mi-jung with hungry smiles.
Mi-jung laughed softly and began chatting with them like an old friend, but Su-hui was alone. One of the men approached, rested a warm hand on her shoulder, and asked:
“How old are you?”
“Twenty…”
“Whoa…”
The hand slid down, under the thin robe, and cupped her bare breast. Su-hui’s nipple stiffened instantly under the rough palm.
“She’s so tight and smooth…”
The man’s fingers found the thin string tied around Su-hui’s waist and pulled. The robe parted slightly, revealing the smooth white skin of her thigh and hip.
“Aah… shit…”
His fingers traced the curve of her waist, then slid down to the hem. The thin fabric slipped open wider, exposing the soft, puffy lips of her pussy. Su-hui’s breath hitched, but she didn’t stop him.
“Hnn…”
Mi-jung had already joined the other men, laughing and flirting, but the man focused entirely on Su-hui. He sat beside her, one hand still on her breast, the other sliding between her thighs.
“Then…?”
“Ahh… nn…”
Two strong hands cupped Su-hui’s breasts from the sides, thumbs flicking her hard nipples. The thin robe was pulled off her arms and draped over her lap. The men’s large, warm hands began to squeeze and knead her soft flesh. One of them leaned in and kissed her deeply. His tongue pushed past her lips and tangled with hers. Su-hui hesitated for a second, then opened her mouth and sucked on his tongue.
“Hhu… nn…”
The men’s mouths moved lower. They flicked and sucked on her nipples, rolling the sensitive buds between their tongues and teeth. Su-hui’s back arched, a long moan escaping her throat.
“Hik… ahh… nn… it feels good… nn…”
Both nipples were being attacked at once. The men’s hands roamed over her body, leaving trails of heat and saliva. Su-hui’s thighs were trembling, her pussy visibly dripping onto the sofa.
“She’s so beautiful! Let me taste her too.”
One of the men dropped to his knees in front of her. He grabbed both of Su-hui’s knees and spread her legs wide apart. Her thighs opened like white marble pillars, revealing the glistening pink lips of her pussy. A single drop of her arousal fell onto the sofa.
“Fuck… she’s soaked.”
“Wow…”
The man lowered his face and pressed his mouth against her pussy. His tongue dragged slowly up through her folds, then circled the swollen clit. Su-hui’s hips jerked. A few hands on her thighs held them open, preventing her from closing her legs.
“Hah… nn…”
Su-hui was now completely surrounded. Six men’s hands and mouths were everywhere—sucking her nipples, licking her clit, groping her breasts. The constant stimulation was overwhelming. She had already taken the pills. Her body was melting in pleasure.
“Her pussy is so clean and delicious…”
The man between her legs spread her outer lips wide with his thumbs and buried his tongue inside her. Su-hui’s inner walls fluttered, clear juices coating his tongue. He sucked hard, then licked up her slit again and again.
“Fuck… she’s dripping already.”
His tongue stabbed into her tight hole, tasting the sweet nectar. Su-hui’s moans turned into broken sobs of pleasure.
“Aah… nn…”
The two men still licking her nipples bit down harder, rolling the hard buds between their teeth while their tongues flicked rapidly. Su-hui’s body writhed between them, completely lost in sensation. The other four men stroked their throbbing cocks, eager to take their turn.
“Ha… nnn…”
Su-hui was guided to her knees on the sofa. She took one cock in each hand without being told. The thick, hot shafts twitched in her palms. She began to stroke them slowly at first, then faster, twisting her wrists exactly the way Professor Choi had taught her.
Professor Choi returned with the large oil drum and a smaller bottle of lube.
“Su-hui, you’re enjoying yourself so much. Let me help you more.”
He poured warm oil over her back and shoulders, then rubbed it down her spine in long, smooth strokes. The oil made her skin glisten and her body burn with heat. Su-hui shivered.
“Hik? Professor…”
“It feels different, right?”
She looked back at him, eyes hazy with lust.
“Aah… it’s making me feel so good…”
Professor Choi’s hands moved lower, massaging her ass and the backs of her thighs. The oil made every touch feel electric. His fingers slipped between her cheeks and brushed her tight asshole.
“Ha… ah… nn…”
Su-hui’s hands never stopped stroking the two cocks. The oil made them even slicker. She moaned louder, her voice breaking as she took both men deeper into her mouth. The men groaned in pleasure, hands tangled in her hair.
“Aah… ah… nn…”
Mi-jung, now surrounded by four other men, was riding one of them reverse cowgirl on the edge of the sofa, her own strap-on buried inside her while she sucked on another cock. The room was a symphony of moans, wet sounds, and skin slapping skin. Professor Choi watched everything with a satisfied, predatory smile, his cock finally freed and stroking slowly.
Su-hui was completely lost—body trembling, pussy dripping, throat full, ass aching from the oil and the constant touch of six men. She had never felt so alive, so utterly corrupted, and so desperately craving more.