After Hours

You’ve been personally invited to museums before – many times, actually – but today is the first time you’re going to one after hours. In fact, this one was of the strangest circumstance.

You received an email from an “Enami Asa” asking for some help with art history, which another woman named Jiwoo came to your office personally to follow up. Today you were meeting both of them.

A young woman came out of the door – not Jiwoo, so probably Asa – extending a hand. “Thank you so much for coming, sir!”

“My pleasure,” you grinned, masking your chattering teeth from the cold. You breathed a sigh of physical relief when you entered the building.

As evidenced by the big plain Arial letters sticking out against their suits, these two were interns at this art gallery. Or what could be loosely-defined as suits, at least; the passable, unconventional formal style they wore was outshone by how beautiful they were. They did look familiar, however – perhaps students from before, though not yours? You set the thought aside.

“Interns, huh?,” you asked. “How long have you been here?”

“Just a few months, sir,” Asa smiled, “Jiwoo here started first. I'm Asa. Have you been here before, sir?”

The halls were all too familiar to you by now; like any academic with zero work- and home-life compartmentalization, your favorite pastime was museum hopping. This one in particular for contemporary art was one you'd been bringing friends over to for years now.

“Yes, but,” you responded, “it’s not like I don’t enjoy revisiting these places, even if far.”

“Quite the commute, huh?,” Jiwoo remarked. “We totally get it, sir. Asa and I still live near the university and it takes us an hour to get here.” Suspicions confirmed.

Because it was after hours, the permanent galleries were abnormally empty – for once, the seats were unoccupied, free of the bored child or parent. You were excited to admire the landscapes of pale green and subdued orange that fill your peripheral vision; but, of course, this visit wasn’t for you.

“So, now that we’re here,” you began, taking a seat on a bench. “Remind me why I’m here.”

The two stood before you, prim and proper in their outfits: crossed legs, crossed arms, shifty stances, almost like they were still students, the fresh graduates that they were. Even after a long day, however, they still looked amazingly fresh.

“A friend told us you were a really great professor of theirs for art history, so… we thought of coming to you for reference,” Jiwoo replied, grinning with a friendly smile.

You scratched your nape. “Reference, huh? So, how do you wanna go about this?”

“Well, we’d love to just listen to you, sir,” Jiwoo admitted. “We can pick up from there.”

You spent what turned out to be an hour and a half going around rooms and paintings, partly quizzing them on their factual knowledge, but mostly affirming them for their masteries. They knew what they were talking about: Jiwoo had a knack for simplifying context fairly well, while Asa was really good at explaining emotion in an evocative way.

But the attention from the two was, frankly, way past flattery – it was humble, unsolicited admiration, professional distance be damned.

“Wow, sir,” Jiwoo would remark, “I never thought about it that way.”

“You’re really good at this, sir,” Asa would exclaim.

Was it getting to you? A little bit, such that your praise no longer came solely from a place of reassurance.

“You have a great smile, Asa,” you found yourself commenting. “I like the way you project your voice, Jiwoo.”

You could feel yourself staring at their faces as you listened to them, even longer so than paintings you’ve seen hundreds of times. Jiwoo had softer features; Asa had sharper. But both were two sides of the same coin of conventional attractiveness.

By the end of it all, your group looped back to the main lobby. “I guess that’s all you need, then,” you sighed. “Anything else, girls?”

"It’s just– it’s so cool to hear you at work, sir," Asa replied.

“Man, Haerin was not wrong that you’d be the perfect person to approach,” Jiwoo remarked. You gulped at the name.

“Oh, Haerin? Like, Kang Haerin?”

"Yeah! You know her?,” Asa asked.

“Yeah, she was my student,” you replied, not intending to reveal anything further. “Anyway, I really enjoyed your company tonight, ladies.”

“Thank you again, sir!,” Jiwoo bowed. “Maybe we could treat you to dinner tonight? For letting us take some of your time.”

“Ladies, that’s not ne–”

Asa grabbed your arm with pleading eyes. “Please, sir.”

“You can tell us stories about what it’s like being a professor,” Jiwoo teased.

“Well,” you gritted your teeth. “Eh, why not. There’s a cheap cafe with all-day breakfast near here.”

Jiwoo clapped excitedly. “We love going there!”

“So, sir,” Asa began. “You had Haerin as a student?”

“Yeah, a while back,” you sipped your coffee. “How do you know Haerin?”

“We were roommates when we were freshmen,” Jiwoo cut in. “But Asa and I were in different faculties than her and her friends. That’s why we’re together at work.”

“And you’re not art history graduates, are you?,” you pressed. “I swear I haven’t seen you around, nor as my students.”

“We’re from social sciences, sir,” Asa covered her mouth, still chewing on her food.

“I see. That’s surprising, then.”

“Why’s that, sir?,” Asa asked.

“Because you two were great. Like, remarkable,” you praised. “I wish more of my students were just like you.”

“That’s… really sweet of you, sir,” Asa continued. “Anything to improve?”

“Just be more confident, honestly,” you finished your coffee. “I mean, come on. You two are beautiful. You’ll have the attention of your audiences. Take advantage of it.” She blushed at the comment; Jiwoo pursed her lips to contain her smile.

“You’re so much more easygoing than I thought at first, sir,” Jiwoo remarked. “I thought you were pretty scary when I visited you.”

“Really? Huh,” you shrugged. “Guess I gotta put some sort of animal-themed welcome mat on the floor to change that.” The pair laughed heartily.

“Well, thanks for sharing the meal ladies,” you stood up. “How are you guys getting home?”

“Oh, just the bus probably,” Jiwoo replied.

“Wanna hitch a ride?,” you offered.

“No, sir, please,” Asa waved off with Jiwoo. “You’ve been too kind.”

“I’ll go ahead and pay for the food first–,” Jiwoo tried to reply.

“Already paid for it,” you chuckled, receipt in hand. Their eyes widened.

“Sir!,” they whined together. You just chuckled at them.

“C’mon. You two were great today,” you casually wrapped an arm around both their shoulders. “Consider this a reward.”

As your chats continued in the car – about life behind the scenes in a museum, catching up on news about the uni – curiosity got the better of you.

“I have to ask,” you started, “do you also know an Eunchae and a Kyujin?”

“Oh, they’re friends of Haerin, right? Yeah, I think she introduced me to them,” Jiwoo replied.

“Might have met Eunchae at a party once,” Jiwoo added. “Were they also your students, sir?”

“Yup. Those three were…,” you trailed off. “They were troublemakers, alright.”

“Maybe they found you cute, sir,” Asa giggled.

“Really now?,” you joked. “What makes you say that?”

“Ask Jiwoo, sir,” she added. “She thinks you’re cute for someone so– ow!” Jiwoo apparently tried to cover Asa’s mouth, to no avail.

“Hey, I’m younger than you think,” you scoffed, ignoring the first part of her statement. “When I first had your class as students in first year I had just finished my master’s degree.” You turned back to wink at Asa. “I’ve dated people your age.” You could see her mouth agape with a smile.

“No way, sir!,” Asa exclaimed, looking at Jiwoo.

“Oh, don’t give him that,” Jiwoo scoffed. “You would have asked him out even if he were much older.”

“Ya!,” Asa whined. You simply laughed – the innocence of youth, or something like that.

A few minutes later, you stopped by the apartment Jiwoo said they lived in. You hopped out of the car and opened the door for them.

“You’re way too nice, sir,” Jiwoo reacted. “Are you married?”

“No, and being respectful isn’t a byproduct of marriage,” you rolled your eyes. “If other guys don’t treat lovely ladies like you this way, you really should be making better dating choices.”

Before you could step in the car again, Asa stepped in front of you, holding your hand. “Sir… do you have to go?”

“Um… It’s late,” you remarked, trying to back away. “We all have work in the morning.”

Jiwoo wrapped herself around your arm. “Maybe you should rest a while, sir.”

“I really–”

Asa wrapped herself around the other arm. “Or maybe… stay the night, sir.”

“Ladies–”

“Please, sir,” Jiwoo whispered right by your earlobe.

“Please, sir,” Asa repeated to your other ear.

“Please, sir,” was all you could hear as your feet moved on their own. Too caught up in their coaxing were you to notice you’d walked right up to the door of the apartment.

It was all a blur after that.

You couldn’t even see where you were going with your eyes shut involuntarily by the two licking and nipping at your neck, hands all over your chest and groin in the elevator. Your hands groped at however much of their meaty asses it could, your lips busy taking turns with the duo.

“Wanna know a secret, sir?,” Asa said right in front of your face. “Jiwoo thought you were cute when she first met you.”

“Hey!,” Jiwoo whined. “This was Asa’s plan, not mine.”

When you got to their place, you all crashed into a lone sofa chair. The duo moved quickly: Asa leaned over you, undoing your polo while making out, while Jiwoo kissed your thighs after stripping you of your pants.

“You two are quick,” you chuckled as you ran a hand up Asa’s hair. “You must be so horny.”

“F-fuck,” she heaved into your neck. “I loved it when you stared at us.”

“You treat us so well, sir,” Jiwoo moaned as she worked up closer to your hardening shaft. “Let us repay you, please.”

“I w-wanna call you daddy,” Asa moaned, looking into your eyes. “Please, daddy.” Jiwoo laughed breathily as she watched you harden up, and you returned the favor by gripping her scalp firmly and gently.

Once your boxers were off, Asa and Jiwoo knelt before you and, after a brief second of staring (almost cartoonishly) at your manhood, took your length in one by one, Jiwoo then Asa, then Jiwoo then Asa.

You could only grip the armchair until you felt your nails scrape against the cloth. You struggled to keep your legs still, slipping against the carpet, especially as Asa and Jiwoo’s hands were too distracted, too everywhere else to bother keeping you still. Not like they wanted to, it seemed – so focused, so lost were they in taking your length in turns, their hands only there to direct your stiff cock between their mouths, slowly dragging their lips up and off your cockhead.

“F-fuck, you two are– fucking horny, aren’t you?” The pair simply laughed.

Asa would go down on you three or four times, then she'd pass it to Jiwoo who'd do the same. For every lick Jiwoo added, Asa would add the same. Jiwoo would suck while Asa sat there, mouth agape and anticipating to take you in; Asa dribbled all her spit over your cockhead while she hovered over it, replacing Jiwoo in a single mouthful, while Jiwoo licked her drying lips until it spilled out it corners.

You trembled until your calves cramped and your knees locked. Still their lips wrapped around your shaft, gliding up and down only by the thick, foamy coating of spit that now pooled over your pubes and your base, and it only kept going until it dripped down your taint and balls. Whole streams of it coated your balls, and you swear you could hear it drip onto a puddle under you, seeping into the fabric.

They looked at each other with anticipation, patiently waiting the few seconds that must have felt doubly long yearning to have the emptiness of their craving maws filled with you. You could sense the hunger in them, in their eyes, moans, in the way they sat idly with hands buried between their petite thighs.

“Look at her, daddy,” Asa grinned as Jiwoo kept at it, your eyes locked with hers. “She loves your cock. She loves how it feels in her mouth. She loves how it fills it up. So needy. You love it, don’t you, Jiwoo?”

She let go of you with a gasp, letting Asa suck you next. She nodded, not smiling, but her open mouth slowly dribbling thin strings of spit, yearning to fill up her mouth again.

“Asa loves your cock too, daddy,” she moaned, Asa’s gagging faint. “She’s so hungry for you, daddy. She loves taking you in all the way until it hits the back of her throat. She loves feeling how big you are.”

Asa held you there, fully hilted for a few seconds, moaning and gurgling as her throat massaged and twitched against your swollen head. She released you and gasped for air, a smile barely forming on her lips, like a satisfaction barely met.

They looked at each other face to face, slowly approaching each other, eyes moving to the side to look at you. Perhaps, begging for your affirmation, perhaps to overcome their own hesitations; you didn’t move.

“Daddy,” Asa whined, “do you want me to make out with Jiwoo?”

“Please, daddy,” Jiwoo moaned, “I wanna kiss Asa for you.”

“Please, daddy,” they said together. The softness and neediness got you grabbing them by the hair again, eking out a pair of subdued yelps. You pressed their faces together, frozen in place, lips closing around the other gently before crashing into each other again and again. You saw the figure of their tongues writhing inside their mouths, pressing up against their cheeks. When you pulled them away from each other, they moaned with every breath, craving more of the other, but still they looked at you, waiting for some response.

You brought their faces right next to your sticky, musky shaft, and rubbed their cheeks all over your shaft – and they relished it.

“Ohh, daddy,” Jiwoo’s voice quivered. “P-please, use me.”

“F-fuck,” Asa barely managed a chuckle, voice equally trembling. “I’m s-so horny, daddy.”

With their cheeks sandwiching your cock, you slowly thrusted into the slippery crevice, making them grin proudly – owning their position, or to be that which your cock has now staked claim to.

"Asa," Jiwoo gasped, "would you like to share now?" Asa chuckled at the question with ridicule, nodding with a raised eyebrow.

"Thought you'd never ask," she teased. You let go of their heads, and Asa slowly planted kisses against your shaft with Jiwoo. Their seductive eyes locked with yours, moving in unison up and down the sides of your shaft. You struggled to maintain it, especially when their synchronized gliding went in alternates – Jiwoo, then Asa, back and forth, your cock swaying from left to right.

Already the buildup was past your base, approaching your critical point surely. You gritted your teeth and jammed your eyes shut, trying with all your effort to hold back.

"Wanna cum, daddy? Jiwoo gasped. “But we wanna keep tasting you.”

“Please, daddy,” Asa moaned. “We’ll be good girls, we promise.”

You took Jiwoo’s face with both hands and shoved your dick inside her mouth. “Comfy?”

She nodded, eyes starting to water.

You stood up and proceeded to drill into her at a steady pace. Her hands gripped the back of your thighs, and Asa sat behind her, fixing her hair up and guiding her movement by the back of her head. You let go, rubbing the lone teardrops that rolled down her cheeks and the smudged makeup that came with it.

“She likes it, daddy,” Asa laughed, “she likes it when she gags on you.”

You rubbed another hand on Asa, patting her cheek. She nodded with an excited giggle, and you slapped her harder, her cheek reddening and tears welling her eyes – and a smile plastered still.

“I’m gonna finish down your little throat,” you growled. “And you’re gonna swallow it all.” She nodded with a whelp.

“So fucking filthy,” you continued, “wanting me to ruin your pretty faces like this.”

“For you, daddy,” Asa remarked. “Cum into her, daddy.” She groped at Jiwoo’s chest, forcing out whine after whine, her throat closing and shaking around your tip.

Her swelling lips, her ruined makeup, her damp eyes – it felt mildly disgusting to be soddying a beautiful face like Jiwoo for your pleasure. But if they asked, then who were you to deny their pleasure?

With a grunt, you stopped pumping right as you felt the first spurts come out, feeling it flood Jiwoo’s mouth and coat your own member. She closed her lips tight against your shaft, scraping it clean.

Asa excitedly crawled to replace her, assuming the exact same position; Jiwoo struggled to swallow your load, looking slightly overwhelmed by the consistency and gagging.

“Help her with it, Asa,” you commanded, and Jiwoo spat a small glob into Asa’s agape mouth. With a much more manageable mouthful, she swallowed with a gasp.

Jiwoo proceeded to assume the same position with Asa, holding her much longer hair in a handheld ponytail, though Asa moved at her own pace.

“She’s so dirty, daddy,” Jiwoo groaned. “I think she’s too excited.”

“Sh-she’s too eager, huh?,” you struggled, the sensitivity making your legs shaky. “Maybe I should discipline her?”

Asa nodded with pleading eyes. You held her cheek in hand, rubbing a thumb on the sharpest part of her bone, before giving a full, loud slap that rang in the room. Asa yelped, spit spilling out the edges of her mouth.

“Harder, daddy,” Jiwoo urged. “She wants it.” Asa gurgled in agreement, and you gave a more heavy-handed slap. She squeezed out a few tears, and you massaged her tender cheek with the same thumb. There was something about Asa wanting to be completely wrecked this way that kept you wanting to be aggressive, even against your own concern.

“Cum in her mouth, daddy, please,” Jiwoo urged. Asa let go of you, stroking your tip right at the end of her exposed tongue.

“Filthy slut,” you groaned, barely keeping your own, “I’m– gonna–”

With a sudden jolt – both from you and Jiwoo shoving Asa’s face into your hilt – you emptied the last spurts into her throat, almost directly down into it. She coughed and gagged, still giggling at it all.

“F-fuck!,” Asa gasped. “You bitch!”

“Slut,” Jiwoo hissed. “Come here.”

The two made out in front of you, the makeup on their cheeks rubbed against each other. The sides of their mouths foamed with trails of flowing drool and cum, and you combed their hair slowly.

“Good girls,” you chuckled weakly, sitting down. You glanced at the clock on a nearby desk: nearly 11PM.

You took your handkerchief and wiped your still twitching cock clean, before rubbing it all over their cheeks and mouths, the scent of you and them still heavy on it.

“You’re– so polite, d– sir,” Jiwoo giggled, switching back to her more shy self. Asa’s head tucked into her shoulders when it was her turn, seemingly regretful of her behavior.

You rubbed her cheek again. “You did great, Asa,” you reassured. “You too, Jiwoo.”

They smiled. That’s all they did the whole night, you were concerned they’d cramp their faces anytime now.

“It’s really late now, ladies,” you urged, “but it’d be a huge scandal if I was caught leaving here with everyone else in the morning.”

They looked at you, smiles tempered. You knelt down to their height sat on the floor, rubbing their shoulders.

“Feel free to visit my office, okay?”

“Okay, daddy,” Asa teased. Jiwoo elbowed her. “…Sir.”

Closing the door on the still giggling pair was surprisingly cathartic – enough that the minute it clicked shut your knees buckled for a second. Hobbling your way out of the dormitory, you fumbled with the keys to your car.

“Sir?”

You looked behind you. It was Kyujin, with Eunchae right behind her.

“Ladies?,” you remarked. “Out so late? Need a ride home?”

“No, we live here,” Eunchae replied. “But why are you here?”

“Well…”