Golden Shower Sex in the Women's Restroom
The scorching storm had passed.
Heat and humidity filled the room, thick with the smell of the fluids the bitches had gushed — so dense it hung in the air like a faint fog.
I had to stay fused to Lee Jiseon in here, her legs coiled around me, until that forty-year-old married woman's hunger was fully spent. We crushed ourselves together from face to thigh as if even a hair's breadth of space between us was unacceptable, grinding and grinding our sweat-slicked skin, savoring every filthy scrape of flesh on flesh.
Jiseon came beneath me with a sound like she was dying, and I dumped a load of hot cum into her cunt. Another woman marked. Another belly branded with my seed.
If even a trace of it showed on her body, she'd have to live the rest of her life advertising that she'd taken my cum — that she'd been claimed.
Even after I finished, I clenched down, trying to wring out every last drop. My pubic hair mashed and rubbed against her clit and mound, so she had to take fresh stimulation even as she came down from the orgasm. Lee Jiseon didn't even notice the drool running from the corner of her mouth — and even if she had, she wouldn't have wiped it away. She'd have wanted me to suck it off her myself.
A cunt painted with cum. Its owner lay on the sofa as if she'd passed out, barely managing to breathe. With every ragged exhale her breasts rose and fell, slick with sweat and spit, and the nipples I'd been sucking the whole time still stood stiff and swollen, flushed dark with blood.
I'd already fucked two women three times just inside this room. Now the second I walked in here, the air itself felt filthy — like I ought to grab a woman and start pounding her cunt.
I sat on the sofa for a moment to catch my breath. Jiseon wobbled up, dropped down beside me, and leaned her sweat-sticky body against mine.
"Haa... you're... so incredible..."
She was naturally using honorifics with a man six years younger than her, making it crystal clear she was the one underneath. This woman would never get to act like she was above me again. If she showed even a hint of that, she wouldn't get my cock rammed into her anymore.
She lifted her sweat-soaked face, kissed my cheek, and whispered.
"I'm so jealous of her."
"Heh... you're a good woman too, Jiseon."
"But I never got to have you..."
"What are you talking about... you've got a good husband of your own."
".... She has a husband too."
Jiseon's right hand settled on my thigh. That small hand stroked along the thick muscle, feeling the male hair she didn't have.
"How was I...?"
"You were good."
"How do I compare to Eunjeong...?"
"That's hard to say. You can't decide who's better or worse when it comes to people."
"Tch... was I... tasty?"
"Yes. You tasted good."
Only then did Lee Jiseon curve her lips into a satisfied, sultry smile.
"Want to go out with me too...?"
"I'm sorry. I've already got Eunjeong..."
She put her hand on my cheek and turned my face toward hers.
"Don't say that. Every time you talk like that, I start hating her more and more."
She was properly jealous. How much must she hate her? Heh heh heh.
"I get why she meets you even if it means cheating on her husband."
"I don't really get it. What is it, then?"
She stared at me with something special in her eyes. To be treated like someone that mattered by a proud, beautiful married woman like this... I was happy.
"You're handsome... cool... overflowing with manly charm..."
Heh heh heh. Of course I wasn't handsome, and I wasn't cool either. All of this was because Instant Suggestion had put rose-colored glasses over her eyes. As long as I had the power to cast Instant Suggestion, I could appear to every woman in the world as the man she found most attractive.
"You're too kind."
"If I could just go out with you, I feel like I could do anything you told me to. I..."
She gazed at me more and more deeply, then stuck out her tongue, asking for a kiss. For a while our noses brushed as we explored each other's lips and tongues. It was a kiss laced with love and, at the same time, with unbearable lust — wet and sticky, loud with spit.
She wrapped both arms around my neck and pressed in close, rubbing her breasts — nipples still standing — against me.
"If she ever starts neglecting you, contact me anytime."
That was what she said after she broke the kiss.
"If she won't do what you want, tell me. Whatever fantasy you've got, I'll make it happen for you."
"Don't. I'm a huge pervert. I'm not the nice guy you think I am."
"I don't care if you're a pervert. Any perverted tastes she can't satisfy — I'll do them all for you."
The look in her eyes was sincere.
I wanted to test that vow, just for fun.
"Whew... I need to piss. I'm gonna hit the bathroom."
Her eyes lit up. She took my hand and stood.
"Come with me."
"Huh?"
Led by her hand, I stepped out of the room and walked down the hallway. Walking the karaoke corridor completely naked felt new, and good.
"I locked the front door earlier. Don't worry."
Lee Jiseon led me past the counter and into the women's side of the restroom by the entrance.
"Jiseon..."
She stood me in front of the toilet, then knelt beside it and looked up at me.
"She would never do this for you."
Then she took my cock in her hand and aimed it into the bowl for me.
"Shhhii—"
She even made the pissing sound with her mouth, so I eased the tension and let it go.
The first trickle ran straight down my glans and onto Jiseon's hand, but she didn't care. If anything, her eyes shone brighter at the feel of that hot liquid, and she even smiled.
A thick stream followed. The pressure wasn't steady, so the first of it hit the seat and the lid and splashed.
"Oh my... you're peeing so well. That's so hot...!"
"Sorry. I got some on you."
"It's fine. I was going to clean it anyway."
"You don't have to go this far..."
By the time I finished speaking, the stream had stopped and the last drops were beading at the tip of my urethra. Lee Jiseon gave me a sultry smile, then took my glans into her mouth and started sucking the remaining piss out of me.
"Ah...!"
It felt good. It wasn't just a blowjob — getting sucked clean after taking a piss made it even more perversely pleasant.
She sucked my cock like it was delicious, wet little sounds filling the stall, then pulled off and spoke.
"That felt good, right?"
"Nnh... yeah. Honestly, it did."
"I'm glad you liked it... I... I really feel like I've become your toilet... but it doesn't feel bad. Your piss... tastes good... I want more. I'll do this every time we meet from now on."
She never stopped stroking my now-hard cock as she slowly stood, put the lid down, and straddled it.
"You've gotten hard again... will you put it in here?"
She spread her legs, planted one foot against the wall, and locked herself in place. After she'd gone this far, fucking her again was just good manners.
I spread my legs to match her height and shoved my cock into her cunt.
"Haahp...!"
Lee Jiseon's body started rocking, her breasts bouncing up and down. She braced one hand on the tank behind her and the other against the wall, trying to ride this all the way through.
Wet, heavy thrusts filled the stall.
"Hahk! I... from now on... every time I use this stall...! I'm going to remember having sex with you! What am I supposed to do now...!"
"Then... every time you take a piss... hngh. Just touch yourself...!"
"Ahk...! I can't...! Then I'd... how many times a day would I...! Ah! Ah! Aaaah!"
Jiseon cut herself off mid-sentence, her face twisting as she clenched her teeth — she'd suddenly hit her climax.
"I-I want to come like she does...!"
"?"
I thought she just meant she was orgasming. I quickly realized "come" meant something else.
"Watch me piss too... Aaaah—!"
A yellow stream blasted from her cunt and slammed into my chest and stomach.
Getting hit with a sudden golden shower left me stunned, but the warmth and that sharp, distinctive piss-smell only made me pound her cunt even harder.
Every time I drove my cock in, the stream cut off. Every time I pulled out, it sprayed again. Over and over.
And when at last no more yellow piss came from her cunt, I poured my cum into her.
I got home, showered immediately, and collapsed.
I'd come twice just at the karaoke place. The second time especially — taking Jiseon's golden shower — had felt pretty damn good. I figured I should do it again now and then.
Once Jiseon had come back to her senses and could move, she'd knelt in front of me and licked and sucked my stomach and chest clean. Since she'd been the one to spray it, she'd clean it up herself, she said.
And she begged me to contact her anytime I felt like it, because this was something only she could do for me.
We exchanged numbers, and I was looking at the photo of her and her family that popped up in her KakaoTalk profile when the exhaustion hit and I drifted off.