What Lee Jiseon Must Pour Over Her Ice Cream
After that, I put Lee Jiseon on all fours like a bitch in heat and mounted her from behind, taking her the way a beast would. Jiseon held that posture all the way through, as if she refused to let herself forget what she was, and took every drop of my cum. Every so often, without even thinking about it, I'd yank on her leash and hold out my palm — still wet with her piss — for her to lick clean.
Once that satisfying fuck was over, Lee Jiseon wasn't even allowed to wipe herself. She had to turn around just like that and start cleaning my cock with her mouth. A bitch couldn't so much as wipe her cunt without her master's permission — and besides, I liked her messy.
"Hahh... So, Jiseon. How was it?"
The heat of our frantic coupling still hung thick in the air. I stroked her hair as she sucked my cock with long, greedy pulls and asked her how she felt.
Jiseon tightened her lips and pulled off with a wet pop. She swallowed everything she'd been holding in her mouth — thick, pungent — and looked up at me.
"Being a bitch outdoors like this, taking Master's cum... it felt so incredibly good..."
Those bright, shining eyes of hers weren't lying.
"If I asked you to do this again, would you?"
Jiseon bit down on her lip and nodded hard.
"Yes...! As many times as you want. Hehe."
"Heh. What are you going to do if you turn into a real bitch at this rate?"
"I wouldn't mind... Honestly, there's a part of me that really wishes I could just be Minha's bitch."
Jiseon stuck out her tongue and dragged it in a long, slow lick along the side of my cock. The feeling of being sucked and the feeling of being licked were completely different — and both of them felt insanely good.
"Nnh...! Khh... You still have a family to think about, though. Heh."
"I know... If it weren't for my family, I'd want to spend the rest of my life as Minha's bitch... Hngh. Slurp... slurp..."
Whether it was frustration or something else, the suction at the head of my cock seemed to get even stronger.
"Nnh... Ah, Jiseon... But reality is reality. There's nothing we can do about that."
"Minha... so I can forget about reality..."
Jiseon stopped cleaning my cock with her mouth, turned her ass back toward me, and went on.
"Please keep breaking me in today until I can't think straight... so I can forget my family. I'm begging you... Master Minha."
Those two peach-round cheeks pointed straight at me, and the pink flesh between them fluttered open, still leaking the cum I had just finished pouring into her with so much effort.
A fun idea hit me before I mounted her again. I opened her car door, reached inside, and pulled out an empty Americano cup. A clear plastic container with a lid — perfect for what I had in mind.
"Jiseon. Stand up for a second."
"Huh? But I'm a bitch..."
"Heh. I want to collect the cum that's still inside your cunt."
"Ahn..."
The moment she saw the plastic coffee cup I was holding out, Jiseon understood exactly what I wanted.
"In... here?"
"Yeah. I'm going to pump another fresh load into you, and it'd be a waste if it all leaked out while we're at it. Hold this underneath yourself and squeeze out everything that's in there first."
"Aaahn... Yes... Master."
Jiseon took the cup from me and pressed it between her thighs. We'd only just finished a scorching mating, so her pussy was still swimming with her own juices, and once those mixed with my cum they started slopping out in thick, melting globs — like ice cream left out in the sun.
Cloudy ropes of slime peeled off her folds and collected in the clear cup. Desperate to empty herself so she could have me a second time, Jiseon worked her sphincter and her inner muscles as hard as she could, wringing out everything still inside her.
"Nothing else is coming out..."
"Hahaha. Let's have a look. Give it here."
"Yes..."
I took the plastic cup from her and held it up to the sunlight. About four spoonfuls of cloudy slime had pooled at the bottom. There was no way that much of it was mine — most of it had to be the juices her cunt had gushed out in a rush.
"That's a lot, huh? Oho... Well then... shall we collect some more?"
"Yes, Master..."
Jiseon dropped back into the same posture as before — a bitch presenting herself to be mounted.
"This time, mind if I pull your hair? I really want to fuck you while I'm yanking on it."
At that, Jiseon swept her pretty bobbed hair to one side and rolled her hips.
"Yes, as much as you want. Enjoy yourself however you like, until you get bored of me."
And so the second mating began. This time I took it slow, savoring the inside of her cunt and the meat of her ass. I'd luxuriate in the slick warmth a woman's pussy gives a man, and whenever that started to feel too leisurely I'd slam my hips into her ass with wet, meaty slaps and enjoy the pressure instead. A woman's body really did seem like it had been built for one purpose — to give a man pleasure.
Just as I'd told her I would, I grabbed a fistful of Jiseon's hair from behind and pounded into her. That glossy bob that made her look so intelligent and so proud — wrapping my hand around it and yanking hard... it filled me with the pride of a man who had completely crushed and conquered a woman.
So this was why men got into SM.
After two rounds of mating, we cleaned up the area and climbed back into the car. The clear plastic cup sloshed with even more of that cloudy slime than before. I held it up to Lee Jiseon's face from the passenger seat, and she laughed — a flustered, tinkling little laugh, her cheeks burning.
"Where should we go now? If you're up for it, want to hit a café? I know a nice place..."
Jiseon wanted to stay with me a little longer, but I had another appointment waiting. I still needed to send remote instructions to Jeong Sangmi and Lee Jueun — the mother-daughter pair.
"I'd love to, but I have to get going."
"Hiiing... What could you possibly be so busy with..."
"Sorry. If it were up to me, I'd stay and have a good time with you... Hmm. Tell you what... I'll give you a little homework to make up for it."
"Homework?"
"Yeah. A slightly dirty assignment you can do at home while thinking about me. How does that sound?"
"I like it. Give it to me. What is it?"
Lee Jiseon looked at me with eager eyes. I gave the plastic cup another little shake in front of her and started explaining.
"On your way home, stop at a convenience store and pick up some green tea ice cream, or vanilla — whatever. Then, before your husband or the kids get back, make yourself an affogato and eat it. Alone."
An affogato — the dessert where you pour espresso and syrup over a scoop of ice cream. Clever as she was, Lee Jiseon figured out immediately what she was supposed to drizzle over hers instead of syrup.
"You want me to... pour that on it...?"
"That's right."
"Haahn..."
A small sigh. Not the kind that comes from frustration or complaint — a hot little breath thick with sweet, melting lust.
"Really... just how far are you planning to play with me, Minha..."
"Haha. Is this homework a little too much?"
Jiseon narrowed her eyes at me.
"No. Of course not... It's not that. It's that if you keep doing this... I'm going to start living for the next dirty homework assignment you give me..."
"Ah... is that so? Perfect. I'll have to keep assigning them whenever something occurs to me."
"Good. Just keep giving them to me. I'll do them properly and wait for you to inspect my work. But... do you give Eunjeong homework like this too?"
A little jab at Eunjeong — a flicker of rivalry. I had given Park Eunjeong homework, of course, but it had been a completely different kind of assignment. Hers had involved pulling Lee Jiseon into things, and then offering up her own daughter, Kim Hyejin — a far harder task. And Park Eunjeong had carried that high-difficulty homework out beautifully.
"Hmm... I'm not going to tell either of you what the other one gets. I want the two of you to get along. Like good sisters."
"Good sisters... That almost sounds like you're hinting at something... Hehe. Fine. But in exchange..."
"...?"
"Give me even dirtier homework than hers. I'll work even harder and wait for you to inspect it... Understood?"
"Heh. Understood, Jiseon."
Lee Jiseon smiled a happy little smile and spoke again.
"But you know... isn't affogato a dessert?"
"...It is, yeah. Why?"
Her eyes gleamed, sultry and bright.
"Then... make sure I get plenty of the main course first... Master."
Her hand found my zipper, and I couldn't bring myself to stop her. I lifted my hips entirely and shoved my pants and underwear down, and Jiseon thanked me by leaning over the passenger seat and taking my cock back into her mouth — the same cock her spit still hadn't even dried on.
I'd already come twice, but the cock she teased inside her mouth grew hot and swelled all over again. I stroked her hair gently, resolved that I would at least hold out through this third round.
By the time Jiseon dropped me off at home, it was the hour Jeong Sangmi and Lee Jueun would be getting off work. I gave Jiseon a searing goodbye kiss, then trudged up the stairs toward my studio.
Two orgasms had left me drained and drowsy, like a man who'd been working hard all day. At least the next item on the schedule was remote work, which was a small mercy. I found myself thinking that playing with women from home like this might not be a bad system going forward, and I started mapping out the specific missions I was going to give Jeong Sangmi and Lee Jueun — mother and daughter.