Trainee 101 Han Hye-ji (2)
“Ziiip…”
The sharp rasp of my jeans zipper cutting open sliced through the hush of the bathroom.
Han Hye-ji’s fingers trembled faintly as they carefully parted the teeth. Without a second’s hesitation she slid her smooth, damp hand deep into my underwear. The monstrous girth and unreal heat that scraped across her palm made her suck in a sharp, choked breath.
“Hah… holy shit… it’s huge…”
She couldn’t hold back. Rising onto her tiptoes, she pressed her lips urgently against mine. A sly, soft tongue lapped along the outer edge of my mouth; the moment my lips parted it slipped inside as if it had been waiting for exactly that. In the still air of the secluded restroom our tongues tangled wetly, gleaming.
Slick, filthy sounds of sucking and squelching echoed low over the sink.
One of my hands clamped hard around her waist, hoisting her against me; the other seized the full, straining swell of her breasts that threatened to burst free of her training top and kneaded them without mercy.
Soft. Yielding.
The overflowing flesh of those heavy tits filled my palm completely. I squeezed hard enough to bruise, then ground my thumb tip mercilessly over the stiff, sensitive nipples that stood out clearly through the fabric.
“Mmh… mmh… haaah… ah! Instructor, my chest… too rough…!”
Moans and the wet noise of tongues mixed together. I ignored her protest completely and shoved her roughly back into the stall she had just stepped out of.
Thud.
I dropped her onto the closed toilet lid, then yanked my pants and underwear down in one motion.
Twang—!!
The massive cock, swollen with overwhelming blood flow, sprang free from the confines of the fabric and jutted into the air. Instantly the cramped stall grew hot and thick.
“Ah… the smell of your cock, Hunter… aah…”
Han Hye-ji stared at my crotch with dazed eyes, panting hot breath. The warm gust of her breathing brushed the tip; clear precum beaded and dripped from the head in response.
She gave a sly little smile, then stuck her tongue out long and licked up the transparent fluid clinging to the glans. Both hands locked firmly around my thighs as she opened wide and took the head of my cock deep into her mouth.
Squelch, slurp! Squelch—
Kneeling on the filthy bathroom floor, sucking my cock with such devotion, she looked nothing like the refined wife of another man. I couldn’t restrain the sadistic urge; I tangled my fingers into her neatly arranged long hair and yanked. Then I thrust my hips forward hard, burying my cock all the way into the depths of her throat in a single stroke.
“Ghk…!!! Ghk…!!! Hun…ter… ghk… please… I… can’t… breathe…!”
The head forced past her uvula; tears sprang to Han Hye-ji’s eyes and her limbs convulsed. She thrashed, long nails digging into my hard thighs as if she might roll her eyes back from the strain. Terror of choking and raw pleasure twisted her face into something grotesque.
Only when she was on the very edge of blacking out did I yank her hair and pull free of her throat.
Cough! Hack! Cough…!
Han Hye-ji braced herself on the tile floor, gasping and retching. Thick spit and my precum mixed messily around her mouth; my cock gleamed under the light with a lewd sheen.
No more reason to wait. I grabbed the waistband of her training pants and panties together and roughly dragged them down over the body still sprawled and panting on the floor.
Riiip—
Her soft, voluptuous lower half, still bearing the faint marks of childbirth, was bared. Dense pubic hair was matted and soaked with the juices she had already spilled. The secret pussy that had taken her husband’s love countless times glistened, darkened and wet.
I seized both of her thighs, shoved them back against the wall, and spread her legs wide into a big M. Without hesitation I drove my tongue deep into her dripping hole.
Lick! Squelch—
The dense, tart-sweet taste unique to a married woman flooded every taste bud on my tongue.
“Ugh…!!! Haaaah—!”
Her vaginal walls fluttered; the clit under my tongue tip swelled hard in real time. I sealed my lips around that sensitive bud and sucked it like a nursing infant, loud and wet.
Suck-suck! Squelch-squelch—
“Ah… aah… aah… Instructor, stop… it’s too much there, stop…!”
Stopping just because she said so would make me a real idiot. I mocked her meaningless pleas by rolling my tongue even faster, lapping up the sticky juices. I locked her trembling thighs in place—shaking like aspen leaves under the pleasure of being dominated—then aimed my massive cock straight at the entrance that had opened wide, red flesh fully exposed and soaked, and drove it home.
Squelch—!
“Aaaah—!!”
With a bursting friction sound my cock slammed all the way into her deep, scorching core. A married woman’s body was on a completely different level from some green virgin’s. No stiff, inexperienced whining about pain, no terrified clenching that made everything tedious and tight like with unmarried girls. A pussy that had been through childbirth and countless fucks was soft, pliant, and chewy in the most satisfying way, wrapping around my cock as if to bind it. Like a lewd womb already trained to its master, it accepted my monstrous size and thickness without strain yet refused to let go, squeezing snugly, smoothly, comfortably.
That honest friction of pure lust shook my brain with dizzying, forbidden heat.
Squelch squelch, squelch—
“Ah, haah… inside… it’s so full…”
When I leaned over her, the heavy, sagging breasts that had spilled free of her training top crushed against my chest and bounced wildly. I grabbed those weighty tits and swollen areolas with both hands, kneading them while I pistoned my hips with brutal force. Her heated inner walls began clamping down hard, refusing to release my cock.
“Ah… ah… ah… it feels so good, Hunter Kang Joo-hyuk…!”
Slap! Slap! Thud, thud!
Every straight thrust of my hips sent the wet smack of flesh on flesh echoing inside the narrow, sealed toilet stall. I gripped the soft, abundant flesh of her ass with both hands and drove even deeper, harder, as if I meant to smash open the mouth of her womb.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
“Ah… aah… ah… it’s reaching… it’s reaching… places my husband never touched… deep inside my womb… your cock is hitting it—!”
Han Hye-ji had completely lost her mind, screaming wildly, shoving her own hips forward to meet every stroke of my waist. The way her body writhed in pleasure was pure bitch, thoroughly broken in by her instructor.
Slap slap slap…!!!!
Endless waves of forbidden thrill and that sticky sensation made even my brain white out under the peak of pleasure. The urge to cum surged up heavy from the base of my gut.
“I’m cumming inside. Get ready.”
At my rough declaration Han Hye-ji’s pleasure-twisted eyes flew wide; she panted in sudden panic.
“Ah… but… my husband’s not here… if you cum inside and I actually get pregnant…?”
I pinned her waist hard against the wall and murmured low and cold against her ear.
“What did I say earlier on the parade ground? Absolute obedience to every word I speak, remember?”
That single dominant line struck her brain; Han Hye-ji’s pupils went completely slack. The word “obedience” had perfectly triggered her sexual instincts.
“Ah… you’re right… cum… cum! Fill me up with your cum, Instructor! Don’t give me my husband’s kid—impregnate me with your seed! Aaaah—!”
I no longer held back. I hammered the final pistons into her like a madman.
Spurt… spurt… spuuurt—!
Deep inside the pussy of M.I.L.F. Academy Trainee 101 Han Hye-ji, I poured out my hot, thick semen in a waterfall. The heat of the orgasm battering the mouth of her womb made her limbs shake violently; she collapsed on the toilet as if foaming at the mouth and blacked out.
“Haah… haah…”
After I finished, I slowly pulled free the cock that had just dumped its load.
Gloop… trickle…
From the gaping hole my cock left behind, the thick white semen that couldn’t all fit inside gushed out in surges. It ran down her thighs and dripped onto the floor.
She lay completely limp, legs spread wide, gasping for breath.
I casually pulled my pants and underwear back up and turned away coldly.
Clang—
Leaving her abandoned on the plastic toilet seat, semen still leaking, I shut the stall door without a glance.
I walked out to the sinks, roughly raked my hair back in the mirror. The heavy, clean satisfaction still lingering in my groin and the rush of forbidden dopamine surged up.
“Feels damn good… yeah, married women really are the best.”
I brushed off my suit jacket, slipped it back on, and strolled out toward the showers at a leisurely pace, already deciding who the next target would be.
