Back to Being a Salaryman 2.
"Whoa, what?"
I was caught off guard by Gu Mirae's unexpected move and shoved against the wall. She slammed her right hand against it beside my head, gazing up at me. That wall-slam thing that was all the rage in Japan back in the day? At the same time, she rose onto her tiptoes, stretching her petite frame. The cuteness stemming from her small stature was part of her charm. Her arm looped gracefully around my neck through the air, as natural as a move from a dance she'd practiced a thousand times. Because of our height difference, her face tilted slightly upward, parting her lips just a bit. I nearly cracked a smile without thinking.
Her plump lips parted slightly as she gripped my neck and pulled me down toward her face. Even though she was so light, she tugged at my massive frame, but I didn't resist—I leaned down, letting my face hover over hers. Our lips met amid ragged breaths, and her tongue slipped between my closed lips. I naturally wrapped my arms around Gu Mirae's slender waist.
Suddenly, a rush of French kissing hit me, accompanied by her heavy breathing. A sweet kiss with the lovely Gu Mirae—had I not met my wife, I would've bet my arms on dating her. As we kissed, I embraced her narrow waist, and her whole body trembled lightly in my grasp. Her upper body arched back in my arms, like a scene from a romantic movie, bending further with my arms as the pivot. I held the kiss while gripping her waist tighter. Our natural height difference perfected this romantic lip-lock. Looking down at her, I returned the passion with fervent kisses. Her eyes fluttered shut; she looked like a tiny bird.
Sweet kisses. Her soft, moist tongue wet my mouth, while my rough one ravaged hers. Honestly, I was shocked. I'd never imagined Gu Mirae could be this bold. And her desire's trigger? Me. Possessing me—that was her hidden craving. I was thrilled. If her lust was aimed at me... controlling her would be a breeze.
I slowly straightened her upper body, hunching down a bit. As we kissed, my hand naturally wandered to her breast. The stiff bra blocked the softness, but groping a subordinate's chest at work sent a thrill I'd never felt before. This was worlds apart from Jin Sun-mi's instant spread-leg compliance... raw sex on demand.
Gu Mirae's tongue poked at the inside of my mouth. This was the lovers' signal for "fuck me"—long curls thrusting and prodding, an intimate kiss code only partners share. Our lips stayed locked. She reached back with one hand and unhooked her bra. Then she popped open her blouse buttons. Pretty bold, huh? But... what the hell? Pads tumbled out from inside her bra. Padded bra? How many pads was she packing?
Her breasts were revealed. Mere bumps that had stalled mid-hill formation... the kind you'd call a girl's developing chest without batting an eye. Hardly worthy of the word "breasts." Gu Mirae was famous at the office for her skinny-glam figure. Slim and tiny, but with overwhelming tits—or so we thought. I'd pegged her at C-cup, so this felt like betrayal. The whole department had been duped by her fake rack. A-cup size. Gu Mirae's secret was out.
...She was flat as a board. And somehow, that made her even cuter. Pride built on pads. How her heart must've raced fearing discovery. Was she hiding this from her fiancé too? If this were the real Gu Mirae, she'd probably snap right now: "What? First time seeing small tits?"
Mid-kiss, I tilted my head down and took her puffy nipple into my mouth. Maybe compensating for nonexistent breasts, but her nipples were huge—like ripe jujubes—perfect for sucking. I swirled my tongue lightly around it, a reward for freeing herself from shame. Licking one nipple, I gently twisted the other with my fingers.
"Haa... haa..." Her breaths quickened. Sensitive nipples, huh. I slid one hand down between her legs. Her thighs parted instinctively. No hamster-like clamping shut. My fingers gently stroked her slit. Amid the soft labia majora, she was drenched. Her stockings were soaked to the knees. How long had she been this wet? Dried cum stains crusted on the stockings. This level of soaking proved she'd been aroused way earlier. During salad? The walk? Just my presence made her drip. Knowing she was a virgin made my cock throb like it might burst.
Kissing again, I tenderly caressed her small breasts, tweaking a nipple. She let out aroused sighs and moans. Shame she couldn't speak. "Deputy, I love you. Take me." Something like that. At the same time, her hand fondled my erection. Belt unbuckled, fingers at my pants button. No rush in her touch. Ziiip—the zipper echoed in the pantry. Pants down to my knees. Her gaze locked on the tent in my boxers. Her eyes widened. No words, but her face screamed surprise. Her fingers brushed over my boxers. That touch alone hardened me more.
Gu Mirae slowly pulled down my boxers. My cock sprang out toward her face. Her eyes sparkled, lips parting. She studied it briefly. Fully erect, it pulsed before her. Glans swollen red, veins bulging along the shaft. She wrapped her hand around it—astonishingly soft. She began stroking slowly, up and down. Pre-cum beaded at the tip. She didn't miss it. Leaning in, she extended her pink tongue and licked the Cowper's fluid from my glans. Electric pleasure surged.
"Hngh..." A moan escaped me. A smile crept across her lips. She knew exactly her effect. Her tongue circled my glans like ice cream, savoring slowly. The tip traced around, then hit my weak spot dead-on.
"Ugh..." My thighs quivered. Her eyes gleamed mischievously. She'd found it. Her hand cupped my balls gently, fingers massaging. Meanwhile, her tongue assaulted the glans.
"Haa..." Pleasure made me close my eyes. Then hot wetness enveloped my cock. Opening them, Gu Mirae had my glans in her mouth.
Her mouth was incredibly hot. Her tongue didn't stop, teasing inside. Her cheeks hollowed, creating vacuum suction. Slurp, slurp.Damn, Gu Mirae... she's a monster? Lips grazed feather-light, tongue snaked nimbly around. Mouth full, vacuuming like a Hoover—schlurp, schlurp—pro enough for "vacuum blowjob master."
"Haa..." My moan made her glance up, cock still in mouth, smirking. I stroked her hair tenderly as she lavished my glans. Slurp, smack, slurp-schluuuurp~ The sounds filled the pantry, fueling my arousal. She took me deeper slowly. Lips midway down, then up. Rhythmic—honed from hundreds of reps.
Schlurp, schlurp. Cheeks hollowed more. Suction intensified. I couldn't hold back moans. "Ah... Mirae... so good..."
Shit, slipped out. Tense for a sec, but she didn't care. Her eyes lit with joy at the praise. She sucked harder. I grabbed her head with both hands, hair spilling through fingers. Thrust deeper into her mouth.
"Mmngh!" A muffled groan from her throat—her first sound. But no resistance; she welcomed it eagerly. Her mouth worked to swallow me whole, inching toward my navel. Glans hit her throat entrance. It clenched around me.
"Uuuuh!" Intense pleasure shook my hips. Deepthroat activated. Tears welled, but she persisted. Her throat was elastic, tight—like pussy. Gulp, gulp. Swallowing sounds. She gripped my ass, pulling deeper. Her nose hit my pubes. Fully sheathed.
"Mirae... you're amazing..." Praise spurred her. Her head bobbed faster. Mouth and throat gripped perfectly. Schlurp, slurp, gulp. Sounds grew lewder. Saliva dripped down my shaft, lubing for smoother glides. Her hand massaged balls, fingers teasing perineum. Other hand clutched my ass. I gripped harder, thrusting deeper, faster. Plap, plap, plap. Pounding her mouth. Tears streamed, but she took it. Eerily erotic.
"Mirae... gonna cum soon..." Climax neared. She got it, sucking fiercer. Cheeks caved more, tongue frantic on glans. Balls tightened.
"Mirae... I..." She pulled off. Hand jerked rapidly. Positioned her face before me. Mouth open, tongue out. Finger circled her lips in a ring, nodding. Clear intent: facial.
Couldn't hold. "Uuuugh!" Cum erupted like a fountain. First shot hit forehead and hair. Second on nose and cheek. Third in mouth and on tongue. Eyes shut, she received it. Face coated white. She swallowed the mouthful with relish. Gulp. Opened to show empty mouth—all down. Leaned to lick remnants from glans.
"Haa... Mirae... incredible..." She smiled, face still glazed. Dirty yet sensual. Finger scooped cheek cum, licked it up savoring. My cock stiffened again. Her puppy-like eagerness spiked my dopamine. That service pushed rigidity to limits.
Confirming my revival, she stood slowly, hiking her skirt. White ass and tiny panties revealed. Massive cheeks with a sliver of fabric. Art. Firm apple butt—no sag. Couldn't fake tits, but ass via workouts. She compensated complex with this perfection. Cuter for it. Rare beauty.
She wiggled it at me: "How's that, Deputy? Pretty ass, right? Forget the tits!" Braced wall, slipped panties down. Silver thread from crotch to fabric—viscous arousal stretching, snapping. Symmetrical, flawless pink pussy. Porcelain-smooth ass, no blemishes. Knew her weapon, maintained it religiously. Perfect lower body vs. lacking upper.
"Incredible..." I blurted. Thigh-dripping juices. Showing her pussy excited her more.