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I cannot remember his name, nor does that fact particularly bother me. It was a classy affair, lots of flash and glitter and expense. Expensive outfits, expensive jewelry, expensive escorts; that last section included me. Looking attractive is already part of my job, we idols just do it so well, that few can resist our charms. My initial partner certainly could not, which was why I left him sprawled in the handicapped bathroom with his pants around his ankles and his balls like raisins. And the part had only been going on for barely over an hour when I had sashayed out of that reeking bathroom, so I had time to kill and entertainment to find. And lo, there he was. Some ripe young man simply ogling the passing women-flesh on display, some immature girls fluttering about him, obviously childhood friends too busy bickering to claim the prize they both have been hankering after for God knows how many years. Oh well, perhaps they will learn to pluck their fruit before someone else does.

All it took was a shy smile, the most teasing of comments, the slight touch of my hand against his arm, the subtly lean of my body so that his eyes nearly fell down my cleavage. I was mildly impressed he had not tried to take me then and there. But as I stressed, this was a classy affair, so instead I idly guided him into one of those decorated nooks and crannies that seem to populate any party of sufficient stature; lust requires some privacy in polite society after all. My how his little birds had chirped as I led him away, not realizing what a favor I was doing them, virgins can be so disappointing if one does not enjoy them with the correct mindset, which they wouldn't have. The first several niches I glanced into were occupied, indeed, I had spotted my dear groupmate Ningning in one of them squirting wildly all over her partner, I had shared a glance of acknowledgement, and then I had moved on. But the fifth cubby had been empty, and even sported a chair with an assortment of pillows scattered about. Perfect.

He had wavered at the precipice, uncertainty warring with lust, no doubt his mother had sternly ordered him to beware gorgeous women offering themselves to him, fearful of him coming home with some unworthy slut with a full belly. But his mother can rest easy, I have no interest in bearing his child. I glanced over my shoulder, raising an innocent eyebrow, and cordially invited him to join me, giving him my playful face, the one that makes my fans croon. It worked. Obviously. And soon he was nervously ensconced in the seat, while I kicked some pillows in front of it, kneeling on marble is rather unpleasant after all, no doubt all sorts of ideas running through his silly little head. Then I knelt before him, flashed a winning smile, and oh so tenderly slid my hands long his legs before oh so surprisingly ending up with my fingers deftly unzipping him. It is best to be direct with virgins, otherwise nothing will get done.

And so now here I am, on my knees before some spoiled brat, his penis hardening and softening in my hand, asking with the utmost courtesy if he is prepared for what is to come. He is not, but he doesn't know that. He answers, "Yes, Karina," he stammers, pleadingly, "please..." Adorable. His eyes ravish me, my perfectly shaped face, my long luscious black hair, my bared limber legs, my weighty breasts, so skillfully displayed by my short, black dress; it was a gentle surprise I was not already dripping with his semen. No doubt he expects to spend his seven seconds of heaven inside of me, but that would be a waste. He would barely be in my pussy long enough to truly appreciate its splendor, and then he would fuck one of those indolent girls who surround him, would last several minutes in her loose cunt, and incorrectly declare her better than an idol. It was demeaning, really. So I imprint myself upon him in a more memorable manner, unlimbering my cleavage from its confines and allowing it to drape down my chest.

Ah. Now he stiffens.

I give him several heartbeats to truly appreciate my chest, leaning back and tilting my head down, giving him a playful smile to encourage him, all while my fingers delicately fondle his manhood. Already he is groaning, gawping at my tits as if he had never seen a pair of breasts before, if I had turned about and dropped my panties, no doubt my ass would be getting plastered. But that would not be fun, so instead I wait patiently until the pulsating in his cock subsides, before onehandedly popping open the bottle of oil I had pulled from my purse while he was busy drooling over my curves. I dower my breasts with a healthy helping of scented lubricating oil, not enough to remove stimulation, but enough to ensure I would not need to reapply it any time soon. I rub it into my cleavage, massaging it with both hands until it is slick and glistens in the false candlelight of the flambeaux, "Well, aren't you a little excited" I purr vivaciously, "I hope you will be able to make it between them..." and my lips curl upwards when he assures me he will. Such youthful confidence...

Wearing a beatifical smile, I wrap my breasts around his upraised member, relishing in his sigh of pleasure as my soft flesh enfolds him, trapping his cock in my pillowy prison. Precum beads at his tip, and I give him a shocked expression, "Cumming so soon?" I gasp teasingly, before descending into giggles, making his face flush an even deeper red. He stammers excuses, but I shush with a laugh, "Oh don't worry dear, I'll be sure to make this last..." and he nods eagerly, no doubt interpreting this as a few minutes, as if that would be enough to satisfy me. Feeling his balls uncurl from his groin, I start to move, dragging my chest up his length, before hauling my breasts back down it, a simple, yet effective technique. He shudders while I pleasure him, my breasts softer than anything he could have fantasized, a constant, pampering pressure has emptied many a lover. His groans fill our secluded alcove as I languidly stimulate his cock, my cleavage having claimed his virginity, it was superior to most pussies after all, so it might as well count.

Barely a minute has gone by before his hips start to flinch, his manhood palpitated between my tits, his breaths increasing rapidly, "Oh fuck, Karina!" He moans, "Don't stop!" Already pathetically eager to reach his climax and leave me with a chestful of thick semen. How cute. So I relax, my breasts denuding his cock of the pressure that stimulates it so, stifling his rising orgasm, even as he desperately starts to hump my chest. I ride it out, carefully maneuvering my cleavage to ensure the only thing leaving his swollen dick was a runnel of precum that pools against my skin, leaving him blubbering, "Oh not yet dear," I croon, "I am hardly satisfied with just this. I want all of it," as if I truly care about his worthless seed, journey before destination, after all, "I want your first load to be magnificent," I lie cheerfully, "I want you begging for release," which was far more truthful. Hearing cherry boys whimpering was just so... delicious. It excites that primal part of me, that motherly urge to dominate the lesser the sex. And boys think girls need a fat cock in them to feel satisfied!

So I continue, once I am sure the risk of premature ejaculation has fallen, having already learned his rhythms. Cocks are such simple brutes, so easy to conquer if one takes the time to learn their weaknesses. Now I add a little more pressure to the proceedings, squishing my chest a touch tighter to keep his dick's attention fully on me, penises do so love to sulk after being edged. But my efforts are enough revive his manhood's interest, already sensitive from having come so close to finishing, and soon he is gasping once more. My breasts squelch along his shaft, his fluids adding an endearing sloppiness to the proceedings, as do his desperate whines and muttered entreaties to his absent mother, "Don't worry dear, Mommy is right here," I purr hungrily, tightening my fleshy embrace in emphasis, "Just let Mommy take care of everything..." And a fresh surge of precum shows his enthusiastic agreement with that sentiment. How endearing.

He moans for me, moaning for his Mommy, moaning for release, his words slurring as his mind melts under the tender caress of my breasts. I encourage him, urging him to hold on for Mommy, all while pampering his cock with ever greater vigor, I want him to finish before his climax wanes from heavenly to simple relief. He begs, oh how he begs. His balls clenching painfully, his shaft spasming from the sheer size of the load getting exquisitely pushed through it, doing his best to hold back even as it cataclysmically approaches. How sublime. So I urge him to let go, "Let it all out for Mommy," I sigh lovingly while I bury his manhood in my chest, "There you go, good boy. Goooood booooy," he practically sobs with pleasure while his seed erupts into my cleavage, his entire body writhing with every spurt, clutching weakly at me for support as he doubles over from the force of his orgasm. Drool trickles down onto my head as he gurgles plaintively, his brain unable to comprehend anything but the fountain of stimulation coursing from his cock, and still he continues to unload.

By the time he finishes, it looks as if a glass of yogurt had been dumped over my tits, a truly impressive quantity of semen baptizing the site of his lost virginity. I leave him there, head lolling, giving him a faint kiss upon his forehead to show my appreciation of his efforts, sliding my breasts back into the tight confines of my dress. One does not wander around topless at such a cultured party after all, though I proudly display his load upon my pushed up chest. My sudden exit disturbs the roost of girls who had been spying upon us while I ravished their purported amour, the pair of them glaring furiously at me for claiming their crush. I noticed their outraged observations from the start, not that I minded of course, what was the point of an affair if others could not watch? I have a wicked thought to turn about then and there and claim his virginity with my pussy, to spite the little lovebirds, but I resist the thought. No doubt by tomorrow morning he will be balls deep in one of them, his mind filled with disappointment that her hole does not measure up to the pure bliss of my breasts. So instead I hush them each with a finger, smearing his cum across their lips as I breeze by. One of them looks thoughtful, the other disgusted.

Feeling rather pleased with myself, I rejoin the main event, preening as eyes linger upon my curvaceous form, and the bountiful offering spread across them. It is not long before a group of suitors petition me, their wives and paramours feigning jealousy behind them, and I gladly join them in a nearby alcove. Within a minute I am on my knees, after five I am being penetrated in every hole, before fifteen have passed, the ladies join in the fun.

I cannot remember his name, nor does that fact particularly bother me. It was a classy affair, lots of flash and glitter and expense. Expensive outfits, expensive jewelry, expensive escorts; that last section included me. Looking attractive is already part of my job, we idols just do it so well, that few can resist our charms. My initial partner certainly could not, which was why I left him sprawled in the handicapped bathroom with his pants around his ankles and his balls like raisins. And the part had only been going on for barely over an hour when I had sashayed out of that reeking bathroom, so I had time to kill and entertainment to find. And lo, there he was. Some ripe young man simply ogling the passing women-flesh on display, some immature girls fluttering about him, obviously childhood friends too busy bickering to claim the prize they both have been hankering after for God knows how many years. Oh well, perhaps they will learn to pluck their fruit before someone else does.

All it took was a shy smile, the most teasing of comments, the slight touch of my hand against his arm, the subtly lean of my body so that his eyes nearly fell down my cleavage. I was mildly impressed he had not tried to take me then and there. But as I stressed, this was a classy affair, so instead I idly guided him into one of those decorated nooks and crannies that seem to populate any party of sufficient stature; lust requires some privacy in polite society after all. My how his little birds had chirped as I led him away, not realizing what a favor I was doing them, virgins can be so disappointing if one does not enjoy them with the correct mindset, which they wouldn't have. The first several niches I glanced into were occupied, indeed, I had spotted my dear groupmate Ningning in one of them squirting wildly all over her partner, I had shared a glance of acknowledgement, and then I had moved on. But the fifth cubby had been empty, and even sported a chair with an assortment of pillows scattered about. Perfect.

He had wavered at the precipice, uncertainty warring with lust, no doubt his mother had sternly ordered him to beware gorgeous women offering themselves to him, fearful of him coming home with some unworthy slut with a full belly. But his mother can rest easy, I have no interest in bearing his child. I glanced over my shoulder, raising an innocent eyebrow, and cordially invited him to join me, giving him my playful face, the one that makes my fans croon. It worked. Obviously. And soon he was nervously ensconced in the seat, while I kicked some pillows in front of it, kneeling on marble is rather unpleasant after all, no doubt all sorts of ideas running through his silly little head. Then I knelt before him, flashed a winning smile, and oh so tenderly slid my hands long his legs before oh so surprisingly ending up with my fingers deftly unzipping him. It is best to be direct with virgins, otherwise nothing will get done.

And so now here I am, on my knees before some spoiled brat, his penis hardening and softening in my hand, asking with the utmost courtesy if he is prepared for what is to come. He is not, but he doesn't know that. He answers, "Yes, Karina," he stammers, pleadingly, "please..." Adorable. His eyes ravish me, my perfectly shaped face, my long luscious black hair, my bared limber legs, my weighty breasts, so skillfully displayed by my short, black dress; it was a gentle surprise I was not already dripping with his semen. No doubt he expects to spend his seven seconds of heaven inside of me, but that would be a waste. He would barely be in my pussy long enough to truly appreciate its splendor, and then he would fuck one of those indolent girls who surround him, would last several minutes in her loose cunt, and incorrectly declare her better than an idol. It was demeaning, really. So I imprint myself upon him in a more memorable manner, unlimbering my cleavage from its confines and allowing it to drape down my chest.

Ah. Now he stiffens.

I give him several heartbeats to truly appreciate my chest, leaning back and tilting my head down, giving him a playful smile to encourage him, all while my fingers delicately fondle his manhood. Already he is groaning, gawping at my tits as if he had never seen a pair of breasts before, if I had turned about and dropped my panties, no doubt my ass would be getting plastered. But that would not be fun, so instead I wait patiently until the pulsating in his cock subsides, before onehandedly popping open the bottle of oil I had pulled from my purse while he was busy drooling over my curves. I dower my breasts with a healthy helping of scented lubricating oil, not enough to remove stimulation, but enough to ensure I would not need to reapply it any time soon. I rub it into my cleavage, massaging it with both hands until it is slick and glistens in the false candlelight of the flambeaux, "Well, aren't you a little excited" I purr vivaciously, "I hope you will be able to make it between them..." and my lips curl upwards when he assures me he will. Such youthful confidence...

Wearing a beatifical smile, I wrap my breasts around his upraised member, relishing in his sigh of pleasure as my soft flesh enfolds him, trapping his cock in my pillowy prison. Precum beads at his tip, and I give him a shocked expression, "Cumming so soon?" I gasp teasingly, before descending into giggles, making his face flush an even deeper red. He stammers excuses, but I shush with a laugh, "Oh don't worry dear, I'll be sure to make this last..." and he nods eagerly, no doubt interpreting this as a few minutes, as if that would be enough to satisfy me. Feeling his balls uncurl from his groin, I start to move, dragging my chest up his length, before hauling my breasts back down it, a simple, yet effective technique. He shudders while I pleasure him, my breasts softer than anything he could have fantasized, a constant, pampering pressure has emptied many a lover. His groans fill our secluded alcove as I languidly stimulate his cock, my cleavage having claimed his virginity, it was superior to most pussies after all, so it might as well count.

Barely a minute has gone by before his hips start to flinch, his manhood palpitated between my tits, his breaths increasing rapidly, "Oh fuck, Karina!" He moans, "Don't stop!" Already pathetically eager to reach his climax and leave me with a chestful of thick semen. How cute. So I relax, my breasts denuding his cock of the pressure that stimulates it so, stifling his rising orgasm, even as he desperately starts to hump my chest. I ride it out, carefully maneuvering my cleavage to ensure the only thing leaving his swollen dick was a runnel of precum that pools against my skin, leaving him blubbering, "Oh not yet dear," I croon, "I am hardly satisfied with just this. I want all of it," as if I truly care about his worthless seed, journey before destination, after all, "I want your first load to be magnificent," I lie cheerfully, "I want you begging for release," which was far more truthful. Hearing cherry boys whimpering was just so... delicious. It excites that primal part of me, that motherly urge to dominate the lesser the sex. And boys think girls need a fat cock in them to feel satisfied!

So I continue, once I am sure the risk of premature ejaculation has fallen, having already learned his rhythms. Cocks are such simple brutes, so easy to conquer if one takes the time to learn their weaknesses. Now I add a little more pressure to the proceedings, squishing my chest a touch tighter to keep his dick's attention fully on me, penises do so love to sulk after being edged. But my efforts are enough revive his manhood's interest, already sensitive from having come so close to finishing, and soon he is gasping once more. My breasts squelch along his shaft, his fluids adding an endearing sloppiness to the proceedings, as do his desperate whines and muttered entreaties to his absent mother, "Don't worry dear, Mommy is right here," I purr hungrily, tightening my fleshy embrace in emphasis, "Just let Mommy take care of everything..." And a fresh surge of precum shows his enthusiastic agreement with that sentiment. How endearing.

He moans for me, moaning for his Mommy, moaning for release, his words slurring as his mind melts under the tender caress of my breasts. I encourage him, urging him to hold on for Mommy, all while pampering his cock with ever greater vigor, I want him to finish before his climax wanes from heavenly to simple relief. He begs, oh how he begs. His balls clenching painfully, his shaft spasming from the sheer size of the load getting exquisitely pushed through it, doing his best to hold back even as it cataclysmically approaches. How sublime. So I urge him to let go, "Let it all out for Mommy," I sigh lovingly while I bury his manhood in my chest, "There you go, good boy. Goooood booooy," he practically sobs with pleasure while his seed erupts into my cleavage, his entire body writhing with every spurt, clutching weakly at me for support as he doubles over from the force of his orgasm. Drool trickles down onto my head as he gurgles plaintively, his brain unable to comprehend anything but the fountain of stimulation coursing from his cock, and still he continues to unload.

By the time he finishes, it looks as if a glass of yogurt had been dumped over my tits, a truly impressive quantity of semen baptizing the site of his lost virginity. I leave him there, head lolling, giving him a faint kiss upon his forehead to show my appreciation of his efforts, sliding my breasts back into the tight confines of my dress. One does not wander around topless at such a cultured party after all, though I proudly display his load upon my pushed up chest. My sudden exit disturbs the roost of girls who had been spying upon us while I ravished their purported amour, the pair of them glaring furiously at me for claiming their crush. I noticed their outraged observations from the start, not that I minded of course, what was the point of an affair if others could not watch? I have a wicked thought to turn about then and there and claim his virginity with my pussy, to spite the little lovebirds, but I resist the thought. No doubt by tomorrow morning he will be balls deep in one of them, his mind filled with disappointment that her hole does not measure up to the pure bliss of my breasts. So instead I hush them each with a finger, smearing his cum across their lips as I breeze by. One of them looks thoughtful, the other disgusted.

Feeling rather pleased with myself, I rejoin the main event, preening as eyes linger upon my curvaceous form, and the bountiful offering spread across them. It is not long before a group of suitors petition me, their wives and paramours feigning jealousy behind them, and I gladly join them in a nearby alcove. Within a minute I am on my knees, after five I am being penetrated in every hole, before fifteen have passed, the ladies join in the fun.

“Does this make my butt look big?” Chaeryeong asked, a slight frown on her face as she looked in the mirror. 

“Not really.” Her partner responded. “I think with a little adjustment, we’ll be there, though. Here, let me.” The black skirt that Chaeryeong wore was already short, and if she bent over, her cheeks would definitely be out. Dahyun knew what the problem was. Chaeryeong had put it on just a little too low. 

“You almost got it right. We just need to move this a little higher,” Dahyun said, raising the skirt a few inches higher, enough to where the end of the skirt curved perfectly around Chaeryeong’s pale cheeks, accentuating her curves. “There we go, that’s better.”

“Thank you, Unnie.”

“It’s no problem, I used to make the same mistakes,” Dahyun said, waving away Chaeryeong’s gratitude. “You’ll get it soon enough.”

“I hope so. I’ve been struggling a lot.” Chaeryeong pauses, pursing her lips as she considers telling Dahyun about her troubles. The older woman was someone she trusted a lot, but at the same time, she didn’t want to burden Dahyun. She exhales, “Do you have a moment?”

“Yeah,” Dahyun replies, smiling at the younger woman. She could see the troubled look in Chaeryeong’s eyes, and it made Dahyun feel good to know that the younger workers relied on her. “Let’s go to the break room.” The pair walked together, attracting some gazes from the others.

“Go get them, you two!” Sana shouted, her cheeks pulled high into a bright, toothy smile. The Japanese woman turned to the side, pulling on Sullyoon’s arm. “We should do that, too!” Sullyoon was less than enthused. She didn’t say a thing, though, as Sana began to relay all the ideas they could do together. “I can find my old uniform, or do you want to get something matching?” Sana asked. Dahyun chuckled at hearing that. She knew how troublesome Sana could be when she really wanted to do something, and it was so hard to go against her with how cute she was. The older woman silently wished Sullyoon good luck; there was little she could do to stop Sana.  

Dahyun and Chaeryeong walked to the breakroom, giggling. It was hard to stay silent when they had both witnessed Sana’s overactive nature. They take seats in the empty room. “So what did you want to talk about?” Dahyun asked, jumping right into the problem.

Chaeryeong took a deep breath. It was difficult for her to process everything she wanted to ask and discuss, so she started where she thought it would be best to begin. “Dahyun, why did you start working here?”

“Why did I start?” Dahyun repeats, blinking a few times as she considers her reason for working at Tinkerbell. “Mmm, well, I started for two reasons. The first would probably be that I wanted to explore my sexuality, and this was sort of a safe place to do so. I grew up in a very religious household, so topics like sex and kinks and well, other things like that didn't happen.” Dahyun chuckles to herself, reflecting on how she was when she started.

“I…well, you hear stories, right? From friends about things they've done with their boyfriends and partners in general, wild nights out.  I didn't have that experience, and so I felt a little self-conscious about it. I get old enough to move out and be on my own, and so I decide I'll make a big leap, join here.” Dahyun cuts herself off, “There's more to why I chose here, I can tell you about that later, though, let's just say some of the older workers are involved.” 

“The second, and some would say the more important reason, was that I needed money and a lot of it. I did not make good financial decisions.” Dahyun laughs as her memories play in her mind. “Let me tell you, buying a giant inflatable floaty is a terrible decision even if you use it as a bed, but, yeah. Those are my reasons. A little bit of exploration and some money. Working here solved both those problems, and I've made some good friends along the way.”

Chaeryeong nods her head. “That's good. It's just that I've been thinking about why I'm here. I'm not really getting many people coming to me. So it's like, why am I still here? Am I not good at my job?”  Chaeryeong twiddles her thumbs under her table. “Have you ever had something like this?”

“Oh, honey, of course I did. I was terrible at this job. Do you know how embarrassing it is when you have a customer ask to move on from a blowjob? I mean, he hasn't cum, and it doesn't even feel like he's close; he just wants it to end. I came in with no experience, and word got around pretty quickly that I wasn't good at this. The staff had to really try to sell me to the customers. It was awful.”  Dahyun tilts her head, having to remember her struggles, making her feel a little down. “The point is, I was terrible and thinking the same things you were. Jihyo noticed and helped me, really gave me a confidence boost. We actually partnered up for this event back then. It helped me get a few clients I still see now. We did a whole routine of her teaching me how to do things, from handjobs to riding. She even had me learn how to do a bobojob.” Dahyun says, looking down at her relatively small chest. The motion makes Chaeryeong smile. “ I probably would've given up if it weren’t for her. Chaeryeong, if you need any help at all, you can come to me. I'll help you in any way I can.”

Chaeryeong nods her head. “Thanks, this is really what I needed. It's nice having someone who understands what I'm feeling.” Chaeryeong feels Dahyun's hand on her back, the soft pats making her feel more comfortable. 

“Alright, now let’s put on our working faces. We have a customer to please.” The pair smiles at each other and begins to head to their room for the night. “Ah, we probably should've talked about this more. What kind of roleplay do we want to do? What are we feeling tonight?” It was an important question that the pair hadn't really considered before this. Dahyun now felt a little worried; they needed to come up with something quick.

“How about…” Chaeryeong wracked her brain thinking of possible scenarios to run. “Maybe…” Chaeryeong kept fumbling in her mind, speaking a few words before she had a fully fleshed out thought. “Naughty school girls are a bit overdone. So what if we did something like sex is our homework?”

Dahyun cocked her head to the side, her brows furrowing. “Would that make the customer our dad? And we're sisters?” Dahyun tried to hold back a laugh; her lips quivered before she eventually broke. “You're starting to sound like Sana.” She said with a laugh. Chaeryeong immediately blushed and covered her face. She was starting to sound like Sana.

Chaeryeong waved away the thought, “Okay, maybe not that idea.”

“Mmm, we might need to go with the naughty school girls idea.” Dahyun tried her best to think of other things to do. “We could be good girls, getting extra credit from our teacher? How does that sound? I mean, we look like innocent students. Maybe the customer could play the part of a teacher, taking advantage of us.” The more Dahyun thought about it, the less she liked the idea. 

“I think we're just going to have to settle for us being naughty school girls. At the very least, we could be in love with our teacher. Like, fawn over him, it gives us a slightly different angle.” Dahyun nods along to the idea. 

“Okay, I think we could make that work. Let's do it.” Satisfied with the idea, the pair makes sure everything in the room is set. Because they had chosen their outfits well in advance, they had managed to secure a special room. While all the standard rooms were more or less simple bedrooms, theirs was a classroom. If someone were to walk into the room, they would probably be more than a little confused, that is, if they weren't expecting it.  Dahyun and Chaeryeong had some fun while they were waiting for their first appointment. They drew on the whiteboard, writing their names and drawing what came to mind, mostly butterflies and hearts. 

The pair were caught in the middle of their artistry, the door to the room opening suddenly. They both jumped, their hands shaking as you stepped into the room. Chaeryeong leaned against the wall, a hand to her chest as she took a deep breath. “T-teacher! You should have told us you were coming back.” Dahyun says with a slight stutter. She jumped into the best line she could think of on a moment’s notice. Dahyun did a small double-take at the board and tried her best to cover their drawings. 

It took you a moment to get your bearings, mostly because of the outfits they were wearing. They were school uniforms that had definitely been modified. What stood out the most to you was their backsides. The skirts were so high and short that their asses were clearly visible as they stood up.  You could even see small bits of their panties; it was a black fabric that clashed perfectly with their pale skin. It seemed like the pair noticed your stares and the growing bulge in your pants. The more experienced Dahyun made her move. “Are you getting hard because of us, teacher?” The petite woman moved away from the board and toward you, her hips swaying with every step she took. “Do you like us that much?” 

Chaeryeong began to follow Dahyun's lead, moving closer to your left. “We don't mind, you know? We like that you're getting hard because of us, isn't that right, Dahyun?”

Dahyun nods her head, “Right. I don't mind at all. I like that my favorite teacher is thinking of me like that.” Dahyun had a sly smile on her face as she grabbed your right hand. She presses herself against your chest. “I saw you staring at our asses. Do you want to touch them?” Chaeryeong does the same on your left. 

“We won't tell anyone. We like you a lot.” The pair had their hands hovering inches from their plush rears. You couldn't resist their calls. You place your hands on their pale ass, squeezing the soft cheeks. Dahyun and Caheryeong smile at you, placing their hands on your bulging crotch. “That's it, touch all you want,” Chaeryeong said, her voice deeper as she worked with Dahyun to get your belt off. 

“The two of you look so good,” you tell them, finally managing to get some words out.  

“I'm glad you think so. But I think we would look prettier doing something else. Something naughty.” Chaeryeong whispers. Her words have you giving their asses a rougher squeeze, drawing slight moans out from the young women. “We've been thinking about you like this for a long time.”

“Mhmm, you have no idea how long we've thought about you like this. The way we've touched ourselves, imagining it was you doing it, taking us. We're so happy that you like our bodies.” The pair finally has your belt undone and looks over at the desk in the corner. “Why don't you take a seat? We know how hard you work. Let your students do some of the work.” Caheryeong and Dhyun walk you over to what would be your desk. You take a seat on the office chair and lean back, watching as the pair drop to their knees and pull down your pants. Chaeryeong unconsciously wets her lips as she holds onto the waistband. 

“Should we, Dahyun?” Chaeryteong asks the older woman.

“We should,” Dahyun replies quickly. Together, they pull down your underwear, your hard cock flopping out of its confines. “Ohh, it's bigger than I imagined,” Dahyun whispered, her lips curling upward into a smile. 

“Do you think it's going to fit?” Chaeryeong asks. Even if they were bluffing about your size, it felt good to have the two beautiful women practically drooling over it. 

“We'll make it,” Dahyun giggles. “Have the first taste, Chaeryeong.”

“Can I?” Dahyun nods. Chaeryerong glances at you with a deep smile as she inches closer to you. You feel her warm breath against the head. Her slick lips wrap around it, slowly coming together over the center, before she pulls away. “It's better than we imagined.” She says softly to her partner before going in for more. Chaeryeong’s slim hand slowly wraps around your shaft. Dahyun moves the younger woman's hair behind her ear, holding it as Chaeryeong wraps her lips around you once more. You shudder as her tongue grazes you. Chaeryeong brings it around again, swirling it around the tip as she stares at you, her eyes asking for approval. 

“K-keep going, it feels good.” Now, with your permission, Chaeryeong begins to bob her head. Her warm saliva coats your cock, bathing it as her lips stretch around your length.  

“Do you like it that much, sir?” Dahyun asked patiently, waiting for her turn. 

“Yes,” you mumble, struggling with the waves of pleasure crashing over you as Chaeryeong reaches the base. She hummed softly, making her throat vibrate around you. “H-how did you get so good at this, Chaeryeong?”

Chaeryeong pulls back, her hand stroking your shaft as she catches her breath. “I had a lot of practice, but don't worry, teacher. I didn't practice with anyone. I used a toy. I wanted you to be my first. Dahyun and I made sure every part of our bodies is ready for you.”

Dahyun moves to your side, kissing your cheek. “She's right, we made sure we were ready for you, sir.” The pale woman grabs your hand and places it back on her ass. “We mean every part of our body.” She told you, adding emphasis, so you knew everything was on the table. The thought of fucking either woman in the ass turns you on; it makes your cock throb. 

Feeling this,  Chaeryeong pauses her handjob. “Don't cum yet. We don't want any of it going to waste.”

“Every drop has to go inside us,” Dahyun adds.  You nod along, agreeing to their stipulation, not that you had other plans. “We're going to share the first one, so you'd better have enough for us to get our own after.” Chaeryeong scoots to the side, giving the older woman space to kneel between your legs. Together they attack your length, their warm, slick tongue lapping at the head, with Dahyun and Chaeryeong occasionally sharing a kiss with you at the center. You fill the rooms with your moans as the pair works you over. You don't even notice them unbuttoning each other's shirts. All you can think about as you tilt your head back and stare at the ceiling is their soft lips moving along your shaft.

They gave you small kisses; had Dahyun and Chaeryeong chosen a darker-colored lipstick, it would have been more visible on you. You had to listen to the girls moan softly as they tasted your precum.  “I can't wait to have the real thing,” Chaeryeong giggled before planting her lips back on your shaft.  At this point, your muscles were tightening. You were about to blow, and these women knew it. They purposely slowed down. First was Chaeryeong, she grabbed your shaft, and coated her lips in your precum, tracing them with the head of your cock. Dahyun did the same, before Chaeryeong and her decided to each take half of the head and suck on their respective side. It was too much for you. 

You blow your load, and as more of your cum spurts out, Dahyun takes over, engulfing the head and letting your cum fill her mouth, her tongue brushing along the bottom of the tip as she strokes your length. Chaeryeong watched from the side, biting her fingertip at the erotic sight. Once your orgasm had ended Dahyun pulled away from you and pulled Chaeryeong in by her open shirt/ She pressed her lips against the younger woman's, her mouth opening as she shared your cum with Chaeryeong. It was a deep kiss, their tongue exploring each other's mouths as they savored the salty taste of your cum. 

The sight kept you hard, and how could it not? These half-naked women wanted you and were willing to share you. You took deep breaths, trying to get some energy back before they refocused their attention on you. 

For not that didn't seem like a problem as Dahyun pulled Chaeryeong's head back gently and hovered over the younger woman's face, letting the mixture of semen and saliva drip into Chaeryeong's mouth and down her throat as she gratefully accepted the gift. Chaeryeong even giggles, pointing to you. Dahyun glances at you and joins in the laughter. “It looks like you want to be a part of this. How about we move on, Chaery?”

Chaeryeong gives a slight nod, “Sure, I do want to have a taste with a different mouth.” Chaeryeong rises from the floor and stands next to the older woman. “Who do you want first, teacher?” Chaeryeong presses her body against Dahyun, their black lace bras rubbing against each other. 

“Maybe we should strip a little to show him what we each have to offer,” Dahyun suggests.

“I think you may be right.” Dahyun stepped behind the younger woman and peeled off her already-open shirt, letting the black bra take all the attention. Dahyun's pale hands snaked up Chaeryeong's body, where she squeezed the younger woman's tits. The small moan that escaped Chaeryeong's mouth had you wanting more. You watched as Dahyun pulled on the bra's cups, revealing Chaeryeong's tiny brown nipples. They were cute, perfectly fitting Chaeryeong's modest chest. 

“They look nice, don't they?” Dahyun gives the small tits a gentle squeeze. “You should give him a taste, Chaeryeong.”

“Do you want to taste them?” Chaeryeong asks nervously. The tone in her voice and the doe eyes she looks at you with make her all the more cute. Dahyun’s fingers find the younger woman's nipple, and she twists it gently. Chaeryeong rests her body against the older woman's as Dahyun pinches the sensitive nub. You nod your head emphatically. Dahyun guides Chaeryeong onto your lap. The young woman sits on one of your legs. Chaeryeong blushes, her pale skin turning a bright red as you lean in and run your tongue around the nub. Chaeryeong sucks in a breath and shuts her eyes. She hums in approval as your tongue swirls around her nipple. 

Not one to be left out, Dahyun lets her shirt fall off her shoulders. She had a similar bra, though it came off quickly. Dahyun plopped herself down on our other leg. She pushed out her chest for you to suck on. You switch your focus, going to Dahyun's dusty-pink nubs. She lets out low moans, craning her neck as your tongue flicks her nipple. 

“Can I go first?” Chaeryeong asks, staring at you with big doe eyes. You feel her hand wrapping around your cock again. She was definitely eager. You had to give her points for that. The timing could have been better, though. You release Dahyun's nipple and look at the younger woman. 

“Why don't you take off that skirt and those panties?” Chaeryeong smiles softly and stands up. She fiddles with her skirt for a moment, letting the anticipation build before dropping the last articles of clothing. She was already wet, her nectar glistening on her thighs. “Such a good girl. I think I'll take that pretty pink pussy of yours.” You turn to Dahyun, who understands what to do. She moves off your lap, allowing Chaeryeong to climb onto it. You stop her from straddling you, though, wanting her to face Dahyun instead. You grab your cock, aligning it with Chaeryeong's entrance. You and Dahyun share a glance, she places her hands on the younger woman's shoulders, and pushes her onto your cock. Chaeryeong was tight; it felt like you might break her.

You and Chaeryeong both fill the fake classroom with your moans. Dahyun smiled as she pushed her younger coworker further onto your cock, watching as it disappeared into her cunt. “You have no idea how much Chaeryeong has been wanting this, sir. Please use her however you want.” Dahyun pats Chaeryeong's cheek gently, “Tell the teacher how you feel.”

“I feel so good,” Chaeryeong moaned, leaning forward as your cock reached deep into her core. “Y-you're filling me up. I-I,” Chaeryeong struggles to form the words for a second, her mind short-circuiting. “Fuck me, sir. Please, I want to make you happy.” 

You grip Chaeryeong's slim waist, holding her against your crotch, keeping your cock buried in her tight cunt a few seconds longer. The young woman's walls were flexing around you, practically sucking you in. Chaeryeong groans as you begin to slide out of her, your cock glistening with her nectar as you pull out a little over half of your cock. The young woman had thought you would pull out more, but you pulled the trigger early, pulling back down onto you. The head rammed into her womb, leaving her seeing stars. “You're so tight, Chaeryeong.” You can't wait any longer, you begin to bounce her on your lap, her tits bouncing in time with her. It started slow, like a march, but you desired more pleasure. You began to thrust your hips as you brought her down. 

Chaeryeong cried out, pleasure coursing through her body as your desires for her body became more known. Dahyun watched as you ravaged the young woman, your hand shifting from Chaeryeong's waist. It slid along her toned stomach until it reached her soft chest. You squeeze her tits, your nails digging into her skin. “Ahh, s-sir,” Chaeryeong mumbled. She loved the way you wanted her. Even now, she could tell you were holding back. She started to think about having you come back again, just you and her. It was a thought that quickly vanished, though, as she felt Dahyun's lips on hers. 

The older woman wasn't just kissing her, though; she was making sure that Chaeryeong was as tight as possible. Dahyun's hand was between the younger woman's legs, rubbing her clit. Chaeyeong struggled with all the sensations she was feeling. Her moans turned into whines; she was getting close to cumming. There was tightening in her core that kept coiling. Dahyun smiled. She knew the younger woman was on the verge of cumming. “She's going to cum, sir. Does she have your permission?"

“No, she can't cum yet.” 

“You heard the man,” Dahyun whispered into the younger woman's ear. “Don't cum yet, let him enjoy your tight pussy a little bit longer.”

Chaeryeong was honestly trying her best, but your cock was moving like a piston inside her, and with Dahyun's skilled fingers toying with her clit she was about to blow. Her body was tingling all over. “I want to cum! Please let me cum!” She shouted. “Let me cum on your big, beautiful cock, sir. I can't hold it anymore!” Dahyun made sure to hold the younger woman down as her body began to twitch. 

“Just a little bit longer,” You groan. You were about to cum, too. Chaeryeong could tell, though her body was sending so many signals, that she didn't realize your cock was throbbing inside her. All she could tell was that the thick cock inside her was still wrecking her. “I'm cumming, Chaeryeong!” You shout, ramming your length as deep as you can. You hold the thin woman against you, making sure every drop of your thick cum is inside her. Chaeryeong cums with you, shouting to the heavens as you fill her. She feels a warmth spreading across her body as you fill her womb. Her mind grows fuzzy.

Dahyun kisses the younger woman, “You did great. It's my turn now.” She whispers. Chaeryeong can't hear a thing, though; the intense climax has her ears ringing. All she could do at this moment was rest against you, her sweaty back sticking to your chest. You give Chaeryeong a few small thrusts, making sure the last of your load painted her walls. 

You take a moment to rest, groping her modest mounds as you watch Dahyun bend herself over the desk, her fingers between her legs as she plays with herself. “Don't wait too long, sir. I need your cock too,” 

You slowly bring Chaeryeong off your lap, letting her rest on the chair while you get behind Dahyun, your hand moving along her plush rear. You both look over at the younger woman, noticing how she seems to have gone to sleep. You laugh first, and Dahyun tries to cover hers up. “She's pretty good, Dahyun.”

“I told you she would be. So what do you think? Do you want to spend more time with her?”

“I sure as hell wouldn't mind.” You reply. “I'm glad you got her as a teammate. I have to admit I thought it was weird at first. She, you know, stares off into space sometimes. It's hard to gauge someone like that. I mean, every time I saw her in passing, she looked a little zoned out.”

“She can be like that, but she's a great girl, pretty kinky, too. Don't tell her I told you that, though.” Dahyun smiles at the sleeping younger woman. “We should let her rest.” The pale woman looked over her shoulder at you, shaking her ass while you gripped the soft piece of flesh. “Now, get to business and fuck this ass. I've been waiting all day.”

You strike Dahyun's cheek before pulling them apart. “Look at you all soft one moment and then so dirty the next.” You take a moment to press the head of your slick cock against Dahyun's ass. Before you fuck her, you decide to tease your favorite worker, grinding against her fat ass as your hands reach for her modest chest. Dahyun hums, not one to complain about you playing with her tits. The soft caresses you gave them before each squeeze had her getting wetter by the second. She already knew you were going to be rough when you decided to put it in. She was visualizing it in her mind. 

As you prod the ring of muscle, Dahyun prepares herself. “That’s it, fuck this ass you love so much. Teach me whose ass this is.” You hold onto Dahyun's waist and push into her. She cranes her neck, letting a low guttural moan come out from between her lips as you stretch her wide open. One of her hands grips the desk while the other plays with her pussy. You push in slowly, coating her walls with Chaeryeong's nectar. Once you're seated deep inside her ass, you bring your hand down on her pale cheek, leaving a handprint on her. 

“Such a dirty girl you are. I expected more from my top student.”

“I'm sorry, sir. I'm just a filthy slut. I've been thinking about your cock for days, how much I needed it inside me. It feels even better than I imagined.” Dahyun moaned, pushing her ass back against you, trying to get any motion going. 

You spank Dahyun again, her milky skin turning a bright red. “If you want it so badly then show me. Show me how hard you've been studying.” Dahyun bites her lip as she bounces her ass against you. She does all the work, sliding her body along your cock like it was a toy. Moans spill from her lips as you deliver more strikes to her plush rear. 

“Fuck me, please. I need more.” She begged. 

You grip Dahyun's waist, your hands digging into her smooth skin. “Beg for it. Tell me how much you want it.”

“Fuck me until I can't walk right tomorrow. I need your big fat cock to ruin my little ass. I want to be dreaming of it.” That was more than enough for you. You slide out of Dahyun, leaving the tip inside her tight ass before driving it back inside. “Fuck– yes! Just like that!” You smirk. The dynamic between you and Dahyun had you two pushing each other to your limits. You hold onto her waist tightly as you begin your thrusts. The room is filled with your moans along with the clapping of your bodies when they collide. Dahyun’s hand found her cunt once more, she pushed two fingers into her neglected slit as you ravaged the other hole. 

Dahyun was like a vice, her walls squeezing down on your rubbing each and every inch of your sensitive cock. You lay kisses on Dahyun's back, making her whine. “T-that's not fair,” she says.

“You know you love this.” The combination of soft kisses on her back while you ruthlessly claimed her ass drove Dahyun crazy.

“Y-you can't do this to me,” she whined. 

“You can't stop me, and you don't want to.” Dahyun knew you were right. She stayed silent, as silent as a woman who was loving having a cock split her in two could be anyway. She let her moans spill out, their pitch slowly climbing as she got closer to cumming. “Oh fuck!” She cried out as she felt you push your thumb into her. “I'm going to cum,” she mumbled. She repeated herself twice more before she forced her eyes shut and screamed, her orgasm overcoming her. 

Dahyun's ass tightens around your, constricting around your cock as she desperately tries to make you cum. You give the young woman a few more thrusts before finally blowing your load. You bury yourself inside Dahyun’s pale and petite body, cumming inside her ass. Dahyun lays the side of her head against the cool desk, drool dripping from the corner of her mouth as she feels your warm cum flooding her body. “Oh, fuck yeah,” she says softly, her hand moving in small circles around her clit. The young woman feels full. She smiles, enjoying the way your cock sits inside her for the few minutes you spend recovering. As you drag yourself out of Dahyun, you leave her a mess. Cum dribbles out of her running down her legs as it leaves her gaping ass. Dahyun shivers as the air hits her sensitive nerves. “Can you–” the room's phone rings. The two of you already knew your time was up. “Shoot, I was hoping to go again.”

“Looks like we’ll have to save it for next time.” You peek over at Chaeryeong, the younger woman, who is beginning to stir at the sound of the phone ringing. “You'll have to get her ready for the next guest. You should have some time to do that. The two of you did great, by the way.” You plant a kiss on the back of Dahyun's head, letting her remain against the desk. “Chaeryeong!” You shout, snapping the young woman from her signature distant gazing. “I'll see you again one of these days. You were pretty good. It was nice meeting you.” 

Chaeryeong stands up and bows quickly, “Thank you, sir!” The act is enough to draw a giggle out of Dahyun. Chaeryeong walks up to you on wobbly legs and helps you get dressed. “Please come again soon,” she tells you before she leaves. Chaeryeong smiles to herself. She had someone coming back to see her. She felt a little more confident in her abilities now. “Did you hear that, unnie? He said he'll come by for me!” Dahyun shared in Chaeryeong's happiness. 

“Make sure you can handle him; dozing off is bad business,” she says with a laugh. Chaeryeong covers her face, blushing as she realizes she fell asleep on the job.