What the Hell Am I Doing Alone
Honestly. What am I even doing, alone like this?
One of the worst things about becoming the King of Stamina was that my cock now sprang to attention at any hour, for any reason or none. It was worst of all whenever I laid eyes on my three targets — Ms. Seonju, Ms. Eunmi, and Ms. Jihyun.
Ms. Eunmi and Ms. Jihyun worked on other teams, so our paths rarely crossed inside the office. But Ms. Seonju was on my own team, a woman I had no choice but to see every single day. Worse, her desk sat diagonal from mine — one lazy turn of the head, and her whole body swung into view. Catching a sidelong glimpse of her legs, or the swell beneath her blouse, only made things worse.
Our sales team had never taken on contract staff. But clients had been multiplying lately and we needed hands to sort the paperwork, so she'd been assigned to us this year, at the last minute. Her desk stood off in a corner, apart from the salesmen's, and being a desk bought in haste, it came with no modesty panel to hide what lay beneath. Which meant one turn of my head served me an unobstructed view of the slender legs she crossed under that chair.
If the legs of Ms. Eunmi — which I'd been feasting on without a break these past weeks — were glossy, plump, and dripping with flesh, then Ms. Seonju's were a track athlete's: long, lean, and taut with spring. If I remembered right, her hobby was working out?
I did my damnedest not to look her way, but perhaps Genie was right and my phobia of women really had vanished for those three women alone — my gaze kept sliding back to her. And lately, as the weather grew hotter by the day, her clothes had been getting shorter and thinner right along with it. She was forever in sheer tops that flashed her underwear at the slightest movement, and her skirts and trousers were far too short by half.
At first even the Manager had been quietly appreciative of her wardrobe, but little by little he began cautioning her to mind how she dressed. She didn't seem to care much, though: she'd only throw something on over her outfit when she knew she'd be crossing the Manager's line of sight, and the rest of the time she went about exactly as she pleased. And perversely, the cover-up stirred stranger imaginings than bare skin ever could. Her compromise, chosen to spare herself a scolding, was a long cardigan that fell to her hips. It hid the exposure up top, all right — but from behind it looked for all the world as if she had nothing on underneath, and whenever she bent over and the cardigan rode up, the glimpses of skirt hem and waistband beneath it might as well have been lingerie.
"Hey~ Ms. Seonju's outfits lately... man, we should be sending thank-you notes, seriously."
Assistant Manager Park brought it up while we stood at the urinals after lunch.
"What are you even saying, Assistant Manager Park... Still... we struck gold with this year's contract hire, I'll say that much. Wouldn't you agree, Team Leader?"
Even taciturn Assistant Manager Choi was, for once, chuckling along. I smiled indulgently at their clowning and let fly a stream into the urinal.
"And you know... Ms. Eunmi's got this weird, sexier vibe about her these days... Ahh... how am I supposed to hold out until the company retreat...?"
"Oh! Eunmi over in General Affairs? Boyfriend must be taking real good care of her these days. Hahaha."
"Oh? And what's this — Assistant Manager Park, talking like he's Ms. Eunmi's boyfriend now? Haha."
Listening to the two of them trade jabs, I allowed myself a knowing little smile. Turns out that freshly-sexed glow around Ms. Eunmi was every bit my own handiwork.
"I'd wager they're all just angling to get their contracts renewed."
I shook the last drops from the cock Genie had grown for me and tucked it back into my briefs.
The rooftop smoke breaks were no better — the men talked of nothing but Ms. Eunmi and Ms. Seonju. Occasionally Ms. Jihyun, who ran with those two, came up as well. Where Eunmi and Seonju were the bold type, Jihyun had a slightly different flavor. The two of them were slender beauties who mixed daring outfits into a kind of fearless sexiness; Ms. Jihyun, by contrast, was the sprightly sort. She stood noticeably shorter than the pair, and cuteness was her defining trait — whether her height was a sore spot or not, she lived in sky-high heels and short-skirted dresses. If Eunmi and Seonju were Bond girls straight out of a 007 film, Ms. Jihyun was a beauty like the legendary gisaeng Hwang Jini in her girlhood days. A touch more refined — though something told me there was more lurking beneath that refinement...
Anyway, by the time we trooped back down from all that chatter about the three women, my cock was in an uproar again. There wasn't the faintest sign of it settling. I sat at my desk, scooted my hips as far under it as I could to hide the thing, and tried to lose myself in work — it wouldn't die.
Lately Ms. Eunmi had been on her period, so I'd gone days without a taste of a woman.
...All right, enough. I'll just have to go take one off the top.
I rose from my seat and headed for the restroom. On the way I stole a glance at Ms. Seonju, frowning earnestly at her monitor and tapping away — through the gap in her shirt, a sliver of cleavage peeked out.
Ah... shit... that one I need to devour soon, too...
In case anyone came looking, I headed for the top-floor bathroom. The whole floor stood empty — the company that had occupied it until recently had gone belly-up and cleared out — and since the building's water pressure was weak anyway, hardly anyone ever came up this high.
Click.
I latched the stall door, sat down on the toilet, and dragged my slacks and briefs down.
"What's this? Trying to rub one out?"
Genie piped up again. I had been wondering why he was so quiet today.
You... weren't you asleep?
"Kekeke... Your lust keeps jabbing me in the ribs from right next door — how the hell could I sleep?"
What the hell kind of floor plan does my skull have, that my lust sits right next to you?
"Doesn't matter what your head looks like. What matters is that I'm stuck to your lust like glue."
Shut it for a minute. Thanks to you I'm in heat and in need of a little happy time, so don't interrupt.
"Because of me? Kekeke... You're the one who wished for the stamina."
Then at least make the damn thing trigger only under the right conditions!
"That wasn't in your terms."
You magnificent little shit... all customer-service charm with a cunningly twisted streak... if you were a salesman under me, I'd have buried you... Anyway — shut up! I'm trying to take one off here...
Maybe that got through, because Genie went quiet. I popped one bud of my wireless earphones into my ear and turned on my phone, then pulled up a video I kept locked away in my gallery and hit play.
On the phone screen, Ms. Eunmi held my cock in one hand while covering her face with the other.
In the video, Eunmi — pretending, at least, that she was no match for my pushing — finally took her hands from her face and wrapped both of them around my cock. Watching, phone in one hand, I took hold of my own shaft with the other and matched my strokes to the rhythm of her hand on screen.
On screen, Eunmi smacked her lips as she worked my cock. The woman who'd been protesting her shyness a minute ago was now casting slow, smiling glances up into the camera.
She coated her fingers in the pre-cum leaking from my glans and used it to tease the head, gentle and slow.
Parting her lips, she took my cock into her mouth in one swallow. Schlop... schlop... schlop... schlop... Her cheeks hollowed as she began to suck.
"Whew..." My own hand sped up as I watched. Ms. Eunmi, no stranger to this sort of play, sucked cock like a professional — the memory of that suction, her mouth pulling hungrily at my cock, rose up in me and sent a rush of heat through my gut.
Slurrrp... slurp... schlurp, schlurp... lick, lick... She sucked and pulled at the head, licked up the shaft, kneaded my balls between her fingers — savoring every last inch of my cock.
On screen, Eunmi stared straight into the camera as she suckled the glans with her mouth and stroked the shaft with her hand. Techniques I'd only ever seen in porn — for a woman of just twenty-five, the skill implied a body count that was no joke. And her eyes, staring through the screen into mine, were brimming with raw, naked lust.
Spurt, spurt, spurt, spurt... spurt...
On screen, my cock jerked and fired its load into her mouth. Determined not to let a single drop escape past her lips, Eunmi sealed her mouth around my cock and kept right on sucking — schlop, schlop.
"Nngh...! Ungh...!" The sight dragged the memory of that day back to the surface, and I came across the bathroom floor. Maybe it was the stamina Genie had given me, but the load was monstrous.
"Whew... whew... hah..." The post-nut clarity rolled in, and a sigh escaped me.
Damn it... I really do need to get Eunmi on the pill... Look at me — what the hell am I doing, alone in here...
"Kekeke... What? Wasn't good enough for you?"
Ah, come on! Butt out already! Know when to butt in and when to butt out!
"What are you snapping at me for? Weren't you the noble scholar? Kekeke... Just be true to your lust, that's all."
Repulsive little bastard...