Suing Sooin's Ass

There’s nothing that can adequately explain the situation unfolding in Sooin’s apartment right now. Or perhaps there is — but the defendant currently has zero interest in mounting a defence.

After all, how can she? Sooin’s mouth is buried deep between Gawon’s spread thighs, her tongue dragging in long, hungry strokes through slick, swollen folds. Wet, filthy slurps fill the dim living room, mixing with Gawon’s breathy moans and the occasional sharp curse. Every time Sooin tries to pull back to speak, Gawon’s fingers tighten in her dark hair and shove her right back down, smothering and muffling any protest with her wet heat.

“Objection overruled,” you drawl from the side, voice thick with amusement and lust. “Do you wish to say anything to us before we pass the sentence?”

“I—” Sooin answers, or tries to answer, but Gawon presses her harder onto her snatch. Anything else that comes out of her is a muffled, vibrating moan that makes Gawon arch off the couch, hips rolling greedily against her face. Sooin’s lips and chin are already shiny with Gawon’s arousal.

“Perhaps our defendant would like to attempt sign language instead?” you grunt, feeling the long, slick strokes on your thick cock. Sooin’s right hand pumps you all the way from tip to base, drawing out beads upon beads of precum from your slit. “That’s it, you’re doing so well. Why can’t you perform as well as your fellow intern? If you were so obedient, behaving yourself at work, being prim and proper, you could be in Gawon’s position right now, having your wet little snatch eaten out.”

Sooin replies with faster and more fervent strokes, each one shooting sparks up your spine that sends your hips shivering and your toes curling.

“Mmmph—” Another attempt to speak is cut off by your own stern growl.

“You don’t get to talk your way out of this one, defendant,” you say, turning to Gawon’s blissful state. “Gawon.”

“F-fuck—you’re eating me so well, Sooin, don’t stop.” Gawon moans, eyes rolling back in pleasure as Sooin continues to drag her tongue across her pussy, before focusing back on you. “Yes, Sir?”

“Read the case file.”

“Yes, Sir.” Gawon reaches for the clipboard on the side with trembling hands.

"And you, Sooin. Do your best to atone for your crimes.”

“Mmhmmm…” Sooin nods into Gawon’s pussy, drawing more slick out with her tongue.

“Case No. 69-DP
Plaintiffs: Lee Gawon, Kang Jeesun
Defendant: Kim Sooin
Charge: Negligent infliction of severe workplace distraction and emotional (plus physical) distress caused by the defendant’s dangerously provocative ass.”

“Or so I heard. Sooin, finger Gawon and state your crimes,” you command.

Gawon releases her grip on Sooin’s head, allowing her to finally raise her face. Rasping in short, punchy breaths, her nose, mouth, and chin are utterly soaked, carrying the sheen of the dim living room lamp light. Sooin looks at you with needy and pleading eyes, and with a nudge of your head, she reaches her other hand forward, plunging two fingers straight into Gawon’s quivering pussy. Her left continues to stroke your cock; her right thrusts into the wet heat.

"Tell me what happened in the conference room earlier today.”

“I was just bringing coffee to the core creative team and the luxury skincare client, Sir.” Sooin says, hand sliding up and down your shaft. Each upstroke makes your cock throb harder, and each downstroke is coupled with a tight squeeze that makes your root swell.

“And?”

“A-and I bent over the conference table purposefully, showing my tight ass to everyone.”

“Yes. You did so, again, and again, and again. You did so knowing that you’re wearing that tight black pencil skirt. I wouldn’t have minded if you did it in my office, but you had the audacity to do it in front of the client.” You grunt as she gives you a particularly quick series of jerks, making your hips twitch into her soft palm. “Did you see how the old stooge was drooling at your panties? Fucking lecher. And you offered yourself to him. Tell me what that constitutes, Gawon.”

“Mmm—I d-don’t know, Sir, I can’t think—her hands, they’re fucking me so well,” Gawon mewls, eyes fluttering in deep pleasure. Sooin’s fingers curl and twist continuously in Gawon’s pussy, exploring and caressing every sensitive spot within her. Each twirl inside her warm cavern draws out a breathy hum of approval, and each plunge into her wet depths elicits a squeeze of her walls, soaking Sooin’s fingers with more slick.

“You’re both hopeless. I wonder how HR approved you as interns. I guess I’ll have to be the one doing all the speaking then,” you grunt, peeling Sooin’s hands off your cock. “Suck me.”

Sooin’s eyes light up. She shifts her body slightly forward, inching her lips closer to your throbbing, leaking cock. Right as her lips pucker over your tip, you grab on to the back of her head, fingers threading into her hair and push her entire mouth down on to your length in a single brutal plunge. You’re awarded with a single wet, explosive glurk as her eyes widen in surprise. And that is not enough. You grab on to her hair by the roots and begin pumping her head up and down your thick length.

“F-fuck Sir… you’re using your interns so well,” Gawon purrs, pulling your face towards her for a messy kiss. Your tongues twist together in a heated, filthy ritual of nothing more than a workplace hookup.

The wet glurk-glurk-glurk fills the entire room along with the squelches that are producing from Gawon’s pussy. You pull your lips away from Gawon and look back down at Sooin. Her make up is wholly ruined — lipstick smudged from the saliva and rough face-fucking that you’re giving her, mascara and eyeliner streaked from her tears that are streaming down her cheeks as you violate her throat. Each slam of her head onto your cock sends a fresh wave of saliva and tears that makes her face an entire mess, or perhaps you should say a work of art.

“Gawon, continue reading the complaint.”

“I—I can’t Sir, my head, it’s dizzy—fuck I’m so close—”

“Read. Or you’ll stop and get out this instant,” you command.

Gawon grits her teeth and lifts the clipboard again, reading everything on the mock complaint which lists everything in ridiculous detail: multiple counts of “unlawful bending and presenting,” “irreparable harm to focus and professional productivity,” “repeated visual assault resulting in inappropriate arousal during business hours.”

With each listed complaint recited, you give a particularly deep thrust into Sooin’s mouth as you push her head hard down onto you, causing a wave of sticky saliva and snot to burst from her the gaps of her mouth and nostrils. Every single plunge makes her lips spread wider, sloppier, all to welcome you into the heavenly depths of her throat.

Sooin is not at all in discomfort. She's far from it. In fact, she is smiling and smirking with her mouth and throat stuffed full of your fat cock even as her throat bulges, her fingers still working tirelessly on Gawon’s pussy. Her fingers thrust in and out, each one drawing Gawon into an endless abyss of pleasure, and every few moments or so, Sooin pulls out her entire hand to rub on Gawon’s swollen clit with fervor, causing her hips to twitch and buck crazily on the couch.

Gawon’s hands grip onto the clipboard with an unprecedented strength, cracking the solid plank, thumbs crumpling the edges of the paper clipped on it. Her hips are convulsing at this point, and the words coming out from her mouth are getting increasingly slurred, but your mouth parts to give another simple command:

“Continue.”

“Y-yes, Sir—” Gawon cries, before her entire body gives another pleasurable shiver. She continues to list the damages that should be sought from the defendant: full and immediate sexual restitution, paid in the form of unrestricted access to said ass until the plaintiffs are “satisfied that justice has been served”.

Sooin had laughed when you first showed her the document in the office, rolling her eyes and calling you both dramatic perverts. But the flush on her cheeks and the way her thighs had pressed together told the truth. She had signed it with a smirk, admitting she bent over on purpose to seduce you.

“Sir—I’m going to fucking cum—please—” Gawon cries out, dropping the clipboard on the soft cushion beside her. One hand grips and bunches the soft cushion into her palm, the other clambers for your forearm, fingers and nails digging into your flesh.

“Did you finish reading the document?”

“Yes yes yes—fuck Sir, I did—please I’m going to—”

“Good, then cum.”

With your permission, Sooin’s eyes roll to the side for a moment, looking at Gawon as she focuses on pumping her digits in and out of her quivering cunt.

“Cummin—” Gawon’s freezes for a moment before her entire body shakes with an earth-shattering magnitude, releasing waves and waves of hot slick onto Sooin’s hand. Her pussy clenches and relaxes around Sooin’s digits with an erratic rhythm, as if trying to milk her own juices out with the hand dildo that’s working her relentlessly. And the hand dildo is working relentlessly, drawing out every single drop of hot nectar as Gawon’s orgasm slowly dies out.

By the end of what seemed like close to two minutes of screaming and convulsing, Gawon is collapsed onto the couch, breathing ragged with sweat-soaked skin. Sooin’s fingers, hand, wrist and forearm are entirely soaked with Gawon’s warm juices. Sooin’s muscles are burning from the workout, but they are cooled as the latent heat is removed from the slow evaporation of Gawon’s slick.

You’ve been a kind person.

Throughout Gawon’s shattering, you’ve stopped pumping Sooin’s face on your cock. Although, her nose has been pressed flushed against your pelvis the entire time. You’ve robbed Sooin of any molecule of oxygen throughout Gawon’s orgasm, feeling the way Sooin’s throat muscles clench and relax around your entire shaft, massaging and moulding her own throat sleeve into a shape that fits perfectly as your cocksheath.

Her face is asphyxiated from the lack of oxygen, but she’s steadily drawing thin streams of gas through the snot and saliva that clogs her nostrils, greatly extending her ability to deepthroat you. You glance back at Sooin, clearly impressed by her skills, but releases your hand from head.

Sooin pulls herself off your cock slowly, plump lips sliding up your shaft, tracing every ridge of your cock. As she draws in a thirsty breath, you grab her head with both hands and plunge her hard onto yourself. With no more distractions in place, you begin fucking your personal cocksheath in earnest, chasing your own orgasm. Each jam of her head on yours draw a fresh wave of pre-cum that mix with the saliva that floods out of Sooin’s salivary glands.

“Sooin, if there’s one thing you’re good at, it’s being the best throatslut I could ever have.”

Sooin muffles a grin around your cock, looking up at you with wide, watery doe-eyed eyes, which only serves to drive and compel you to fuck her face harder. With each passing second, you feel the familiar tensing and heat building in your groin. Your entire waist is wet with saliva at this point, but they serve no purpose in cooling down your impending orgasm. Glucking and glurking sounds flood the room as sticky fluid drips down your balls and soaks the couch below.

You’re so close. Unbelievably close.