A Creampie for Secretary Kim
As Han-seok drove his hips forward, juices dripped in fat drops from the hole gripping his thick cock tight. He seized her slim waist like a handlebar and began pistoning into her in earnest, her plump ass cheeks jiggling with every thrust.
“Haah… haah…”
“Secretary Kim, you really do excellent work. Keep it up just like this, understood?”
“Yesss… haah… haah…”
The big, muscled man moved roughly. The frail female body barely managed to keep from toppling over before she finally buried her upper body into the sofa and started moaning like a bitch in heat.
“Aahng… aaahng…”
Vulgar sounds echoed without pause through the spacious office.
At some point, the night skyline of Seoul had come into view beyond the floor-to-ceiling glass. It was late evening. The only sounds in Han-seok's office were the wet sounds of flesh meeting flesh.
On the sofa, Secretary Kim rode him with her eyes glazed over and her legs splayed in an M, bouncing herself up and down his cock. Her lush breasts — so full it seemed milk might leak out at any squeeze — swayed this way and that.
“Haah… haah… haah…”
“That's enough, Secretary Kim.”
At his word, she lowered her hips. His cock sank slowly up into her pussy, and she wiggled her waist in obvious disappointment at being told to stop.
“Get off.”
“Yesss…”
As she lifted her hips, his cock slid slowly out from below. Right up to the very end her pussy lips refused to release him — then with a wet squelch, her juices splattered as his cock popped free.
Han-seok bent her over the back of the sofa and slid straight back inside her.
“Ah.”
Her head lifted, her mouth falling open. A steady rhythm of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room — smack, smack, smack.
“Didn't mean to keep you working late. I'll make sure you get overtime pay, so don't worry.”
“Yesss…”
“You've come a long way, Secretary Kim. Taking my cum in your mouth twice now. And so much of it, too — barely spilled a drop. Hm? You did well. Time for a reward, then.”
“Aahng… a-a reward?”
“The creampie you begged for so desperately yesterday. Take it.”
Han-seok gripped her hips and began driving into her fast. Her breasts swung wildly.
“Haah… aahng… S-Sir… you didn't take your contraceptive, did you? Aahng… aaaaahng… y-you're not really… really going to finish inside me, are you?”
“Why? You don't want it? Carrying my child wouldn't exactly interfere with you making a living off me for the rest of your life.”
“Nngh… hnnn…”
“Say it. Secretary Kim.”
Their sex, slick with her arousal, joined together over and over again.
“Tell me to cum inside. Tell me to knock you up.”
“Hnn… Sirrr… you did take the pill, didn't you? That's why you're doing this?”
“You're no fun, Secretary Kim — way too quick on the uptake. Try to enjoy yourself a little.”
“Hnn… hnn… p-please get me pregnant.”
“Good girl. And what do you need to get pregnant? Where should the cum go? Hm?”
“C-cum inside me, please…”
“Since you asked so nicely.”
Han-seok thrust his cock in to the hilt. Drool leaking from the corner of her mouth, Secretary Kim stared at the ceiling with eyes gone utterly blank. Han-seok gazed up at it too. When he clamped down hard on her ass, her soft flesh bulged out between his fingers.
“Ah… you fucking slut. Tastes so damn good… aaah.”
Han-seok kept moving his hips as he came. White semen slowly seeped out through the gaps of the hole still clenched around his cock.
Ring. Ring. Ring.
The smartphone on the table lit up. Han-seok pulled his cum-covered cock out of her hole and walked over to the table. White semen gushed from Secretary Kim's gaping pussy in a long, steady stream.
“Aaaahng…”
She shuddered, her whole body trembling through the aftershocks.
“Stay just like that. Don't move.”
Han-seok said, glancing at the phone. The thin, watery semen, mixed with her juices, trickled down in a long line that ran all the way to the sofa.
“Hey. Han-seok? What are you up to?”
“What am I up to?” he answered, then walked back toward Secretary Kim. Taking the arm of the exhausted woman slumped against the sofa, he helped her down onto the floor.
“Spread your legs and crouch down. There. Just like that.”
With Secretary Kim crouched in an M before him, he pressed his cum-slicked cock against her pink lips. Then he answered the call.
“Hello.”
Secretary Kim gripped Han-seok's thighs and, on her own initiative, began licking his cock clean of the drying semen with her tongue. Keeping perfectly silent while she did it — that was Secretary Kim's trademark professionalism. Even as she cleaned her boss's cock, her hips wouldn't stop quivering. From her pussy, the thick white liquid still pooled deep inside her was making a second slow escape.
“Nothing much. Why?”
“It's nothing big. The guys from high school are getting together tomorrow evening — like a reunion thing. So, uh… wanna come? Everyone's been saying they want to see you.”
The rough hand clutching the smartphone trembled ever so slightly.
It's all going according to plan.
It wasn't rage he felt. It was something closer to euphoria.
All he had said was that they should stop.
“Has this little bastard lost his mind? Hey. Say that again.”
“You should stop. All of this tormenting kids. It's a game to you, but the ones taking the hits are actually hurting. And you're getting in the way of everyone else's studying, too.”
Ahn Sung-chul and his lackeys glared at Han-seok.
“This fucker's lost it.”
Han Dong-jin grabbed Han-seok by the collar. Ahn Sung-chul gave a small nod of approval.
“Well, well. Look at the big hero over here. Hm?”
Jang Min-jun, lounging beside them, rose from his chair, clapping slowly.
“Wow, holy shit. He's insane. Lee Han-seok. This crazy bastard. Fucking badass, honestly. Hm?”
He strolled over and shoved Dong-jin aside, releasing the collar he'd been gripping. Han-seok didn't look away from Jang Min-jun's eyes. His fists clenched.
“Min-jun. Sung-chul. Your fathers are famous men. If word gets out that you're doing this, it could reflect badly on them.”
Jang Min-jun stared into Han-seok's eyes for a long moment, then spoke.
“Hey, I think I get it now. Sung-chul.”
“What. Get off, you bitch. You're heavy.”
Ahn Sung-chul shoved away the girl perched on his lap. Jang Min-jun tilted his head slightly.
“This bastard's got a thing for Jin-ah, doesn't he? I heard they were close back in middle school. Keeps his head down like a dead mouse most days — but then the rumor starts going around that you fucked her, and suddenly he's got opinions. We left you alone because you actually studied, and now you think you're somebody, don't you, our little Han-seok?”
“Jin-ah didn't do anything wrong either. What has she done to deserve this? You're tormenting her just because your girlfriend doesn't like her, Sung-chul. That's the whole reason.”
“You little shit.”
Ahn Sung-chul stood and drove his foot into Han-seok's stomach.
Crash.
Han-seok slammed into a desk and went sprawling across the floor. The front door of the classroom opened and the teacher walked in.
“Math period, right?”
“Yes, sir~.”
A student in the front row answered. The pack clustered at the back rose lazily and drifted back to their seats.
Ahn Sung-chul, third-generation heir of the Cheonseong Group chaebol. Jang Min-jun, the late-born youngest son of a three-term National Assembly lawmaker. They were the kind of students even the teachers didn't dare reprimand. And Ahn Sung-chul, who held the student council presidency on top of it all, was quite literally the school's untouchable power.
From that day on, the entire student body began ostracizing Han-seok.
“Good morning.”
Han-seok walked into the office carrying two cups of coffee.
“Morning already, Secretary Kim?”
“Yes, sir. Thank you.”
Secretary Kim, already at her desk, stood to accept the coffee.
“The bed came?”
“Pardon? Yes. It arrived early this morning — I had it set up in your office before you got in.”
“That sofa was a bit cramped yesterday, wasn't it.”
“You did order a big one, after all.”
“Did you try it out?”
“What? Me? Why would I— you weren't even here, sir. I could hardly be the first one lying on the bed my boss ordered.”
“So you did try it. How was it?”
“…It was really soft,” Secretary Kim admitted, sheepishly.
“What's this?”
Han-seok nudged his chin toward a document envelope on the desk.
“It came by registered mail earlier. Addressed to you, sir.”
“Hmm.”
The sender was the informant he'd hired to run the investigation. While Secretary Kim took a sip of her iced americano and got to work, Han-seok stood beside her, watching.
“…Is something wrong?”
Sensing something off, she glanced up at him.
“There's something I want to ask you.”
“Hah. Don't tell me this is another round of sexual harassment like last time — you wanting to ask about my nipples again?”
“No. No. Of course not.”
“Then what is it?”
“Do you run cold by any chance?”
“What? No, not really. The office isn't cold, is it?”
The heating was working well, and despite the winter outside, the office was comfortably warm. Secretary Kim had hung her black suit jacket on the coat rack and was wearing only her white shirt.
Han-seok set his coffee down, came around behind her seated form, and began unbuttoning her shirt one button at a time.
“You can't possibly mean to do it here. Last time we did it here, you pressed my chest against that floor-to-ceiling window and took me from behind — and my breasts were freezing, in case you were wondering. And I'm in the middle of working, if you don't mind.”
“'In the middle of working,' she says — very honest of you. And if I wanted that, I'd have taken you to the bed. We need to break in the new one anyway.”
“Then what are you doing?”
“Hmm. This isn't working. Take off your shirt and bra.”
“You hesitated a bit at first, but now you just come right out and say it, don't you.”
Secretary Kim shrugged off her shirt and unclasped her bra. Large, beautifully shaped breasts spilled into view. From behind her, Han-seok seized them in his big hands, her nipples caught between his fingers.
“What are you doing?”
“Just felt like touching them.”
“How refreshingly honest of you.”
Han-seok kneaded her breasts slowly. When he pinched her nipples between thumb and forefinger, he could feel them stiffening, little by little.
“Keep working.”
“How is my boss sexually harassing me and me getting work done supposed to go together?”
“With your abilities? I'm sure you'll manage.”
“Sir, there's something I'd like to ask.”
“Anything.”
“Yesterday — you did take your contraceptive, didn't you?”
“Of course. I have no intention of getting you pregnant either, Secretary Kim. You need to be working for me.”
“You promise?”
“I suppose my teasing went too far. From now on, if I've taken it, I'll tell you.”
“Because that… doing that is part of the job too, so I'll be treating it strictly as work from now on.”
Han-seok kneaded her breasts in slow circles as he spoke.
“Mm. So no more getting worked up and begging me to cum inside, or drinking down every last drop of semen without being told. Is that it?”
“That's right. I'll only do what I'm instructed to. Just watch me.”
“I see. So you're saying you're good at whatever you're ordered to do.”
“Well. That was the contract from the start, wasn't it.”
“Then work like that until quitting time today.”
“…I'm sorry?”
“Topless, just like that, all day. Having you take everything off down below too would be pushing it.”
“…Understood.”
“Carry on, then.”
Han-seok picked up the document envelope and disappeared into his office. Secretary Kim rested her heavy breasts on the desk and returned to her work.
Then, as her stiffened nipple caught against the edge of the desk and sent a jolt of stimulation through her, a strange thought suddenly struck her.
He had told her, plainly, that he'd developed a drug at his company — that the purpose of sleeping with her was to verify whether his semen carried the drug's effects. The drug's development was all but complete now, and since she'd had no sexual experience before him, she would naturally be having sex with him many times going forward. She'd found his explanation reasonable enough — that she should get accustomed to it in advance — and so she had given him her body.
But then what was the point of this — working half-naked like this? It had nothing to do with receiving his semen at all, did it?
“This won't do.”
She shot up from her chair and headed straight for Han-seok's office.