Chapter 3 — A Woman's Confession - Part 1 (3)

He called me again a week later. At first, I was worried, but as the days passed, I began to feel disappointed in myself.

Since we were meeting again anyway, I started thinking it might not be so bad—maybe even safer, since he was married and therefore less likely to complicate things. The idea slowly took hold of me…

I had almost convinced myself to let it go, to give up (or so I thought), when his call came.

How did he even get my number?

"Can you come out for a bit?"

If I hadn't felt anything for him, I would've just let it end there. But without a word, I went. I took a shower, put on a skirt, and left.

Before heading out, I took one pill—just in case.

When I arrived at the meeting spot, his car was parked a short distance away. He looked younger than before.

Jeans. A plaid shirt. A white T-shirt underneath. It suited him perfectly.

He started driving slowly. As we left the city, motels lined the road. Eventually, we arrived at a cozy-looking café.

Inside, despite it being Saturday, there was only one couple who seemed to be lovers.

We ordered light food and coffee and began to talk.

"I thought about it… You were right. I'm not the one at risk here—if anything goes wrong, you'd be the one hurt more than me.

If we can just be cool about it, enjoy each other casually… that could work.

I want to have fun with you, no pressure. And when it's over, we'll part just as coolly."

"Fine."

Over a cup of coffee, we talked a lot. The awkwardness faded. He moved to sit beside me, pressing his body close.

He stroked my waist and leaned in for a kiss. Our lips met in a fierce, biting kiss that left me breathless.

Slowly, his hand slipped between my legs, then crept higher up my thigh. His teasing touch was shamelessly sensual.

When I didn't stop him, his hand moved toward the edge of my panties.

"Stop…"

"Just let me, we're getting close anyway."

I let his hand slide under my panties. His thumb rubbed my mound while one finger lightly brushed my entrance.

Moisture had already begun to seep from me, and a moan was rising in my throat. The couple beside us glanced over furtively.

"So hot… you're so wet…"

Ashamed, I lowered my head slightly.

"You're hot and tight, gripping my finger… Do you want to taste it?"

"Ah, ah… not that…"

"I want it now."

"Take your hand out."

Without a word, he pulled me into another deep kiss. We devoured each other. Saliva dripped from our mouths, trailing down our chins.

He gently bit my earlobe, then slipped his tongue inside, teasing me.

He unbuttoned my blouse, pushed my bra up, and softly sucked my nipple.

"Ah, that feels good…"

"Harder… ah… yes…"

"Does it hurt?"

"It's okay… keep going…"

"You want more?"

Then he picked up the bill and walked out first.

I caught the side-eye of the couple beside us as I followed.

My soaked panties were beyond saving.

With motels everywhere, finding one was easy.

He parked in the hotel lot. The whole way, he hadn't said a word.

The man who had been staring straight ahead with a stern expression suddenly leaned close and whispered,"Dirty bitch."

I felt myself getting wet again. He pulled me toward him, and I closed my eyes.

"Bitch, you're already leaking…"

He crushed my lips with his, then moved to the passenger seat.

Wait… this position…?!!

"Wai…t…"

"This filthy bitch—her whole body's a erogenous zone."

"Ah…"

My nipple was already in his mouth, being teased and sucked.

"Ah… how…?"

I slowly spread my legs. He lifted my skirt and stroked the fabric of my panties with his palm.

His hands are so big…

I always notice a man's hands first. The bigger they are, the more I'm drawn to him.

Just imagining long, large hands on my body makes me wet.

His hands were huge. His palm felt wide and hot against my skin.

Wanting to feel more, I pressed my body tightly against him.

The front of his pants pressed against my center. That hard bulge told me he was just as aroused.

I reached for his belt, but he smiled faintly and pulled back slightly.

"I'll book a room first. When I call, come up exactly like this."

"W-what…!!"

"You're so cunning…"

"Am I?" He smirked, eyes crinkling.

"Yes. I always end up losing… You get me worked up like this and then—"

It was the same pattern as two weeks ago, when I'd sworn I'd never let him manipulate me again.

He smiled again, straightened his clothes, got out of the car, and disappeared.

Five minutes later, I got his call and went up.

What I wanted was a partner to enjoy myself with—not one who left me hanging…

Lost in thought, I opened the door. He immediately pressed against me, pulling me into a storm of kisses.

The hard ridge of his arousal pressed sharply into my stomach—he was clearly worked up.

—So he thought he'd left me burning while he came up first, but clearly, he couldn't wait either—

He roughly pulled off my skirt and underwear, then tore off his own shirt.

Spreading my legs wide, he buried his face in my already drenched pussy.

"Ah!"

I cried out.

My fingers tangled in his hair as my legs trembled, my body shaking from the skill of his tongue.

"Daniel… Ah… Ahhh!"

I moaned desperately, squeezing his head between my thighs, thrusting my hips forward.

Suddenly, I gushed—my juices spilling into his mouth. He licked his lips and swallowed.

"Ugh…"

I collapsed, pulling my lower body in, staring up at him.

"Ah… Ah… Ahhh!"

I looked up at him with pleading eyes. He wiped his lips and grinned wickedly.

"That good?"

My entire face flushed red.

"What? Was it that good?"

"Ugh… you snake!"

He gripped his cock in one hand. In the bright daylight, his erect penis looked incredible.

I'd only remembered it as "slightly big," but now, seeing it—thick, slightly dark, and obscenely shaped—it was undeniable.

He stood there, holding himself, looking down at me… like a conqueror. And that look only turned me on more.

I spread my legs, silently begging for him to enter me.

He pressed the tip against my entrance, rubbing back and forth—teasing, not entering. I cried out in frustration.

"Just put it in! Deep…!"

"What? Where? What do you want me to put in?"

He teased me, smirking.

I shut my eyes tightly and said,"Put your cock inside me."

"Wrong. The master's precious cock goes into the bitch's pussy. Isn't that right?"

"Yes… please, put it in quickly."

"But do you know how a bitch in heat wiggles her ass? Show me the proper position."

"...What?"

"On all fours. Now."

"You're joking."

"Show me, Mi-ae. The crawling position."

His words sent a wave of shame and unbearable excitement through me. My body began to tremble.

"Now? Crawling? That's ridiculous…"

"Show me…"

"No."

"Hmm…"

Finally, I slowly turned over on the bed and got on all fours.

He reached out, touching me gently.

"So clean… like a virgin. How many men have been inside you? From the look of it, I'd say none. And that tight grip… You're a born pussy slut."

I felt his hot breath on my back.

"Ah… Ahhh!"

"Perfect. Such a good position… You want it now?"

He kissed my ass, then touched the wet slit spread open by his hands. I screamed.

Already familiar with his lips, my pussy twitched lewdly.

"Ah…"

I moaned. My pussy quivered at the tip of his tongue.

All I could think about was his cock—only his cock—filling me completely.

"Daniel… please… now…"

He aimed, then rubbed the thick head of his cock against my entrance.

"You're just a helpless bitch—dripping just from contact.

"Please… thrust deep…"

I begged. Finally, he began pushing his raging cock into my pussy.

"Feels better when you're fucked like a dog, doesn't it?"

"Yes… I'm your dog… Ah, yes!"

"You slut, stop leaking so much. Squeeze tighter."

His vulgar words, my obscene moans, and the rhythmic thud, thud of our bodies colliding filled the room.

Slap, slap…

He grabbed one breast with one hand and slapped my ass hard with the other.

"Shake more, bitch! This is your master's cock. Squeeze harder!"

Thrust… thrust… slap…

I was so close—just a little more and I'd reach the peak. He was speeding up too, rushing toward climax.

"Ah… just a little more…"

His cock pounded deep and fast inside me—then with a powerful surge, he emptied his hot load into my womb.

My pussy juice and his cum dripped down my thighs.