The Hour of Conquest
I can't cum here — not like this!
Dazzling!
As the bra climbed slowly up along the line of her chest and the underwire knocked past her nipples, her breasts gave a soft wobble — and what an obscene little wobble it was! Unable to hold back a second longer, I took her pink, pristine nipple into my mouth in one gulp, while my fingers set to work furiously rubbing the nipple of her other breast.
Inside my mouth, her still-slightly-soft nipple was rolled and pressed this way and that between my teeth. My tongue swept over it as if determined to lick it out of existence, while my thumb bore down hard on its twin; each time my thumb pressed in and rolled it side to side, her breasts kept up their lewd, rippling sway. Lost in it all, I caught her nipple between my teeth and nibbled, over and over.
Biting and licking, sucking and kneading, rubbing and pinching — and somewhere in the middle of it all, her nipples slowly began to stiffen and swell. And at the same time, from her lips came the first sounds:
"Haahm... haah..."
Unconscious though she still was, those were unmistakably the moans of a woman feeling pleasure radiate out from her nipples. Emboldened by her reactions, I finally sent my hand traveling down toward her skirt.
I found the zipper at her side and drew it all the way down, undid the button, then put strength into both hands and yanked her skirt down in a single motion. Tossing the garment — freed from legs with not a single flaw to mar their sleekness — onto the floor of the room, I knelt between her thighs.
Her panties were jet black, a stark contrast against her snow-white skin — a thong with lace across the front and nothing but a bare string at the back.
No wonder... I'd stolen more than a few glances at Eunmi's ass on the days she came to work in a tight skirt. The fabric clung to it so snugly it looked ready to burst, and every step she took set that ass wriggling obscenely... and yet her panty line never once showed.
"You think she just doesn't wear any?" That was the snicker that always went around when the male staff gathered for their dirty talk and Eunmi's name came up.
Now, at last, the secret of the missing panty line stood revealed. So she was a thong connoisseur...
Strands of her dark, curly pubic hair poked out here and there through the gaps in the lace. At that blinding, dizzying sight, I reached out without a moment's thought and pressed my hand against her mound through the panties.
Beneath the lace I could feel the coarse bristle of her hair. Sliding my hand lower, I was met with a burning heat — my ravenous, obsessive ravaging of her chest had already filled the space between her legs with a fire of its own. Eunmi's plump mound swelled against the fabric, and I gripped it between thumb and forefinger and gave it a firm tug.
"Hoo... hmmm..."
Another sound spilled from Eunmi's lips — part moan, part sigh, impossible to say which. I lifted my head to study her face, but she didn't seem to have surfaced from sleep yet. Deep inside her body, though, she was feeling every last bit of this pleasure — that much was certain.
Growing bolder by the moment, I laid my finger against the crease running between the halves of her mound and stroked slowly up it. Between her thighs, the lace panties began to sink a little into that vertical seam, and each time my finger traveled up and down, her hips gave a little buck.
"Haah... haah..."
Maybe Eunmi was dreaming right now. In her dream, some man would surely be caressing her — heh heh heh — though never in a million years would she imagine that man was me.
As my index finger stroked up and down along her crease, her silk panties slowly began to dampen. When I lifted my finger away, a sticky thread of her wetness clung after it, stretching out like glue. I took hold of her panties and pulled down; held on by nothing but a thin string, they slid easily off her ass. I worked them free of one leg only, leaving the rest looped around her thigh.
Rising onto my arms, I drank in the sight of her whole body once more. God, she was sexy! Her white shirt shoved sideways, her bra hauled up above her shoulders, her black lace panties hanging off one thigh — and on Eunmi's feet, the finishing touch of sexiness, she still wore her heels. The perfection of her figure in such disarray radiated a decadent, wrecked kind of eroticism. There was a reason a woman left half-dressed was always sexier than one stripped completely bare.
And there, in the crevice between her spread thighs, beads of clear liquid glittered... I bent over that spring and brought my mouth to it, sucking at the seam of her mound with loud, wet slurps.
"Aah... ah..."
Her body jolted harder this time than it had at anything before. I pushed my tongue into the cleft and began sliding it up and down, and from deep within that spring her juices started, little by little, to flow. I lapped at them greedily, craving more, desperate to make her gush. Spreading her nether lips apart with both hands — burying even my nose into the cleft — I stretched out the index finger of my right hand and gave a gentle rub to the little thing hiding bashfully at the top of her slit, its head tucked beneath a thin hood of skin as if too shy to show itself.
"Ahhk! Ah... aaahh... nngh...!"
Eunmi writhed harder than she had at anything so far. Her reaction only fired me up more; I kept rubbing her little bud while my tongue explored every nook and cranny of her inside, until her whole body was outright trembling. My other half, swinging with every buck of her hips, seemed to be announcing that it, too, could bear no more.
It was time to take care of my other half. I rose up from between Eunmi's legs, took myself in hand, and adjusted my position — never once stopping the stroking of her bud with my other hand. Eunmi looked ready to wake at any moment now; the trembling and thrashing of her body were building and building.
"Ahhk... ahhah... nngh... uuaaahh...!"
"Hoo..."
I fitted the head of my length against her crease and drew a long, deep breath. At last — it was time to conquer Eunmi! Time for revenge! I pressed the very tip of my glans between her lips and coated its head in her nectar, then gazed down at Eunmi's face with the smile of a victor savoring the conquest to come. The corners of her eyes were twitching and fluttering — she was just about ready to wake.
Time to wake her! I'd wake this woman up and make her watch the very moment my cock buried itself in her cunt!
"Miss Oh Eunmi!"
At my call, her eyes drifted slowly open. Fresh from sleep and still unaccustomed to the bright room, she scrunched her eyes hard and strained to make out my face.
"Who... Ahhk!!!!"
The instant her mouth opened, I drove myself hard into her depths. A scream that could have been pleasure or pain burst from her lips, and without a beat's pause I began pounding in and out, hard and fast, ravaging her from the inside.
"Ahhk! Ahhk! Who... who are... nngh... mmm... aaahh... ah! Hmm... K... Manager Kim?!?! Nngh! Aaah...!"
Even as pleasure poured through her whole body from her own loins, she realized that the man exploring her body was me — and her eyes went round with shock. I answered without slowing the rapid pace of my plundering.
"Haah... haah... You've got a great body, Eunmi. And right now you're clamping down on me so, so tight."
"Nngh... mmm... ahhang... D... don't say things like that..."
Eunmi said it as though embarrassed, a hand flying to cover her mouth — but her eyes had already drifted down to where my length slid in and out of her, fast and relentless. They were brimming with confusion. She didn't even understand what was happening to her; she simply lay beneath the man she'd mocked as gay, tasting pleasure.
"Hhuh... hhuh... So how is it, Eunmi? A gay man's technique? Feels good, doesn't it?"
"Hahk, hahk... haah... I... what am I... what do I do..."
Eunmi couldn't even manage an answer to my taunting question.
"M... Manager... pull... pull it out... stop... please, stop...."
"Really? You really want me to stop? Because this part of you doesn't seem to agree!"
"Nngh! Ahhk ahhk ahhk... aaahh...! Nngh! Nnh!"
I snorted at her words and hammered into her harder and faster still, driving myself in and out of her depths over and over. Louder, fiercer moans tore from her throat, and her hips began to ride the rhythm of my movements. If anything, my words were exciting her further — her inner walls clamped down around me tighter every time I plunged in.
But... this was dangerous. It had been far, far too long since my last time, and drunk on the thrill of conquest from the very first stroke, I'd been pounding away with no rhythm and no restraint. Every thrust brought Eunmi's clutching walls and the heaving sway of her breasts pushing me closer to the edge.
N... damn it! No! I can't cum here — not like this! Not until I'd shown her that from now on, I was the one in charge!
—Kukuku... Now what did I tell you right at the start, hmm? I said don't wolf your food down, didn't I? Well, look at you. Gobble it up that fast, and of course you end up with indigestion.
The Genie, silent until now, sneered at me as though my predicament was the funniest thing he'd witnessed in centuries.
"Sh... shut up for a second! Come on, Genie... do... do something about this!"
—Do what, exactly? Your wish, from beginning to end, was to have those women moaning between your legs. Not once did you ask me to do anything about controlling when you blow your load.