Professor Choi's Office 3
The click of the opening door froze Su-hui solid.
"Ah, I almost forgot these!"
She heard Professor Choi walk to his desk and rummage through a drawer. A moment later, something dropped onto the table in front of the sofa where she held her pose — a soft, successive tap-tap.
"Su-hui, do you know what these are?"
"Nnh... no... aah..."
"Condoms."
"Huh...?"
Her thighs pulled taut.
"Aah... that's... no... you can't..."
"Heh heh..."
Su-hui pictured the condoms lying on the table. Herself, lewdly spread, a dildo buried in her pussy — and those foil packets scattered in plain view. Anyone who walked through that door would understand the situation at a glance. Even as the words of refusal left her mouth, her pussy twitched and clenched down around the toy.
"Haa... aah... nngh..."
"Well then. I'll actually come back later."
"Ah... aah..."
Professor Choi left her there and walked out. The door clicked shut behind him. Blindfolded, Su-hui's entire awareness narrowed to the dildo lodged inside her and the sounds beyond the door. The toy, locked in place by her thong, pressed deep against her inner walls, and a moan slipped through her clenched teeth.
"Nnh..."
Cool air wrapped itself around her bare skin. Her nipples drew tight; goosebumps rose in a fine scatter across the pale grain of her breasts.
The dildo buzzed against the chill, heating her from the inside, and her pussy clenched around it on instinct — gripping so completely that the shaft sealed itself against every fold of her walls. The stimulation had been building since the egg vibrator, and her juices ran in a steady trickle. The plump lips holding the dildo grew slick, and before long the wetness spilled toward her clit, gathering there until a single drop welled and fell.
"Hah... aahng... nngh... aah... hh..."
A sticky thread of her juices stretched like a spider's silk and broke against the floor.
"Hahk... I can't... aah... nnh..."
Her hand drifted toward the dildo, then stopped. Professor Choi had told her to endure it. She was losing her mind, but she lifted her hand back to the sofa's backrest.
The toy buzzed on, low and relentless.
"Nnh... hh... hh... Professor... nngh..."
She moaned his name. The thick cock she had sucked earlier rose unbidden in her mind. Her mouth fell open, and her tongue flicked out as if she were licking him still.
"Haa... haa... aah... nnh... aahng... aahng..."
The mere thought of sucking him off sent heat flooding through her. Suddenly she could feel every ridge of the dildo stirring inside her with unbearable clarity.
"Hah... aahng... aahng..."
Her hips sank softly. She tipped her head back, and her long black hair spilled in a dark ripple down the pale curve of her back.
A wet gush splashed across the sofa. She had come on the dildo from nothing but the fantasy of his cock in her mouth.
"Hahk... aahng... aah..."
The orgasm did nothing to stop the toy. It stayed buried in her, grinding on without mercy.
Ah... anyone now... please... just anyone, come put it in me...
The dildo kept thrusting against a pussy still raw from climax, and coherent thought slipped away from her. She held on by a thread, her ass trembling.
The door clicked open.
"Nnh..."
The office door swung inward with a slow creak.
"Hahk... Professor?"
Anyone else would have stopped cold at the sight of her. The figure approaching in silence had to be Professor Choi — she was sure of it. A moment later, a hand settled gently over the curve of her ass.
"Hah... Professor... hurry..."
"Hmm..."
The voice was not his. Su-hui jolted.
"Nnh... wh-who..."
She tried to rise. A man's hand caught the back of her neck and pressed her down. He hooked her panties aside and drew the dildo out of her in one smooth pull.
"Hahk... nnh..."
She had only just come. The sudden emptiness buckled her legs. Then those same unknown fingers began to stroke her pussy, slow and unhurried, a wet sound rising with every pass.
"Hah... aah... nngh... hh..."
Blindfolded, she could only surrender herself to a stranger's hand. Her pussy, still oversensitive from climax, jumped at every touch from a man she could not even see. She lifted her ass and shuddered for him, and the hand that had pinned her neck slid down to her breasts.
"Hahk... nnh... aahng..."
Her nipples, drawn tight by the cool air, met the heat of his palm. He rolled one peak in lazy circles while his fingers pushed into her.
A wet, sucking sound filled the room as he worked them in.
"Aah... nnh... aahng... you can't... aah... wait... just..."
"I can't?"
"Hah... wh-who... nnh..."
"Your pussy is squeezing me like this, though."
He was right. Her elastic walls closed around his fingers without a gap, gripping him completely as he began to stroke in and out of her, slow and deep, the wet rhythm growing louder.
"Aahng... aahng... aah... nnh... ah..."
"Should I stop?"
"Aahk... ah... aahng... aahng..."
"Not going to answer me?"
"Nnh... keep... please keep going..."
The request seemed to please him. He settled in behind her and began to work her in earnest, index and middle finger raking through her as if he meant to scrape her out from the inside, the wet sounds turning sharp and fast.
"Nnh... ah... aah... nngh... aahng... aah..."
His fingers picked up speed, dragging hard across her G-spot with every stroke.
"Haaahng... I can't... I can't... aah... nnh... hhk... haaahng... haa aah..."
Her juices burst out of her in a sudden spray. He did not stop. Fluid splashed in every direction, slapping wetly against skin and sofa, until at last he withdrew. Both fingers came out glazed and dripping with her cloudy slick.
A zipper rasped down. A belt buckle clinked open.
"These were left here for us to use, right?"
"Haa... haa... ah..."
Foil lifted from the table. Plastic tore. His hands found her waist, and then the head of his cock nudged against the soaked entrance of her pussy, rubbing slowly along her folds.
"I can go ahead, right?"
"...Yes..."
He began to push into her, inch by unhurried inch.
"Nnh—"
The blindfold made everything sharper. She felt the thickness of him, the exact shape of his cock, with a vividness that stole her breath as he filled her.
"Ah... aah..."
He buried himself to the hilt and folded over her, both hands gathering her breasts, rolling her nipples between his fingers with a gentleness that did not match the stretch inside her. A wet tongue painted slow strokes across her back.
"Hah... nnh... ah... aah..."
"How is it?"
"It... it feels good... aah... nnh..."
His soft caresses made her pussy twitch around him of its own accord. And then — the office door opened again. A handle turned. A hinge creaked.
"Nnh...? W-wait a second..."
"Why?"
"The door... I heard the door..."
"Ah."
He started moving his hips.
His cock slammed into her — hard, wet, relentless.
"Aahk... ah... aahng... wait... don't... some... someone..."
He ignored her completely, gripping her waist and driving into her with a wet, pounding rhythm. Footsteps approached. Someone came to a stop in front of her face.
A zipper slid down. Hands took hold of her head. A cock that was still soft pushed into her open mouth.
"Nnh— mmph... aahng... aahng..."
She hesitated for a heartbeat — then opened wider and closed her lips around the yielding shaft. The man behind her was fucking her hard enough to rock her whole body, and her head moved with it, sliding naturally along the cock in her mouth. It stiffened against her tongue, growing thicker with every pass.
"Nnhp... mmph... nngh... mmph..."
The hands locked on her waist left her nowhere to go. She could only take them both, front and back. The panic of the first moment was already fading, drowned by the pleasure rolling through her pussy and by the raw, dizzying fact of it — that she was offering her mouth and her cunt to men she could not even see. The thought only made her wetter.
The wet slap of flesh on flesh grew faster.
"Kkuh..."
The man gripping her waist sped up, then slammed himself as deep as he could go. She felt him swell inside her — vividly, unmistakably — and then he came, pulsing into the condom.
"Hoo..."
"Nnhp... mmph... mmph..."
She kept sucking the cock in her mouth with devoted care, whether the man behind her had finished or not. The fear from before was gone. The only thing that mattered now was the shaft filling her throat. The first man pulled out of her, stripped off the condom, and laid it across the narrow of her waist. A little semen leaked from it and ran hot down her skin. Torn stockings hung in ruins around her thighs; her pussy was fully on display; and that used condom resting on the dip of her waist made the line of her back look obscener still.
"My turn, then?"
The second man drew himself from her mouth and circled behind her. Foil tore again.
"Haa... hurry... please..."
She no longer hesitated. She lifted her ass for him, the heat of the first man's cum still vivid against her waist. A moment later he seized her hips and shoved into her in one rough stroke.
"Hahk—"
A flushed, shameless moan spilled out of her. His hips slammed forward, driving into her with a wet, punishing rhythm.
"Hahng... nngh... nngh... aahng... aahng..."
She moaned openly now, filthy and unrestrained, her fingers white-knuckled on the sofa's backrest. She gave her ass over to a stranger's cock and shook through every thrust.
"How is it, Su-hui? Does it feel good?"
"Hahng... nnh... Professor?"
"Heh heh..."
Professor Choi's voice, sudden and close.
"Hah... aahng... aahng... since... when... nnh..."
"Ah... I never left in the first place."
"Aahng... nngh... nngh... aahng..."
He had never gone outside at all. He had stood there and watched. The man inside her now, and the one who had finished before him, were two graduate students he had called in himself.
"Aah... aahng... that's too much... aahng... aahng..."
"I wanted to see how you'd react. And you've exceeded my expectations, Su-hui."
"Haaahng... aahng... aahng... aahng..."
"Kkuh— Professor, she's getting even tighter—"
The man gripping her ass could not hold out against the sudden clench of her pussy. He came in a rush, and like the first, he stripped off the used condom and set it on her waist beside the other.
"Haa... haa... haa..."
"Well?"
"Wow, Professor. She's really the best."
"Please... call us again sometime, Professor."
Professor Choi sent the two thoroughly satisfied graduate students on their way. Then he took hold of his own stiff cock and stepped in behind her.
"Well, Su-hui? That wasn't so bad, was it?"
"Haa... it was... it was so good... actually... aah..."
He pushed into her.
"Then maybe I'll have a taste of you raw."
"Aah... yes... Professor... it feels so good..."
He rolled his hips at a leisurely pace. Her pussy, soaked through with her own juices, took him in with a smooth, greedy slide.
"Seeing how much you like this... I'll set something up for you soon."
A wet, unhurried rhythm filled the office as he moved in and out of her.
"Haaahng... set what up, Professor...? Aahng... nnh... aah..."
"Well... it wouldn't be any fun if I told you in advance."
His cock stroked through her in long, easy thrusts. Every time he drew out, her juices clung to him in pale, clinging threads.
"Nnh... aah... yes... yes, Professor... I will... aah..."