Three Loads Deep — Go Min-jeong's Night
In the jacuzzi just outside the hotel room, a fairly spacious tub, four people soaked in the steam, entirely naked.
Lee Jong-man, Jin Hyun-woo, Choi Won-sung, and Go Min-jeong.
The water level was such that Min-jeong's nipples, as she sat in the jacuzzi, broke the surface for a moment before slipping back beneath it.
Hot steam rose from the water in lazy curls.
Lee Jong-man, looking every bit a man in his late twenties, spoke up.
"So, Min-jeong, you're twenty-two?"
Min-jeong nodded with a shy smile.
"Younger than our Su-min."
Jin Hyun-woo asked, "How old is Su-min?"
"Twenty-three."
"Already? Right, you did marry early. Around the same time Min-jun did, wasn't it?"
Jong-man turned to Min-jeong. "I suppose I should call you Min-jeong like a daughter from now on, not 'Min-jeong-sshi.'"
Hyun-woo and Won-sung chuckled beside him.
Min-jeong laughed awkwardly.
"So you two are both friends of the Managing Director?"
"That's right. Since high school," Hyun-woo said with a nod.
Before coming here, Min-jeong had searched the two men online. Both had plenty of photos popping up.
"Wow. Neither of you looks it at all."
Her eyes darted between the three men.
Hyun-woo snickered. "This lawyer here took BD200, so he looks like he's in his twenties. As for me, I got another BD40 just the other day—my third shot. Still, I read as thirties, right? Don't believe me? I've always had an old face. And this bastard Won-sung—if he hadn't blown everything on stocks and crypto, he'd have gotten at least two shots, minimum. Honestly, a Managing Director ought to take better care of himself. Tsk tsk."
Won-sung heaved a sigh. "Hey, how am I supposed to afford it alone? You have to get it for the whole family. Then one BD40 shot isn't just 200 million, it's 200 million times four. And the Director only just made the position, anyway. Before that I was groveling under my cousin's thumb like a dog."
He grumbled on, and Jong-man glanced at his phone contacts and said, "Min-jeong came here because she wants to play with us old fossils, right? If I paid her for it, that'd get weird. This isn't some business entertainment. Isn't that so?"
"...Yes."
"I'm just going to recommend your company's equipment to the doctors in my contacts, since Won-sung says the products are good. At least three of them will buy."
Min-jeong's face lit up with surprise beside him.
"If they decide to buy, I'll give you their numbers, and you can work your magic. Let me say it again—I'm not giving you a handout, right?"
"No. I'll be selling on my own merit."
"Good girl."
Jong-man laughed heartily.
Won-sung added, "Three? Probably more. There are plenty of doctors itching to upgrade their equipment to what we carry but hesitating over the price. One word from you, and even if they don't buy today, they'll buy eventually."
Hyun-woo fiddled with his phone beside them. "Funny thing—there's a plastic surgeon's son in my congregation, and an elder's son just opened his own practice. They'd already been sounding me out. The moment Won-sung's name came up, they were asking for his contact info. Solmin Medical makes quality products, they say?"
Jong-man set his phone down and slid over next to Min-jeong in the water. He took her arm and drew it down between his legs.
Min-jeong gripped his cock like a joystick and began stroking up and down.
He looked pleased with himself, wrapping an arm around her shoulders, and pinched and rolled her nipples between his fingers before kissing her. Min-jeong mingled her tongue with his, practiced and easy.
Hyun-woo and Won-sung, watching from the side, exchanged a glance and smiled.
When the kiss finally broke with a wet sound, Min-jeong's nipples stood stiff and swollen.
Jong-man rose from the tub. His beer belly—earned through drink and meat—hung above a small cock that seemed to have shrunk even as the rest of him grew younger with the injections.
Min-jeong took it in her hand and stroked it.
Hyun-woo stood as well and moved to the opposite side of Jong-man. An average-sized cock, studded with beaded implants.
Min-jeong held one cock in each hand, pumping them both, then took Jong-man's into her mouth and began to suck.
Won-sung came around in front of her and fondled her breasts.
Min-jeong was busy, alternating between the two cocks with her mouth.
Jong-man's eyes met Won-sung's.
"Min-jeong."
"Yes?"
"Give your Director's a suck too."
Won-sung rose from the water. A thin, zucchini-like cock came into view.
Min-jeong showed a flicker of surprise at its size before her face settled into quiet resignation. Both her hands were occupied, so she simply opened her mouth, as if to say he'd have to put it in himself.
Won-sung took his cock in hand and pressed it to the young woman's lips. She closed her mouth around the glans.
She worked both cocks with her hands while her head bobbed over the third.
Won-sung marveled at the woman's mouth. "Ah. Nice."
The three old friends laughed together.
On the bed, the wrapper of an EX69 packet lay torn open.
"Oh, right—did Su-min ever become a lawyer?" Pastor Hyun-woo asked, feeding his cock into Min-jeong's mouth.
Min-jeong lay face-down on the bed, her body rocking with the force of Jong-man pounding into her from behind, sucking the cock in her mouth on instinct.
The beads inside didn't feel great against her tongue.
"What do you mean, 'did she become a lawyer'? It's been over a year."
"At that age? Didn't she graduate high school and university early?"
"Takes after her mother. Sharp as a tack."
Jong-man's mouth curled into a smirk.
"Wow. So the firm's got itself the next 'Lee' in Jang-Lee-Sung Law," Hyun-woo fawned, and Jong-man grabbed a fistful of Min-jeong's ass as he retorted, "Cut the crap. Hey—she already left with her classmates and founded her own firm."
"What? Isn't staying with Jang-Lee-Sung better for her?"
"Ugh. The girl doesn't listen. Doesn't. Listen. All she's ever done is study—too soft-hearted for her own good. Walks around like she's some human-rights lawyer saving the poor and downtrodden."
"It's rough out there for lawyers these days, isn't it? AI handles most of the routine work anyway."
"Let her be. Once she's suffered out there on her own, she'll come crawling back and learn how warm her father's arms are."
"And when she does, treat her warm and kind, like the prodigal son in the Bible."
Hyun-woo laughed.
Jong-man, irritated now, seized Min-jeong's slender waist and drove into her hard.
"Aaaahhhnn~"
Min-jeong honestly felt little, but she knew perfectly well that men loved it when you moaned for a hard pounding.
"Min-jeong, be my daughter. Yeah?"
"Haaah~"
She answered with a moan.
Behind them, Won-sung kept his own arousal up by stroking himself back and forth while filming with his phone. He'd found just the right angle—faces of the other men safely out of frame.
Jong-man climbed off the bed and swapped places with Hyun-woo. Jong-man fed her his thumb-sized cock, while Hyun-woo pushed his beaded shaft into her pussy.
"Ah-haahnn~"
Min-jeong moaned, mouth falling open.
Hyun-woo began to piston. "Haa. Haa. Haa. Haa."
Her moans came ragged, strained.
"Suck."
"Mmph."
She wrapped her lips around Jong-man's cock.
"Ah. Should I get the surgery too?" Jong-man mused.
"Do it. Look at this—Min-jeong loves it."
Hyun-woo hammered away at a woman young enough to be his daughter, met for the first time today.
"Mmmuuuooohh~"
Min-jeong moaned around Jong-man's cock.
"Introduce me to that hospital?"
"I'll text you the number later."
The truth was, the beaded cock only hurt her. It looked grotesque too, and even as it thrust into her, she couldn't muster much enjoyment.
Jong-man asked, "Your daughter's still set on being a nun?"
"Don't get me started. She genuinely believes in God. Drives me crazy."
"Sounds better than you."
Hyun-woo turned to Won-sung, still filming. "Won-sung. You not taking a turn?"
"Was just getting to it."
Won-sung stopped recording and climbed onto the bed. Hyun-woo slid beneath the prone Min-jeong, grabbed her breasts, and lapped at her nipples.
Won-sung rubbed his thick cock against her hole, then pushed in with one slow stroke.
"Aaaahn~"
Mouth full of Jong-man's cock, she opened wide and moaned.
Every time Won-sung's old zucchini of a cock pistoned through her, arousal that had never surfaced before began dripping from her onto the bed in fat drops.
Jong-man asked, "You've reeled in plenty of women, haven't you?"
"Huh? Nah. This is a first for me, actually."
"Really? Don't you see her at the office all the time?"
"Nah, we haven't known each other long."
Every thrust of that thick cock stirred a pleasure in Min-jeong she'd never felt with any other man.
"Hnngh."
A moan slipped from her lips before she could stop it. Through the whole pounding she tried to hide it, but her body betrayed her—moaning, licking at Jong-man's cock with her tongue.
Jong-man brought up a new topic. "What was it Ju-hee's been doing these days?"
"Doing? What else. Wasting away in her room."
"Didn't you say she started streaming? Gaming broadcasts."
"That IS the wasting away. A year at it and she can't crack fifty viewers. Told her to quit just the other day and she threw a fit."
"Hey. Tell her to keep at it. Ju-hee's got a pretty face. Who knows—she might blow up someday. I've got clients in streaming, big names, and their revenue is no joke."
"That'll be the day."
The truth was, Jong-man was one of the most devoted viewers of Ju-hee's sub-fifty-viewer stream—he simply couldn't bring himself to tell his friend "your daughter's stream is awesome," so he kept playing dumb.
"Hey, my turn. I'm about to bust. Ah... our Min-jeong's really growing on me."
Won-sung drew his cock out slowly. Jules of arousal streamed from her gaping hole.
"Min-jeong, lie down over here."
Jong-man laid her out on the bed and spread her legs. Settling between her thighs, he pushed his small cock into the hole slick and soaked with fluids and began to move his hips.
Hyun-woo moved up by her head and pressed his cock to her lips. She took it in hand without being told and tongued the glans.
The rhythmic slap of flesh filled the bedroom until, finally, Jong-man drove his hips in as deep as he could.
"Ah!"
"Aaahn~"
As a courtesy, Min-jeong arched her back and faked a trembling climax.
When he finished, Jong-man pulled out. White semen leaked from her hole.
"Ah. That's the stuff."
He climbed off the bed and headed for the shower.
Hyun-woo was between her legs a moment later. Without hesitation he shoved his cock into the cum-dripping pussy.
"Ahh~!"
The pastor's hips slammed furiously. He rutted like a dog, and the slapping echo filled the room.
"I'm cumming."
"Haaah~"
She nodded.
"Ah!"
With a short, strangled groan he dumped his load deep inside her.
"Ah, fucking slut. Ah... so fucking good."
Hyun-woo squeezed his eyes shut and rolled his hips, savoring the aftershocks. Reluctantly, he gave her nipple one last long suck, then withdrew from her pussy. With a wet pop, his cock slipped free and white semen oozed out after it.
"Won-sung, this girl—hallelujah, seriously."
Swinging his sunflower-studded, cum-slicked cock, Hyun-woo strolled out to the jacuzzi and sank into the water.
Go Min-jeong and Choi Won-sung remained in the bedroom.
Min-jeong lay catching her breath, and Won-sung said gently, "You worked hard."
"Heheh."
She smiled weakly. White cum was still trickling from her pussy.
Won-sung pulled a few tissues from the box.
"Stay still. I'll clean you up."
He climbed onto the bed.
"Aren't you going to finish too, Director?" Min-jeong asked.
Won-sung blinked in surprise. "I'm allowed to cum?"
"Well. Is round two or round three any different? While you're at it, might as well."
"Don't mind if I do."
He set the tissues aside and moved between her legs. She spread her own legs like a plucked chicken and held them up with both hands.
Won-sung took his considerable cock in hand and slapped it against her mound. Another spurt of cum leaked from inside her.
He rubbed the glans against her hole, then pushed his hips forward without hesitation, sinking in to the root.
"Mmm."
Afraid he might notice something, Min-jeong kept her lips pressed shut, swallowing her moans. But the feeling of being filled so completely gave her a deep, quiet satisfaction.
"I'll make it quick."
"Take your time."
Won-sung began to move. Each thrust ground through her, and cum-mixed fluids seeped out around his cock with every stroke.
"Ah. I'm cumming."
"Yes."
He pushed in to the very hilt.
"Ah-haahn~"
Min-jeong's back arched off the bed.
She was falling, without meaning to, for the taste of a middle-aged Managing Director's cock.
