A Woman Who Needs Regular Stepping On: Kang Sul-ah
A rustle of paper.
The room was steeped in a hush that seemed severed from the very flow of time. In a place where no sound could be heard save the occasional whisper of a turning page, a woman sat meticulously reviewing the documents spread across her desk.
Her face showed no flicker of expression, as mechanical as if she had lost the very capacity for feeling — and yet she was beautiful, like a single blossom in bloom. Slender yet long eyebrows; eyes and a nose so finely set they seemed carved by a god's attentive hand; and below, the finishing touch of full, plump lips. Each time she moved her head, her black hair — falling all the way to her chest — swayed lightly, and the large breasts beneath swung left and right in a slow pendulum.
But this silence, which had seemed as though it might last forever, had reached its end. A sudden change. A small vibration broke the stillness.
Bzzz.
The woman pulled her phone from beneath the pile of documents and glanced at the screen with an indifferent face, wondering who it could be. Then, in that instant, life flooded her features. Like a flower unfurling its buds in sunlight, a faint flush rose across her pale white skin. Her brow, however, furrowed considerably. After a moment's hesitation with her finger poised, she answered the call.
"Are you busy, Madam CEO?"
"No. My phone was buried under a pile of documents... it just took me a moment to find it."
"...You really are busy, then. I was hoping I might at least get to see your face."
The woman glanced over the documents laid out before her. There was certainly a great deal of work. A mountain of it, even. Ordinarily, she should have drawn a firm line and said she couldn't meet. So why was she hesitating?
Over the three days this man hadn't come, she had thought a great deal on her own. She had judged the matter coldly, rationally. And the conclusion she reached was that things could not continue like this.
I am the CEO of a company. He and I have known each other for barely a week. Even if the beginning was unusual, I cannot keep being led around like this forever. Whether it had been an unavoidable situation or because my heart was drawn to him — the relationship between us needs to change.
That's right. It needs to become a more equal relationship.
The woman chewed her lower lip slightly, then released it and spoke.
"Um... I'm sorry. I'm actually rather busy. Where are you, by the way?"
Then the door burst open and a man walked in. A tall man with such a youthful face it was hard to believe he was in his forties — the person who had lately been throwing her heart, no, her entire life, into turmoil. He waved with a bright smile and said,
A faint look of joy surfaced on the woman's face as she greeted me. It was such a minuscule change you wouldn't have caught it unless you were watching for it — but I'd already gotten a decent read on Sul-ah as a person, so I could tell easily enough that even that much expression meant she was quite taken with me.
So she'd been hoping I'd contact her all along.
This was the time for some sweet talk. And I mean the real thing.
I approached Sul-ah slowly. Since it might feel overwhelming if I just went in for a hug after so long, I first took her by the back of the hand and let the gesture carry naturally into an embrace. Then a single line.
"I tried my best to hold out, you know. But I missed you so much I just ended up coming."
At my words, the woman tried to compose her delighted feelings as she spoke — as if she hadn't wanted to see me at all and was only reluctantly accepting this.
"I asked you to wait just one week, and you couldn't even last that long? It's only been three days."
"What? You didn't miss me, Sul-ah?"
"I don't know. I'm so busy I could die..."
She whipped her head away as she said it, then immediately rolled her eyes back just slightly to gauge my reaction. The way she acted was as cute as a fox.
I held her close and brought my face right up to her ear. The tip of my nose caught her distinctive, pleasant scent. Her pale white nape and the cute little ear hidden in her hair came into view. Always so appetizing, no matter how many times I looked. How did a body this succulent even exist?
I felt her body tense slightly at my approach. Not fear — an excited kind of trembling.
"We've gone so long without seeing each other. Aren't you going to kiss me?"
"I-I'll do it."
She turned her face toward me. I lowered my head slightly to meet her. The moment our eyes locked, Sul-ah squeezed hers shut as if overcome with embarrassment and pressed her lips against mine. And yet the kiss itself was thoroughly passionate. She bit my lip, released it, then pushed her tongue into my mouth, asking to be sucked.
Smack. Smooch. Smack. Smack.
The way she did it was every bit the virgin. Not quite a complete virgin, but still. In some ways, she was even worse than Min-ah. No — she couldn't be compared to Min-ah. More like Rin (So-hee)?
At any rate, the unique reactions and kiss of Kang Sul-ah, CEO of KUC Food — a woman whose inside and outside were so completely different — felt refreshingly novel after so long, and I threw myself into the kiss as well. I offered my tongue to be entwined, and reached both hands down to firmly squeeze her plump ass that looked ready to burst out of her skirt.
Nngh. That's the stuff...!
Maybe it was because I'd only been touching small butts these past few days. Gripping that massive, gym-toned ass filled me with a deep sense of abundance. Especially since Sul-ah was a woman who'd given birth to two children. And she was very tall on top of that. Among women like her, a hip this vast would be hard to find even in all of Korea. And these tits were a perfect ten, too.
I moved my right hand from back to front. Then, when I placed it over her top... holy hell. It actually didn't fit in one hand? If there was a woman you could enjoy kissing just from her ass and tits alone, that woman would be Sul-ah.
"Sul-ah."
"Smack. Smooch... Yes?"
"Wanna go a round?"
The woman's eyes rolled around. She seemed to be reviewing her day's schedule. But her calendar was packed, and her shoulders soon slumped.
"I can't... I don't have time."
But I wasn't the type to back down just because of that. I released the hug and sat in the chair. When I settled my body all the way in, I could feel a lingering warmth — she must have been sitting here working for quite a while. She really did live so diligently. I'd have loved to shake her for two or three hours, but she genuinely seemed busy, so I decided to wrap it up in one.
"You know what to do, right? Suck it."
But Sul-ah fidgeted with a troubled look, twiddling her two index fingers together.
"Um... I have a meeting in an hour. I need to prepare..."
"You're in a meeting with me right now. You're not going to suck?"
"But still..."
Oh-ho. A few days apart and she was already getting cocky? I really should have stayed a bit longer and given her a proper education.
I'd conquered countless women, and I'd taken even the proudest ones to bed and trained them. The moment I looked at her, I understood — she wanted to rise to an equal standing with me. Of course that wasn't a bad thing, but it was still too early. I needed to make her grovel a bit more first, and then, when I felt it was enough, I'd adjust things myself. In other words, it wasn't her decision to make.
She glanced at my face. I deliberately put on a slightly hardened expression, and she startled and accepted my instruction. She bent at the waist and undid my pants, pulled down my underwear, and took out my massive cock. Then — slurp, slurp...
So her head hasn't completely swollen yet.
Judging by how quickly she ducked her head again after checking my expression, there was still room for rehabilitation. Anyway, I'd been planning to end things nicely today, but she just had to make me use my hands. What to do.
Since she'd raised her head once, I absolutely had to step on her. If I left her alone, she'd think it was fine and raise it even higher next time. In that case... shall I start by making her time even tighter?
"That's enough sucking. Turn your ass this way."
"Yes."
The woman turned her body toward me and hiked her skirt up to her waist. After a moment, a jet-black pair of panties through which her bare flesh was faintly visible slowly slid down, hooked on her fingers. That was some damn sexy stripping... black panties today, huh? When they reached about her knees, she spread her legs slightly so they wouldn't go any further. The black fabric settled exactly at her knees, stretched taut left and right.
Well then, shall we have a look at the CEO's filthy hole?
I reached out. Then I grabbed her ass, still bearing the clear imprint of her panties, and spread it wide. A pleasant scent of underwear wafted faintly over, and her lewd parts slowly revealed themselves. She must have been working hard, judging by how tightly her mouth was clamped shut. Perhaps from being pressed by the panties, Sul-ah's pussy — situated below her rear hole — had its lips pressed tightly closed in a straight line. But when I spread her ass as wide as it would go, it slowly opened to reveal its pink inner flesh.
Must have been because she was a married woman. Even just looking at her pussy, it was lewder than the young ones. Especially that jet-black pubic area contrasting with the inner flesh. I raised my index finger and carefully inserted it. She twitched and trembled, and when it went in about two knuckles deep, she clenched down tight.
Pussies really are honest, aren't they.
Unlike their owners. If she just didn't get on my nerves, I'd treat her well on my own.
I immediately pulled out my cock, pressed it against the entrance, and thrust in.
"Ahh...!"
Perhaps because it had been three days since she'd tasted this massive thing, a moan burst from the woman's mouth the moment I entered. Well, of course. The whole thing was thick, but the thickest part was the head, wasn't it.
That aside, this was definitely Sul-ah. I'd clearly carved her all the way to the entrance of her womb into the shape of my cock... but as expected of a woman who'd maintained herself every single day of her life, the hole inside her pussy had already tightened back up. It would probably take quite a while to widen it all the way into her womb again.
I asked as I pushed my cock in and out of that incredibly tight pussy, ramming it wildly between those enormous ass cheeks.
"How is it? The taste of my cock? You missed this, didn't you?"
"Nnh. Hah. I-I don't know... Please finish quickly..."
"Heh heh. You're adorable. Fine, I'll just cum once and we'll be done."
"Th-thank you..."
And since they were doing it anyway, she seemed to decide to enjoy it herself, lifting her ass as she laid her upper body across the desk. Then she began panting roughly, squeezing out love juices every time I thrust into her.
Squelch, squelch. Squelch, squelch.
"Hey, Madam CEO, how is it? If it feels good you have to say so if you want this to end quickly. Tell me how another man's cock tastes."
The woman slightly raised her upper body. Then she turned her head toward me, her cheeks flushed, and spoke.
"Ahh. Nnh. I-it feels good... It feels so good Sul-ah's mind is going completely blank...!"
Then she shook her ass and begged.
"C-cum inside meee... Nnh. Hah. Fill Sul-ah's slutty cunt... with your cock-juice...!"
Khh. That's good. The dirty talk was hot, and thanks to her shaking her ass, the flesh pressed in from both sides, squeezing my cock — the sensation was incredible. But if I was going to cum, I'd need to keep thrusting for at least another thirty minutes...
After about twenty minutes, urgency rose on the woman's face. She'd finally remembered that I needed a long time of thrusting before I could finish.
"Ah. Nnh. M-Master... I really need to start preparing now. Hah. Hnnh. P-please forgive me, okay?"
Couldn't do that. My principles didn't allow it.
"I taught you this before. What did I say happens until I cum?"
"I-it doesn't end..."
The woman's face crumpled into a near-sob. She'd said she had a meeting in thirty minutes? Including various prep time, she had maybe twenty minutes left at most. Her ass must have been on fire. She might even have been anticipating being late to the meeting. Then this was just about the right time to start the lesson.
I asked without stopping my thrusting.
"Then I'll give you a choice."
"W-what is it?!"
Color returned to the woman's face as she looked back at me. Then, recalling that I had proposed something at every moment of crisis so far, she soon put on a serious expression. She'd realized that whatever the alternative was, it wouldn't be easy.
"Either we keep going until I cum, or..."
"Nnh. O-or...?"
I put my mouth to her ear and told her the second option — an option interesting enough to override my principle that it doesn't end until I cum. The woman's face began trembling violently the instant she heard it. That was fair. It was similar to what she'd been put through so harshly on the first day. But she would have no choice but to pick the second one. Because either way, that was the superior option for cutting time.
Sul-ah, after a brief moment of thought, eventually nodded.
"...I'll take the second proposal."
And then the show began.
A woman stood atop the desk in a crab-legged squat. Below her sat a basin, and in front of that basin sat a nameplate. On it was written this:
"I'm going to start filming now, so piss well. Don't miss and wet the desk."
"Hic. Yes..."
"Alright, start!"
Sul-ah lowered both hands that had been covering her face. Then, as I had instructed in advance, she grabbed both sides of her pussy and spread it wide. Now she just had to piss in that position. But the fact that she was peeing in a humiliating pose in her company office — on her own desk, no less — and being filmed doing it, seemed to make her too tense. For a long while she couldn't go, her pussy merely twitching.
What was truly impressive, though, was that she maintained that crab-legged stance the entire time without breaking it. What's more, the pose I'd demanded had her legs at right angles, which made it even more admirable. Still, she wouldn't be able to hold it forever. And sure enough, after a little while, she began to tremble slightly.
"You know what happens if you fail, right?"
"I-I'll do it...!"
Eventually, squeezing her eyes shut, the woman began to pee. Droplets trickled down, then soon became a thick stream pouring toward the basin placed on the desk.
"Hey, aim properly. It keeps going outside."
"Y-yes...!"
She opened her eyes again and concentrated, adjusting the force of her stream and the position of her ass this way and that so it wouldn't go outside the basin. Thanks to that, the beginning of the video captured her embarrassed expression, and afterward, her focused appearance as she pissed into the basin was well recorded.
This was entertaining. To think this was what a company CEO did at her workplace during work hours. Ahh. It was so hot I had to forcibly suppress the urge to run over and fuck her right then and there. A promise was a promise, after all.
And so, with the last drop falling into the basin, CEO Kang Sul-ah's excretion show came to an end. Having seen that I was a man who kept his promises, relief quickly bloomed on the woman's face at the fact that it was over.
I approached, picked up the basin, and took it to the bathroom to dispose of it. This much wasn't difficult. When I came back, Sul-ah, her face slightly flushed, said,
"Thank you..."
Don't mention it. If anything, I was the one who should have been thanking her. I'd gotten to watch an excretion show and even received a thank-you from the person involved.
"Go get ready. I'll wipe down the desk."
"Yes. Thank you so much, darling...!"
Then she came up to me, gave me a quick peck on the lips, and hurried into the inner room. She seemed rather embarrassed at having let that one word slip.
Darling, huh...
Anyway, with this, the lesson was a success. But there was one thing I realized from this incident. The woman named Kang Sul-ah needed to be continuously broken in. Of course I could do it just for fun... but a seed that has once raised its head will keep lifting it again even after you press it down.
I'll have to step on her regularly.
If we were to spend a lifetime together, I'd probably have to step on her for that entire lifetime. The upper class aren't the upper class for nothing. They stand in those positions because they have the qualities — and that something that makes them want to be independent, to rise above.
In that sense, this should be quite enjoyable going forward. Let me draw up a plan. Leaning as far as possible toward the humiliating side.
Shall I have her piss outside next time? Heh heh.
