I Drink Wine, She Swallows My Piss
"You're here?"
"Yeah. Have you been waiting long?"
The parking-lot streetlamps spilled their light through the windshield and found Lee Jiseon. She swept a glossy lock of her bob behind her ear and smiled.
"Not at all. I could wait forever, as long as you showed up..."
"Haha. Thank you."
"You must be starving. Let's get dinner first."
She turned the key and eased the car out of the supermarket lot.
"I was just getting hungry, actually. When you said you'd buy me dinner, I couldn't believe my luck."
"Hmph...! After how thoroughly Eunjeong unnie sucked you dry, of course you'd be starving..."
The jealous little jab was adorable.
"Well, once I start something, I have to see it through or it just doesn't sit right..."
"I hate you..."
"Haha."
"So after you enjoy the dinner I'm buying you, you know you'll have to finish with me too... right?"
"Oh no, is that how this works? I don't suppose I can hop out halfway?"
"You're not getting out. You're mine now."
"Hahaha. I'm in real trouble."
Rush-hour traffic slowed them a little, but the car soon left the city behind and pulled up at a traditional Korean restaurant nestled on the outskirts.
"We're here."
"Huh? This place looks pretty expensive."
"I only want to give you the best. I reserved a table, so we can sit right down."
Saying so, Lee Jiseon slipped her arm through his and led him inside. The moment she gave her name at the front, they were shown down the corridor to a private room at the far end. When the door opened, a long table already groaned under dozens of dishes—meat, vegetables, soups, stews, steamed plates, fried plates. There was nothing they hadn't thought of.
"Wow... if we can't finish all this, can we take the rest home? Haha."
"No leftovers, I'm afraid. But I can keep treating you from now on. Sit down."
"Alright. You sit too, Jiseon."
Beyond the window, the garden glittered in the night. He pulled out the chair on her side and seated her first. She made no effort to hide her smile at the courtesy.
They sat facing each other and began to eat. Among the banquet courses, the centerpiece was an extravagantly expensive spread of beef and pork—a feast so lavish he had never seen its like, not even on his own birthday.
The waitress grilled the beef herself, sliced it fine, and spoke as she stepped out.
"Just call if you need anything else~"
"Will do."
The door clicked shut. The moment it did, Lee Jiseon rose from her seat and came around to the window side where he was sitting. She drew the blinds so that no one outside could see in, then settled into the chair beside him. Beneath her skirt, her thighs pressed together in a neat, striking line.
"Nobody's coming in now until we call them."
"I see."
"Here... say ahh."
Without warning she pinched a piece of grilled Hanwoo beef in her chopsticks and held it to his lips.
"Come on... I've been wanting to feed you like this."
It was devotion itself—a love that wanted to give everything, that insisted on kneeling as low as it could go. What a lovely woman she was.
"Alright. Ahh—"
The Hanwoo beef was every bit as exquisite as it should have been, but with Lee Jiseon pressed against his side, staring only at his face, he could barely taste the meat at all.
"Now, have a glass of this."
Lee Jiseon poured him a glass of ruby-red Korean raspberry wine. She held the bottle with both hands, pouring with a demure grace that called a Japanese geisha to mind.
"What about you, Jiseon..."
"I have to drive."
"Ah... then I'll shamelessly drink alone."
"That's fine. I'll be drinking something else."
Beef, pork, and raspberry wine—he couldn't remember the last time he'd been this happy. But Jiseon wasn't eating. She was only watching him, and it made him uneasy enough that he urged her to start.
"You should eat too, Jiseon."
"Alright. Then I'll... eat as well."
Her hands, however, went to his belt and the button of his slacks.
"Uh... Jiseon?"
"This is all I need. You just enjoy your meal."
What she meant to eat was the cock she fished out of his pants and underwear.
"Eunjeong unnie, honestly... leaving another woman's man in this state, what is she thinking..."
Lee Jiseon held his cock in both hands, turning it this way and that, and grumbled. He had fucked Park Eunjeong thoroughly and hadn't washed afterward. Of course his cock, his balls, his groin, and his thighs were all glazed in the sour, peculiar reek of the juices Eunjeong had leaked and squirted all over him.
"That's why I said I'd go wash up first."
"I don't want that... I'll wipe away every last trace of unnie myself. Because you're my man."
With that, Lee Jiseon stuck out her tongue and licked him from the root all the way up to the groove behind the head.
"Jiseon, with your mouth...! Let me at least wipe it with a wet tissue."
She didn't listen.
"Coming here caked in another woman's juices... you awful man."
"I don't want to make you put something this filthy in your mouth."
"Anything that's on your body... I can eat it all and love every bit. Unnie doesn't do this for you, does she?"
The words were barely out before she took the head into the heat of her mouth. The slick slide of it against her palate, her tongue, both cheeks, sent a warmth through him that straightened his spine of its own accord. She looked up, locked eyes with him, and made a show of bobbing her head, the wet sounds of her mouth filling the quiet room. The white crust of Eunjeong's dried juices dissolved in an instant in Jiseon's saliva.
She pulled off with a wet pop, then swallowed the mouthful of spit and filthy fluid in a single gulp. She looked up at him and smiled, slow and wanton.
"Go on, eat your dinner. I'll... enjoy my meal too."
She winked and took his cock back into her mouth. From there she sucked in earnest, drawing hard, and he stroked her back with his left hand.
He still had a meal to finish, after all. A beautiful married woman sucking his cock while he ate a feast. Wasn't this the kind of luxury only emperors ever tasted? He might as well have been one himself.
Jiseon didn't stop at his cock. She spread his thighs and licked and sucked his balls, his inner thighs, his groin—thorough, methodical, as if she would not permit a single drop of Park Eunjeong's juices to remain on his body.
He managed to fill his stomach while receiving the most devoted service he had ever known. He would have liked more meat and more wine, but a woman who had served him this completely deserved a reward.
"I'm finished. Let's get out of here."
At his words she pulled her mouth off his cock. A long, sticky thread of saliva stretched between her lips and the head.
"Did you eat well?"
"Yes. Thanks to you... I ate very well. I feel wonderful."
"Hehe. I'm so happy to hear you say that... shall we get up, then?"
She was worked up herself; she didn't tell him to eat more. The truth was she wanted to go somewhere quiet and get fucked even more than he did—ten times more.
"Yeah. Honestly, I felt so bad interrupting you that I didn't even get up to take a piss."
"What...? Oh... you should have said something..."
"It felt too good. I didn't want to stop halfway. Hahaha."
"Then... I'll take it just like this. Just go ahead and piss."
"What?"
"I'll drink it. Piss in my mouth..."
He had never imagined she would go this far. Had she always been this much of a pervert?
"No, even so..."
She gripped his cock tight, cutting him off.
"I'll do everything unnie won't. She wouldn't drink your piss, would she? I will... I'll drink every last drop."
She stuck out her tongue and licked the head, still slick with her own spit.
"Ah—going that far..."
"Hurry up and piss. Please..."
"If you do even this for me... I might just fall in love with you, Jiseon. But I already have Eunjeong noona..."
"I won't ask you to leave unnie. Just love me too. I'll treat you even better, so you'll love me more than her... And I already love you a hundred times—a thousand times—more than I love my husband."
A passionate confession. She had a charm all her own, something entirely different from Park Eunjeong.
"Come on... piss a little at a time so I can swallow without spilling... When I tap you with my hand, stop."
"If it spills, we can use a wet wipe..."
"I don't want to waste even a single drop of yours. I'll drink it all. Hurry... shhh—"
"I-it's coming...!"
"Ah..."
Lee Jiseon hurriedly took the head into her mouth. He started pissing into her.
The moment he eased the muscle that had been holding it back, the piss that had been sitting in his bladder rushed down his urethra and poured into her mouth. A small sound slipped from her lips and nose—a breath thick with anticipation and excitement.
He let it out in tiny bursts, cutting the stream again and again. He had no way of knowing how much her mouth could hold. After the third pulse he stopped, and her pale hand tapped lightly against his thigh.
She lifted her head and looked at him. Then—
She swallowed.
She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue so he could see it was empty, then smiled and took his cock between her lips again.
"I'm going again...!"
"Mmm..."
And that was how he discovered a new kind of pleasure: pissing into a beautiful married woman's mouth and making her swallow every last drop, without spilling a single one.