Threesome with Secretary Kim and Jang Eun-ha 2 / Ban Do-ah vs. Secretary Kim
Secretary Kim curled the corners of her mouth upward.
"Did you happen to send an assassin? Don't bother — that kind of thing doesn't qualify as a business expense."
Jang Eun-ha turned her head forward again and began moving her hips. His cock slid deep inside and pulled back out, over and over.
"Boss, you were so busy dragging me home and fucking me that day. While you were on the phone with my dad."
Secretary Kim glanced sideways at Eun-ha.
"Huh?"
"If you talk like that, Ha-in will get the wrong idea."
Han-seok seized Eun-ha's ass and began pounding into her furiously.
"Aaahhhnnn—! Haaang, you did it to me just like this back then too. Aaahhh!"
"Can you feel the difference now that you're on EX74?"
"Yesss. Aaahhh. It's so good. Aaahhnn!"
With every thrust of his pistoning hips, her breasts bounced with elastic, springy rhythm. Each time his cock buried itself inside her, wet, slap-slap sounds rang out as her juices sprayed.
Secretary Kim rose to her feet and came around to Han-seok's side. She reached for his nipple, and he wrapped one arm around her waist, pulling her in for a kiss.
Mwah. He broke the kiss and spoke.
"I don't trust either of you."
He pulled his cock out from inside Eun-ha's pussy, the head dragging a thick handful of her wetness from the clinging walls as it emerged.
Secretary Kim and Jang Eun-ha brought their faces to his cock on their own. The two women, bent over with their pretty asses raised high, looked like four full moons floating in the air.
Secretary Kim took the head into her mouth and began working her head. Eun-ha lapped along the shaft with her tongue beside her and murmured,
"Mmm. Really, though? Well... it did give Ahn Sung-chul one hell of a headache with this. That's the picture you want, isn't it, sunbae? Since you hate Ahn Sung-chul, who's so chummy with my father."
Han-seok rested a hand on the back of Secretary Kim's head and pistoned into her mouth. She drooled freely, making lewd, sloppy noises as she savored his cock.
"Oh? So Eun-ha trusts me?"
"How did you do it? No, wait — first, was my guess right? Why did you kill him?"
"Because he covered up his son's crimes."
"Then how?"
"I made sure a certain bottle of wine ended up in Ahn Sung-min's hands. He was shopping for a gift to give Ahn Byung-gook, you see."
"Which one was it? They're saying nothing was detected in the wine. It can't have been an ordinary poison."
"Who knows. What could it have been?"
Han-seok smirked. When he took hold of his cock, Secretary Kim opened her mouth wide. He pulled it free from her mouth-pussy and pressed it to Eun-ha's lips. She sealed her lips around it and began moving her head.
Secretary Kim looked up at him as she spoke.
"I believe you too, Boss. That you did it."
"How touching."
Han-seok caressed Secretary Kim's jaw with his large hand, then slid his thumb between her lips. She bit down on it and sucked, chok, chok, obediently. The two females bobbed their heads in earnest.
"Ah. I'm about to come. Ha-in, come here and lie down."
Secretary Kim came before him and lay down, spreading her legs.
"Eun-ha, on top."
"Sunbae, you just wanted to do this — that's why you called us, isn't it?"
Jang Eun-ha draped herself over Secretary Kim. Two wet pink pussies stacked one above the other.
Han-seok laid his heavy cock on the mound of Secretary Kim's pussy. Eun-ha, without needing to be told, brought her clitoris up against it. He moved his hips slowly, and his shaft ground between the two wet mounds, stimulating both clitorises at once.
"Aahnn."
"Haaaah."
Secretary Kim and Jang Eun-ha moaned. Their breasts pressed together, stiff nipples brushing and sliding against each other. Han-seok picked up the pace a little.
"Uuunnh."
"Haaang!"
Juices streamed steadily from both stacked holes. Han-seok slid his thick cock into Secretary Kim's lower hole, grabbed Eun-ha's ass, and fucked Secretary Kim's pussy like a dog in heat. The grip deep inside her clung so tightly it was as if her body were begging him to feed it his cum.
"I'm coming."
"Yes—! Come for us, please!"
Han-seok stopped moving and dumped his load into his exclusive cum toilet. His cock pulsed, spilling semen in thick, swallowing gulps. From Eun-ha's pussy above, her juices trickled down in a long line. Still mid-ejaculation, he yanked out and shoved himself straight into Eun-ha's pussy.
"Aaahhn!"
Jang Eun-ha threw her head back with a moan as he drove the still-spurting cock deep into her core. Below, Secretary Kim's hips bucked upward.
"Aaahhn! Boss! Aahn, you're coming, you're coming inside her!"
The pussy he'd just filled gushed white twice in heavy spurts, and at the same moment a clear stream erupted from her urethra like a fountain.
"Nnngh—! Me too. Me too. Aaah!"
Eun-ha moaned as her ass trembled. The pink flesh gripping his thick shaft convulsed and sprayed white through the gaps.
"Thought you were collecting semen? Then clamp that pussy down and don't let a drop out."
Han-seok pulled out of Eun-ha's pussy.
"Too much. Aahn. There's too much."
White fluid leaked from her hole in a long thread.
A little later, the two females were crouched down, tongues cleaning the cum-slicked cock together.
"Eun-ha, you made it produce way more cum than necessary."
"That's a good thing, isn't it?"
"I pumped that much into you and the thing still won't die. It's actually harder than before. What the hell did you do to the drug, Eun-ha?"
"A resounding success, I'd say."
"Well done, Doctor."
Secretary Kim let a long string of saliva fall from the tip of her tongue and licked along the slit at the head of his cock.
"You two each get one more load. Understood?"
Han-seok laid his hands on both women's heads. Secretary Kim and Jang Eun-ha pressed the cum-coated head between them and entwined their tongues around it like a kiss.
Two firm, springy asses knelt side by side. Beneath them sat plastic containers, and from two pussy holes at the same height, white semen drained down in unbroken threads, pooling into the vessels below.
The next day. 9:50 in the morning.
Black suit jacket, black turtleneck, jeans. Ban Do-ah stood in front of the glass door on the 21st floor — a door that would only open for a card key. Her plan was to call Secretary Kim at ten.
Ding.
The elevator stopped on the 21st floor and the doors slid open. Secretary Kim and Kang A-jin were riding inside.
"Oh?! You're here early."
"Good morning, ma'am."
"How old are you again?"
"I turn twenty this year."
"Then I'm your unnie."
Secretary Kim smiled and tapped her card key. The glass door opened, and the three of them walked down the long corridor.
"This here is Kang A-jin, our company accountant. She helps me with a lot of my work, so you two will probably end up going out on errands together. A-jin, you're nineteen, right?"
"Hello. I'm Ban Do-ah." Do-ah bowed to Kang A-jin.
"Nice to meet you. I'm Kang A-jin."
Along one side of the corridor stood a floor-to-ceiling glass wall, through which a gym and a library were visible. At the far end was a door with no window; Secretary Kim tapped her card and it opened onto a dark office.
A-jin trotted over and raised the blinds at the windows. Morning sunlight flooded the office through the floor-to-ceiling glass overlooking Seoul. The spacious room held nothing but three desks and a single dining table.
"This is your desk, Do-ah. We bought it yesterday, so it's brand new. The PC's the latest model too. And this is your card key — don't lose it."
"Yes, ma'am."
Secretary Kim showed Do-ah around the rest of the office.
"This is the boss's office. If you're ever the first one in in the morning, raise the blinds and just press the button on the robot vacuum, okay?"
"Yes, understood."
"The room at the back is a shower-slash-restroom. You can use it now and then when the boss isn't in."
"...Yes, ma'am."
"The boss gets in around eleven. He'll go over the details of your duties once he arrives. The restroom we passed in the corridor is on the left, and you've seen the library and the gym. Shall we head over? A-jin, you come too."
The three of them stepped back into the corridor and entered the gym. Ban Do-ah looked around, taking it all in.
Secretary Kim said, "Not bad, right?"
"Not bad? This is... wow."
Do-ah caught herself thinking how wonderful it would have been if her dad's gym had facilities like these.
"If you don't have anything scheduled, come work out whenever you like. There's a shower room over there too."
"There's even a boxing ring?"
"Oh, that. When the boss was scavenging secondhand equipment from a failed gym to furnish this place, he got that thrown in for free. Nobody here uses it, but the moment the word 'free' was mentioned, his eyes lit up all over again. Honestly, the man is hopeless—"
"My, my. Secretary Kim, complimenting me first thing in the morning."
The three of them whipped around in alarm. Lee Han-seok and Jang Eun-ha were standing behind them.
"Uh— Boss! No, that's not what I— you're in early today, sir."
"I slept nearby last night. And I like hopeless. What's the point of living if you're not going to live it to the desperate extreme?"
Ban Do-ah bowed at a perfect ninety degrees.
"Good morning, sir."
"Ah, yes. Good morning. This is Dr. Jang Eun-ha, our chief researcher at DB Pharmaceuticals. And this is Ban Do-ah — the bodyguard I mentioned yesterday."
The two exchanged greetings. Han-seok went on.
"I've been meaning to try out that boxing ring. Figured I'd get a look at your skills while I'm at it, Do-ah. Secretary Kim."
Secretary Kim rolled her eyes left and right, then answered cautiously. "Yes?"
"Spar with Do-ah. There are gloves and headgear right there."
"Wh-what? Me?"
"If you get hurt, I'll file it as workers' comp."
"You're joking, right?"
Han-seok scratched his temple. "Does that sound like a joke?"
"She won a boxing tournament, you know."
"Just take it easy. We only want to get a feel for it, nothing more. Do-ah, don't actually hit her — just touch, tap, that's all."
Ban Do-ah nodded. "Yes, sir."
The two women ended up shedding their jackets and climbing into the ring. Secretary Kim took off her glasses, and Do-ah fitted the headgear and gloves onto her.
Kang A-jin and Jang Eun-ha took up positions on either side of Han-seok. A-jin spoke up.
"Nice body on her, huh? Look at that ass. And those boobs, wow."
Jang Eun-ha leaned in close, lowering her voice to a whisper. "She'll be receiving your cum too, won't she?"
Han-seok ignored them both and clapped his hands.
"Secretary Kim — if you land even one hit on Do-ah within one minute, I'll send you home right now with full pay."
"Me! Me too!"
A-jin thrust her hand up beside him. Han-seok checked his watch.
"Ready? Go!"
Secretary Kim charged in immediately, swinging her glove. "Take this!"
It was less a boxing technique than the stance of a mother delivering a smack to her son's backside. Do-ah twisted lightly out of the way and gave Secretary Kim's stomach a flick of a touch.
"Ugh."
Secretary Kim clutched her belly and doubled over.
"Don't be dramatic," Han-seok chuckled.
"I'm not being dramatic, it hurts! Take this—! Hiyaaaah!"
Secretary Kim kept up the act of being hurt, waiting for the moment Do-ah would let her guard down — then charged at her, both arms windmilling like a waterwheel. Do-ah, expressionless, deflected her arm off to the side with a light push; the instant Secretary Kim staggered off balance, Do-ah gave her head a gentle tap.
"Ugh."
Secretary Kim lost her footing and hit the mat flat on her back.
"One minute. Time."
Ban Do-ah helped Secretary Kim to her feet.
"Are you all right?"
"Yes, yes. You're very good."
Do-ah unstrapped Secretary Kim's gloves and headgear for her. Kang A-jin raised her hand next to Han-seok.
"I—I'll do it! Going home early. Going home early!"
"Sure, A-jin, give it a go."
Secretary Kim and Kang A-jin brushed past each other in the ring.
While A-jin put on the gloves and headgear, Secretary Kim came to Han-seok's side.
"You okay?"
At his question, Secretary Kim pushed her horn-rimmed glasses up her nose.
"Boss?"
"Hmm?"
She leaned in and whispered, barely audible.
"Please fuck that girl. Soon."