- I said it was my burden to bear, but inside I was completely overwhelmed. I said you didn't have to forgive me, but inside I was scared. Terrified, actually. I'm sorry, and thank you for understanding someone like me.
- Thank you for coming back to your old self.
Yoo Shik watched as Kim Mi So entered his office, her usual radiant smile absent, replaced by a furrow of concern on her delicate brow. She sat down in the chair opposite his desk, her movements lacking their usual brisk efficiency. The worry etched on her beautiful face was palpable, and Yoo Shik felt a pang of unease.
“Mi So-ssi, what’s troubling you?” he asked gently, his voice calm and reassuring.
Kim Mi So hesitated for a moment, her gaze dropping to her hands, clasped tightly in her lap. When she finally looked up, her eyes held a deep worry that Yoo Shik rarely saw. “Director Yoo Shik… I… I noticed something… something on the president’s ankles the other day.”
Yoo Shik’s brow furrowed slightly. “On Young Joon’s ankles? What did you see?”
Kim Mi So took a deep breath, her voice barely above a whisper. “Scars… faint, but definitely there. They looked… like he had been tied up. Like something had been tightly bound around his ankles for a long time.” Her eyes searched Yoo Shik’s face, pleading for an explanation. “Yoo Shik sshi… do you know how he got those scars? Was he… was he hurt when he was younger?”
“Ultimately, Mi So-ssi, Young Joon has never spoken directly about how he got those scars to me. It’s a very personal matter, and he is a very private person. They may be from something entirely different, perhaps a childhood injury we can’t even imagine. What’s important is how he is now, and you’ve seen firsthand how much he has grown and changed, especially recently.” Yoo Shik gave her a warm, reassuring smile. “I understand your concern, Mi So-ssi, it speaks volumes about your care for him. But perhaps it’s best to let Young Joon share his past with you in his own time, if he chooses to do so.”
Yoo Shik casually strolled around Kim Mi So’s desk, a familiar glint in his eye. He placed his hands on her shoulders, his thumbs instinctively kneading the knots he knew would be there after a long morning. She leaned slightly into his touch, a small sigh escaping her lips – a silent acknowledgment of their usual after-hours dynamic bleeding into the workday. From this angle, he had his usual, privileged view of the enticing swell of her breasts beneath her office blouse. He knew every curve of her body intimately; the way her blouse strained just a little across her full bust, the elegant line of her waist, the subtle lift of her rear when she stood. She was, without a doubt, the sexiest woman he knew, and she was his. Her beauty, intelligence, and the way she submitted to him in private were an intoxicating combination.
He continued to massage her shoulders, his fingers slowly drifting downwards, a well-worn path in their secret encounters. Kim Mi So’s subtle relaxation deepened; she trusted his touch, knew where it was going. There was an unspoken anticipation in the air, a silent promise of what awaited them later. His hands finally reached the familiar curve of her breasts, resting just where the fabric of her blouse began to stretch. He could feel the soft resilience of her bra underneath, the warmth emanating from her skin. He pressed gently, his fingers knowing exactly how to mold to her shape. He felt the almost imperceptible shift in her breathing, a tell-tale sign of her arousal. It was a familiar dance, this clandestine intimacy in the office, a thrilling risk that only added to the excitement of their affair. He knew she wanted him just as much as he wanted her, and these small touches were just the beginning of the fire that would undoubtedly ignite between them later
“Oppa,” Mi So said softly, her hand reaching up to gently cover his on her shoulder, “I’m really not in the mood right now. Director Park’s been causing so many headaches today…” But even as she spoke, her body betrayed her. His hand was still resting on the curve of her breast, right over her bra, and the way his fingers were gently kneading was sending little sparks of desire through her.
Yoo Shik didn’t stop his gentle massage, his thumb subtly pressing against her nipple through the fabric. “I know, Mi So-yah,” he murmured, his breath warm against her ear. “Just for a minute. It’ll help you relax.” His other hand moved to her other breast, mirroring the gentle pressure.
She tried to pull away slightly, a small frown creasing her forehead. “Really, oppa, not here. What if someone comes in?” But the truth was, even though she voiced her concerns, her body was starting to react in ways she couldn't control. His touch, the way his hands seemed to know exactly how to stimulate her even through her clothes, was overriding her initial reluctance.
A soft groan escaped her lips as his fingers found a particularly sensitive spot on her breast. The worry about Director Park seemed to fade into the background, replaced by the more immediate sensations he was igniting within her. Her nipples were hardening under his touch, and a familiar warmth was spreading through her lower abdomen.
“Just a little…,” she whispered, her voice now husky, her attempt to resist weakening with each passing second. His hands were doing magic, pure and simple. He wasn’t even touching her bare skin, but the way he was kneading and pressing, the knowing movements, were enough to make her want to lean back into his touch.
Her head tilted back slightly, and a soft moan slipped past her lips, this one louder than the last. Her body was remembering all the times they had been together, the pleasure he knew how to give her. Despite her initial protest, every fiber of her being was starting to crave more. The tension she had felt from work was being replaced by a different kind of tension, a delicious, pulsing ache that only he could satisfy. Her body was becoming receptive, her earlier mood completely forgotten in the face of his skillful touch.
Ki Joon’s hands continued to knead Mi So’s breasts through the fabric of her blouse, his thumbs circling her already hard nipples. He watched her beautiful face, flushed with pleasure, her eyes slightly glazed over. Her other hand had instinctively moved down, her fingers now rhythmically rubbing her inner thigh, a clear sign of how turned on she was.
“You know, Mi So-yah,” Ki Joon murmured, his voice low and husky, “You call me ‘oppa’ all the time, especially when we’re alone like this.” He gave her breast a gentle squeeze. “But you never call Young Joon ‘oppa.’ Why is that, hmm?”
Mi So’s eyes fluttered open, a playful smirk touching her lips. “Oh, you’re jealous, oppa?” she teased, her hand on her thigh moving a little faster. “Don’t be. You know you’re my favorite ‘oppa’… for certain things.” She let her gaze drift down to his lap for a suggestive moment.
Ki Joon chuckled, his grip on her breasts tightening slightly. “You’re right. I know.” He leaned closer, his lips brushing against her ear. “But seriously, what’s so different about me?”
Mi So sighed contentedly as his thumb found her nipple again. “Well, for one thing,” she whispered back, her breath warm against his neck, “you’re the one who knows how to touch me like this.” Her hand on her thigh had now slipped under her skirt, her fingers teasing the wetness she could feel blooming there. “Young Joon-ssi… he’s different. Our relationship… it wasn’t ever like this.”
Ki Joon’s fingers slipped under the hem of her blouse, his bare skin now against her bra. He could feel the heat radiating from her. “So, Young Joon never made you moan like this?” he asked, his voice laced with a hint of possessiveness.
Mi So’s head tilted back, a soft groan escaping her lips as Ki Joon’s fingers found the clasp of her bra. “Never,” she breathed out. “He was… all about the work. You, oppa…” Her hand on her thigh was now definitely inside her panties, her fingers moving with increasing urgency. “You know exactly what I want.”
Ki Joon finally unhooked her bra, his hands now directly on her bare breasts. They were full and heavy, the nipples already pebble-hard under his touch. He gently squeezed and kneaded, savoring the feel of her soft skin. “And what exactly do you want right now, Mi So-yah?” he purred, his gaze intent on her face.
“Oh, you know,” she whispered, her eyes half-closed, her cheeks flushed. “You know I want you to keep touching me like this… right here in the office, where anyone could walk in.” Her fingers were now deep inside her, her thighs trembling slightly. “And maybe later… maybe later I’ll show you just how much I appreciate my favorite ‘oppa’ who knows how to make me feel so incredibly…” Her voice trailed off as Ki Joon’s thumb found her nipple again, sending another wave of pleasure through her. Her body in that tight office dress, the contrast of the professional attire with the blatant desire in her eyes, and the way she was touching herself, was driving him wild.
Yoo Shik moved from behind Mi So’s chair and knelt down right in front of her, his gaze locked on her beautiful face. He reached out, his hands gently framing her cheeks, his thumbs softly stroking her smooth skin. His eyes lingered on her lips, which were full and slightly parted, looking incredibly soft and inviting. He leaned closer, his breath warm against her mouth, and then he kissed her.
It wasn’t a gentle peck; it was a possessive claiming, his lips pressing firmly against hers. Mi So responded instantly, her earlier hesitation completely gone. Her lips parted further, and she sucked on his, her tongue darting out to meet his, tangling and swirling in a hungry dance. She made a soft, needy sound in the back of her throat, her hands instinctively reaching up to clutch his face, pulling him closer as if she couldn’t get enough.
Breaking the kiss, Yoo Shik’s eyes held a knowing smirk. “You remember that night, don’t you, Mi So-yah?” he murmured, his voice low and husky. “After your date with Young Joon? You came straight to my place, all worked up, wanting my thick, hard cock inside you.” He leaned in close again, whispering against her lips, “You were bouncing on it so hard, weren’t you? Screaming my name.”
Mi So let out a soft moan, her cheeks flushing even deeper. She remembered that night vividly. She had been confused and frustrated after her date, and Yoo Shik’s raw desire had been exactly what she needed.
Yoo Shik continued, his fingers now tracing the outline of her lips. “And what about that time at Young Joon’s house? The three of us together?” He chuckled softly, a suggestive sound that sent a shiver down Mi So’s spine. “You were such a little tease, weren’t you? Giving me that handjob in the kitchen, right there while Young Joon was just in the next room.”
Mi So’s breath hitched, and another moan escaped her, louder this time. The memory of that afternoon flooded back to her – the forbidden thrill of touching Yoo Shik so intimately, the risk of being caught by Young Joon, the heady mix of desire and nervousness. She had been so turned on that day, her fingers slick with her own precum even as she stroked Yoo Shik’s impressive member.
Yoo Shik’s gaze dropped to her lap. He could see the subtle dampness spreading on her office skirt, right where her thighs were pressed together. “You’re getting wet just thinking about it, aren’t you, Mi So-yah?” he said, his voice thick with arousal. “Your little pussy remembers how good my cock feels, doesn’t it?”
He brought his face close to hers again, kissing her deeply, his tongue plunging into her mouth. As they kissed, his hands roamed freely over her body, tracing the curve of her neck, the swell of her breasts under her blouse, the narrowness of her waist. Mi So’s hands tightened in his hair, her body growing increasingly restless. She could feel the wetness between her legs intensifying, the sensation seeping through her panties, creating a warm, slick patch on her thighs.
“You were so eager for me that day,” Yoo Shik continued, breaking the kiss again, his eyes burning with lust. “You couldn’t wait for Young Joon to turn his back. You practically attacked my cock, didn’t you?” He traced his fingers down her throat, pausing at the top button of her blouse. “And the way you looked at me while you were doing it… all that pent-up desire in your eyes.”
Mi So’s head lolled back, her moans becoming more frequent and unrestrained. The memories Yoo Shik was evoking were so vivid, so intensely arousing. She could almost feel his cock in her hand again, the heat and thickness of it, the way it pulsed as she stroked him. And the memory of the risk, the sheer audacity of it, only amplified her current arousal.
Yoo Shik’s fingers finally unbuttoned the top few buttons of her blouse, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of the lacy bra underneath. “You’re so beautiful, Mi So-yah,” he murmured, his gaze lingering on the exposed skin. “So incredibly sexy.” He leaned down and kissed the sensitive skin just above her bra, inhaling deeply. “You always come back to me, don’t you? No matter what happens with Young Joon.”
Mi So could only whimper, her body aching for his touch, for the release he knew how to give her. The wetness between her legs was now undeniable, a thick, slick heat that was soaking her panties and spreading down her thighs. She was completely lost in the moment, her thoughts consumed by the images Yoo Shik had painted, her body reacting with an intensity that surprised even her. She wanted him, right here, right now, all the talk and memories just serving to fuel her burning desire.
With a slow, deliberate slide, Yoo Shik’s fingers worked on the remaining buttons of Mi So’s blouse, one by one, until the fabric fell open completely. There she was, clad in a tight, lacy bra that looked like it was struggling to contain the fullness of her plump breasts. Her nipples were hard peaks, pressing against the delicate material, and he could see the rapid rise and fall of her chest as she panted, her breath catching in her throat. Her fit body was on full display, the curves accentuated by the clingy fabric of her office attire underneath the open blouse.
Yoo Shik’s gaze drifted from her breasts to her flushed face, her eyes half-closed in a haze of arousal. A knowing smirk played on his lips. “Tell me, Mi So-yah,” he began, his voice low and seductive, “why is it that you say you love him… yet you crave my cock so desperately?” He reached out, his fingers gently tracing the outline of her bra. “Is he not enough for you? Does he not satisfy you the way I do?”
He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a mere whisper. “You remember that morning, don’t you, Mi So-yah? Not last night, but that morning after… well, after you and Young Joon had your time. You came straight to my office, all worked up, wanting my thick, hard cock inside you.” He leaned in close again, whispering against her lips, “I fucked you hard against this very office window, until your legs were shaking and you couldn’t take it anymore.” He paused, his eyes gleaming with a possessive intensity. “You could see him down there, heading into his meeting, and still, you were grinding your sexy ass against my cock, weren’t you?”
Mi So’s eyes fluttered open, her cheeks burning with a mixture of embarrassment and intense arousal. She tried to speak, to deny his words, to offer some kind of explanation, but the words caught in her throat. “Oppa… that’s not… it’s not like that…” she stammered, her sentences trailing off, failing to form any coherent reason.
Yoo Shik chuckled softly, his fingers now slipping under the band of her bra, his bare skin making contact with the warm flesh of her breasts. “Isn’t it, Mi So-yah? Then tell me, what is it like? Why do you come to me, so eager, so insatiable, if he is truly the one you love?” He gently squeezed one of her breasts, his thumb teasing her hard nipple. “You moan my name, Mi So-yah. You arch your back for my touch. You beg me to fill you.”
He leaned in closer, his lips just inches from hers. “You remember how wet you were that morning, don’t you? How tightly you squeezed me inside you, right here against the glass? Anyone could have seen us, Mi So-yah, but you didn’t care, did you? You were too lost in the pleasure I was giving you.”
Mi So’s breath hitched, and a soft whimper escaped her lips. The memories he was evoking were so vivid, so incredibly arousing. She could feel the phantom sensation of his hard cock pounding into her, the cold glass against her back, the desperate gasps that had escaped her lips. It had been a morning filled with a desperate urgency, a raw need that she hadn't fully understood herself at the time, only that Yoo Shik's touch had been the only thing that could quell the storm within her.
“You can’t deny it, Mi So-yah,” Yoo Shik continued, his voice a low purr. “Your body tells the truth, even if your words try to lie.” He gently cupped both of her breasts, his thumbs circling her nipples. “You crave me, Mi So-yah. You crave my touch, my cock, my… everything.”
Mi So tried to form a sentence, to offer some kind of resistance, but all that came out was another soft moan. Her thighs were pressed tightly together, her core aching with a familiar longing. The wetness between her legs was now undeniable, a thick, throbbing heat that spread through her panties. She looked up at Yoo Shik, her eyes filled with a conflict of emotions – a hint of guilt, a flicker of denial, but overwhelmingly, a deep, undeniable desire. She couldn’t bring herself to look away from his intense gaze, knowing that he saw right through her, saw the truth of her desires reflected in her flushed face and rapidly rising chest. Her attempts at denial were weak, almost pathetic, drowned out by the insistent throbbing of her body and the undeniable memories he had so vividly brought back to the surface. Her body knew what it wanted, and right now, that wasn’t Young Joon. It was Yoo Shik’s demanding touch, his possessive gaze, and the raw, unadulterated pleasure he knew how to deliver.
Deep down, in the quiet corners of her heart, Mi So truly loved Young Joon. He was her anchor, her confidant, the man who brought stability and laughter into her life. She was genuinely happy with him, building a future she had long dreamed of. But then there was Yoo Shik. He was a different kind of pull, a raw, primal craving that her body couldn't seem to ignore. It wasn't about deep emotions or shared dreams; it was about the electric touch of his hands on her skin, the hungry possessiveness of his kisses that left her breathless, the way his thick cock filled her so completely, stretching her in ways that left her trembling and aching for more.
Young Joon was sweet, considerate, but in the bedroom, he was still somewhat tentative, his inexperience showing. With Yoo Shik, it was different. He was divorced, worldly, a man who knew exactly how to touch a woman, where to kiss, how to make her body come alive with a pleasure that bordered on frantic. His hands roamed her body with a confident familiarity, his lips devoured hers with a hungry passion, and when he slid inside her, it was with a seasoned expertise that left her moaning and gasping for air. He knew all the right places to touch, the exact rhythm to move, the dirty words to whisper in her ear that sent shivers down her spine. It was a stark contrast to the gentler, more innocent intimacy she shared with Young Joon. Her heart belonged to one man, but her body, it seemed, had a mind of its own, a relentless yearning for the experienced touch and unrestrained passion that only Yoo Shik could provide.
With a final, smooth movement, Yoo Shik pulled Mi So’s blouse completely off her shoulders, letting it drop to the floor in a soft heap. Her bra was gone too, and her bare breasts bounced into view, the sudden freedom making her gasp. There she was, just in her fitted office skirt, her full, plump breasts on full display. Mi So’s body was truly a vision – the soft curve of her shoulders, the enticing fullness of her breasts with their hard, eager nipples, the gentle slope of her stomach leading down to the hem of her skirt.
Yoo Shik still found it hard to believe that this confident, capable woman had been a virgin when he first touched her. Their relationship had started with a raw, undeniable physical attraction, a series of intense, no-strings-attached encounters. There had been no pretense of dating, no talk of the future. She loved Young Joon, that much was clear, but for Yoo Shik, he was perfectly content to be the man she came to whenever she craved unadulterated, mind-numbing sex.
He leaned in and kissed her again, his lips finding hers in a hungry embrace. This time, his hands were free to explore the bare expanse of her chest. He cupped her breasts, savoring their weight and softness, his thumbs gently teasing her already erect nipples. Mi So moaned into his mouth, her body trembling under his touch. He could feel her nipples hardening even further, responding instantly to his attention. He flicked his tongue against her lips, and she opened her mouth wider, her own tongue meeting his in a passionate dance. All the while, his hands continued their sensual exploration of her breasts, kneading, squeezing, and stroking, driving her closer and closer to the edge of pure pleasure.
Leaving her lips, Yoo Shik trailed his kisses down Mi So’s fair, slender neck, his tongue flicking out to taste the sensitive skin there. She shivered under his touch, her head falling back slightly to give him more access. He could feel her pulse quickening beneath his lips. Reaching her breasts, he paused, his hot breath ghosting over the sensitive skin. Mi So’s body trembled again, her nipples tightening even further, begging for his touch.
He then took one of her full breasts in his hands, his fingers gently kneading the soft flesh. His breath grew warmer as he exhaled directly onto her nipple, making it bead up and become even harder. Mi So let out a soft moan, her hands instinctively reaching up to grip his shoulders. She lifted her chest slightly, offering him an unspoken invitation. It was a clear signal – she wanted more, needed more. The movement caused her already generous breasts to push up even higher, their plumpness even more pronounced.
Yoo Shik didn’t hesitate. He lowered his head and gently licked one aching nipple, his tongue swirling around the hard peak. Mi So cried out softly, her body arching against his. He then moved to her other breast, repeating the tantalizing lick. Her moans grew louder, more desperate. She was so incredibly responsive, her body reacting to his every touch with an intensity that fueled his desire.
Yoo Shik continued to lavish attention on Mi So’s breasts, his mouth a warm, wet playground for her aching nipples. He’d suck hard, then gently graze the sensitive skin with his teeth, eliciting sharp gasps and moans from her. He moved from one breast to the other, giving them equal attention, his hands cupping and squeezing the soft flesh as his lips and tongue worked their magic. The sounds of their pleasure filled the office – Yoo Shik’s satisfied sighs and Mi So’s increasingly desperate moans and groans. Luckily for their secret, the office doors were thick, and the early morning quiet outside meant no one was likely to overhear their illicit encounter.
Mi So was practically writhing on the small office sofa, her body arching and twisting as the sensations intensified. Her hands gripped Yoo Shik’s hair, sometimes pulling him closer, sometimes just tangling in the strands as she rode the waves of pleasure. “Oppa… oh, oppa…” she’d gasp, her voice thick with arousal, the only word she seemed capable of forming. Each suckle and lick sent shivers of delight through her, making her tremble uncontrollably. Her hips lifted slightly off the cushion, instinctively seeking more pressure, more friction. Her big boobs jiggled with her movements, their hard nipples brushing against Yoo Shik’s face as he continued his passionate assault. The air in the office felt thick with unspoken desire and the undeniable sounds of their escalating arousal.
Yoo Shik pushed himself up from the edge of the sofa, a sudden surge of desire making him restless. He shrugged off his suit coat and tossed it onto a nearby chair. Then, with a deliberate movement, he loosened his tie, the knot coming undone and the fabric falling slightly open at his collar. Mi So, still in a haze of lingering pleasure from his mouth on her breasts, watched him with heavy-lidded eyes. Even through the fabric of his trousers, she could see the impressive bulge straining against the material. A slow, sensual lick escaped her lips as the memory of his thick, hard cock filling her returned with vivid intensity.
With a newfound resolve, she slowly pushed herself up from the sofa. The sudden movement caused her bare breasts to jiggle enticingly under his gaze, the hard nipples bobbing with each step. Yoo Shik’s already impressive erection seemed to tighten even further against his pants at the sight of her. Her eyes locked on his, filled with a raw hunger that mirrored his own, she closed the distance between them. Her hands reached out, gently at first, then with increasing confidence, and started to rub the hard ridge pressing against his trousers. Her touch was knowing, familiar, and sent a jolt of pure electricity through his body. She looked directly into his eyes, a silent promise of the pleasure they were about to share passing between them.
“Do you want it, Mi So-yah?” Yoo Shik asked, his voice thick with desire as he watched her hands stroking his already throbbing cock through the fabric of his trousers. Her touch was driving him crazy, and the question was more of a statement of the inevitable than an actual inquiry.
Mi So looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with a mischievous and utterly carnal hunger. A slow, knowing smile spread across her lips. “Oh, oppa,” she purred, her voice a husky whisper that sent shivers down his spine, “you know I want it. I’ve been wanting it ever since I saw it straining in your pants.” Her hands continued their sensual exploration, her touch becoming bolder, more insistent. “That thick, hard cock of yours… it’s been on my mind all day.”
With a deliberate movement, her fingers reached for the button of his trousers, slowly undoing the fastening. Yoo Shik held his breath, anticipation building in his chest. The zipper followed, the sound loud in the quiet office. Mi So’s gaze never left his, her eyes filled with a desire that mirrored his own.
Then, with a teasing slowness, her fair, slender hands slipped inside the open waistband of his pants, disappearing beneath the soft fabric of his boxers. He could feel her touch him directly now, the warmth of her hands enveloping his hard, throbbing cock. A jolt of pure pleasure shot through him. She gently squeezed, testing his hardness, and then began to stroke, her fingers gliding up and down the length of his engorged member. He let out a shaky breath, his head falling back slightly as the intensity of the sensation washed over him. Her touch was exquisite, teasing the sensitive head, running down the smooth shaft, making him throb even harder in her grasp.
After a few more tantalizing moments, Mi So’s hands stilled their gentle caress on Yoo Shik’s thighs. A playful, almost wicked glint danced in her eyes as she looked up at him, her lips curved into a knowing smile. It was a silent invitation, a promise of deeper intimacy that sent a fresh wave of anticipation crashing through Yoo Shik. He watched, his breath catching in his throat, as she slowly knelt down before him.
Her gaze dropped from his eyes to his waist, her focus sharpening with an intense curiosity. Her slender fingers, which had been lightly tracing patterns on his legs, now moved to the button of his trousers. With a delicate precision, she undid the fastening, the small click echoing in the quiet of the office. Her touch lingered for a moment, her fingertips brushing against the fabric before she carefully slid the zipper down. The soft rasp of the metal breaking the silence only heightened the building tension in the room.
Next came the waistband of his boxers, the familiar elastic yielding easily to her touch. Mi So’s movements were slow and deliberate, each action a deliberate tease, drawing out the anticipation. As the fabric slid down his thighs, revealing more and more of him, Yoo Shik felt a thrill course through him. He could see the focused intensity in her eyes, the way her lips were slightly parted in anticipation.
And then, finally, it was there. Freed from the confines of his clothing, Yoo Shik’s cock sprang out, long and thick, arching upwards with a proud stiffness that almost made contact with Mi So’s stunningly beautiful face. She gasped softly, her eyes widening as she took in the impressive sight. It stood before her, a testament to his desire, the head a deep, rich red, glistening with a thick bead of pre-cum at the very tip. The veins pulsed visibly beneath the smooth skin, a tangible sign of his arousal.
With a slow, reverent touch, Mi So’s fair, slender hands reached out, her fingers trembling slightly as they made contact with his engorged member. She took her time, her touch feather-light at first, as if she were exploring a precious object. Then, with increasing confidence, she wrapped her hand around the base, marveling at its thick circumference. Her fingers slowly traced the entire length, from the heavy root to the swollen, sensitive head. She explored every curve, every ridge, every vein, her touch becoming more intimate and knowing with each passing moment.
A soft sigh, a mixture of awe and longing, escaped her lips. She couldn’t help but compare the impressive weight and size of Yoo Shik’s cock to that of Young Joon. While Young Joon was certainly handsome and kind, his member in comparison felt almost… delicate. Yoo Shik’s, on the other hand, was a different beast altogether – thick, powerful, demanding. A secret, almost triumphant smile flickered across Mi So’s lips as she silently acknowledged the stark difference. This man, this seemingly ordinary colleague, possessed a weapon of pleasure that her supposedly perfect boyfriend simply couldn’t match. The realization only intensified the burning desire that was already raging within her, a potent mix of lust and a forbidden thrill. Her fingers tightened slightly around him, a silent promise of the pleasure she both craved to give and desperately wanted to receive. The early morning sunlight caught the glistening pre-cum on his tip, and Mi So leaned in slightly, her eyes never leaving his, a primal hunger evident in her gaze.
Mi So’s heart leaped into her throat at the sharp rap on the door, echoing loudly in the suddenly tense office. Kim Ji Ah’s voice, crisp and professional, cut through the air. “Vice President Yoo Shik? It’s Kim Ji Ah. I have those urgent files for your signature.”
KIM JI AH
Panic flared in Mi So’s eyes. Her bare breasts bounced with each hurried movement as she snatched her bra and blouse from the floor, her fingers fumbling with the tiny hooks. Yoo Shik, equally startled, grabbed his discarded trousers and boxers, his face a mask of barely concealed alarm.
“Just a moment, Ji Ah!” Yoo Shik called out, his voice strained as he tried to sound like he hadn't just been on the verge of a very different kind of meeting. He glanced frantically at Mi So.
With a desperate, wide-eyed look, Mi So scurried under Yoo Shik’s expansive desk, her only covering the tight office skirt that rode up her thighs with the hasty movement. Her breath caught in her throat as her eyes landed squarely on Yoo Shik’s still-erect cock, swinging precariously as he sat back down in his chair. A thick bead of pre-cum clung to the tip, glistening in the dim light under the desk. Her insides clenched involuntarily.
“Come in, Ji Ah,” Yoo Shik said, trying to sound as composed as possible. He clutched his trousers and boxers in his lap, a pathetic attempt to hide his state.
The door swung open, and Kim Ji Ah entered, her arms holding a stack of manila folders. Following closely behind her was another woman, someone Mi So didn’t recognize immediately. This woman radiated a warm, friendly energy, her smile bright and genuine. She had a youthful glow and a figure that looked fantastic in a simple yet elegant dress.
“Good morning, Vice President,” Kim Ji Ah said, her attention focused on the files. “These need your immediate sign-off.”
“Good morning, Ji Ah. And good morning to you as well,” Yoo Shik said, his voice a little too cheerful, his eyes lingering on the newcomer with a curious interest that Mi So, from her vantage point, definitely noticed.
“Oh, Vice President, I’d like to introduce you to Ms. Jung Yoo Mi,” Kim Ji Ah said, gesturing to the woman beside her. “She’s a childhood friend of Director Lee’s. She’s opening a new cafe, and Director Lee recommended you might be able to assist her with some of the business aspects.”
Jung Yoo Mi (Young Joon's childhood friend and unrequited first love)
Jung Yoo Mi offered a charming smile, her eyes meeting Yoo Shik’s with a directness that was both friendly and slightly intriguing. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Vice President Yoo Shik. Young Joon has spoken very highly of your business acumen.”
“The pleasure is all mine, Ms. Jung,” Yoo Shik replied, his earlier alarm seemingly replaced by a genuine interest in the attractive woman standing before him. “Young Joon is a good judge of character. Welcome.” His eyes flickered briefly downwards, taking in the subtle curves of her body beneath her dress.
Under the desk, Mi So’s stomach twisted with a knot of anxiety. Not only was she in a ridiculously compromising position, practically naked under her boss’s desk, but now Young Joon’s childhood friend was here, and Yoo Shik was already turning on the charm. She could hear the polite exchange above her, the rustling of papers as Kim Ji Ah placed the files on the desk. The air under the desk felt thick and close, the faint scent of pre-cum still lingering. Her breasts felt heavy and exposed, and she silently prayed that no one would need anything from under the desk anytime soon. The situation was a chaotic mess of near exposure, unexpected visitors, and a potent mix of panic and lingering arousal.
Park Min Young as Kim Mi So
Yoo Shik’s eyes flickered between the two beautiful women standing in front of his desk. Kim Ji Ah was her usual professional self, focused on the files. But it was Jung Yoo Mi who held his attention for a moment longer. Her smile was warm and inviting, and he couldn't help but notice the subtle sway of her hips as she shifted her weight.
Then, his gaze flickered down, almost involuntarily, towards the space under his desk. He couldn’t see Mi So, but he knew she was there, practically naked, her bare breasts just inches away from his legs. The image alone was enough to make his cock throb even harder, the blood rushing to his already engorged member. He could practically feel her gaze on him from below.
And he was right. Under the table, Mi So’s eyes were glued to Yoo Shik’s thick, hard cock. She watched as it visibly twitched, straining against the fabric of his shirt. The pre-cum at the tip had formed another glistening drop, heavy and ready to fall. Her mouth watered, a primal urge rising within her to take that slick head into her mouth and suck until he groaned.
Yoo Shik cleared his throat, trying to regain his professional composure. He knew he needed to deal with Kim Ji Ah and Jung Yoo Mi efficiently to get back to the tempting woman hiding just below his line of sight. The thought of having Mi So’s warm mouth on him again, the feel of her tight body wrapped around his, was making it incredibly difficult to focus on business. He just wanted to get rid of these two so he could finally fuck the woman who was currently giving him a private show.
Under the cover of the large desk, the sight of Yoo Shik’s twitching cock, heavy with pre-cum, became too much for Mi So to bear. A wave of pure, unadulterated lust washed over her, silencing the remaining vestiges of her panic. She shifted slightly, her head moving closer, her eyes still fixed on the glistening droplet at the tip.
Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, she opened her mouth and took the very tip of his hard-on inside. Her lips closed around it, soft and warm, and her tongue flickered out, eagerly lapping at the salty pre-cum that coated the sensitive head. The sensation was immediate and intense, a direct connection to the source of her desire. She sucked gently at first, savoring the taste and the feel of him in her mouth.
Up above, Yoo Shik’s body jolted as Mi So’s warm mouth enveloped his tip. A gasp escaped his lips, quickly followed by a strangled sound that was dangerously close to a full-blown groan of pleasure. He clenched his jaw, his hands gripping the edge of the desk so tightly his knuckles turned white. He could feel the heat spreading through his groin, his cock instantly hardening even more in Mi So’s mouth.
Luckily for their precarious situation, Kim Ji Ah and Jung Yoo Mi seemed completely engrossed in their conversation. They were standing near the window, discussing something about the cafe’s design, their backs partially turned to Yoo Shik’s desk. He could hear their voices, a low murmur of polite conversation, completely oblivious to the intense, forbidden act happening just inches away.
Mi So continued to suck gently on the head of his cock, her tongue swirling around the sensitive frenulum, drawing out every last drop of pre-cum. The feeling was exquisite, almost too much to handle. Yoo Shik’s muscles tensed, and he had to fight with every ounce of his willpower not to let out a loud moan that would surely alert the two women in front of him. The contrast between the mundane conversation happening above and the intensely erotic act taking place below was almost comical, yet it only amplified the thrill of the forbidden encounter.
Finding the taste of his pre-cum intoxicating, Mi So’s boldness grew. She released the tip and, with a slow, deliberate motion, took the entire length of Yoo Shik’s thick cock into her hands. It felt substantial, a solid weight that filled her palms. She marveled at its size, the way it throbbed with a life of its own, coated now with her own slick saliva, connecting him to her in a deeply intimate way. She couldn't help but remember the night before, the clumsy attempts Young Joon had made to enter her. Even when he was fully inside, she had felt… well, not much. He was nice, and she loved him, but the physical sensation was often underwhelming. Now, holding Yoo Shik’s impressive tool, she understood the difference. This was a man’s cock, built to pleasure, and it had certainly pleased her before, filling her up in ways that left her breathless and craving more.
Her gaze lingered on the smooth, thick shaft, the way it pulsed gently in her grasp. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she considered the contrast. Young Joon was still learning, she knew, but Yoo Shik… he was a master. Her head then moved lower, drawn by an irresistible force. She buried her face in Yoo Shik’s crotch, her nostrils filling with his musky scent, a primal aroma that only heightened her desire. Her lips parted, and she took more of his shaft into her mouth, her tongue immediately going to work, tracing the underside, feeling the delicate veins beneath her touch.
Yoo Shik shifted in his seat above, a low groan escaping his lips. He squeezed the edge of the desk, trying to maintain his composure with Kim Ji Ah and Jung Yoo Mi just a few feet away. The feeling of Mi So’s warm, wet mouth on him, the way she was now gently sucking and licking, was sending shockwaves of pleasure through his entire body. He could feel his cock hardening even further, if that was even possible.
Mi So continued her exploration, her hands still wrapped around the base of his cock, while her mouth worked its magic on the head and shaft. Her tongue flicked and swirled, teasing every sensitive spot. She then moved lower, her lips brushing against the soft, hairy mound, before she gently licked one of his heavy balls. The sensation was electrifying. Yoo Shik’s body jolted, a sharp intake of breath his only outward reaction. Mi So then took the other ball into her mouth, sucking gently, savoring the weight and texture. The combination of her mouth on his balls and her hand still gripping his shaft was almost unbearable. He could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge, the pleasure threatening to spill over in a loud, embarrassing groan. He focused on the conversation happening above, trying to anchor himself to the mundane reality of the office, but it was a losing battle. Mi So’s ministrations below were too skilled, too enticing, and his body was responding with an intensity that defied his attempts at control. The muffled sounds of his shifting and stifled breaths probably just sounded like discomfort from sitting for too long to the two women who were still discussing cafe layouts and business permits, completely unaware of the passionate and illicit act unfolding right beneath their noses. The risk of being caught only amplified the thrill for both Mi So and Yoo Shik, adding a layer of excitement to their already intense encounter.
The click of the office door closing behind Jung Yoo Mi and Kim Ji Ah brought a wave of immediate relief to both Yoo Shik and Mi So. Yoo Shik let out a long, silent breath he hadn't realized he’d been holding. The tension in the room seemed to dissipate instantly. He leaned back in his chair, a weary but satisfied smile playing on his lips. He was eager to finally stand up and properly… thank Mi So for her discreet assistance under the desk.
He pushed back his chair, intending to rise, but found himself anchored in place. Mi So was still down there, her focus entirely on the task at hand. Her hands, which had been resting on his thighs, now gripped his hips firmly, preventing him from moving. He looked down, a mixture of amusement and renewed arousal swirling within him. Her head was bobbing gently, her hair brushing against his legs, and he could feel the unmistakable suction of her mouth still working its magic on his cock.
He chuckled softly. “Mi So-yah,” he murmured, but she gave no indication that she had heard him. Her concentration was absolute. Then, slowly, deliberately, she began to rise. Her grip on his hips tightened, and she used his erection as leverage, her knees straightening as she stood up, his thick cock still nestled deep within her mouth.
Yoo Shik’s eyes widened, and he couldn’t help but stare. There she was, standing before him, finally fully visible again, and the sight was nothing short of breathtaking. Her office skirt clung to her thighs, the hem riding up slightly with her movements. Her bare breasts, still flushed from his earlier attention, bounced gently as she stood, their nipples hard and prominent. And then there was her face. That stunningly beautiful face, now framed by slightly disheveled hair, her eyes half-closed in a blissful daze, her lips parted just enough to accommodate the length of his engorged penis still lodged firmly inside her mouth. A thin line of saliva glistened at the corners of her lips, a clear testament to the intimate act she was performing.
He could feel the warmth and tightness of her mouth around him, the gentle suction and the occasional flick of her tongue sending shivers of pleasure through his body all over again. It was an incredibly erotic and somewhat surreal sight – his impeccably dressed upper body contrasting sharply with her state of partial undress, and the fact that she was standing there, so confidently, with his cock still in her mouth after that incredibly close call.
A wave of renewed desire washed over him. The image of her like this, so uninhibited and openly sensual, was more arousing than he could have imagined. The lingering scent of her arousal filled the air, mixing with the subtle aroma of his own pre-cum. The office, just moments ago a scene of potential disaster, now felt charged with a palpable sexual energy. He could only stare at her, his words failing him, completely captivated by the sight of this incredible woman and the blatant display of her desire for him. The memory of her hidden ministrations under the desk, the close call with his colleague, and Young Joon's friend, and now this bold, unapologetic stance – it was all combining to create an intensely charged and unforgettable moment. He reached out, his hands instinctively going to her hips, wanting to pull her closer, to deepen the connection that was already so intensely physical and undeniably thrilling.
But their moment of charged intimacy was abruptly shattered. The office door swung open again, revealing Kim Ji Ah and Jung Yoo Mi standing on the threshold. They were halfway through a sentence, seemingly having returned because they had forgotten to mention something. But their words died in their throats, their eyes widening in unison as they took in the scene before them.
Mi So stood with Yoo Shik’s tie still around his neck, her blouse open and hanging off her shoulders, revealing her bare breasts. And there, shockingly, was Yoo Shik’s erect penis still partially engulfed in Mi So’s mouth. The silence in the office, which had moments ago been thick with unspoken desire, now became heavy with stunned disbelief. Both Ji Ah and Yoo Mi froze in the doorway, their expressions a mixture of shock, surprise, and a dawning understanding of what they had just walked in on.
Ji Ah’s voice was sharp, cutting through the stunned silence like a knife. “Mi So-ssi? What in God’s name are you doing? Aren’t you dating the President? Lee Young Joon? How could this… how could this happen?” Her eyes darted between Mi So’s exposed chest and Yoo Shik, who was now visibly trying to adjust his shirt and trousers. “Are you… are you having an affair? Goodness gracious.” Ji Ah’s face was a picture of utter shock and disbelief, her professional demeanor completely shattered by the unexpected sight.
Jung Yoo Mi stood beside Ji Ah, her initial surprise slowly morphing into a look of deep confusion and something akin to hurt. She recognized Mi So instantly. Young Joon had brought her to a small, intimate gathering of his closest friends just a few months ago. She had seemed so lovely, so sweet, and Yoo Mi had genuinely thought they made a wonderful couple. Young Joon had seemed incredibly happy with Mi So, always talking about her with such affection. The image of the sweet, kind Mi So engaging in such a blatant act with his best friend, Yoo Shik, was almost impossible for her to reconcile. A wave of disappointment washed over her. She had trusted Mi So, had genuinely liked her, and this felt like a personal betrayal of Young Joon’s trust. Her eyes flickered to Yoo Shik, a question forming in her mind about his role in all of this.
Mi So’s face drained of all color. The shock of being caught red-handed by not just one, but two colleagues, was overwhelming. Her breath hitched in her throat, and her hands flew up to cover her bare breasts, a futile attempt at modesty now that the scene was fully exposed. Panic clawed at her, her mind racing, trying to formulate some kind of explanation, but her thoughts were a jumbled mess of fear and embarrassment.
Instinctively, she pulled her mouth away from Yoo Shik’s still-erect cock. The release happened with a wet ‘plop’ sound, the silence of the office amplifying the awkwardness of the moment. Yoo Shik’s thick, long member, now glistening with Mi So’s saliva, stood out in proud and undeniable hardness. The sight of it, so blatant and unashamed, only seemed to further solidify the incriminating tableau for the two women standing in the doorway.
Yoo Shik, despite the shock of the sudden re-entry, tried to regain some semblance of control. He quickly pulled his trousers up, though he didn’t have time to fully fasten them. He cleared his throat, trying to project an air of calm authority, but even his voice wavered slightly. “Ji Ah-ssi, Ms. Jung,” he began, his eyes flicking between the two women, trying to gauge the extent of their shock and what they might have seen. He knew this looked incredibly bad, and the implications for both him and Mi So, especially considering her relationship with Young Joon, were potentially devastating. He needed to think fast, to come up with some kind of explanation, however flimsy it might be. The surprise on Jung Yoo Mi’s face, however, was particularly unsettling, given her connection to Young Joon. This was a situation that could spiral out of control very quickly.
With Mi So’s sudden release, Yoo Shik’s thick, hard cock was now in full, unadulterated view of both Kim Ji Ah and Jung Yoo Mi. The sight of it was like a punch to the gut, stealing the air from their lungs and freezing them in place. It stood erect and proud, a blatant display of raw masculinity. Ji Ah’s eyes widened to an almost comical degree, while Yoo Mi’s mouth fell slightly open, her expression a mixture of surprise and a dawning comprehension.
The sheer size of it was the first thing that registered. It was undeniably thick, a substantial girth that hinted at the intense pleasure it could deliver. The length was equally impressive, stretching out long and straight, a testament to Yoo Shik’s potent arousal. And then there was the hardness, a rigid firmness that spoke volumes about the desires that had been flowing in the room just moments before.
Both women couldn’t help but notice the glistening sheen that coated the length of his member. Mi So’s saliva, now shimmering under the office lights, gave it an almost wet, inviting look. It was a stark and undeniable reminder of the intimate act they had so unexpectedly stumbled upon. A collective swallow went down their throats, an involuntary reaction to the primal scene unfolding before them.
For Ji Ah, the shock was quickly followed by a rush of confused and slightly scandalized thoughts. This was Vice President Yoo Shik, her boss, a respected figure in the company. And Mi So… the President’s girlfriend. It was a betrayal on multiple levels, a scandalous affair that was happening right here in the office. But despite her initial shock, her eyes couldn’t help but linger on the impressive display of Yoo Shik’s manhood. A strange heat flickered within her, a fleeting thought of what it might feel like. She quickly pushed the image away, her loyalty to the President resurfacing, but the seed of that forbidden curiosity had been planted.
JI AH
For Yoo Mi, the reaction was different. While there was an initial surprise at the unexpected sight, a wave of… something else… washed over her. She had always thought of Young Joon as being somewhat reserved, perhaps even a little inexperienced when it came to this side of things. Seeing Yoo Shik’s cock so openly displayed, so obviously potent and capable of eliciting such a reaction from Mi So, painted a different picture of the male form. Her mind couldn’t help but wander, imagining what it might feel like to have such a substantial piece of masculinity inside her. A warmth spread through her lower abdomen, a sensation that was both unexpected and undeniably arousing. She quickly looked away, a blush creeping up her neck, feeling a strange mix of embarrassment and a newfound curiosity. The image of Yoo Shik’s hard cock, glistening with Mi So’s saliva, remained burned in her mind. It was a sight that was both shocking and, in a way she didn’t quite understand, undeniably captivating. The air in the office, already thick with the remnants of the interrupted intimacy, now felt charged with the unspoken thoughts and desires that had suddenly sprung to life in the minds of both women.
Mi So’s voice trembled as she tried to explain, her hands fluttering uselessly in front of her bare chest. “Unnie… Ji Ah-ssi… it’s not what it looks like…” But the sight of her nipples, hard and erect from Yoo Shik’s earlier attention, and the obvious wet patch on her skirt where her pussy was still leaking, made her words ring hollow even to her own ears. It was pretty clear exactly what it looked like.
What happened next, however, was the last thing Mi So expected. Yoo Mi and Ji Ah exchanged a quick glance, a silent communication passing between them. Then, Yoo Mi reached behind her and turned the lock on the office door with a decisive click. Mi So’s eyes widened in surprise. This wasn’t the reaction she had anticipated. She had expected anger, maybe shock and immediate reporting, but this… this was different.
Yoo Mi then began to walk slowly towards them, her gaze never leaving Yoo Shik’s still-proudly erect cock. Ji Ah followed closely behind, her own eyes fixed on the same spot. They moved with a strange sort of fascination, their earlier shock seemingly replaced by an intense curiosity.
Reaching Yoo Shik, Yoo Mi hesitated for only a moment before her hand reached out, her fingertips lightly brushing against the thick shaft of his penis. Her touch was tentative at first, almost exploratory, but then she gently curled her fingers around it, examining its size and firmness with a look of open curiosity on her face. Her eyes flicked up to meet Yoo Shik’s for a brief moment, a hint of something unreadable in their depths.
At the same time, Ji Ah took a step closer to Mi So, her gaze still glued to Yoo Shik’s cock. Then, to Mi So’s utter astonishment, Ji Ah leaned forward, her face coming within inches of Yoo Shik’s erection, her eyes wide with a blatant curiosity that left Mi So completely stunned. This was not the reaction of shocked colleagues about to report an affair. This felt… different. Very different.
Finally, breaking the stunned silence, Yoo Mi’s gaze shifted from Yoo Shik’s still-prominent erection to Mi So’s wide, shocked eyes. A small, almost shy smile touched her lips. “Mi So-ssi,” she said, her voice surprisingly gentle, “both Ji Ah and I… well, we can certainly pretend we didn’t see anything. We can just forget this ever happened.”
Mi So blinked, hope flickering in her eyes. Maybe they would just leave, pretend they hadn't stumbled upon this incredibly compromising scene.
But then Yoo Mi continued, her gaze flicking back down to Yoo Shik’s cock before returning to Mi So. “But… in return… we also want a piece of that inside us.”
The words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken desire and a blatant proposition that made both Mi So and Yoo Shik freeze. Mi So’s mouth dropped open, her mind struggling to process the unexpected turn of events. She had been prepared for anger, for judgment, maybe even for losing her job and her relationship with Young Joon. But this… this was a completely different scenario she hadn’t even considered.
Yoo Shik, on the other hand, felt like he had just stepped into some kind of bizarre, incredibly erotic dream. He could barely believe what he was hearing. Three beautiful, sexy women – Mi So, the woman he’d been secretly enjoying, Ji Ah, whom he had always considered one of the most attractive in the office, and now Jung Yoo Mi, Young Joon’s gorgeous and seemingly sweet childhood friend – all seemingly wanting his cock. His mind reeled. He had thought he was lucky when Mi So had developed this intense obsession with him, sneaking into his office and his bed whenever she could. That alone had felt like winning some kind of forbidden lottery. But now, to have the other most beautiful woman in the office and Young Joon’s close friend also express a desire for him? It felt like he had somehow stumbled into a bizarre form of heaven.
He glanced down at himself, at the thick, hard cock that was still standing proudly, glistening with Mi So’s saliva. He was, by his own estimation, a fairly ordinary-looking man. He wasn’t particularly wealthy or famous. Yet, here he was, the object of desire for these incredible women. How could this be happening to him? He felt a surge of both disbelief and an overwhelming sense of triumph. This was beyond anything he could have ever imagined. The blood pounded in his ears, and his cock throbbed even harder at the thought of the possibilities that now lay before him. The office, just moments ago a scene of potential disaster, now felt charged with an almost electric anticipation.
Mi So finally found her voice, though it was barely a whisper. “Yoo Mi-ssi… are you serious?”
Yoo Mi’s smile softened, and she reached out, her fingers lightly brushing against Yoo Shik’s arm. “Completely serious, Mi So-ssi. We both saw it. And… well, we’re both curious.” She glanced at Ji Ah, who nodded in agreement, her own initial shock having been replaced by a look of intrigued curiosity.
YU MI
Yoo Shik could only stare at the two women, his mind still struggling to fully grasp the situation. This was beyond his wildest fantasies. He had to play this right. He had to be careful not to ruin this unbelievable turn of events. He looked at Mi So, whose expression was a mixture of confusion, shock, and a hint of something else… maybe even a flicker of understanding? He wasn’t sure. But one thing was certain: his ordinary day had just taken a very extraordinary, and incredibly exciting, turn. The prospect of having all three of these beautiful women wanting him was intoxicating, and he couldn’t help but wonder what would happen next. The office suddenly felt a lot smaller, the air thick with unspoken desires and the promise of something incredibly, deliciously forbidden.
Kim Mi So - Park Min Young
Kim Ji Ah
Yu MI
Yooshik looked at the three sexy women completely naked in front of him and could only gulp at the beauty overload. He never thought he would be this lucky. from the college days he had fucked countless women due to his thick hard cock and many one night stands which he went during the days he can't fuck Miso or other women who calls him to fuck them after getting a taste of it one time. He never thought he would get lucky with three sexy women at once. The three stood there, slightly awkward, never done a foursome before. but still turned on by the thick hard cock in front of them. Yoo Shik smiled and called them over as they slowly moved towards him.
Yu mi's busty body and Mi so's body thier boobs bouncing and ye-jin being the yougest was a bit shy but still came closer seeing the older women getting bold. Yu Mi is on his right, and Ji Ah is on his left. and Mi so directly leaned between his legs looking at his thick erect cock and her fingers traced a line thorugh out his length making his shiver. Miso, her beautiful face a picture of pure desire, looked up at Yooshik, her eyes sparkling with playful anticipation. “Oppa…” she purred, her voice a soft, sultry murmur that made his cock throb even harder. With a slow, deliberate motion, she guided his thick penis towards her parted lips.
Yooshik watched, mesmerized, as she gently took the head of his cock into her mouth. Her lips closed around him, and he felt the immediate warmth and wetness envelop him. Miso’s hands, which had been teasing his shaft, now cupped his balls, gently squeezing and caressing them.
A deep groan escaped Yooshik’s throat as Miso began to work her magic. Her tongue flicked across the sensitive underside of his glans, sending a shiver of delight down his spine. She took more of him into her mouth, her cheeks puffing out as she accommodated his impressive size. The sensation was incredible, the combination of her warm mouth and her gentle touch on his testicles driving him wild.
While Miso pleasured him below, Yooshik continued to play with Yu Mi’s and Ji Ah’s breasts. His hands moved between them, kneading and squeezing their soft flesh, his thumbs teasing their already hard nipples. Both women trembled under his touch, their eyes closed in ecstasy. Soft moans escaped their lips, growing louder as his ministrations intensified.
Yu Mi, her right hand now between her legs, rubbed her swollen clit with increasing fervor, her breathing becoming ragged. Ji Ah, on his left, did the same, her small whimpers filling the air. Their naked bodies pressed against him, their heat and arousal fueling his own growing desire.
Miso was now taking more of his length into her mouth, her lips sliding up and down his shaft with a practiced ease. He could feel the wet slide of her tongue as it danced across his skin, and the gentle pressure of her teeth as she teased the area just below the head. The sensations were becoming almost unbearable, a whirlwind of pleasure that threatened to send him over the edge. He looked down at Miso, her face illuminated by the soft light of his office, her eyes closed in concentration as she expertly pleasured him. He had indeed gotten incredibly lucky.
Yooshik shifted slightly, his attention now fully encompassing the two women standing beside him while Miso’s talented mouth continued its work below. He reached out with his right hand and gently cupped Yu Mi’s generous breast. It felt incredibly soft and full in his palm. Without hesitation, he leaned forward and took her nipple into his mouth.
A deep moan escaped Yu Mi’s lips as his warm, wet mouth closed around her. He sucked gently at first, savoring the taste of her skin, before increasing the pressure, pulling her nipple further into his mouth. His tongue flicked across the sensitive bud, teasing it with a delicate, rhythmic motion. Yu Mi’s knees almost buckled, her hands instinctively reaching up to grip his shoulders for support. Her other hand drifted down between her legs, her fingers finding the wetness that had already begun to pool there, rubbing gently in a rhythm that mirrored Yooshik’s sucking.
With his left hand, Yooshik reached out and gently pinched Ji Ah’s nipples, flicking them lightly with his fingers. Even with the subtle touch, Ji Ah gasped, her body trembling. Her eyes were wide and unfocused, a clear sign that she was quickly becoming overwhelmed by the sensations. Soft, whimpering moans escaped her lips, her breathing becoming shallow and rapid. He could see the wetness already staining the fabric of the chair she had been leaning against, her own hand now exploring her slick folds with increasing urgency. The aphrodisiac, combined with the open display of sexuality, was having a potent effect on her.
Meanwhile, down below, Yooshik’s hips had begun to move involuntarily, responding to the incredible sensations Miso was creating with her mouth and throat. Her talented tongue danced against the head of his cock, and she took him deeper, the warmth and tightness almost unbearable. He could feel her soft breath on his balls as she licked and teased them between sucks, sending shivers of pure delight through his entire body. A low, guttural groan rumbled in his chest as he savored the feeling of her expert ministrations.
Yu Mi continued to moan loudly as Yooshik’s mouth worked on her breast, his tongue circling her areola before returning to flick and suckle her nipple. The combination of the oral pleasure and her hand working between her legs was driving her wild. Her body swayed gently with the rhythm, her head thrown back, her eyes squeezed shut in pure ecstasy.
Ji Ah, on his other side, was completely lost in a daze. Yooshik continued to gently flick and pinch her nipples, and her soft moans grew louder, more unrestrained. Her hand moved faster between her legs, her fingers now probing deeper into her slick, swollen folds. Her breath hitched, and her body tensed as she felt the first waves of pleasure begin to wash over her. The initial shyness had completely vanished, replaced by an open and enthusiastic embrace of the sensual experience.
Yooshik’s breath hitched as the insistent chime from his desktop echoed through the silent office. “Young Joon,” the notification flashed, and a knot of panic tightened in Yooshik’s stomach. He snatched his hands away from Yu Mi and Ji Ah’s slick skin, his mouth parting abruptly from Yu Mi’s now-engorged nipple, the sudden cessation causing both women to exhale a soft sound of disappointment.
Miso, her lips still moist from where she’d been about to taste him, froze, her eyes widening with a flicker of alarm at Young Joon’s name. “Oppa?” she breathed, the word a near-silent question hanging in the charged air.
With his cock still throbbing, a prominent vein pulsing visibly beneath the skin, Yooshik moved quickly towards his desk. The notification stared back at him – a face-to-face video meeting request, scheduled to begin in mere moments. A silent curse escaped his lips; this was unavoidable.
Miso, however, seemed to have made a decision. Her earlier apprehension vanished, replaced by a mischievous gleam in her eyes. Her gaze darted between Yooshik’s still-hard penis and the door. A silent dare passed between them. With a swift, silent movement, she dropped to her hands and knees and disappeared under the large mahogany desk, the soft office carpet cushioning her bare skin.
Yu Mi and Ji Ah exchanged a knowing glance, their eyes still heavy with desire. The thought of leaving Yooshik, and the thrilling tension of the moment, was too potent to resist. With a shared, silent understanding, they too followed Miso, their naked bodies disappearing beneath the desk in a rustle of soft skin against fabric.
Beneath the expansive desktop, the air immediately grew warmer, thick with the musky scent of their combined arousal mingling with the sterile office air. Three pairs of eyes, wide and expectant, stared up at Yooshik’s straining erection. Miso, directly in front of him, her lips slightly parted and glistening, reached out a slow, deliberate hand. Her fingertips, still damp, gently traced the underside of his shaft, a feather-light touch that sent a shiver down Yooshik’s spine and made his jaw clench. Yu Mi, kneeling to his right, her large, dark nipples now rock-hard and almost brushing against his thigh through his trousers, let out a barely audible whimper. Ji Ah, positioned slightly behind them to his left, her younger face a mixture of shy curiosity and burgeoning boldness, reached out a trembling hand and tentatively brushed the head of his penis with her fingertips, the shy touch sending a jolt of raw electricity through him.
Yooshik quickly slid his executive chair forward, ensuring that only his clothed upper half would be visible to Young Joon’s webcam. He took a deep breath, trying to project an air of calm professionalism that belied the erotic chaos unfolding just inches below. His heart pounded against his ribs, a frantic rhythm against the composed facade he was attempting to maintain. He glanced down discreetly, the sight of Miso’s gaze locked on his cock, her tongue subtly peeking out between her lips, sent another wave of heat flooding through him. Yu Mi’s heavy breathing was now audible, and he could see the slight tremor in Ji Ah’s hand as she continued her tentative exploration. The tension under the desk was almost palpable, a hidden world of naked flesh and barely suppressed desires about to collide with the mundane reality of a business meeting. Yooshik’s internal monologue was a chaotic mix of disbelief, exhilaration, and a healthy dose of fear at the sheer audacity of the situation. Young Joon’s girlfriend, along with two other incredibly willing women, were kneeling at his feet, ready to indulge his every whim, all while he was about to engage in a virtual business meeting.
Young Joon's handsome face filled the screen, his usual friendly demeanor in place. “Ah, Yooshik! Thanks for taking this call on short notice,” Young Joon said, his voice clear and professional.
Yooshik managed a tight smile, trying to project an air of calm that belied the erotic storm brewing beneath his desk. He could feel the tension in Miso’s hand just before she released his cock at the sound of Young Joon’s voice, a silent acknowledgement of the precarious situation they were in. Now, with his legs slightly wider than usual, he felt the immediate warmth of Miso’s breath against his scrotum. Her lips closed around one testicle, her tongue gently circling it, and a low, muffled sound escaped her throat. Yooshik’s stomach clenched, a wave of intense pleasure washing over him.
At the same time, on either side of his thick shaft, the soft, wet sensations of Yu Mi and Ji Ah’s tongues began their exploration. Yu Mi, positioned to his right, ran her tongue slowly up the underside of his penis, from the base towards the sensitive head, teasing the frenulum with delicate flicks. On his left, Ji Ah was equally intent, her tongue tracing the top side, her breath warm against his skin. The dual assault was almost overwhelming, every nerve ending in his cock suddenly hyper-sensitized. He could feel the contrast between the gentle lapping of their tongues and the more intense suction from Miso below.
He opened his mouth to respond to Young Joon, forcing himself to concentrate on the conversation. “No problem at all, Young Joon-ah. Always happy to connect.” His voice sounded a touch strained, even to his own ears, and he hoped Young Joon wouldn’t notice.
Beneath the desk, Miso had now taken his other testicle into her mouth, her skilled tongue alternating between them, creating a rhythmic, incredibly arousing sensation. Yu Mi and Ji Ah continued their synchronized exploration of his shaft, their tongues occasionally brushing against each other, adding another layer of unexpected sensation. Yooshik’s knuckles were white as he gripped the edge of his desk, fighting with every fiber of his being to suppress the loud groan that threatened to erupt from his chest. The triple attack of talented tongues was far more intense than he had anticipated. He focused on a point just above Young Joon’s head on the screen, trying to maintain eye contact and appear engaged in the conversation about project timelines. It was the most difficult acting performance of his life.
Yooshik’s forced smile plastered on his face felt like it might crack. Under the mahogany desk, the three women were going to town on his cock. Miso had his balls deep in her throat, sucking and swirling her tongue around them like she was trying to extract every last drop of his seed before it even had a chance to surface. He could feel her lips creating a tight seal, the pressure almost painful in its intensity, but in a way that made his dick throb with a desperate need.
Above, Yu Mi and Ji Ah were tag-teaming his hard-on. Yu Mi was a pro, her tongue gliding up and down the length, coating it in a thick slickness, paying extra attention to the sensitive ridge, flicking it with expert precision. Ji Ah, though a little less experienced, was eager to please, mimicking Yu Mi’s movements on the opposite side, her hot breath ghosting over his skin. Their combined attention was making his cock feel like it was about to explode. He could practically feel the pre-cum slicking his shaft, a testament to their skilled ministrations.
“Right, Young Joon-ah,” Yooshik managed, his voice a strained whisper, “about those marketing strategies…” His gaze was fixed on the screen, but all his focus was on the incredible sensations rocking his body. He could feel Miso’s hand now creeping up his thigh, her fingernails lightly scratching the inside of his leg, a subtle tease that made his breath hitch. Yu Mi’s head bobbed with a practiced rhythm, and he could feel her taking more of his length into her mouth, the warmth and tightness almost unbearable. Ji Ah let out a soft, muffled moan, her lips now firmly latched onto the head of his cock, sucking with a surprising intensity.
Yooshik’s jaw was clenched so tight it ached. He could feel his cock swelling even more, straining against the confines of his trousers. He fought back the urge to thrust his hips, knowing the slightest movement would be visible to Young Joon. The risk of discovery was a razor’s edge, adding an extra layer of eroticism to the already outrageous scene. He could only offer fragmented sentences to Young Joon, hoping the connection wasn’t too clear and that his occasional pauses would be attributed to thought rather than the three pairs of lips currently working him under the table. This was beyond anything he had ever imagined, the sweetness of forbidden pleasure heightened by the very real danger of getting caught.
Young Joon leaned back in his virtual chair, a slight frown creasing his handsome forehead. “Actually, have you seen Miso today? I haven’t been able to reach her since this morning. Her phone just keeps going to voicemail.”
Under the table, Miso’s ministrations faltered for a split second before resuming with a renewed vigor, as if to emphasize her current whereabouts. Yooshik’s heart skipped a beat. He had to play this carefully. “Ah, Miso-yah… yes, she was here earlier, Young Joon-ah.” He hoped his voice sounded casual. “She actually met up with Yu Mi. You know, she mentioned she might swing by.”
“Oh, really?” Young Joon seemed slightly surprised. “Yu Mi-ssi came by too? I was actually planning on calling her later about that script.”
Yooshik could feel Yu Mi’s tongue tracing the underside of his glans with a deliberate slowness, and he had to fight to keep a groan from escaping his lips. “Yeah, they… uh… they connected. And Ji Ah joined them too. The three of them actually decided to grab some lunch together. A little… private meal, you could say.” He emphasized the word “private” with a suggestive lilt, hoping it would steer Young Joon away from asking further questions.
Under the table, Miso’s sucking intensified, her lips creating a tight seal around his balls, pulling and releasing with a rhythm that was driving him insane. Yu Mi’s head bobbed with a practiced motion, and he could feel her taking more and more of his length into her mouth, her tongue dancing against his frenulum. Ji Ah, on his left, had become bolder, her small hands now gripping his thighs, squeezing and releasing in time with her eager sucking.
“A private meal, huh?” Young Joon chuckled, a hint of amusement in his voice. “Well, as long as they’re all having fun. Miso can be a bit… elusive sometimes.”
Yooshik’s cock twitched violently as Miso’s teeth grazed the underside of his shaft. “Yes, they’re… definitely enjoying themselves, Young Joon-ah. A real… feast,” he added, the double entendre thick in the air. He watched as Young Joon’s expression remained oblivious, and he let out a silent sigh of relief. The risk was astronomical, but the reward was currently three sets of incredibly talented lips working him over under his very nose.
Beneath the table, Miso shifted her position slightly, her hands now sliding further up his thighs, her nails lightly scratching the inside of his leg, sending shivers of pure sensation through him. Yu Mi’s ministrations grew more fervent, her sucking becoming deeper and more insistent. Ji Ah, emboldened by the older women, had taken the full head of his cock into her mouth, her cheeks puffed out as she worked him with surprising intensity. Yooshik’s grip on the edge of his desk tightened until his knuckles were white. He could feel the pre-cum slicking his shaft, a testament to the incredible sensations rocking his body. He focused on a point just above Young Joon’s head on the screen, trying to maintain eye contact and appear engaged in the conversation about project timelines. It was the most difficult and most erotic balancing act of his entire life. He could barely string together coherent sentences, his mind completely consumed by the wet, wild sensations erupting from below.
Yooshik clenched his jaw tighter, his forced smile on screen feeling like a grotesque mask. Under the table, the three women were relentless. Miso’s suction on his balls was becoming more aggressive, her lips pulling and tugging like she was trying to milk every last drop of pleasure from him. He could feel her fingers now tracing the seam of his trousers, edging closer to the zipper, a silent promise of more to come.
Above, Yu Mi’s head bobbed with a rhythmic frenzy, her talented mouth working the length of his shaft with a practiced expertise. He could feel the slickness of her saliva coating his skin, the warmth of her breath, and the way her touch was becoming more demanding, taking him deeper and deeper into her hot, wet cavern. Ji Ah, mimicking Yu Mi’s movements, was also becoming bolder, her little hands now stroking his thighs with increasing confidence, her breathy whimpers a constant reminder of the incredible act unfolding beneath the professional veneer of his video call.
“So, about that merger…” Young Joon continued, oblivious to the seismic activity occurring below the frame.
“Right, the merger,” Yooshik repeated, his voice sounding thick and strained, like he was trying to suppress a cough. He could feel Miso’s tongue now flicking the underside of his shaft, right where it met the head, a sensation so intense it almost made him buck in his chair. He had to consciously control his movements, every muscle in his body tense with the effort.
Under the desk, the three women seemed to be operating with a silent, intuitive understanding. Just as Miso’s suction on his balls reached a fever pitch, Yu Mi increased the pace of her head movements, and Ji Ah’s hands slid further up his thighs, her fingernails lightly raking his inner skin, sending shivers of pure, raw sensation through him. He almost lost it when Miso’s teeth grazed the sensitive skin just below his glans, a sharp, electrifying shock that made his eyes water. He swallowed hard, forcing himself to focus on the pixelated image of Young Joon on his screen. This was insane. Utterly, gloriously insane.
Yoo Shik came with a groan due to the three, he masked it with coughing and young joon asking if he had caught a cold. he pumped loads and loads of cum to yu mi's mouth almost over flowing and leaking from her mouth.
Yooshik leaned back in his chair, his body still slightly trembling from the powerful orgasm that had just ripped through him. He hoped the coughing fit he’d faked had sounded convincing enough to Young Joon, who was now asking if he’d caught a cold. “Just a little tickle in my throat, Young Joon-ah, nothing to worry about,” Yooshik managed, his voice still a bit shaky.
Under the desk, the scene was pure, unadulterated filth. He’d shot a massive load, and Yu Mi’s mouth was practically overflowing with his hot, sticky cum. He could see a thick, milky stream clinging to her lips, threatening to spill down her chin. But Miso and Ji Ah were like hungry little scavengers, their mouths immediately latching onto Yu Mi’s, sucking and slurping up the precious fluid, not letting a single drop go to waste. The sight of them greedily sharing his spunk was enough to make his dick twitch again, still throbbing from its recent release.
Miso, her lips glistening with his jism, then pressed a wet, open-mouthed kiss onto Yu Mi, forcing the remaining cum between their mouths. A low, guttural moan escaped Yu Mi’s throat as she swallowed some and then passed the rest onto Ji Ah, who eagerly accepted the sloppy kiss, her own mouth now coated in Yooshik’s seed. They were completely lost in their little world of shared fluids, their tongues dancing together, licking up every last bit of his ejaculate like it was the most delicious treat imaginable.
Yooshik watched them from above, a mixture of disbelief and utter arousal swirling within him. He had Young Joon, a key client, on a video call, discussing serious business matters, while beneath his very desk, his girlfriend and two other hot women were engaged in a depraved, cum-sharing orgy. The sheer audacity of it all was incredibly arousing. He had to focus, had to keep his composure for a few more minutes. Young Joon was wrapping up his part of the discussion.
“Alright, hyung, that all sounds good,” Young Joon said, stretching in his chair. “Let’s plan to finalize everything next week. And tell Miso I said hi when you see her later.”
Yooshik’s heart skipped another beat. “Will do, Young Joon-ah. You take care.” He managed to keep his voice steady as he ended the call, the screen going dark, leaving him in the relative silence of his office. Below the desk, the three women finally broke their cum-soaked kiss, their eyes turning upwards to meet his, their expressions a mixture of satisfaction and a lingering, lustful hunger. The game, it seemed, was far from over.
