Office Conquest with Grace
Do Mingyu had just left not long ago, and the other employees had no reason to come to the office today. That meant this place was ours alone—Grace's and mine—for the next few hours.
—Slurp, smack, slurp slurp
As she pulled down his pants, Grace's eyes lit up at the sight of his raging hard-on. With an ecstatic expression, she latched onto the tip and sucked it greedily. Her mouth and tongue, like a blazing furnace, guided his cock straight to heaven.
The initial intensity caught him off guard, but he quickly regained his composure and started rocking her head back and forth. The stimulation—different from vaginal sex—sent waves of pleasure rippling through every cell in his body.
—Schlurp schlurp, shluuuurp, tssup
Grace was getting excited too; her fingers rubbed at her panties from below. Each time a finger slipped inside the crotchless fabric and scraped her inner walls, droplets of her viscous juices plopped onto the floor. It was an obscenely lewd sight.
—Shluuurp, shwup… schlurp
She sucked harder, picking up the pace with long, rhythmic strokes. Her mouth-pussy twisted at just the right angles, driving him to the brink of ejaculation. She's taking the first load in her mouth, huh.
"Gr-Gra-Grace. I can't… anymore… ngh!"
—Spluuurt, bluuuurb bluuurb bluuurb
Grace swallowed it all cleanly, her eyes drawing little hearts as she smacked her lips.
"Haaang… so tasty. I love how yours has no fishy aftertaste."
Her speech had gotten shorter, more casual.
"No more formal talk now?"
"Only in bed. Calling you 'babe' while being polite feels weird. I'll be proper at work, Man-a-ger-nim."
With a mischievous grin, she started sucking the tip again.
"Hng, ugh… th-that spot's super sensitive!"
A shiver ran through his entire body. Right after cumming, the glans was hypersensitive—even a light touch could make him buck wildly. Once she learned that, Grace loved teasing him like this.
"So the main event goes here?"
He pointed to the cot, but had no intention of using it. Fucking on a bed here would just change the backdrop to "office"—pointless. For coworkers who locked eyes on the job, nothing beat desk sex.
He scooped Grace up effortlessly and sat her on the desk, spreading her legs wide.
Her pink entrance was already slick and waiting for him. His cock was primed and ready, but he didn't want to rush in. He stroked her smooth thighs, then teased her outer lips before sliding his tongue deeper.
"Hng, haa… haaang! Th-there… keep going, more… ahn, ahn!"
—Lick lick, tssup, smoooch
She yanked his head closer, thrashing as if she could barely breathe. When he flicked her clit—drenched in her juices—like splashing in a puddle, her whole body convulsed like she'd been electrocuted.
"Haaang, ah… aaah! I-I'm dying. Hng, haa… haaaang…!"
Her squirting juices splashed right in his face. Dodging it would just send it flying who-knows-where.
"Haa… haa… babe, my heart nearly stopped. That's cheating…."
Satisfied with her reaction, he wiped his face with some tissue and slung her legs over his shoulders. Today's position: the flexion position.
"Kyaa~ Don't lift me like that so suddenly…."
A variant of missionary, the flexion position hoisted the woman's lower body up to the man's shoulders or chest for maximum genital contact. It demanded serious stamina from the guy, but allowed deeper penetration—even small cocks could hit the back wall. With his above-average length, he could pound Grace's deepest spot and crank the intensity to eleven. Time to show her a whole new paradise.
—Plamph, plamph, squelch squelch, splat splat
Once positioned, he thrust deep inside. The weight-driven pumps hammered her entrance, the fleshy slaps echoing everywhere.
Japan called it the "breeding press" for evoking a hydraulic press. Whoever named it nailed it.
"Hng, haaang… ahng! It's… too deep, too deeeep, ahn, ahn!"
He wedged between her defenselessly spread legs, slamming in and out like a piston. Her hot moans, the dizzying scent of flesh, the splashing love juices, her face on the verge of ascension—it all pushed them toward climax.
—Squelch squelch… tsquelch tsquelch, paang pang, squelch squelch
Her tits spilled from her disheveled blouse, bouncing wildly. Her toes, dangling over his shoulders, wiggled cutely. Folded up on the narrow desk, unable to move as he kept pumping—it satisfied his primal dominance.
"Ahng, haa… haaang! Wait… my back, hn… hurts…."
Staying folded that long must've strained her waist. Even standing, it was taxing him hard. No more pushing it—he switched positions.
The new one was a standing rear-entry variation, akin to standing doggy. As Grace gripped the desk and thrust her ass back, her hole was lewdly exposed. Time to finish strong.
—Squelch squelch, clap clap, smack, smack
Pumping was smoother now. With her back comfy, Grace synced her hips to his thrusts and withdrawals, rocking rhythmically. If sex were an Olympic mixed event, their teamwork would score perfect.
"Hn, hn… hng. Good, your cock feels so good… keep pounding me like that, haaaang!"
How long had he been at it? Every cell screamed with overstimulation. His balls' muscles relaxed, begging to unload. His mind went white with the urge. Grace looked lost in her own building orgasm.
"Ahng, aaaah… babe, baby! Something's coming again… hng, haaaaaang!"
"Ngh, Grace… here it cuuums…."
With a thrust that felt like it would impale her, something snapped—and a tsunami of semen ravaged her depths.
—Spurt~ blrrp blrrp—Spurt spurtz, driiiip droool
He collapsed onto her back, panting raggedly. Her insides twitched, savoring the aftershocks as faint moans escaped her lips. They lay there, listening to each other's heartbeats, basking in the glow.
"Haa, truth is, seeing you all casual got me wet from the start."
At JH Entertainment, she'd stuck to suits, but here she dressed comfy. More fieldwork ahead, after all.
"Suits are fine, but you all mussed up like this? So damn sexy… I can't do without your body."
She adjusted her heels with a playful smile. Her rumpled blouse and laddered stockings looked just as hot on her—blood rushed south uncontrollably.
"Babe… you're hard again already."
Eyes lighting up at his erection, she pointed to the break room. Round two: the cot.
* * *
"Why'd you leave all the windows open? It's cold. And did you clean? The floor looks spotless."
After round two, emerging from the break room, the office floor was a mess. A quick wipe wouldn't cut it, so he aired it out while scrubbing thoroughly.
"Dust was insane. Bro, don't just focus on the studio—check the office and practice rooms more often."
"It was fine by me. What, turning chaebol makes you a neat freak now?"
"Shut up."
He double-checked for traces. Even Do Mingyu couldn't know about the desk-fucking.
"That girl gone?"
"She left first to check officetels. Says her current place is too far."
Not the office—somewhere near his officetel, for instant access whenever he wanted. A woman dead serious about him, down to making sex her primary residence goal.
Sex Skill App alert sound. It chimes like this for updates. He'd begged Asmodeus to change it, but she said only he could hear it, so he let it slide. Still, it always made him jump and glance around.
He opened the app to check his stats first.
Piston had risen from A- to A. No wonder Grace came quicker today—the upgrade must've helped. With SS as the cap, time to grind it higher.
Available points jumped from 0 to 10. Made sense: ten full sessions since app install. Two with Bora noona at the hotel, five including the threesome with Soyoung and Seolhwa, three with Grace today. Foreplay didn't count, apparently. Tough grind.
The issue was Sex Skill growth. Just +4pt after ten rounds (27→31). Brutal.