Park Eunjeong's Anal Masturbation, Ha Minkyung Banished

"Clever girl, my little bitch. Hehehe."

I told her exactly what I'd made Hyejin photograph, and Eunjeong listened with a stream of delighted little giggles, as if she couldn't have found anything funnier. It was her own daughter being put through that kind of sexual abuse, and she didn't seem the least bit bothered. It was the same feeling I got watching Lee Jueun, who couldn't wait for me to break Jeong Sangmi in. One of them had offered me her daughter; the other had offered me her mother. A matching pair of women. My loyal bitches, both of them.

"Later. When you come over to get your asshole fucked, I'll show you then."

"A problem? Why?"

"Your asshole's itching, is it? Hahaha."

I understood the shameful confession perfectly. Her anus wasn't just an anus anymore. The sensitive tissue it had always possessed was now interwoven, half and half, with the far more delicate flesh of the inner labia and the clitoris. Sitting in a chair meant those folds and that bud were pressed and crushed under her own weight — a pleasure so intense it bordered on agony. Deeper in, the sphincter and the rectal lining had been given the same sensation as a vagina, and the spot where the head of a cock would bottom out had been remade into a G-spot. The result was a happy curse: even sitting on the toilet to take a shit was enough to get her worked up.

"No."

The moment I refused her permission to masturbate anally, Eunjeong turned pitiful and started begging. It was cute enough that I decided to grant her a sliver of what she wanted.

"Fine… all right. I'll allow you to masturbate with two fingers. That's it."

"Yeah. And you're going to film the whole thing and send it to me. At the very end, you suck those two fingers clean. Got it?"

"Good. Then start your asshole masturbation. Right now."

Eunjeong hung up in high spirits. Twenty minutes or so later, I was heading to the bathroom for a shower when a video arrived from her. I smirked and hit play.

The screen filled with Eunjeong's pale ass, then pulled back just enough for her anus to snap into close-up. Her middle and ring fingers began working their way in, prying apart the membrane and shoving into the hole.

Of course it hit her hard. This was no longer ordinary anal tissue; it carried the sensitivity of inner labia and clitoris, and two ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠fingers sinking into it was more than enough to wring a serious jolt out of Park Eunjeong. Just having them inside left her panting, and she didn't hesitate for a second before launching into a proper piston rhythm.

Squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch.

At first it was the dry rasp of a sphincter with no moisture to ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠spare. Then, as the minutes passed, a wetter sound started up — the kind of slick, filthy noise you'd expect from a ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠pussy.

Schluck, schluck, schluck, schluck, schluck!

It was a strange thing to watch. Every time her fingers pulled out, a cloudy fluid came with them, squeezed from the tight gap of her anal lining. That was my doing — I'd planted a suggestion so that her rectal mucosa would secrete a nectar identical to pussy juice in taste, scent, color, and viscosity.

Eunjeong kept at it for a good ten minutes without a single pause, driving into her own asshole over and over. Around the five-minute mark she lost control and sprayed piss from her pussy, spattering the phone's camera lens until the picture went blurry — but the frantic sound of her anal masturbation and those broken moans were more than enough to get me hard.

After working herself until she sounded like she might pass out, Park Eunjeong finally pulled the two fingers free of that hot, clenching ring of muscle.

Glrk…

Even with the lens smeared, I could tell the juices leaking from her asshole were no longer cloudy.

Still breathing hard, Eunjeong wiped the camera lens clean, then slowly brought the two fingers that had been buried in her asshole up to her mouth. They were glossy with cloudy slime and a second, differently colored nectar — and a moment later they disappeared between Park Eunjeong's lips, sucked clean without a trace.

It ended on that cutesy little confession and a kiss full of devotion. Watching it was enough to make even me start wondering whether I ought to just call her over and wreck that asshole after all.

But I wasn't exactly short on women to fuck, and there was no need to drag her over just for that. I needed to conserve my stamina besides, so I let it go this time. Dumping a load inside Kim Miyeon every night was already a fixed part of the schedule.

And today was the day that bratty little shit Ha Minkyung would be handed over to me. I decided to rest quietly and wait for evening.

I didn't see any of the women in person that afternoon. Instead I managed them through conversations thick with affection, and whenever they had a moment I sent them somewhere secluded to strip from the waist down, photograph themselves from the chest up with their faces showing, and make sure their pussies and assholes were clearly visible. Starting at lunch with the dozens of shots from Kim Hyejin, nearly a hundred photographs came flooding in — faces, pussies, and assholes belonging to every last one of my bitches. I looked at so many of them that I started to imagine my phone actually smelled like pussy.

I spent the rest of the day comfortably recovering my stamina, catching up on YouTube to my heart's content, and before I knew it the clock had struck seven. I was just thinking about pulling the side dishes Kim Miyeon had packed into the fridge and putting together another generous dinner when a call came in from her.

"Hello?"

"Yes, Auntie."

"Hehehe. Did you really?"

"Hahaha. Well done, Auntie."

A rock for brains and not a scrap of sense between her ears — of course she had no idea what kind of nightmare she was walking into. That was fine. I would wake her up to it myself. Slowly. Very slowly. A little at a time.

"You don't need to worry. Just send her down to me and I'll keep her here and rehabilitate her myself. You stay home and wait, Auntie. Don't come down."

"Hehehe. That's good, Auntie. You need to be that ruthless if you want to help me straighten her out. From this moment on, treat the woman named Minkyung as if she doesn't exist. Understood?"

"Yes, Auntie."

I knew exactly what she was trying to say. This woman was forty-eight, but her body was winding back toward her twenties with every passing day, and she had just thrown her own daughter to me. What she wanted to ask — as promised — was whether I would hold her tonight.

She was so cute I couldn't help smiling.

"If I succeed in locking Minkyung in the next room tonight, then as promised…"

BANG BANG BANG BANG!

Someone started hammering on the studio door in a fit of temper. Ha Minkyung had arrived.

"Ah — I think Minkyung's here. I'll call you later."

In the end, Kim Miyeon hung up without hearing the answer she had been so desperate for. She would spend the next several hours fidgeting, jumping every time the phone so much as thought about ringing. Hehehe.

I held the phone and focused for a moment. Before I dealt with this ill-mannered, clueless girl, I needed a suggestion already planted — something that would make her heart drop straight through the floor the instant she saw my face.