The Game
"Nngh..."
"Don't cry. I'm just trying to finish this quickly."
"Y-you mean it?"
Sul-ah nodded and lifted her legs. Her knees pressed up against those enormous breasts, the soles of her feet pointed high toward the ceiling. I turned her hips and pulled her ass out past the edge of the sofa.
"Hold your legs tight."
"Yes."
I stepped down from the sofa and planted both arms vertically against it to brace myself. Then I drove my cock all the way into her pussy — deep, to the hilt.
She clutched her own two legs, pinned beneath me, and let out a rough, broken moan. Those two massive breasts that had spilled free heaved up and down in great, rolling waves. The head of my cock, having already arrived at her womb, moved without rest, slapping against the mouth of her uterus again and again.
"Alright. Now beg."
"Nnh. Hah. B-beg for what?"
"Ask for my cum."
Her eyes went wide. Then, making no attempt to hide the unease on her face, she asked in a trembling voice,
"Y-you're not... nnh. G-going to cum inside, are you?"
"Are you refusing me right now?"
"Th-that's not it, but... ah. Nnh. Please... just not that..."
Without stopping the rock of my hips, I lowered my head and looked her straight in the eye. She turned her face away.
She really was a difficult woman to handle. If it hadn't been for that video, just getting her on her back would have taken forever. Anyway, once things got to this point, there was only one method left. The same one I'd used earlier. Hope, and a choice.
"Then let's play a game. How about it?"
"...What kind of game?"
"You ride me and work that ass for ten minutes. If you can make me cum in that time, I'll pull out and finish outside."
She swallowed dryly. Those eyes that had been avoiding mine the whole time now locked onto me.
"And if I go over that time...?"
"Then I cum inside, however I want. Deal?"
She fell into thought. But that moment lasted only a fraction of a second. Time was short, and she didn't have the luxury of deliberating at length. More than anything, even if she refused, it wasn't as if I wouldn't cum inside anyway. The pitiful look vanished completely from her face. In its place, a face full of determination accepted the terms with a calm, even voice.
"Alright."
She'd seen enough of me keeping my promises that she didn't bother asking for confirmation. Instead, with a very serious expression, she rose, climbed onto the sofa, and straddled me. She wrapped her arms around my neck and started bouncing her ass in big, heavy motions. Flesh met flesh in a tantalizing almost-collision, vanishing and returning, and in between her mouth opened and closed several times.
She's thinking it over, huh.
How to get me off as fast as possible. But the only sex this woman had ever had in her entire life was the kind meant for making babies. No matter how hard she racked her brains, there was a clear limit. And her choice? Obvious. She just kissed me, deep and thick.
I could feel a fairly earnest effort in the way she moved. If until now her attitude had been passive or lukewarm, now she was coming at me with real aggression, charging in head-on.
But that's not going to be enough.
At this rate, unless something major changed, I could easily last twenty or thirty minutes. She shook her ass with everything she had, sucking on my lips and tongue with wet, smacking kisses, and it wasn't until more than seven minutes had passed that she finally realized the truth. No matter how obscenely she worked her hips, no matter how lewdly she moved her tongue, it wasn't going to be enough to get me off.
Still, she didn't stop. Defeat was written thick across her face, but she gave it everything she had until the end.
"You want to win?"
"......."
"Want a hint?"
"Please."
Not a shred of hesitation. The kind of attitude that throws away every little thing for the sake of the goal... What a magnificent woman. Then how about I drop a hint that's also a trap?
"It's simple. Men don't cum from physical sensation alone. The mental side has a huge effect too."
"For example?"
"The filthy things women say during sex. That stuff fires up a man's imagination and hits him hard. Literally makes him cum easy."
Her eyes started rolling fast. Then they lit up. Meaning she'd figured out what I was getting at. But maybe it was a little too soon for her to actually go through with it. She opened her mouth for a moment, but no voice came out. Then I'd better help her along.
"We're almost out of time. Less than two minutes left."
She swallowed hard. She understood this wasn't a situation she could drag out any longer. She grabbed those big tits of hers, one in each hand, and spoke while rocking her hips.
"Ah. Nnh. P-please cum... hah. Inside Sul-ah...!"
Smart girl. Figuring out right away what I wanted most. Thanks to that, my cock surged with a fresh pulse of strength, swelling huge inside her pussy. She was so focused on me that she didn't miss even that small change, and her face immediately brightened.
Still not enough, though. I'd teach her. So that those plump, attractive lips of hers would spit out vulgar, even filthier words instead of refined ones.
"Whose cum do you want?"
"Inside Sul-ah... hah. M-Master's cum... ah. Ahh. I-I want you to cum!!"
Good. But a little more.
"I taught you yesterday what you're supposed to say! Use it!! Shout it loud!!"
She took a deep breath. Then she squeezed her eyes shut and screamed — loud enough to shake the room.
"In the CEO of KUC Food... K-Kang Sul-ah's bitch cunt, please dump Master's load!!!"
Heh heh heh. Very good. That voice just now might even have been audible outside. Of course, a CEO's office usually has decent soundproofing, so they probably couldn't make out exactly what she said... but they'd think something was off.
I looked at her. She was staring straight at me, still shaking her ass with everything she had, repeating those low-class words I'd taught her through that pretty mouth.
"P-please...! Hah. Nnh. In Kang Sul-ah's bitch cunt... c-cum already, Master...!"
I pulled her in and held her tight. Then I patted her back.
"Huh?"
"You did well. But... time's up."
"Ah..."
Her head drooped. She'd given it everything she had, one way or another, but in the end she'd failed. The only thing I could say to her in that moment was this.
"Sorry."
But she shook her head. A bitter smile rose to her lips, yet she was a person of enough stature to accept defeat. There wasn't the slightest hint of resentment or accusation toward me on her face. She simply accepted, fully, that she had lost.
I stood up. Then she lay back on the sofa, spread her legs wide to either side, and opened her arms to me.
"Come here."
"You sure?"
"Heh. Don't say things you don't mean, Master. A game is a game. It was a fair contest, and I lost, so accepting that is only natural."
It wasn't actually a fair contest, but... if she was an amateur, I was a worn-out professional. How could a match between a woman who'd just dusted off the cobwebs after seventeen years and a man who'd been doing this for over twenty possibly be fair and square? Even if we'd kept going, she would have finished first, long before I did. But contests are always unfair. And there was no way she didn't know that.
She continued with a small smile.
"I lost. The responsibility for that is entirely mine, so please don't trouble yourself over it, Master..."
"Alright."
I approached her. I pressed my cock, swollen to the point of bursting, against that lewd, dripping pussy. Her hole was completely melted, soaking the sofa beneath her, and when it saw my cock it clenched and unclenched with naked joy. I pushed all the way in. She let out a short moan and pulled me into her arms, and then our lips met.
The chairman was supposed to be arriving soon, wasn't he? Then there was no point dragging this out. Straight to it. No holding back — this was going to be breeding sex, purely for the purpose of getting her pregnant.
I adjusted my stance and started slamming my hips at nearly top speed. Beneath that merciless motion, Sul-ah, pinned underneath, let out filthy moans and gasped roughly.
"Nnh. Hah. Haah. Ah... M-Master... i-it's too hard...!"
"Just hold on a little! Your father's coming soon, right?"
She nodded. The way she looked up at me, holding me tight, was so lovely. Especially those eyes. How did a woman with such deer-like eyes end up as a company CEO...
"Ah. Hah. Y-you have to cum soon... i-if you're late it's dangerous...!"
She gripped her own thighs, spread wide to either side, with both arms so I could thrust comfortably. Thanks to that, every time I drove my cock down from above, those two enormous mounds plunged toward the sofa and bounced back up, and from her hole lewd juices sprayed in every direction, putting her condition on spectacular display. Sul-ah herself was right on the edge of climax. She stuck out her curled tongue and started reciting the lines I'd taught her in the filthiest voice.
"P-pleeease...! Hah. Nnh. Master's cum... hah. Fill my womb...!"
"Ah. Hah. I-into Sul-ah's filthy bitch cunt... give me your cum already...!"
"The thick stuff... shoot it in, psshh psshh...♥"
She was getting better by the second. A woman who'd made it to the top really was different somehow. Thanks to that, the urge to cum built fast. I felt like I could finish any second. Well, I'd already won the game. Might as well cum in a good mood, then?
I put even more force into every collision of my cock. I battered that still-clenched womb entrance like I meant to smash it open. And when the climax hit its limit, I pressed the head of my cock against the mouth of her womb like a kiss, and—
"Get pregnant...! Take a full load of cum and have my kid...!"
Brrrt. Brrrrt. Brrt.
A long, satisfying release followed. The thought that she might get pregnant from the load I'd just dumped in her only doubled the feeling. The CEO of a company, popping ovulation inducers, getting her womb pounded in the filthiest sex, and then getting pregnant... Damn. That almost made me want to go another round right then and there.
But there was no time. The chairman would show up in about fifteen minutes. He was punctual as a blade, so the margin of error would be a minute at most.
"Heeehh... I'm cummiiing...! The C...EO of KUC Food... Kang Sul-ah... is getting pregnant as she cuuums...♥"
Looks like she came properly. The way her eyelids trembled and the whites of her eyes showed nearly halfway said it all. I pulled my cock out of that wide-open, filthy hole. With a wet gush, semen dripped onto the floor. And as if that weren't enough, her pussy kept twitching.
Realizing what that meant, I quickly grabbed a cup from the table. The moment I got it underneath her, our dear CEO started dribbling a stream of yellow piss.
"Sul-ah, you should be thanking me."
If she'd pissed on the floor like that, we'd have had to give up on cleaning it in time. Even at those words, the woman just lay there, completely out of it. I wasn't sure she'd even be able to get up on schedule.
I moved her to the inner bedroom and cleaned up with practiced efficiency. First I opened the windows to air the place out, then quickly dealt with the love juices that had sprayed in every direction. Then I pulled a bottle of perfume from my pocket and spritzed.
The perfume's... empty.
Time to go see Do-hyang. But I still had things to do, so I'd put that off a bit.
After finishing the cleanup, I had about five minutes left. I slapped Sul-ah's cheek a few times, and fortunately she hadn't completely passed out — she came back to her senses quickly. By the time she'd pulled a fresh outfit from the closet and finished a speed-run of her makeup, word came that the chairman had arrived on the first floor.
Which meant it was time for me to make my exit.
"I'm heading out!"
"Ah. Y-you coward...! You start all this and then run off by yourself?!"
"Want me to stay? You'll just look more suspicious."
She scrunched up her face. It wasn't like I was wrong. But just accepting it like that seemed to wound her pride considerably. She finished her lips in a hurry and shouted,
"You're supposed to be my Master?! If you're the Master, then take responsibility to the end like a Master should! What kind of Master does this!!"
Heh heh heh. She must be in a real hurry. The way she was talking back like that, she'd even forgotten she was the one being blackmailed. Anyway, there was absolutely nothing to gain from me meeting the chairman. I put on an apologetic face and made a heart with one hand.
"Sorry — take this as an IOU! I'll call you tonight!"
Then I bolted out of the CEO's office. I suddenly felt a gaze and turned my head — one of the secretaries was looking at me with a peculiar expression. Guess I had to assume we'd been found out. And one more thing that turned that suspicion into certainty.
"Don't!"
It was very quiet, but I heard it clearly. Sul-ah's shout. Then we'd definitely been overheard. I should probably say something.
As I headed down through the emergency exit, I left Sul-ah a text.
Heh heh. This really is fun. No matter what happens later, I have to come back. To fill Sul-ah's womb nice and full with my seed...! What kind of face she'll make when she greets me... just imagining it is already a delight.