The Woman Who Must Masturbate in the Office Restroom

I planted a suggestion in the landlady ahead of time, then sent her a message.

The message itself was nothing. Rent could run late — even if it piled up for a few months, she could just take it out of the deposit.

But the moment the landlady read it, she would feel an unshakable urge to meet me and talk it over in person. I had already suggested that into her. Whether she texted back or showed up at my door, it was only a matter of time.

With that groundwork laid, I sat back and went over the day's schedule at a leisurely pace.

The most important item on the agenda, without question, was heading downstairs to the karaoke bar tonight and feasting on the spread Park Eunjeong had laid out for me. And the main course of that spread would be Eunjeong's own daughter — Hyejin.

A college girl. They say there isn't a virgin left among college girls these days, but please... I really hoped Hyejin, at least, still was one.

I was planning to rape her.

Taking her too easily wouldn't be any fun. A college girl — I wanted to take her in a rape that felt completely real, the kind where she fought it.

How should I set this up...

I was turning it over when a message came in. I figured it was the landlady — but it was Jeong Sangmi, whom I had completely forgotten about.

Ah, that's right...!

Only then did I remember I had scheduled Sangmi for office training today. I had wiped it clean out of my mind, and yet she had contacted me on her own, exactly as ordered. What a good little bitch.

She elevated me now, and put herself beneath me. Just watching a bitch who used to throw her weight around come crawling in on her own was enough to put me in a good mood.

The reply took a beat too long. Humiliating, then. Heh heh heh.

I dumped the filth on her without a second's hesitation. Sangmi had to be handled hard. Go soft on her out of some misplaced pity and her old habits would come crawling right back.

The threats were absurd. They worked on Sangmi all the same.

A moment later, a video call actually came through. When I picked up, there was Jeong Sangmi sitting on the toilet in a cramped stall. Her face, made up enough to look pretty, was taut with tension. And why wouldn't she be trembling?

The screen lingered on that anxious face for a beat, then dropped fast — and filled with a thicket of curly hair. The camera pulled back, and from that low angle I could see the cleft of Sangmi's pussy, shot from below.

Fsssssshhhh—

A yellow stream of piss burst from between her pussy lips. It came out hard; she'd clearly been holding it. The stream kept falling for several seconds before it gradually died down. Normally she would have torn off some toilet paper and wiped away the lingering droplets — but Sangmi's hurried fingers smeared those drops of piss right into her instead.

Afraid someone might walk in at any second, she rubbed over the whole of her pussy and then pushed two fingers straight into the hole.

Rub, rub, rub — squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch.

She hadn't even thrust a few times before her cunt was already making that wet, sticky sound. Proof that her pussy had already been dripping before she ever reached the bathroom.

The camera was close and shaking, so it never quite found focus. There wasn't much to look at — but what came through the speakers was thrilling as hell. In the peculiar hush of an office restroom, the only sounds were Sangmi's ragged breathing and the wet squelch of her pussy. If someone walked in right then, she could stop fingering herself — but there would be no hiding that rough breathing. Talk about a rush.

I couldn't see it through the shaking screen, but I could hear her pussy juice spattering into the bowl. That's how hard she was leaking.

Squelch-squelch-squelch-squelch!!!

"Hh—!"

Her movements suddenly sped up, and then Sangmi's breathing stopped. She froze with her hand still inside herself, just trembling. She'd come.

From start to climax, it had been insanely fast. Most women would only just be starting to feel good around then, but she was already over the edge.

Would you look at that...! How many times has she been doing this at the office to finish that fast? Heh...

That was it. Thanks to the suggestions I'd ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠planted, Sangmi had been secretly masturbating several times a day — at the office and at home. On top of that, my orders had already gotten her body worked up, so the moment she started she'd gone up in flames.

For a few seconds she stayed like that, just dragging in rough breaths, before she slowly lifted the phone and turned it toward her face. Her tongue was lapping at two fingers slick with cloudy fluid. She licked the juice that had come out of her pussy without the slightest hesitation, then covered them with her lips and sucked them clean, loud enough to hear.

Slurrrp — gulp.

Swallowing the cunt juice pooled in her mouth was the last step, and Sangmi carried out the mission perfectly. She had finished so fast and so thoroughly I almost had to admire her.

Damn... this bitch has turned into a total masturbation pro...

I watched, genuinely impressed, as she cleaned up after herself. She tore off toilet paper and wiped thoroughly between her legs and over her pussy, then pulled out the wet wipes she had brought and went over anything that might smell a second time. After that she threw the restroom window wide open to air the place out, and even checked herself in the mirror and straightened her clothes. It was like watching a thoroughly broken-in slave's practiced routine. I couldn't help laughing.

And yet, in a way, I was proud of her. How miserable and exhausting it must have been, doing filthy things in secret all this time. She had endured all of it, pushed through it, and come out the other side as this magnificent pervert. That deserved some praise.

She picked the phone back up, and the video call ended. I sent a message immediately.

A little later — she must have made it back to her desk — a reply came in.

No reply.

Someone must have spoken to her, because the conversation cut off. I knew she wasn't dodging me on purpose, so I waited at my ease. Put yourself in her shoes — sitting at the office glued to your phone the whole time would draw looks.

I killed about forty minutes on YouTube before Sangmi messaged me again.

No reply. She probably couldn't bring herself to say it out loud. But she had to push through it. Only then could ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠she become an outstanding bitch of a sex slave like Park Eunjeong. Heh heh heh.

Heh heh heh. There it was. How badly must she have wanted to see me all this time. How badly she must have wanted my cock inside her — to be used and ruined by me.

She was finally the one asking for it. I almost felt sentimental.

It took her a while. That was fine. She had never done anything like this before; she needed a minute to think it through. After a few more minutes of waiting, I finally got a proper request out of her.

It didn't drip with the cutesy affection Park Eunjeong would have ladled on, but that was fine in its own way. It showed me exactly what kind of woman Jeong Sangmi was, and I liked that.

A bitch who'd done something this praiseworthy deserved a fitting compliment and a reward.

The reply came instantly. Faster than any message she'd sent so far.