The Secretary's Women 01
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"Jeong-ah, whatcha doin'?"
"Oppa? Damn, Oppa, you called quick as hell. It's been three whole months already. Where you at?"
"Been busy, that's all. Anyway, you been good?"
"Just wake up, head to work, clock out, crash at home, repeat."
"What're you up to right now?"
"Can't you hear the echo? I'm in the shower, dummy."
"Girl, you say shit like that, and what if I get all worked up and come devour you?"
"You couldn't devour me even if I begged ya to. Why you talkin' so much?"
"Keep actin' up, and I'll really eat you alive."
"Then do it—eat me up. I even showered all nice just to get devoured by my Oppa."
"Cut the teasin'. What're you doin' today?"
"Huh? Met up with a friend real quick and came right back. What's up?"
"If you've got time, wanna go get some air?"
"For real? You in Busan right now?"
"Yeah, Gwangalli."
"Then stay put. I'm throwin' on some clothes and headin' out."
"Nah, just stay home. Gotta pass through anyway for Gyeongju. Leave the house in 15."
"Got it."
He stepped out of the coffee shop, pulled his car from the Gwangalli Beach public lot, and sped toward Haeundae.
"Damn, girl, you wearin' that? Guys passin' by are gettin' hard just lookin'—can't even walk straight."
"You ain't turned on? What about you, Oppa—are ya?"
"Girl."
"Forget gettin' air today—wanna hit up an MT instead?"
"You keep pushin' it?"
"Yeah, I'm pushin'. You said you'd eat me if I did."
"Aigoo, fine, you win."
"Yesss! I won!!!"
The Shin Ulsan Expressway was dead empty. He floored it for a while when Jeong-ah grabbed his hand and planted it on her thigh. That fresh, youthful skin—honestly, he wanted to fuck her brains out, but what the hell was this thing called pride?
"Oppa, you really gonna do me like this? I even put your hand there myself—least you could do is touch."
"Your boyfriend not hittin' it lately?"
"Nah, we did it yesterday, but it sucked. Dude can't last ten minutes, and it's not even our first rodeo. And his suckin'? Trash."
"Girl, just teach him while you do it. He's young and spry—train him up."
Jeong-ah tugged his hand slyly under her skirt. But his fingertips brushed something coarse and fuzzy.
"Girl, you ain't wearin' panties?"
"Nope."
"You're gonna drive me insane."
"What? Feels nice and breezy. Stick your hand in deeper—I'm gettin' wet."
"Girl, what if I get too worked up?"
"Then you fuck me, duh."
"Girl, you know how old I am?"
"Thirty-two?"
"Yeah, thirteen years older than you."
"So?"
"You won't feel ripped off gettin' eaten by some old geezer?"
"Nah, not if it's you. Check if I'm wet with your hand."
She grabbed his wrist and shoved it inside her panties. Plump flesh met his fingertips, slick with her juices.
"Girl, what the hell you tryin' to do?"
"Just finger me on the way. I'll forgive up to stickin' fingers in. Lol."
The Jang-an Rest Area sign appeared up ahead.
"Let's hit the rest stop for a break."
"Oppa, you're hard. Look, yours is standin' up too. Lol."
"You really pushin' it?"
"No cars around—want me to suck you off?"
"Aigoo, quit messin' around and hit the bathroom. I'll handle mine."
"You jerk off too, Oppa?"
"Where? Just chill—it'll go down on its own."
The rest stop was quiet. Who stops at a 40-minute stretch anyway? He sat a bit, then grabbed walnut pastries, french fries, and two coffees from the shop before heading back.
"Yours go down already? I even rinsed my mouth to eat it."
"You gonna keep messin'?"
"Oppa, you impotent or somethin'? I'm offerin', and you keep runnin'?"
"Eatin' a barely legal 19-year-old? I'd be a thief or worse."
As he sipped coffee prepping to go, Jeong-ah laid her hand on his pants and pressed gently. She gripped his hardening cock through the fabric, and it stiffened against his will.
"See? Stands right up. You're no monk—why fight it? I ugly or somethin'?"
"Nah, you're hot as hell. But girls like you? Line of dudes waitin'. Why me?"
Jeong-ah unzipped his pants, slipped her hand in her panties. He'd gotten her wet earlier, so it felt sticky and embarrassing.
"Look, already throbbin'. Scared I'm some gold-digger?"
"Gold-digger? I'm broke as of today—what's to worry?"
"You got fired? Then why you scared when I'm beggin'?"
"Yeah, they told me to fuck off."
Thinking of that asshole congressman pissed him off—he zipped up and started the engine. But Jeong-ah killed it.
"Oppa, let's talk a sec."
He sighed and stepped out.
"Gonna smoke."
"Oppa, you remember when we met?"
"'Bout a year and a half ago, yeah."
"Right. So you never seen mine?"
"Nope."
"But you touched. Few times. Once counts as full, though."
"That was..."
"Yeah, that happened. But you didn't hate it, right?"
"Honestly? Nah. If I did, I'd have yanked my hand away."
"Then why no stickin' it in? You quick-shot now?"
"Girl, quick-shot? I'm still prime."
"Then why?"
"We talked before. Just touchin', suckin', foreplay only."
"When I suck yours, you hate it? When you suck mine?"
"What kinda question? At my age, gettin' head from a cutie like you? Hell yeah."
"Then why no fuckin'?"
"Told ya—I ain't turnin' thief. If I was twenty, I'd have railed you ages ago. But you're 19, I'm 32 geezer—can't do it."
"You real dumbass? Or you just don't wanna fuck me?"
"Girl..."
Jeong-ah unzipped again, fished out his veiny, bulging cock, gripped it tight. No one around, but her brazen teen boldness was too much. She stroked up and down, then bent to lick the tip.
That electric tingle shot through his waist—he pushed the seat back unconsciously. She lapped the head, then engulfed his shaft whole. He watched her bobbing head, one hand kneading her tit, the other her ass.
Her tongue work broke him—he tried pulling out by her forehead, but she kept sucking. With a glurk, he erupted in her mouth, blasts of cum swallowed greedily. She milked the shaft, gulped it down, licked her lips clean. Slutty as hell.
"I suck good, right?"
"Jeong-ah, you're gonna get me in trouble. Even aunties don't swallow that."
"You hate me eatin' yours?"
"It's bitter."
"Psh, last time you said it tasted good."
"You're one weird chick."
"Dunno. Nights alone, I think of you, wanna touch and suck it."
Thanks to her skills, he'd blown his load midday in the car. He stared blankly out the window, pondering their future.
Jeong-ah was a Cyworld friend. He'd post quick thoughts or site pics, chat comments with connections. Even after outing as 30s, she messaged, talked, called—met IRL. Post-nut smoke brought back their first time, three months in.
She'd wanted ocean views at Songjeong Beach near her hospital gig. Parked, grabbed coffee—found her crying at the sea.
"Drink this. Sweet stuff helps blues."
He handed her macchiato, stared at the night sea silently. Wait for her to spill.
"Oppa, not curious?"
"'Bout what?"
"Why I'm cryin'?"
"If you wanna say, you will. Pushin' makes it awkward."
She wept quietly at the waves.
"Oppa, got raped again today."
"What? You report it?"
"Can't. No way."
"Why?"
"My dad. How report dad? Mom? Little bros?"
Silence. Hammer to the head. Dad raping daughter? Novel shit, now real. Lit a smoke after stunned pause. She sniffed, reached out.
"Gimme one."
Put cig in her mouth, lit it. Deep drag, cough fit. Acted thuggish, but cig virgin.
"Fuck, spicy as hell. Why smoke this shit?"
"Never before?"
"Nah, booze a bit, but cig smell kept me off."
"What's next?"
"Fake excuse to mom, bounce. Rent near hospital."
"Can you afford?"
"Yeah."
"Handle it then."
"Psh, talk like a dude."
"I am one."
"Too cold."
"Facts are facts."
"Oppa, live with me?"
"Can't afford you. No thief-makin' drama."
"I want it. Till you marry, live together."
"Nah."
Started car quick—more trouble words incoming.
"Where to?"
"Droppin' you home."
"Sleep together tonight."
"Can't. Gotta go home."
"Won't go home then—drop motel."
"Quit messin'."
"Not messin'. Home means dad jumps me again. Already did once—whatevs, but mom findin' out? Scary."
Skipped home, hit Yeonsan rotary motel. Felt bad leavin' her solo—stayed the night. She stripped, showered. His dick stood proud. Drove her there anyway.
Quick rinse, toweled out. She showered, emerged in skirt and blouse. He stripped her shirt and skirt, laid her on bed. Kissed, unhooked bra. Tits firmer than expected. Palmed 'em, flicked nipples, lips to neck, earlobe—preppin' her slow. Lips trailed to tits—she twitched. Sensitive there. Massaged ass along curves.
Her body relaxed. Rolled panty band down—ass lifted naturally. Lips to navel, hands to tits. Tongue grazed pubes. She reacted. Down thigh, calf, sucked toe.
"Oppa, dirty—don't."
But trembled. Sucked each toe devotedly, up calf, thigh. She tensed, gripped his cock hard. Expectin' pussy dive. Fooled her—tongue to navel, back to thigh.
Deep inner thigh lick brushed her slit—hips bucked. Ignored, to calf, toes. She jerked his skin off furious, then sucked him. He kept at calf-thigh, turned head, nose to her wetness.
Gasp! Ass bucked, nose deeper.
"Oppa~"
"Yeah?"
"Oppa~ please~"
"What, hurtin'?"
"Quit teasin'—please~"
"Teasin'? I'm workin' hard."
"Oppa~ drivin' me crazy."
"Huh?"
"Fuck me already. Shut up."
"Wait bit. Lemme taste first."
Tongue to slit, lips sealed. Lapped flat and slow. Overflowing already. Grabbed ass, she spread wide, bucked for tongue.
Not enough suckin'—rubbed cock on tits. Spread her cheeks, rolled tongue in—"Ahh~!" Hips thrashed. She pressed face for deeper, lips sucked edges, tongue scraped insides.
Pulled cock down sudden—ouch, but face shoved to feet. Cock at entrance, she rubbed wild. Tired of waitin', impaled herself.
Position shallow, but she bucked desperate. He matched, thrust forward. Suddenly, she collapsed—like snapped bowstring. Sensitive girl. Barely entry orgasm? Blessed. Pantin', rolled face-to-face.
"Hate you so much."
"Huh?"
"Like the teasin'?"
"You didn't?"
"Thought I'd lose it."
"Good's good."
"Why no cum?"
"Didn't fuck—would be quick-shot."
Hugged, kneaded tits, teased slit tippy-toe. Then deep thrust!!!
"Gah!!! Ahhh!"
Screamed, clawed back. He pistoned hard, gasping. She moaned, matched rhythm, climbin' endless.
"Oppa~ like me?"
"Now meh after?"
"Nah. Wanna live with ya."
"Felt good?"
"Yeah, thought I'd die."
"Better than dad?"
"Raped? No juice. Dry hurts. You clueless?"
"Years and still dry?"
"Excite with dad? Mom aside, wanna stab him and suicide."
"Yeah."
"Friends say sex feels good, girls glow post-fuck—thought BS. But damn, true."
"Sex needs chemistry. Girls especially."
"Again next time?"
"No BF and horny? Holler. Then we do."
"Psh, want now."
"Lol."
Dawn round two war, checked out. Dropped hospital, headed office ponderin' clean break without hurtin' her or conscience.
Over year passed. Seoul life kept him away—natural. Now Busan permanent.
"Fired means unemployed now?"
"Yup."
"What next?"
"Hunt jobs. Gotta eat."
"Busan now—see you more."
"What waste on geezer? Get BF, prep weddin'."
"Nah, live with me. Won't nag marriage."
"Girl, again? Can't shack with kid—gossip. Drop it forever."
"Psh, kid? I know shit."
"Wasted time. Quick Gyeongju round-trip."
Rest stop out, to Gyeongju. Weekday empty. Autumn serene, ginkgo crimson. Drove Poseokjeong.
"Poseokjeong?"
"Yeah."
"We kids? Why?"
"See and know."
"Whoa~ cute!"
"Like?"
"Yeah. Thought meh, but pretty."
"Inside better."
Ginkgo glowed sunset gold, ancient tree majestic, maples vibrant. Circled, strolled path. Past bridge, private—she hooked arm tight, tits on arm. Full loop, to Samneung Valley.
"Where now?"
"Samneung Valley."
"Where?"
"Yoo Hong-jun prof showed on 1 Night 2 Days. Won't climb—too late."
"Then why?"
"Entrance orchard apples delish."
"Pickin' apples? Buy store."
"They sell roadside. Tasty, cheap."
Seo Namsan lot, crossed, quick peek up—explained sights. Bit more—500m to rock Buddha statues. Time short, consoled. Down, two bags apples loaded.
"Whatcha eat?"
"No spots."
"Set menu?"
"Sure."
Hongeo obvious, but blood sausage soup no for 19yo. Dosol Village set instead.
"Cute place~"
"Taste meh."
"Why here?"
"Best of bad. Used good, now off."
Dinner done, Anapji night lights—girls love. She snapped endless, he photog'd her. Ignored selfies. Back Haeundae via Gyeongbu.
"Here."
"All mine?"
"Bought two for you."
"Solo? Take yours."
"Enough for me. Fridge it. Or mom."
"Divorced, solo."
"Sibs?"
"Dad kept son."
"Live mom."
"Easier solo. She needs BF—awkward."
"True. Rest up."
"Coffee?"
"Nah, unpack home."
Dropped her, to Yeonsan-dong home. Lied office shift to district—no fire talk. Unpacked, job hunt thoughts, slept.
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