Deepthroat Descent in the Officetel
Seoyeon understands the meaning of his words. He wants her—not him—to take the lead in this humiliating act. Reluctantly, she slips his thick lower lip between her own lips and sucks lightly, pretending.
But he snaps at her in an irritated voice. "Do it properly."
At those words, Seoyeon finally gives up everything. She has no choice but to suck his lip deeper than before. Slowly, so very slowly, she parts her lips wider to take it in. As Park lets out a satisfied groan and tries to push into her mouth, he commands again. "Tongue."
With no other option, Seoyeon sticks out her tongue from between her tightly clenched teeth. It brushes tentatively against his lip. But he does nothing. He simply closes his eyes, waiting for her next move. His arrogant passivity makes her feel even more wretched.
Reluctantly, so very slowly, she pushes her tongue into his mouth. His hot, wet cavern feels like a cave. She traces the inside of his teeth, brushes his palate. Overcome by a filthy sense of duty, she wraps her tongue around his stiff one and starts licking.
The hot, fishy saliva flooding her mouth is so vivid it makes her want to gag. Desperate to end it quickly, she moves her tongue more aggressively, as if truly savoring the kiss.
Park groans in satisfaction as he receives it, then issues another order. "Don't stop with your hands."
Eyes closed, locked in the kiss, Seoyeon grips his cock again with her free hand. Her small, pale fingers wrap around the massive shaft flushed red with rage. The searing heat, rigid texture, and throbbing veins under her palm feel all too real. Fighting nausea, she starts stroking mechanically up and down.
With each motion, sticky fluid oozes from the tip, slicking her palm. Swallowing his spit with her mouth, coating her hand with his precum, she performs perfectly. Her mind is already blank.
About ten minutes pass like this. Her lips, numb and slick with saliva, feel ready to burst. Her wrist starts aching dully. Just then, Park grabs her head, breathing raggedly, and pulls her mouth away.
Seoyeon hadn't expected him to break it off so suddenly. Lost in the forced kiss, her tongue lolls out helplessly as their lips part. Seeing her dazed eyes and protruding tongue, Park strokes her head approvingly.
Then he forces her to her knees on the floor beneath the sofa, pressing her head gently but firmly between his legs, right in front of his cock. Seoyeon knows what that means. With her mind half-gone, she has no will to resist left.
Park rubs the glistening, precum-smeared glans against her lips. The sticky heat spreads across them. Her mouth yields without resistance, parting slowly as it's ground against.
With half his cock now in her mouth, he says in a low voice, "Do it like a kiss."
At his words, Seoyeon looks up at him with vacant eyes like a mindless doll, then slowly lowers her head. She recalls the kiss she was forced into moments ago. Now, she must recreate that humiliation on his manhood with her own mouth.
Slowly, so very slowly, she starts moving. Her soft lips envelop the hard shaft, sucking with a vacuum seal, producing lewd smack, smack sounds that echo obscenely in the empty officetel.
Her tongue, dutiful as a servant, seeks out the sensitive spot under the glans and licks relentlessly. At first, it's pure disgust. But the more she sucks, the more she feels its overwhelming size and boldness with her whole body.
The length that fills her mouth and still threatens her throat, the firm, thick veins pulsing under her tongue—it's a primal male power she's never felt from her husband. Her jaw aches beyond its limits, but Park isn't satisfied.
Breathing heavily, he grabs her hair—not harshly, but with irresistible force—and presses down. "Deeper."
Seoyeon gags, fighting retch, and takes it further into her throat. Her breath catches; tears well up. The fishy, acrid taste coats her tongue root. In that moment, against the humiliation flooding her mind, a tingle shoots through her lower belly. Her thighs grow slick between them.
No, no... She screams inwardly. She can't believe her body is reacting to this filthy man in this degrading situation.
But her body betrays her reason, responding honestly to the massive intrusion filling her throat. She moves her mouth mechanically as ordered, every muscle in her lips, tongue, and jaw acting like she's devouring the world's finest treat.
But it's no longer just acting. Her mind empty, in the chaos of reason and instinct, this humiliating yet intense pleasure begins to dominate everything.
Park leans deep into the sofa backrest, eyes closed, savoring her service like a gourmet enjoying a premium course. Then, squinting down at her glazed expression, he mutters softly, "Huh... they say celebrities are all sluts deep down... Guess it's true."
His words stab like a dagger into her ear. Until now, she'd endured mechanically, but this she can't take. She spits out his cock and glares at him with hate-filled eyes. "Shut up!"
But her defiance only fuels his arousal. He sits up from the sofa. Roughly unzipping the back of her dress, he yanks it down her shoulders. Unhooking her bra, her full breasts spill free.
Without stopping, he hikes the hem to her waist, exposing her pale ass completely. Now in just plain white cotton panties, her upper and lower body are fully bared.
Park shoves his cock back in her mouth and reaches down to knead her ass. He squeezes the soft flesh, rubs and gropes. Then his fingers slide along the cleft over her panties, reaching her soaked secret place.
Seoyeon slaps his hand away in shock, glaring with his cock still in her mouth. Park smirks, showing her his slick fingers marked with her wetness. "Not a slut, huh? Soaking wet just from sucking your husband's boss."
Her face burns crimson as she glares, but she has no retort. She resumes sucking diligently. Then Park lifts his leg. "Lick below too."
She glares once more, then reluctantly buries her face between his thighs. Sticking out her tongue, she licks slowly from his taint upward. The salty, musky scent of a middle-aged man assaults her nose.
She laps his sagging balls, then sucks them like ice cream. Tongue out again, she licks up the shaft to the glans, then takes it back in. His pubic hair is thick and coarse; a few black strands stick to her lips. Oblivious, she sucks harder.
How much time passes? Suddenly, Park groans roughly. "Ah... here it comes...!"
One hand crushes her breast painfully; the other pins her head so she can't pull away. Seoyeon gags helplessly, forced to take it all in her mouth. The thick, fishy semen smell she's never known fills her.
Revulsion mixes with a dizzying haze. She wants to rush to the bathroom and spit, but Park grabs her jaw. "Don't spit."
He pulls out his prepared phone. "Show me what's in your mouth. Open wide, stick out your tongue."
With an irritated face, Seoyeon obeys. Mouth open, white globs pooled on her tongue, she shows him.
Click. The humiliating moment is captured.
Finally, she spits into the nearby trash can and snaps at him. "What the hell are you doing!"
"Haha, don't worry. This is just for my collection. I already have blackmail pics anyway—what's one more? Right?"
Seoyeon realizes arguing is pointless. Fuming, she straightens her clothes and heads for the door.
"Wait."
Park calls her back from the sofa, showing her the phone screen with the fresh photo. Seoyeon freezes at the sight.
It's her—but not the Seoyeon or Ciel she knows. A broken female animal, resigned to ruin. Her face flushed red to her ears with shame, mascara smeared black from involuntary tears during the deep throating, like black tears streaming.
Her carefully applied red lipstick is smeared grotesquely around her mouth from the violent oral, like she'd vomited blood—obscene and bizarre. Her mouth gapes powerlessly in surrender, throat visibly exposed inside.
Her extended tongue and entire mouth brim with thick, yellowish semen. It pools from root to lip like a river; excess mixes with saliva, dripping in sticky threads from her chin. Crucially, three curly black pubic hairs cling starkly to her glistening lips, stark against her white skin—symbolizing all the degradation.
The world's most vulgar, yet nerve-tinglingly erotic sight.
"What... what are you doing...!" Seoyeon gasps in horror.
Park chuckles vilely, pocketing the phone. "When you take a photo, you show the star, right? Haha."
He stands and approaches her. "Why leave so soon? Didn't get your husband's call?"
"What? What do you—"
She starts to question, then realizes. Her husband is on the business trip Park sent him on. He said he wouldn't be home tonight.
Park savors her changing expression, grinning. "You worked hard—let's eat. I booked a great place."
He wraps an arm naturally around her waist. Seoyeon feels utter wretchedness but can't think how to resist or what to do next. She simply lets him lead her out of the empty officetel.