Semen Duty: Kang A-jin 2
Secretary Kim pushed up her glasses and spoke.
"Sir."
"Hmm?"
"I'd like to use mine this morning."
"What, a half-day?"
"No. That."
"'That'? You'll have to be more specific."
Secretary Kim opened her mouth awkwardly.
"Um... the CEO Dick Usage Coupon."
"Right now?"
"Now works, or after I finish with A-jin."
"Let's do it now. Where do you want to do it?"
Two minutes per person.
"Mouth, and... one minute each down below..."
"One minute top, one minute bottom. Okay."
Han-seok pulled down his track pants and underwear right there.
His cock, already half-hard with blood rushing in, sprang free.
"Here... you mean here?"
"Why not? You already know everything anyway. A-jin, you okay with it?"
"Yes. Doesn't bother me."
A-jin, apparently busy with work, kept her eyes glued to her monitor.
"Then..."
Secretary Kim removed her horn-rimmed glasses.
With the glasses on she looked sharp and severe, but without them her face was cute and fresh-faced.
She sat in her chair, and Han-seok brought his cock up to her lips.
"The clock doesn't start until I'm fully hard, right?"
"Right."
It was a hidden loophole in the system.
By the rules, the timer only began once he reached full erection.
Except the definition of "fully hard" was deliberately vague.
In a word — it was whatever Han-seok decided it was.
Secretary Kim gripped his swelling cock and immediately began sucking.
"Mm. Haa."
As she swirled her tongue around the glans, saliva squeezed out between her lips ran down the shaft and dripped from his balls.
Sucking with fervor, she slid down off the chair and onto her knees.
"That's got to be full hard by now?"
"N-no, not quite yet."
She bobbed her head in a daze, and while she worked, she slipped her skirt down and wriggled out of her panties.
"Alright. Now we really have to start."
"Yes."
His thick, rigid cock stood curving beautifully toward the ceiling.
Skirtless and pantyless, Secretary Kim stuck out her tongue, the tip just grazing beneath his glans.
"Ready."
Han-seok pressed the timer button on his phone.
"Start."
Secretary Kim began sucking his saliva-slicked cock in earnest.
Determined to savor every second of his taste in the short time she had, she threw everything she had at it — taking the glans into her mouth and bobbing fast, dragging her tongue up the length of his shaft from below, then swallowing him as deep into her throat as she could manage.
About thirty seconds in, Secretary Kim glanced up at Han-seok and clasped her hands behind her back as if bound.
She was doing exactly as she'd been trained.
Han-seok gripped her head and pumped his hips quickly.
"Mmm-mmm-mmm-mmmph-mmmph."
At the vulgar sounds echoing through an office where they didn't belong, A-jin — who had been pretending not to notice — finally couldn't take it and turned her eyes this way.
Her gaze locked with Han-seok's instantly.
"A-jin, why don't you go wait in my office? Strip down and wait for me."
"Yesss."
A-jin rose from her desk and went into Han-seok's private office.
She shot a sidelong glance at Secretary Kim as she passed.
One minute was short.
Every nerve in Secretary Kim's body was focused on Han-seok's cock.
His thick length relentlessly ravaged a mouth-pussy developed for his exclusive use.
Thick saliva churned up from her mouth foamed out around him, and Secretary Kim's eyes rolled halfway back.
Meanwhile, arousal dripped from between her thighs, stretching down in a long strand all the way to the floor — a sight that could only be called spectacular.
Ding-ding.
The timer went off.
"There. Done."
"Haa... haa... haa..."
Secretary Kim panted hard.
A long strand of drool hung from her lips, but she made no move to wipe it.
"Now the bottom. If there's a position you want, go for it. I'll do it however you like."
At his words, Secretary Kim planted one leg up on the desk and thrust her hips back.
"L-like this...?"
The pussy begging for cock was already so worked up it was clenching and quivering on its own.
"I'll go all the way in before I start the clock."
"Yesss."
Han-seok gripped his shaft and lined the tip up against her hole.
"Aaahn."
Secretary Kim moaned.
Her hole spread wide as the cock slid slowly inside.
"Ahh."
"Feels good?"
"Yesss."
She nodded vigorously.
The cock sank as deep as it could go.
"Starting the clock?"
"W-wait, just stay like this a second—"
"No."
Ignoring her pleading, Han-seok began pistoning immediately.
"Aaahhn."
The moment the cock started moving, moans spilled from Secretary Kim's mouth.
Han-seok moved slowly, deliberately, dragging himself out to the very tip so the glans scraped along her slick inner walls on the way back in.
"Haa... haa... Sir. Faster, please, just a little faster."
Secretary Kim whined.
"Faster?"
"Yesss."
Han-seok picked up the pace of his strokes.
"Like this?"
"Yes. Nngh... mmm... yes, sir."
Secretary Kim forced herself to swallow her moans.
Something about A-jin hearing her moaning while she undressed in Han-seok's office made her inexplicably embarrassed.
"Faster?"
"Yesss."
Han-seok began pounding her at full speed.
The plump ass of his exclusive female absorbed every impact with a loud slap-slap.
"Nngh... haaahn... aaaaahaaahn!"
In the end Secretary Kim couldn't hold it in any longer and wailed like an animal in heat.
Ding-ding.
The one-minute timer went off.
Han-seok slid his cock out of her pussy.
"Hahn... Sir."
"Yeah?"
"You came... you didn't come."
"Honestly."
As a bonus, Han-seok rubbed his glans against her clit.
Secretary Kim, unable to bear it, reached back between her thighs and grabbed his cock.
She ground his glans hard against her clit, and before long she splashed lewdly, shamelessly.
"Aaaaaaaah!"
Han-seok slapped her ass hard.
"That's enough."
Secretary Kim let go of his cock.
"Haa... haa... haa..."
Her hips shuddered.
She stared up at the ceiling as if seeing a vision, lost in the throes of orgasm.
"Feeling a bit better now?"
"Haa... haa..."
Still gazing at nothing, Secretary Kim nodded at his question.
Han-seok picked her skirt and panties up off the floor.
"Clean up and get dressed. There are towels, right?"
"Yesss."
Her senses returning, Secretary Kim lowered her leg from the desk and took her clothes.
"I could go for tonkatsu for lunch."
"If my schedule allows, I'll have your favorite cheese tonkatsu delivered."
Secretary Kim had switched from female-in-heat back to secretary mode.
"I'll be in my office."
"Yes, sir."
Han-seok scooped up the pile of pants he'd left on the floor and walked into his own office.
He entered fully erect to find A-jin, already stripped, waiting on the bed.
Wearing nothing but white stockings that reached mid-thigh and a heart choker at her throat, she perched on the edge of the bed, crossing her legs seductively.
When her eyes met Han-seok's, the corners of her mouth curled up.
Han-seok deliberately left the office door open and said as he pulled off his shirt,
"Looking awfully confident there."
He approached her, naked and rock-hard.
A-jin's eyes flicked between his massive cock and his face.
"Now I get it. I finally figured out why you've never used this spot of mine until now."
She spread her legs as she spoke.
"You're scared that if you fuck me even once, you'll be hooked, aren't you?"
She had a point.
Strictly speaking, Kang A-jin was still a virgin.
Han-seok scratched the back of his neck.
"What are you talking about, A-jin? Every single time, I rub you a little, you start begging, I end up pressing my cock against your nipples, and you go 'just a little more, please, just a little more' until you pass out from coming. That's why we've never done it."
The confident look vanished from her face, and A-jin averted her eyes from his and muttered,
"...Maybe the real problem is you, sir — the way you spoil me because you think the way I beg is cute."
"Exactly. So not today. Tits are off the menu today."
"Huh? But—"
"In exchange, if you take your first creampie properly, I'll do your chest after."
A-jin nodded.
"You know, ever since you came along, I've been popping nothing but EX69, and Eun-ha keeps whining about it. Keeps asking when the data from us using the 74 together is coming in."
"Then right now—"
Full of eager enthusiasm, A-jin grabbed his cock.
The moment she stuck her tongue out, Han-seok stopped her.
"No. Don't suck it."
"Huh? Why not?"
"Because every time we start with a blowjob, you get so worked up that you can't help grinding it against your nipples before I know what's happening."
"..."
"Thanks to which, your blowjobs have gotten pretty good, I'll admit."
"Hehe."
A-jin scratched her head.
Han-seok walked over to the closet and came back with a necktie.
"As handsome as you are, sir, standing there naked wearing nothing but a tie is not exactly a good look."
Ignoring her chatter, Han-seok said,
"Hands behind your back."
As A-jin arched her back and put her hands behind her, her chest thrust out even more prominently.
Han-seok bound her wrists together with the tie.
"Ohh, so this is a thing you're into?"
"It's so you can't use your hands. You'd grab my cock and rub it all over your chest the second you got the chance."
"Yessir, yessir."
A-jin snorted a laugh.
With her arms bound behind her, Han-seok came back around to stand in front of her.
He grabbed her breasts in both hands.
"Mnh?"
While she was still blinking at him in surprise, Han-seok took hold of his cock and pressed the very tip of the glans against her nipple.
"Once. Twice."
"Aaahn."
Instant reaction.
The girl who'd been teasing him just moments ago now rubbed her thighs together, looking up at him with eyes half-lost in pleasure.
"One more time?"
A-jin nodded.
"Use your words."
"Yes..."
"Three times."
The glans roughly rolled over her stiff, swollen nipple.
"Hnngh."
"Get on the bed. Face down."
He pulled A-jin up from where she sat on the edge and pushed her down onto the mattress.
Hands bound behind her, ass raised toward him — the position left her utterly exposed.
Juices were already dripping freely from her pink, hairless pussy.
Han-seok knelt on the floor beside the bed, gripped her bound arms firmly with one hand and one cheek of her ass with the other.
Then he ran his tongue along the glistening slit that had begun dripping onto the sheets.
"Sir... haa, haa..."
A-jin squirmed, but with Han-seok holding her fast, she couldn't move an inch.
He used his tongue to lavish attention evenly on her clit, her outer lips, her inner folds.
"Hnnh... it feels weird, sir... it's too much..."
Then he pressed his lips against her dripping hole like a kiss and worked his tongue against it.
Wet, sloppy sounds filled the room.
"Aahn."
Her hole was so tight his tongue couldn't slip inside.
"You're such a pervert, sir... eep..."
When he pulled his mouth away, her hole kept fluttering open and shut with her ragged breathing.
Her pussy wanted something. Badly.
Han-seok stood, gripped the base of his cock, and pressed the rigid tip against her entrance.
Face pressed into the bedsheets, A-jin forced out a smirk.
"Hehe. I knew it from the first time I saw you, sir. You wanted to fuck me like this, didn't you? Must be nice for you—aaahaaaaaa—"
The glans spread her impossibly tight hole and pushed inside.
Han-seok kept pushing. Once the head popped past her entrance, half his shaft slid in without resistance.
"Aaaaagh."
The opening clenching around his thickness flinched as if overwhelmed, and her juices dripped down in fat drops.
No blood came, but the way she gripped him so tightly where he was buried inside confirmed it — this was a virgin pussy.
Arms bound behind her, ass hoisted up, taking his cock from behind.
For A-jin, it was a thoroughly humiliating posture.
"Nngh."
"So this is what it takes to shut you up — a good hard fuck."
Han-seok said.