Mirror Neurons and Oxytocin 2
"Slurp. Slurp. Slurp. Sluuurp. Slurp."
Jin Sun-mi was diligently licking my shoes with her tongue. I kicked off my shoes and peeled off my socks. Licking my bare feet would be even better.
"Good girl. Keep going."
Her tongue traced along my toes. Even as she moaned, she kept licking—it was satisfying to watch. At the same time, I thrust into her ass even harder.
Folded up in a folder phone position. Wasn't this the kind of bizarre pose you'd fantasize about once or twice back in high school? The extreme dominance of the situation only turned me on more.
"Schlurp, gluck, slurp, gluck..."
The sounds of my cock slamming into her ass, her licking my feet, and her moans filled the office. It was perfect harmony. The harmony of dominance and submission.
Her tongue moistened my entire foot as it moved. Even with her upper body fully folded, her flexibility and sense of balance were astonishing. You couldn't pull off a pose like that without a body trained by ballet.
As I kept pounding her in this position, a new idea struck me. I wanted to see a true ballerina's pose.
I pulled out and stood her up.
"Get up and show me a proper ballet pose."
The words weren't necessary, but they came out from habit. She rose slowly, yet gracefully, and naturally assumed ballet's basic first position.
Toes pointed outward, back straight, neck elongated. The elegance of a ballerina shone through.
Then she shifted into attitude pose. One leg lifted about ninety degrees, knee bent, toes pointed back. One of ballet's signature poses.
Her skill was clearly no amateur level.
"Whoa... impressive."
Her balance in this pose was flawless. Standing on one leg without a single wobble. Her arms curved softly outward, head slightly tilted, gazing forward. Even in her suit, her ballerina beauty was undeniable.
I moved behind her and positioned my cock at her ass again. I wanted to penetrate her while she held attitude.
As I pushed in slowly, her moans grew louder.
"Hnnngh...♡ Ahhng...♡"
Amazingly, she maintained perfect attitude even during insertion. No disruption in balance. Her core muscles and proprioception, honed by ballet, made it possible.
I started moving slowly. I was cautious not to break her pose, but my worries were unfounded. Jin Sun-mi held it perfectly. She even subtly rocked her hips in rhythm with me, drawing me deeper.
"Schlurp, gluck, slurp..."
Fucking her ass in this elegant ballet pose was the ultimate contrast of art and depravity. A high-class secretary in a sleek suit, taking it up the ass in perfect form. Could there be a starker, hotter juxtaposition?
I picked up the pace. Her balance seemed like it might falter, but there wasn't a hint of it. If anything, she stabilized even more. She had total control, even over her inner muscles.
"Hnnngh...♡ Ahhng...♡"
Her moans intensified, but the pose remained impeccable. Maintaining balance and form without faltering seemed instinctive for her. The result of years of ballet training.
After a few minutes in this pose, I switched things up. This time, I had her do arabesque. One leg extended straight back high into the air.
Jin Sun-mi transitioned into arabesque with grace. Her right leg lifted high behind her, nearly vertical. Her back and leg formed a perfect straight line, arms elegantly extended forward.
I slid my cock back into her ass. This angle stimulated her insides differently.
Jin Sun-mi's moans grew more intense.
"Hnnngh...♡ Ahhng...♡ Hnng...♡"
Her expression started to crumble. The pleasure was building stronger. But incredibly, her ballet pose stayed perfect. Her body trembled from ecstasy, yet she held form—her control was awe-inspiring.
"Schlurp, gluck, slurp, gluck..."
The slapping sounds grew fiercer. I ramped up the speed and pounded her hard. Her body inched forward a bit, but she quickly regained balance and locked back into pose.
I tried various ballet poses like this.
Grand jeté with legs split wide, plié with bent knees, and more. She nailed every one perfectly, anal sex continuing uninterrupted. Especially striking was passé—one foot's toes pressed to the opposite knee. She balanced flawlessly even then, allowing even deeper penetration.
"Hnnngh...♡ Ahhng...♡"
Her moans escalated. Her hand drifted back to her clit, rubbing furiously. The double stimulation made her ass clench tighter.
"Schlurp, gluck, slurp, gluck..."
After cycling through poses, I was nearing my limit. The intense pressure from her ass and the visual feast were too much.
Finally, I had her do en dehors—one leg sweeping up in a grand circle.
Jin Sun-mi lifted her leg in a graceful arc. Even through the motion, her ass didn't let go of my cock. When her leg reached near-vertical, I kicked into my final sprint.
"Hnnngh...♡ Ahhng...♡ Hnng...♡"
I hammered her ass hard and fast, maxing out speed and force. Her moans peaked, body shaking violently. Yet she held the ballet pose. Unreal bodily control.
"Schlurp, gluck, slurp, gluck..."
I hit my limit. Thrusting deep, I unleashed everything inside her ass. As the hot cum flooded her, Jin Sun-mi climaxed too.
"Haaaaang...♡"
Her body convulsed hard, ass clamping down and milking my cock. The squeeze drew out even more cum. I poured every last drop into her.
Pulling out slowly, white semen leaked from her gaping asshole. The pink insides were visible through the stretched hole. Cum dripped down her thighs, soaking her stockings and garter belt.
Jin Sun-mi eased out of the pose and stood normally. I stroked her head in praise.
"You did great, Deputy Jin Sun-mi."
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Her face was still blank, but it seemed tinged with satisfaction. Disheveled suit, sweat-slicked forehead, smudged makeup, cum trailing between her legs. All proof of perfect domination.
And taking her virginity there satisfied my conquest drive fully. Wonder why she guarded her ass so fiercely? My ex-wife called it dirty and wouldn't even let me touch it, so probably just a preference thing.
I sat on the sofa. She knelt before me and naturally took my cock in her mouth. Fresh from her ass, but she sucked without hesitation, cleaning off my dick and cum like it was routine post-sex protocol.
I didn't want to know who taught her that.
"Schlurp, slurp..."
Her tongue worked along my shaft, sucking up every remnant. Sucking ass-to-mouth—ultimate submission. Proof her brain was fully rewired.
"Good, that's enough."
I patted her head. She released my cock and looked up. Her empty eyes held no emotion, but she seemed pleased by the praise. Cum smeared her lips, which she licked clean and swallowed.
Jin Sun-mi the deputy seemed to pump out oxytocin almost as much as dopamine. The way she gazed at me was like a saint beholding her creator.
She understood my words and obeyed like a slave. Just wish she could speak.
"Go wash up and fix your clothes."
She rose immediately and headed to the private bathroom inside the president's office. Her gait was a bit unsteady, but she retained her model poise. Cum trailed down her legs, but she ignored it.
I lounged on the sofa, basking in afterglow satisfaction. Bursting Kim Myeon-hyeong's balls and claiming his prized secretary—conquering her ass to boot. The perfect start to revenge.
Minutes later, Jin Sun-mi emerged. Clothes straightened, makeup fixed. Back to flawless secretary mode, as if nothing happened. But her eyes remained those of an empty shell.
"You're dismissed. No more sex with President Kim Myeon-hyeong. No—with any other man."
She bowed politely, like affirming the order. Confirmed: oxytocin massively boosts loyalty. Dopamine brings pleasure and brief speech ability; oxytocin amps allegiance in group belonging. Hypothesis, anyway.
"Fun. Just a hypothesis, but testable enough."
Alone in the office, I returned to Kim Myeon-hyeong's computer. Checked his family info again, confirmed the Japan house address. Where he was with Shin Serin. My next target.
'Next up, your family, Kim Myeon-hyeong.'
Planning a visit soon. Curious about his wife and daughter. Gorgeous in photos, but I'd see for myself.
"Time to raid your main base, eh, Myeon-hyeong?"
I pressed my foot lightly on his unconscious face. He wouldn't die like this, right? Whatever. If he croaks, his fault. His karma.
Still, with a beauty like Jin Sun-mi deputy around, how'd my ex-wife Shin Serin snag the spot as Kim Myeon-hyeong's main lady? What hidden talent does she have I don't know about? Honestly baffling. What's Kim lacking to chase married women? Does Shin Serin have some secret skill?
Whatever. Not my concern now. Final revenge on her comes later, slow and worst possible.
Looks like I've climbed to the top of this company's pyramid. New president inaugurated.
Not that I want the job—just the revenge. Planning daily visits to the president's office to beat on Kim Myeon-hyeong as routine. Plus fuck Jin Sun-mi whenever. Sweet deal.
Glanced at the clock: 11:10. Two hours vanished at lightspeed.
Headed back down to the sixth floor and my desk. Revenge on the affair bastard was just beginning.
Two hours AWOL, and no one batted an eye. Everyone slaving away at keyboards. Pointlessly repeating meaningless tasks.
Bored with nothing to do, the forum post popped into mind. The one I questioned yesterday.
...Forgot about it.
There was one comment on the post.
"The gif below is from an old video."
