Breast Milk Extraction Experiment 2 / Ban Do-ah's Growing Addiction
"Nngh."
Do-ah bit down on her lower lip and squeezed both of her breasts tight in her hands. Han-seok and Secretary Kim were nursing noisily at either nipple, while the white semen she'd just climaxed out of was dribbling from her hole and slowly filling the plastic cup set on the floor between her legs.
Finally the two of them pulled their lips away.
"Go on, Do-ah. Try squeezing."
"Hnng."
At Han-seok's words, she squeezed out at her breasts, nipples still stiff and swollen—but no more milk came.
Han-seok checked the phone in his hand. "About two minutes after taking the load, give or take."
Secretary Kim wiped her mouth. "Boss, this actually tastes like breast milk, you know."
"And how would you know what breast milk tastes like?"
"I've had my cousin's before."
"...What?"
"Don't look at me like that. She gave birth recently, and she pumps and stores it to feed the baby. I got curious, caught a drop on the back of my hand, and tried it. Just once."
"...Take this to Eun-ha, would you."
"Yes, sir. Do-ah, one moment, please."
Secretary Kim took the cup of milk and semen and headed for the office door, poking her bare head out into the hallway.
"Unnie? Eun-ha unnie."
After the few threesomes they'd shared lately, "Dr. Jang" had somehow melted into something far more familiar. Jang Eun-ha came over and accepted the cup, and Secretary Kim returned to the bed, where Han-seok and Do-ah climbed down from the mattress. He had Do-ah kneel in front of him, and Secretary Kim naturally settled to her knees beside her.
"Both of you, just a little this way. You need to be in frame for the camera. There we go." He adjusted the angle slightly. "Secretary Kim, you first."
"Do-ah, you can rest while I do it. I can keep going until he cums, after all."
"I'd be grateful, but that just feels like too much of an imposition, so..."
Secretary Kim took Han-seok's cock in her hand and slipped the glans into her mouth, beginning to move her head. Beside her, Do-ah found herself wetting her lips and swallowing without meaning to.
A moment later, it was Do-ah's turn, her head bobbing as she worked the cock eagerly, saliva dripping in strings down the shaft. Secretary Kim waited at her side, giving her a meaningful look now and then.
"Next. Secretary Kim."
Do-ah let the cock slip from her mouth, and Secretary Kim snatched it up without hesitation, sucking it deep. Han-seok reached down and toyed with one of each woman's nipples between his fingers. Then Secretary Kim tilted her face up to look at him and pushed the cock deep into her throat.
"Hck."
She took it all the way to the back of her throat, then began to move. Han-seok felt his head lift involuntarily. For a long while the only sound was the wet slap of saliva being churned against his cock inside her throat.
"That's enough. Good girl. Stop."
The cock slid slowly out of her throat, thickly churned saliva stretching in a long, glistening strand behind it. Secretary Kim licked at the glans and gathered the drooping spit with her hand.
"He's about to cum, so let Do-ah have it."
She passed the cock back to Do-ah, who—as if she'd been waiting for exactly that—wrapped her lips around it at once and started bobbing her head. Both women had squirted at least once mid-blowjob, and a puddle had spread across the floor beneath them.
Knock, knock. Kang Ah-jin poked her head in.
Han-seok glanced up. "What is it?"
"There's a call for Secretary Kim unnie. Something about the car she ordered—apparently it's arrived."
"Huh? They said it'd come in the afternoon. Early, I guess."
Secretary Kim stood. "Boss, I'll pop downstairs and back."
"Go ahead."
She dressed quickly and left. Only Han-seok and Do-ah remained in the office. Han-seok spoke to the girl with his cock still between her lips.
"Spread your legs and squat down."
"Mmph."
"Now."
"Mm."
Furrowing her brow, she did as she was told, legs splayed in an M as she squatted low.
"Hands behind your back."
Do-ah put both hands behind her, and Han-seok gripped her head and began rolling his hips.
"Look at me."
Do-ah raised her eyes to his face, the cock in her mouth sliding back and forth with each thrust.
"On your first day here, you never imagined it would come to this, did you? Clock in, take your boss's load inside you, suck him off. Isn't that right, Do-ah?"
"Mmph."
She scraped her teeth along his shaft inside her mouth and screwed up her face—the expression of someone begging him to stop saying things like that.
"Ah—if only Seok-i could see you like this."
Angered, Do-ah tried to pull the cock from her mouth, but Han-seok seized her head tighter and drove his hips faster.
"Mmmph-mmph-mmph-mmph."
Obscene sounds spilled from her lips. Behind her back, her hands clawed at his arms, trying to pry them off her head, but she didn't have the strength. All Do-ah could do was glare up at him while her mouth was made to accept everything he gave her—and despite those furious eyes, drool ran freely from the corners of her lips.
Little by little, the hands gripping his arms went slack. She was still glaring at him when her hips shuddered and she squirted a fresh stream from her urethra, her pussy gushing all at once.
"Your body's honest, at least."
Han-seok pulled his cock free of her mouth.
"Pwaah. Do you have to say things like that? God, you're disgusting."
Her hips still twitching, she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Han-seok caressed her jaw.
"Keep sucking. I'm close."
She stared at the thick, angry cock just before release and swallowed hard without meaning to.
"Hurry up."
"Then stop saying weird things. Understood?"
Do-ah caught her breath, then stuck out her tongue again and began licking gently at the glans. Then, abruptly—as if something in her had snapped once more—she added, "Look, this only happens because of the drug anyway. It's not like I'm doing this because I actually like you, boss. Don't get any ideas."
"Hm?" Han-seok said. "You were happy to do it before EX74, too, weren't you?"
"That's... that was the deal from the start. That's the only reason."
Han-seok took his cock in hand and stroked it slowly. Do-ah's tongue worked busily, trying to catch the moving shaft wherever it went. He laid the glans on her tongue, and she flickered greedily at the underside.
"Then I guess you won't be doing it from tomorrow on~"
"Tch. Fine. Whatever you want."
"If you don't want to, you don't have to, Do-ah. In exchange, you'll never get to suck it again."
"No—that's not what I meant. It's not that I don't want to, it's..."
"If you like sucking my cock, then start sucking."
Do-ah's eyes were welling up. She glanced at the cock waiting in front of her lips and swallowed. Then, watching Han-seok's face carefully, she slowly opened her mouth and took him in again, and a warm, wet sensation spread across the tip of his cock.
"Look at me."
Do-ah raised her eyes to him and began moving her head again.
"Good girl."
Han-seok stroked her hair fondly. And then—
Kang Ah-jin's head poked into the office.
"Hmm? Ah-jin, what is it?"
"Can I come in?"
"Yeah, I was about to call you anyway. Take your clothes off and come here."
She stepped into the office, shedding her clothes one piece at a time. Do-ah, apparently terrified someone would steal the cock from her, was bobbing her head with renewed fervor. Naked, Ah-jin came closer.
"Ah-jin, come here and hold this cup under Do-ah's tits when she milks. No telling whether anything comes out or not."
"Yes, sir!"
She knelt beside Do-ah and held up the plastic cup.
Han-seok took hold of Do-ah's head. "Do-ah, grab your breasts."
She readied both hands to squeeze down on either breast, and Han-seok began driving his hips, pistoning into her mouth.
"I'm about to cum. It's a lot, so I'll pull out partway through."
"Mm."
She nodded.
"Ahh—here it comes."
Han-seok stopped his hips, leaving only the glans between her lips, and released. The thick cock in her mouth pulsed as she gulped it down, gulping audibly while she looked up at him. Then he drew himself out.
"Pwaah."
When she stuck out her tongue, white semen she hadn't managed to swallow dripped down. Ah-jin pressed two cups to her nipples, and Do-ah squeezed.
Ssshh—white milk streamed out.
Still stroking his dribbling cock, Han-seok spattered the rest of his seed across Ah-jin's body beside her.
"Ahhn, aah... Boss... aahhhn~"
Ah-jin's body seemed to react to the semen on contact—her nipples sprang up stiff in an instant. Do-ah pulled her semen-coated tongue back into her mouth and swallowed.
"Hnngh."
She let out a short moan and squirted, her hips jerking. Han-seok wrung the last remaining drop from his cock and flicked it onto Ah-jin as well.
"Ahhn, nngh, aahhhhnn~"
Barely managing to set down the cups of milk, Ah-jin collapsed forward onto the floor, hoisted one leg up like a bitch in heat, and sprayed out her squirt in a gush.
"Nngh, nnghah."
Her hips bucked out of her control. "Ahhn, it's too much, Bosss, ahhn."
Do-ah stared in shock. Ah-jin—a year younger than her, barely an adult—had been trained to climax like a completely broken bitch just from having semen splashed on her skin. It was another glimpse of just how twisted Lee Han-seok really was. Worse still was the way Ah-jin moaned her pleasure openly, without a trace of shame, right in front of her.
Does it... actually feel that good?
Do-ah remembered—the dizzying, unforgettable peak she'd felt when she told Han-seok in the car yesterday that she'd become his woman and he came inside her; the time she'd tried to hold back her moans in front of Secretary Kim and burst anyway. She ached for that pleasure.
It does feel good, doesn't it.
But it wasn't something she could feel anytime she wanted. All Do-ah could do on her own was pine for it. That overwhelming peak, one she'd never known in her whole life, belonged entirely to Han-seok.
Just this once.
She decided to let go of the pleasure she'd been strangling with reason—to simply accept her hips, already grinding on their own, and the mouthful of cum sitting on her tongue.
The instant she surrendered, another wave of liquid burst from her pussy, and the pleasure surged straight to her head.
"Nngh, aah, aahhn."
Do-ah threw her head back and moaned as a clear stream sprayed from her urethra. Squirting, she clutched her own breasts hard, and the milk squeezed from her nipples mixed with the clear spray from her pussy, splashing across Han-seok's legs.
"Good girl."
Han-seok smiled warmly and stroked Do-ah's head.