Overtime

“Enter,” you called out.

Your face was buried in your hands. Work was unbearable, checking paper after paper after paper. Classes left and right that you barely had time to do anything that didn’t involve reading a book, and even less time to read books that weren’t academic.

Of course, Kyujin, Eunchae, and Haerin knew all that.

“Ladies,” you groaned. “Thank goodness you’re here.”

Without saying a word, Haerin moved behind you and started massaging your shoulders. She never really was a talker, but she didn’t need any direction from you.

“Are you okay, sir?,” Kyujin asked with concern, crouching to meet your downward gaze. The more outward-going type, she always approached you with casual friendliness. And you weren’t against it – you needed a break from formalities.

“We can go out for some jjigae,” Eunchae offered. She was the type to do that – think of literally anything else that wasn’t the droll of your struggles.

Honest to goodness, you felt smothered in the presence of these three. Nothing negative about it, if only you weren’t so damn into them when they were under your charge. But earlier last year, by then a year since they graduated, they approached asking for work. You offered a meager salary shared between the three of them, in exchange for not needing to do anything other than be around at the end of the day. You were about as surprised that they all said yes, hoping they’d be pushed back instead by the insanity of the setup.

Yet here you were, one year later, sat, pampered, and attended to by your three assistants.

“Thank heavens this term is almost over,” you remarked. “I thought it’d never end.”

“Tell me about it,” Haerin remarked. “I swear I saw posters about the commencement exercises just two weeks ago. Turns out it’s been two months.”

“It’s okay, sir,” Eunchae continued, “me and Kyujin can deal with this stack of papers in the morning.”

“I don’t pay you for the morning,” you commented. “I pay you for keeping me company.”

Kyujin playfully slapped your leg. “Sir, I’d think it’s fair that we actually do the job of the assistant you paid us to be.”

“I just want to destress, that’s all,” you laughed dismissively. “So, jjigae, right, Eunchae?”

Haerin wrapped her arms around your neck. “Actually sir, we were thinking something else.” Kyujin and Eunchae sat on either of your legs, as if on cue.

You’d given up on pretending these three were nothing more than friends for hire. The only reason this setup was acceptable to you in the first place were three things: first, they were the closest students you’ve ever had, bar none; second, they were persistent, even in their academics; and third, you unapologetically found the three of them beautiful. Still, one must pretend for posterity.

“Ladies,” you said sternly. “I am your boss. I was your teacher.”

“Oh come on,” Eunchae teased. “You’re barely our boss and not our teacher anymore. So that makes us friends.”

“’ Friends ’,” you emphasized in air quotes, “don’t offer what I think you’re offering.”

“And what would that be, sir?,” Kyujin teased, now kneeling at your feet, between your legs. Haerin joined in, while Eunchae locked the door before placing herself with the crowd.

“This is very compromising, ladies,” you chuckled. The jig was, unquestionably, up.

“Would you prefer sir or daddy, daddy?,” Haerin asked. You rolled your eyes.

“Daddy it is, then,” Eunchae said, before undoing your belt buckle. Kyujin and Haerin worked your pants off your legs until they were on your feet. Unsurprisingly, you were very much hard for them already.

“How’d you it figure out?,” you asked. “I must know.”

“Because we love it when you call us pretty, daddy,” Kyujin replied. Caught you there.

“So then,” you asked, “what’s the actual plan for tonight?”

“The three of us will suck your dick, daddy,” Eunchae responded.

“We’ll take turns, then make you cum,” Kyujin continued.

“We’ll let you use us,” Haerin concluded. “Facefuck us, daddy.”

Fuck. Your dick trembled in anticipation. The three of them still sat pretty before you; you assumed it was your pick. Whoever you chose first determined how exactly this would go down; you needed to choose wisely.

You took Kyujin’s face in both your hands, rubbing a thumb on her cheek. She laughed, her face transforming from the casually seductive to the innocently playful. Despite her grin, she opened her mouth – not wide, but equally inviting – silently waiting for you to drop her between your legs.

Haerin and Eunchae both took a leg, resting their heads as their gazes were completely transfixed on your erect member. Breaths held, eyes wide, they waited with anticipation – partly yearning to taste the fruit laid before them, partly to see their friend take her first bite. They didn’t look it, but it felt like a pair of lionesses were waiting for their turn to start digging into their prey.

“Ready?,” you asked Kyujin tenderly. She nodded, eyes burning into yours.

You led her head down, and without struggle she fit all of you in her mouth. You felt your tip reach the back of her throat, making her gag, and you took her off of you.

“Are you alright? Did you like that?,” you asked.

“Please be careful, daddy,” Eunchae pouted.

“No, it’s okay, I can take it,” Kyujin reassured. “Please don’t rush, daddy.”

You fixed her hair and led her down your shaft again. She slowly closed her mouth over you, the warmth enveloping your cock like velvet. You lifted her head, and already the sensation had you weak.

“She takes you so well, daddy,” Haerin purred.

“Fuck, Kyujin,” you swore behind clenched teeth. Her head stayed right over your tip, spit now slowly dribbling down your shaft.

“She’s waiting for you to use her,” Eunchae reminded, rubbing your thigh. It felt wrong to violate such a pretty face – and yet, precisely because you were determined not to, there was a sense of excitement to be fully in control.

You started to glide her head up and down your shaft, her lips squeezing out all the spit down to your base. So long as you didn’t force it all the way through, she didn’t falter in keeping your cock drenched. The temptation to ravage her pretty little mouth – and all the space you knew it could take – was a thought you had to shove aside.

Still, she had a bit more to learn.

“Baby,” you moaned, “let me show you something.” You guided your thumb again to her cheek. “Try to suck the air in, baby. I should feel this part fall inwards.”

Kyujin tried, coughing for a second. “Sorry, daddy, I’m trying not inhale my spit.” You kissed her on the forehead.

“You can do it, Kyujin-ie,” Eunchae cheered. She tried again, getting a hang of how to grip you in her mouth; she got it after a few cautious strokes.

“There we go, fuck,” you groaned. While you still had Kyujin’s head in one of your hands, you let go, placing it instead on top of her head.

Kyujin moved with determination, as some halfway point towards desperation. Her pace was consistent, and after your reminder she moved even more confidently, taking you in. She even gagged a bit, though she would hold back right after.

That urge again to shove her down torturously sat in your mind, wishing for her to finish you sooner. The other two, it seemed, noticed.