Dipping Once Each and Cumming Is Pretty Nice Too...
“Yeong-eun, lie down. Haneul, get on top on all fours.”
“Okay, baby.”
“Yes, oppa.”
Dambi stretched out flat on the bed. Without the slightest hesitation Haneul climbed onto Dambi’s stomach, shoved her ass high, and spread her legs wide. The two pussies stacked right in front of my face. I grabbed my telephone-pole cock, gave it a few shakes, and pressed in close. I dragged the head across Dambi’s slit, flicked it upward, then nudged it just inside Haneul’s hole before pulling out again, tapping both fucktoys’ cunts one after the other just to mess with them. True to form for a total slut, Dambi’s pussy was already dripping, soaking the tip.
“Who gets fucked first?”
“Mmm… me first, baby…”
“Oppa, me too…”
“Guess I’ll have to dip a few times here, then a few times there.”
I reached out and gently stroked Haneul’s small, smooth ass. When I used my thumbs to spread her open, thick juice ran down her folds and dripped straight onto Dambi’s pussy below. Before getting serious I shoved my face in and licked the cream straight off Haneul’s cunt.
“Both of you are soaked… no need for extra lube…”
“Nngh…!”
“Haaang…!”
Haneul’s hips twitched and wet little smacking sounds filled the room. The two fucktoys were probably locking tongues and making out hard. I took one deep breath, lined my glistening telephone-pole cock up with Haneul’s hole, and drove it home in one hard thrust.
Thud!
“Kh…!”
“Haaang…!”
Haneul’s ass shook wildly as her inner walls clamped down tight around me. I gripped those small smooth cheeks hard and slowly pulled back; her pussy lips clung to the shaft and came out with it. A clear mix of precum and cunt juice dripped onto Dambi’s slit. Then I started pounding in earnest.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
“Fuck… your pussy’s ridiculously tight today, Haneul…”
“Nngh…! Yes, oppa… your cock feels even bigger today… uuungh…!”
“Haa… Haneul, stick your tongue out…”
Dambi lifted her head a little, grabbed Haneul’s neck with both hands, and started doing something that wasn’t quite a kiss—judging by the way her head was thrashing she was licking all over Haneul’s face. I ignored it and kept spearing Haneul’s cunt with my telephone-pole cock. Thighs and ass slapped together; rough friction sounds echoed through the room. After dozens of hard thrusts I pulled all the way out. Haneul’s clinging pussy lips reluctantly let go and snapped back into place. I grabbed my throbbing cock, lined it up with Dambi’s hole, and slammed it in.
Thud!
“Kh… this is the cock that just finished fucking Haneul’s pussy. How’s it taste?”
“Haaang…! Baby, it feels so good… fuck me harder…”
“Yeah.”
I bent forward and buried my face in Haneul’s ass. That smooth skin pressed against my cheeks. I stuck my tongue out and licked the strip between her pussy and asshole while lifting my hips and slamming back down into Dambi. Every time the telephone-pole cock punched into her, wet squelching sounds rang out and something sprayed. I didn’t even need to look to know cunt juice was pouring out around the shaft. The urge to cum started building fast.
“Kh… fuck, I’m about to blow…”
“Cum! Baby… nngh…!”
“Haaang…!”
I decided to just keep thrusting. Inside Dambi my cock swelled hard and sudden. I sat up and yanked it free; her clinging pussy lips smacked their lips in disappointment and returned to place. I grabbed the juice-smeared shaft and rubbed the head back and forth across the stacked pussies, flicking from Dambi’s slit to Haneul’s and back again.
“Khh…! Cumming…!”
Blood rushed in and the cock went rock-hard. Something surged up from the base of my balls, raced along the shaft, past the head, and blasted out over both fucktoys’ cunts. I watched it paint them.
“Khh! Ugh!”
“Hwaaang!!”
“Haaang!!”
Cum shot out at light speed in thick arcs, coating both pussies. Some of it landed on Haneul’s ass and ran down her folds onto the sheets.
“Haa… haa…”
“Haa… haa…”
“Oppa… haa… haa…”
“Yeah… dipping once each and then cumming is pretty nice too…”
All the strength drained out of me. I propped myself up on my hands behind me and caught my breath, then swung my legs off the bed, grabbed cigarettes and a lighter, and sat down. The three of us shared a smoke in companionable silence while I lit up.
“Since she’s coming to our shop, look after her a bit… don’t give her any shit about territory.”
“Heh… got it. So we’re working together from now on?”
“Yes, unnie… please take care of me.”
“I’m thinking of a quick overnight trip next week. You coming too, Haneul?”
“Yes, oppa.”
“You call Ji-yeon noona yet?”
“Yeah, baby… she knows a pension place. Says there’s a valley nearby…”
Fuck, next time I go I’m gonna need to eat a solid meal first…
How many pussies is that even gonna be?
Dambi, Eun-ha, Hyojin, Haneul… four confirmed fucktoys right there…
Plus Ji-yeon noona…
Mi-ho probably can’t make it that day… Kkotnim might be working…
So five girls minimum for a group fuck…
Even once each is five rounds…
If we stay a full day… roughly twenty times…
I might actually die mid-fuck.
Not the worst way to go, though—dying on top of a pile of pussy.
“So Ji-yeon noona’s coming too, right?”
“Yeah, baby.”
“Six of us won’t fit in one car, so I’ll look into a rental.”
“I’ll go shopping with Ji-yeon noona the day before… stock up on stuff that’s good for your stamina. You’re gonna need it.”
“Yeah. I might die fucking this time, so spend freely.”
“Heh… okay, baby.”
I crushed out the cigarette, stood up, and climbed back on top of Dambi and Haneul. Same as always, the whole villa shook while we went for another round of threesome fucking.
“Good evening, hyungnim!”
“Yo, you still haven’t clocked out?”
The second I stepped out of the elevator the horny Daytime Manager bastard greeted me like we were best friends. The way his mouth was stretched ear to ear, something good must have happened. Probably just the usual boring bullshit about finally fucking one of the girls. I ignored him and headed for the counter.
Big Boss and Dongpal hyungnim were each parked in a chair smoking. Jeonghun stood with his hands behind his back and gave a light nod.
“Good evening, hyungnim.”
“Yeah. Eat yet?”
“Just did.”
I glanced at the reservation memo and the ledger. Even though it was only Tuesday a solid number of pussies had shown up for work: Nabi, Do-yeon, Hyojin, Kkotnim, Mi-ho, Dambi, in that order. Even if every other girl flaked, that was still six. Once Pureum arrived at nine it would be seven minimum.
Late August, still fucking hot, and we were deep in the off-season. Not really my problem, but I still hoped the numbers would come in decent tonight.
On the monitor Big Boss was chain-smoking while juggling an online poker game and some stock chart at the same time. From what I’d overheard it was overseas futures—the new hot gambling where the graph could swing like crazy in a single second and either make you a killing or wipe you out completely. Add the online poker he always lost at and it was obvious he was going to get reamed several times harder than usual. He could just quietly eat pussy money and skim a little water, but who the fuck knew what went on inside that head. Dumping three thousand a month into that shit meant you ended up with nothing left.
Suddenly Big Boss let out a string of curses and shot to his feet.
“How many?”
“Six, hyungnim.”
Thankfully he hadn’t said “heads.” We weren’t counting chickens.
“Fuck, why’s it so hot? Crank the AC!”
“Yes, hyungnim.”
It was already set to 18 degrees… was the bastard trying to turn the place into Alaska?
Jeonghun walked over and dropped the temperature. Multi-tasking losses must have been cooking Big Boss’s brain. I almost cracked a joke about sticking him in the freezer for a bit, then thought better of it. Jaw might end up sideways.
Big Boss lit another cigarette.
“Let’s hit the sauna.”
“Yes, hyungnim.”
This motherfucker just said it was hot.
Dongpal hyungnim followed him into the elevator and they disappeared. Jeonghun quietly reset the AC to 18. I dropped into the mesh chair, lit up, and settled in. Another messy late-summer weekday grind was starting.
A little later the Daytime Manager bastard clocked out cozily with daytime girl Jeongmin. Around eight Eun-ha finally showed up late and we hit seven girls. Against every prediction that it would be dead, calls started pouring in from early evening like it was already Friday night.
“Hyungnim, elevator button.”
“Got it.”
I’d just finished stuffing a customer into a room and come back when another one was already rolling in. I walked over, hit the round button, then hustled out and stood waiting with my hands behind my back. The doors opened and a line of massive frames stepped out.
What the fuck… gangsters?
One guy in the middle of the pack stood out even among them. He was tall enough to casually dwarf Dongpal hyungnim and his shoulders were ridiculously broad. The rest of them were no slouches either. A rat-faced little shit who’d been hiding in the back scurried forward, counted out a wad of bills, and handed them over. Five guys, but only enough cash for four—280,000 won.
Jeonghun came over.
“Hyungnim, put two in empty rooms and send two to the waiting room.”
“Got it.”
Orders dropped; the junior just quietly did his job. I herded two of the big guys into the waiting room, then led the remaining two to empty rooms. One went into one room; the biggest, bulkier bastard went into Room 8. Something about him felt familiar… where the hell had I seen him?
I closed the door and headed back to the counter. The rat who’d handed over the money was already gone—probably just made the reservation and bailed.
“I feel like I’ve seen them somewhere… athletes?”
“Yes, hyungnim.”
I checked the monitor. The memo already had their identities written down. Fuck, baseball players. I’d been trying to place them—upper-region baseball bastards on a road trip, apparently stopping by to drain their balls. But wasn’t there a night game today?
I pulled out my phone and checked online. The final score was already posted. It was only ten o’clock… so they’d bolted the second the game ended and hauled ass straight here. That huge bastard was basically national-team level… even guys like that came to places like this. I’d always pictured them renting out a whole ten-pro and fucking dozens of girls at once. Turns out people are all the same.
A door opened; on the CCTV I saw fucktoy Dambi walking a customer out arm-in-arm. I sprinted over, took the customer, loaded him into the elevator, and sent him off. Then I dashed to the waiting room, grabbed one of the waiting big guys, shoved him into the room Dambi had just left, and shut the door. Busier than most Friday nights. I ran around until my feet were on fire, grinding through a weekday that felt exactly like peak weekend chaos.
Ah, fuck… already two in the morning…
No break until 2 a.m. Pureum had crawled in at nine, bringing the total to eight pussies that never stopped sucking cock and racking up numbers. High heels clicked beyond the counter wall in the girls’ waiting room, then Pureum appeared.
“Good work today. You’re coming in tomorrow, right?”
“Yes, good work… Manager… oppa…”
I gave her a light nod of goodbye. If it had been slower I would have chatted her up a bit and tried to make some progress, but tonight there hadn’t been a single free second. All seven remaining girls were already inside rooms sucking cock. Two more reservation slots were still stacked behind them. I watched Pureum’s sexy retreating figure with a little regret as she disappeared.