A Tangible Sensation
Boss’s head bobbed vigorously up and down.
With both hands resting flat on my knees, she devoted herself entirely to the work of her mouth.
“Take some of your clothes off.”
“Mmh?”
She looked up at me without letting go of my cock.
“Don’t spit it out. Just slip your shoulder straps down. You can do that, right?”
Boss nodded and moved her hands. Slipping her arms out one by one, she peeled her one-piece dress downward, revealing generous breasts beautifully shaped by her bra.
“Mmm... sluuuurp.”
I leaned forward from the backrest, slipping my hand inside her bra to cup her breast. As I leaned over her to fondle her chest, Boss buried her face even deeper into my lap.
I took hold of her.
“Tell me if it gets too rough.”
Pulling my hand away from torturing her nipple, I grabbed her by the hair. This was getting too teasing; it simply wouldn’t do. As hard as she was sucking, she was only managing to take in about half my length. Gripping the base of her single braid, I pulled her head firmly into my crotch.
“Mmph... gagk.”
Using both hands to haul her head toward me, I thrust my hips slightly forward. It looked similar to when I had embraced her head earlier, but the intensity was entirely different. Without sparing a thought for her comfort, I put genuine force into my arms, driving my glans straight past the threshold of her throat.
“Phaa... That’s it. Just a little more.”
Boss nodded. Her face was being squashed directly against my lower belly. Pulling my hips back, I loosened the grip holding her skull, granting her a brief reprieve before gathering her head into my lap once more. I drove my cock deep into the back of her throat.
“Ghk, ghk. Mmmffph!”
Again, I hauled her close with full force, then gave her room to breathe. With each repetition, her breath through her nose grew rougher and hotter. My own hips rose and fell in broader, sharper arcs, until it felt less like receiving pleasure and more like ravaging her mouth and throat.
“Khk, ghck, grrrk... gukk!”
I treated her head like an onahole. Listening to the filthy, choked sounds spilling from her throat caused the tight coil of my obsessive compulsion to slowly unwind. Boss kept her eyes squeezed shut, perhaps because her face kept slamming into my lower abdomen. Even so, she stretched her jaws as wide as possible, taking meticulous care not to let her teeth graze my shaft.
“I want to keep going like this for a bit. Is it too much?”
She shook her head. Her eyes remained clamped shut, her philtrum stretched taut in a comically desperate grimace.
“Tighten your lips more.”
If I wanted our pacing to align, I had no choice. I needed to stoke my own climax to the brim before we moved on to the main event. And so I continued stitching into her face until she finally patted my thigh in surrender.
“Ghk... cough, hack! Haaah... haaah. Khh-oop.”
The moment I released her hair, Boss hastily spat out my cock and bowed her head, coughing violently. Ropes of viscous saliva dripped onto the floor. I pulled a tissue from the box and handed it to her.
“Haaah... haah... ahem.”
“Are you all right now?”
“Yeah. I’m fine.”
“Then stand up.”
Gathering her bunched-up dress in her hands, Boss rose to her feet.
“Take it all the way off.”
“Okay....”
Whether from sudden bashfulness or lingering daze, she couldn’t meet my eyes as she stripped. Gathering the hem, she pulled the dress up over her head, laying bare her pale, naked form. But something that ought to have been there was missing.
“What is the meaning of this?”
“Ah... well, that’s...”
“So you had nothing on your mind except getting fucked raw, is that it?”
Boss couldn’t utter a word. She wasn’t wearing any panties. The moment the dress came off, the dark thicket of her pubic hair had been laid completely bare. Any faint prickle of guilt I had felt vanished in an instant. I might have struggled to grasp genuine remorse, but I possessed a vague understanding of gratitude and apology. It seemed there was no need to waste effort feeling apologetic toward her.
“I thought... earlier, when you gave me that look, it was a signal....”
“Pfft. Sure. Take your bra off too.”
“Okay.”
Instead of being annoyed, I found her somewhat endearing. Pretending to be so composed, yet harboring such lewd intentions all along. For an entire week, Boss had merely accepted my touch without ever daring to take the initiative herself. It had been a stark contrast to Yeo-eun, who constantly tried to make moves on me at every conceivable hour. I had assumed Boss simply had a low libido or possessed immense patience. To think that very woman had been waiting for me commando the whole time.
“Stand straight. Hands behind your back. Spread your feet... Haven’t you ever heard of standing at parade rest?”
There I sat in the chair, fully clothed, while Boss stood stark naked before me. The office enjoyed excellent natural light. Sunlight filtered through the frosted film of the large window, bathing her bare skin in a soft glow. Once again, I couldn't help admiring her figure. In this world, a slender, delicate frame with such narrow bone structure was exceptionally rare, yet she carried remarkably heavy breasts. She wasn't gaunt like a skeleton; she was just lean enough to look exquisite. With her hands clasped behind her back, her shapely, teardrop breasts were pushed forward even more prominently.
“Do you like standing like this in your own office?”
“N-no...”
“So you hate it?”
“No! That’s not... ngh. I like it.”
I reached out and brushed my hand between her thighs. Her slit was at the perfect height to stroke.
“How does it feel, doing something like this with a part-timer in your own cafe?”
“I like it... yes. I love it so much.”
“Ha. You’re a complete pervert, aren’t you?”
Pressing one hand lightly against her lower belly, I drew the dark hair upward to force her clitoris to peek out. With my free hand, I began gently rubbing the sensitive bud.
“Aren’t you going to answer?”
“Yes. That’s right. I’m a pervert. Having Jeongseo touch me feels too good.”
“Good girl.”
Watching her reactions closely, I kept my fingers busy, rubbing back and forth along the wet seam before returning to tease her pearl. Every so often, I nudged the tip of my finger just inside the entrance.
Squelch, squelch.
Powerless to do anything, Boss stood rooted in place, surrendering her most intimate place entirely to me. I was merely twiddling a single finger, yet her entire body trembled in little spasms.
“Stay still. Stand up straight.”
“Yes... hnnngh.”
Moments later, slick moisture coated my fingers. Finding it rather insolent that she had dirtied my hand so quickly, I plunged my index finger straight into her pussy.
Schlick, squelch.
“Nnngh... aaahh!”
Curling and uncurling my finger inside her vaginal canal, I scraped against the slippery walls while keeping my thumb pressed firmly against her clitoris. Despite her verbal obedience, her posture rapidly began to deteriorate. Her upper body pitched forward, and her hips kept trying to pull back, as if attempting to flee from my touch.
Smack!
I slapped one of the heavy breasts dangling above my face.
“All you have to do is stay still. Can’t you even manage that?”
“I’m sorry... It’s just... the stimulation is too intense.”
I couldn't take this any further. If I kept this up, I was going to make her climax with just my fingers.
“This won’t do. Turn around.”
Rising from the chair, I unfastened my trousers. As I stripped all the way down, casting aside my underwear, Boss’s eyes remained utterly glued to me.
“From... behind? I wanted to look at your face while we do it.”
“Not today. Consider it your punishment for failing to endure.”
“Okay....”
Yeo-eun had reacted the same way. Did women here dislike being taken from behind by a man? Looking at Boss's expression, it seemed less like aversion and more like unfamiliarity.
“Like this?”
“Yes. Bend your knees a little.”
Bracing her hands against the table, Boss bent her knees into an awkward squat, twisting her waist to look back as I gripped her hips.
“Hmm... is that uncomfortable?”
“I’m fine.”
The height difference was awkward. Boss stood around the mid-170s in centimeters, making her considerably taller than me.
“Be honest. It looks uncomfortable.”
“Ah... yeah. To be honest, it’s a little tough.”
I stepped over and retrieved the office footrest from beneath the computer desk. Boss spent long hours sitting before the monitor after hours due to her freelance video editing gigs, so she always kept one handy.
“You can straighten your legs now. Better?”
“Yes.”
Stepping onto the low platform brought our hips into proper alignment. After rubbing the head of my cock against her cleft for just a moment, I buried it straight inside.
“Kyaaah! Ahh!”
Startled by the abrupt penetration, Boss gasped as her upper body gave out entirely, collapsing flat against the table. Her breasts flattened against the glass top like steamed buns. Gripping her buttocks with both hands, I pulled them apart to inspect the point of connection.
“Haaah... Jeongseo. It’s embarrassing when you stare right at it like that.”
The flesh of her entrance was stretched drum-tight, looking as though it might tear under the strain. I rolled my hips slowly. Her inner walls, pulled smooth without a single crease, clamped down ravenously around my shaft.
“It doesn't matter. I enjoy looking.”
“Hnngh... Yes... eeyah?!”
Though her frame was slender, Boss possessed wonderfully plump, rounded hips. Digging my fingers into that generous flesh, I began to pump in earnest. Her muffled whimpers tickled my ears.
Thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack!
“Mmph... nnnngh. It... it feels so good, Jeongseo. Haaah!”
Boss spread her arms wide, gripping the edges of the table with knuckles turned stark white. Across the surface, the lunch containers we had left out began to rattle precariously, vibrating under the sheer force of my hips slamming into her backside.
Rattle, clatter.
Just as I thought I ought to be careful, my gaze fell upon her hair.
“Boss.”
“Haaah, nnngh...”
“Boss!”
“Y-yes?”
“Lift yourself up.”
She pushed herself up with great effort. It wasn't a matter of stamina; judging by the sudden, violent clenching of her pussy a moment ago, she had already come once.
“Pardon me for a moment.”
“Huh?”
“I need to hold onto this so I can go harder. Bear with it.”
Reaching forward, I grabbed her thick braid like a set of reins and yanked it back.
“Wait—ah!”
Her head snapped backward, and she let out a sharp little cry of pain. Ignoring it, I shifted my center of gravity slightly back, leaning just a fraction as I clung firmly to her hair with both hands.
“Ghk?! Aaaah... hyiiit!”
I found the perfect balance. Pulling hard on her hair, I slammed my hips upward with everything I had. Though slight, a portion of my weight was suspended entirely by the braid anchored in my grip.
Thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack!
“Just a little more. Just a little more!”
“Aaaah! Hngh... hah, hah, hah... mmph!”
Maintaining my footing, I drove into her with relentless, powerful strokes. Boss let out breathy yelps before suddenly sucking in a sharp gasp. As our movements grew wilder, I found myself pouring an immense amount of force into each thrust without even realizing it. Yet she held up remarkably well.
“I’m coming. I think I’m going to come.”
“Nnngh... yes! Come! It’s okay... I’m... hyiit!”
Surging into the final sprint, I tightened my grip on her hair, pulling even harder. Boss’s face was wrenched fully toward the ceiling, her neat braid unraveling into frayed, tangled strands.
Pound, pound, pound, thwack―――!
I held nothing back. Driving deep against her hips, I unleashed my release, locking our lower bodies flush together as spurts of hot semen erupted deep into her core.
“Aaaaaaahhh!”
At the exact same instant, Boss, who had managed to stifle her voice until now, let out a piercing shriek. Her back arched violently, bending backward like a drawn bow.