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.

“Please don’t cum yet, daddy,” Haerin begged, squeezing your thigh. “Save it for all of us.”

“Let her edge you, daddy,” Eunchae added. “We wanna feel it on all our faces.”

Their mewling alone put you closer to the edge you needed to be on, and you let go of her as you held your breath. Kyujin’s breath was fast, hot, and still expectant of you in her mouth. Instead, Kyujin rubbed her face along the side of your throbbing length. “Thank you, daddy,” she purred.

“Do you wanna go first, Haerin-ie?,” Eunchae asked. Haerin crawled to replace Kyujin, who took her place on your leg. She laid her head down, still catching her breath.

Haerin took your hand and placed it on the right side of her head, right over her ear. You ruffled it lightly as if to pet her, and she retreated into her shoulders. But without any prompting, her eyelids fell heavily, narrow – coaxing you to use her.

“I’m ready, daddy,” she purred eagerly, licking her lips. How brazen, you thought to yourself – all these orchestrations of carnal hunger and lust almost felt rehearsed, debunked only by the subtle hesitations in their movements.

You led her head down, her lips and mouth learning from your pointers to Kyujin. Less spit, more tongue, aggressively twirling around your dick. Her pace was slower, focused more on exploring – more like wrestling – your member in her mouth.

The feeling was unprecedented. Of the three, Haerin was the one you thought to be the least aggressive, yet now she had you leaned back on your chair like you were on the ropes. Eunchae and Kyujin were ever the supportive ones.

“Keep looking at her, daddy,” Kyujin teased. “Look into her eyes.”

“Mmm, she really likes it, don’t you, Haerin-ie?,” Eunchae taunted. Haerin nodded, her mouth still full of you.

“Fucking–,” you squirmed. “not too harsh, baby.” You scratched her head to get her out of her trance; you swore her eyes rolled up, very much stimulated. “Savor it, Haerin. Feel how hard you make me.”

You guided her head, dictating the tempo of her bobbing. At first she still fought against your grasp, frantically chasing after an invisible target. Still, you slowed her down. “Feel every muscle and vein. You have it, baby.”

Haerin did slow her onslaught with her tongue, and a switch flipped with a single, deep moan. For once, she closed her eyes, as if to paint a relief of you in her mind. So focused was she that her mouth never hit the base of your hips, feeling instead the head of your dick and your frenulum rubbing all over her tongue.

“You want that dick so bad, Haerin-ie,” Kyujin smirked. Eunchae bit her lip expectantly. “Are you gonna burst, daddy?”

You squirmed, even bucking your hips up. Haerin kept going, and you could feel your balls tense up.

Eunchae and Kyujin both reached out, the first time their participation was more direct: Eunchae gingerly reached for your balls, massaging them; Kyujin wrapped her dainty fingers around your base, not hard enough to deny your orgasm, but enough to stop the feeling pooling up where she held you.

You growled, the frustration of being edged a second time for these three needy brats slowly winning over. But those same brats looked at you almost apologetically.

“We’re so sorry, daddy,” Kyujin whined, kissing your thigh. Eunchae did the same on the inside of your thigh. While you were twitching at the electric sensation of their lips on your skin, you slowly lifted herself off your shaft, now coated in twice the spit.

With Haerin now stepping back, another lioness was ready to pounce. Eunchae’s head perked up. “Is it my turn now, daddy?”

You laid a hand on her, guiding her head just like Kyujin. Haerin sat right beside Kyujin, wrapping herself over the more petite woman.

“You can do it, Eunchae-nie,” Haerin cheered, before turning to Kyujin. “Daddy’s cock tastes so good.” Kyujin bit her lip, blushing at the memory.

“I wanna take it all, daddy,” Eunchae begged. “Please take care of me.”

You kissed her forehead. “Don’t push too hard, baby.”

Eunchae slowly thrusted your tip through her lips, intent to take you all the way to the back of her throat. She swallowed you in slowly, unsure of the many sensations: the mix of your hot shaft and cooled spit; the unavoidably strong smell of sweat, spit, and everything else coating you; and the taste, that ever addicting flavor of your precum now pulsing out of your very erect cock.

As you reached the back of her throat, she took a deep breath, slowly easing your dick in. Eunchae held it there for a few seconds, before starting to cough aggressively.

Kyujin and Haerin got up to support her on either shoulder, rubbing her back. You too leaned forward, ignoring the throbbing distraction between your legs. When Eunchae looked up at you once again, there were tears in her eyes, remorseful for her apparent failure.

“Please be gentle, daddy,” Haerin said.

“It’s not her fault, daddy,” Kyujin defended. “She’s trying her best.”

Even if there was no ill feeling in you, you felt bad as Eunchae tried hard to fight back her disappointment. Even at their expense, they fawned over you, supporting each other as they tried to pleasure you. You weren’t going to requite that with harshness.

You made Eunchae look up at you even as she shamefully tried to hide her face. “Eunchae, baby,” you held her, wiping the tears with your thumbs. “Don’t force it. Do what you want to do, but do it slowly.”

“I just want daddy to feel good,” Eunchae whined. “I can do it daddy, I promise.”

“I know,” you reassured, planting another kiss on her head. “I’ll guide you, baby. Haerin, Kyujin,” you looked at the two on her sides, “support her. Affirm her.” Dissonance aside, your heart ached for these three.

Kyujin took a handful of Eunchae’s hair and held it back. Haerin held her by the lower back of her head.

“We’ll guide you, Eunchae-nie,” Kyujin comforted.

Haerin guided her down your shaft once more. “You’re doing great, Eunchae-nie. Take his cock good.”

Kyujin whispered right in her ear. “Look at him, Eunchae-nie. Daddy really likes it,” she breathed, as your mouth stayed agape with every inch she took in.

“Careful there,” Haerin said, now on Eunchae’s other ear. Eunchae’s cheeks were flushed, likely from the praising and the slow success in swallowing you whole. Once she reached the back of her throat again and resurfaced, Kyujin and Haerin cheered her on.

“That was great!,” Kyujin remarked.

“You’re doing so great,” Haerin added. “Tell her, daddy.”

You prodded her chin up. “That felt amazing, Eunchae. Keep going.”

Eunchae slowly worked herself back up to a steady pace, the sound of her gagging now being the dominant noise in the room. Unlike Haerin, it seemed she was determined to keep you exactly where you were in her mouth, deep down and close to your base. Spit now dripped down to your balls; sweat formed on your abdomen as the sensation felt like your tip was being massaged. You threw your head back again, lightheaded from the unceasing pleasure.

You let out a long groan. “Fuuuuck,” you growled. Kyujin and Haerin, now retreated back to your legs, looked yearningly at Eunchae. Their breaths were warm to the touch of your thighs.

The real turn-on came from Eunchae staring at you, hungry not just for your cock, but for your favor. And you chose to feed well.

“You take me nicely, baby,” you praised, and Eunchae smiled as far as a blowjob would let her. Fuck, she was adorably cute, eyes wide and mouth curled even with you fully in her mouth. Trying to take you in fully, her pace was easily the slowest, adding pressure on your already swollen head. In no time at all your orgasm came creeping back.

“Damn, ladies, I’m close,” you growled again, lifting Eunchae off you. As she hovered right over your cock, the other two crawled in to surround you on either side.

“I’d like to cum now, ladies,” you commanded.

Without any further instructions, the three of them made quick work of your cock. Kyujin kissed your balls and the underside of shaft; Haerin focused her lips entirely on the left side of your shaft and your tip; and Eunchae planted kisses all over the right and on your frenulum.

It was like clockwork: it was kiss after kiss after kiss, with not a single inch of its surface left unstimulated. Finally, the piece-by-piece meal had turned into a civil feeding frenzy, each leaving enough space for the others to feed on you unobstructed. You were no longer capable of commanding, because all you could groan out of your mouth was either surrender or a warning to finish.

And the ladies were very aware you were on the brink. Every giggle, every wet smack of lips, every moan into you cared less about the desire for their pleasure and more about the now insatiable urge to taste your seed on their lips.

Before you could issue that warning, however, the three of them stopped their kissing and moved down to your base. With a simple glance at each other, the three simultaneously licked upwards – Haerin on your left, Kyujin at the center, and Eunchae on your right.

That was it.

First it was one long stroke. Then another. And another. Then they took turns, pleading for your release.

“Cum for us, daddy,” Kyujin begged.

“We wanna taste you, daddy,” Haerin cooed.

“Give it to us, daddy,” Eunchae whispered.

No matter what permutation their words came in, the end result remained the same: you released, almost too aggressively. One spurt, then another, pointing one each into their mouths. You thought nothing, saw nothing but the black of your eyes snapped shut by the sheer tension of your orgasm; all you thought was to point and feed.

When you opened your eyes, they were drenched in your load. Kyujin got some in her eye, Eunchae had a string from her nose to her bottom lip, and Haerin had one almost dripping down her jawline. Eunchae was the first to snap, practically pouncing on Kyujin to lap up her face. Haerin fingered the drop on her chin, before being interrupted by Kyujin. Eunchae wiped off with the side of her finger as much as she could, feeding it into Haerin’s mouth. Haerin met Kyujin’s lips, which met Eunchae’s, which met Haerin once more.

To recall: whatever orchestrations were made prior were executed above and beyond what could possibly be expected. They deserved some form of encore.

You stroked off all the cum and let them lap it up before continuing to jerk yourself off. You felt your balls and shaft burn in protest, but you weren’t empty enough to call it a night. And with one last groan, three last spurts, one each, as a parting gift. The three swallowed and moaned in unison.

You leaned back with finality. All tensions – from the stresses of labor to the snap of feelings unresolved – were dissipated. And no evidence of the ordeal to boot.

Eunchae and Kyujin shared your right leg, while Haerin kept your left all to herself, all still catching their breaths.

“Ladies, this was…,” you trailed off, at a loss for words. “You were – are – all so pretty.” A choir of giggles ensued.

“We’d do anything for more, daddy,” Eunchae taunted.

Haerin kissed your thigh. “Daddy didn’t even get to fuck us tonight.”

“Your mouths did plenty of the fucking,” you rebutted.

“Then we let you choose how to fuck us next time, daddy,” Kyujin replied.

Haerin traced circles on your thighs. “I kinda wanna keep doing it here though.”

“Same,” Kyujin seconded. “It’s hotter to do it like this.”

“Guess you’re gonna need a little bit of rearranging for us,” Eunchae smiled.

This office was going to need a bit more than just rearranging for your needs.