Reunion with Jeong Sangmi
By the time I made it back home, it was already pushing two in the morning.
It was late, and after dumping two loads inside Park Eunjeong, my body felt heavy and sleep was dragging me under. Crawling into bed and passing out right then would have been perfect.
But I had something I needed to do. Somewhere out there was a woman waiting for me, wrecked and desperate.
I opened KakaoTalk.
At this hour she should have been long asleep. And yet, maybe thirty seconds after I hit send, a reply landed.
Of course she couldn't. Her pussy was throbbing and aching — how the hell was she supposed to sleep through that? The only way this woman would ever get a decent night's rest was by getting impaled on my cock and coming her brains out, over and over. Until then, feeling even halfway human was a pipe dream.
She always sent that whenever answering out loud would be too humiliating.
I was sure of it. This bitch was going to cling to me.
There it was. She'd be climbing the walls tonight trying to lock down a time to see me, no matter what it took.
That's rich. The woman was a year younger than her. Women's jealousy for you.
I started turning up the heat. Talk like that used to piss her off.
Yeah. I do, you bitch.
Bet that one stung.
I actually had all the time in the world. I just wanted to break this bitch and get my revenge as soon as possible.
Her body had to be on fire. She was just as desperate as I needed her to be.
Appointment set.
Starting tomorrow, I was going to take my revenge on her without a shred of mercy.
Park Eunjeong I had turned into a blindly obedient sex slave. Jeong Sangmi I would train as cruelly as I possibly could — I would make her trample her own pride and self-worth into the dirt, with her own two hands.
I was so wrecked that I didn't open my eyes until well past ten. Sunlight was already pouring into the studio. I got up and headed straight for the shower.
The second I peeled off my underwear, the smell of Park Eunjeong's pussy — the juice that had overflowed out of her — hit me in a thick wave. One whiff and I was picturing that cunt all over again.
I showered half-heartedly and knocked out a meal that served as both breakfast and lunch. Nothing in this world was more annoying than cooking for one, eating alone, and then cleaning it all up by yourself.
Ah. Later on I should turn some restaurant lady — hell, even a Kimbap Heaven ajumma — into one of my women. Then whenever I got hungry I could just drop by, eat something good for free, and walk out. I needed to start paying more attention to places like that when I was out and about.
I finished eating, stretched out on the bed, and was about to kill time on YouTube when a KakaoTalk message came in from Park Eunjeong.
The way she called me Master without the slightest hesitation really was something. If she'd been next to me I would have patted her on the head like a dog. And if I told her to stick her tongue out long, like a bitch in heat, while I did it — that would've been fun.
Fair enough. I had jammed myself into a pussy that had been neglected for a long time and gone at it pretty violently.
Cute. She really was an adorable little ajumma. I wanted to pin her down again and rail her while I watched her face.
Was I getting attached just from pounding her that hard? Fitting, given her name.
She said her pussy was raw, and she was still this excited about it. Part of me wanted to go play with Park Eunjeong starting this evening — but punishing Jeong Sangmi mattered more today. If I saw Eunjeong first, there was no way I was getting out of there without blowing a load, so I'd go to her after I was done with Sangmi.
A woman's instincts really were terrifying.
She really was something. This was why you kept a sex slave.
This seemed like a good moment to make her do something I'd been wanting to try.
What a good girl. Heh.
Might as well give her a little present while I was at it.
About forty minutes after we finished talking, a video came through on KakaoTalk.
I deliberately didn't watch it. I had a feeling that if I did, there was no way I was getting through the rest of the day without coming.
Night. A little after nine, a text came in from Jeong Sangmi — she was showering after her workout.
I drove about ten minutes and pulled into the outdoor lot at the park.
There were a few other cars parked there. Whether they'd just been dumped for the night or belonged to people doing the same thing I was about to do — car sex with a woman — I had no way of knowing.
I'd timed it tight on purpose, and sure enough, Jeong Sangmi's car rolled up beside mine before long.
For a moment I heard a door open and shut. Then the passenger door of my car swung open.
Jeong Sangmi. It had been a while.
"It's been a while."
"Yeah. You came?"
The door clicked shut, and the car went quiet.
Back in the old days I would have been the one scrambling to set the mood, trying every trick I had. Not anymore.
I'd planted a few suggestions in Jeong Sangmi earlier today.
All day long, she thinks of me. She misses me. She aches to see me.
She wants to be fucked by me, and she wants it rough.
She doesn't want this to be a one-time meeting. She wants me to give her a reason to keep seeing me — any reason at all — and she will obey and submit to whatever that reason is.
Her body is burning so hot she can barely stand it. She feels like she will not survive unless I hold her every single day. Tonight, one way or another, she will lock in a promise to meet me daily.
Her entire body burns like a clitoris. She cannot endure it. At work, she hides from people's eyes and secretly rubs herself over her panties, gropes her own breasts. In the bathroom, in her car, she masturbates violently with her voice choked down.
On the drive over, her panties grow sticky. The moment she gets into my car, she comes once.
She does not wear a pad or a panty liner. She wants to show me, shamefully, how much her pussy is overflowing.
There were no lights in the parking lot, so I couldn't make out her face clearly — but I could feel how rough her breathing was. She looked at me first and tried to sound normal.
"Have you been well?"
I didn't owe her the courtesy of an answer.
I lunged at her and crushed my mouth against hers. Soft lips. A plump tongue. God, it had been so long.
I had no idea how badly I'd wanted to devour this mouth.
"Mmhp..! Nnh...!"
Jeong Sangmi made a show of panic, trying to push me off — but her tongue was already moving eagerly, grinding against mine.
She opened wide and offered me the inside of her mouth, giving it up with wet, sticky sounds, as if telling me to drink as much of her spit as I wanted.
I sucked in her hot, ragged breath and tasted it — thick with female hormones, thick with heat.
I turned my head sideways and sucked on her tongue like I meant to drain every drop of saliva out of her.
I plundered the inside of her mouth for several minutes. I sucked her tongue and drank her spit the way a thief takes everything that isn't nailed down.
"That hurt... I thought you were going to rip my tongue out..."
Her review of my idea of a hello.
"Tonight I might rip out everything you've got, noona."
I said it with a smile and shoved her shirt up. Jeong Sangmi had small breasts — it was her complex — but her nipples were big, and I'd always liked that. And now I got to suck on them again.
I shoved her shirt and bra up in one motion, took the married woman's already stiff, swollen nipple into my mouth, and started sucking hard.