Eden — Dambi
Not long after hopping into a taxi with Dambi, we stepped out into a quiet residential neighborhood.
She’d mentioned before that the handjob parlor she’d worked at before joining Eden had been way too fucking far, which had pissed her off to no end. Sure enough, it looked like she lived nowhere near as far from Eden. Both Eden and 218 Park were downtown, and the taxi ride had taken less than ten minutes.
“Hey, let’s grab some soju.”
“…Yeah.”
Given the shit this fucking bitch had been spouting, I’d figured there’d be booze at her place, but the way she said it made it clear that “let’s have another drink at home” was nothing more than an excuse.
Goddamn bitch… She could’ve just said she’d spread her pussy for me at her place and begged me to pound her with my utility-pole cock.
We ducked into a convenience store. I grabbed two bottles of soju, some jerky, and a bag of snacks. The second Dambi reached for her wallet to pay, I stepped in front of her.
“I got it.”
“…Okay.”
She looked like she wanted to say something, but she just turned and walked out first.
Come to think of it, was this the first time I’d ever bought her anything? Until now I’d been completely broke, and this fucking bitch had always just handled the bill herself. Looking at it that way, she really was a pretty decent fucking bitch.
Originally I’d marked Kkotnim as the first pussy I was going to conquer after joining Eden, but somewhere along the line Dambi had reeled me in so hard that here I was, invited to her place and right on the verge of fucking her.
I stepped outside and took a moment to appreciate Dambi’s insanely fuckable ass. Today the fucking bitch had dressed like she was heading out to get railed at a club—sheer mesh top, white skinny jeans… My cock was already hardening on its own. Especially those white skinny jeans, which looked ready to burst under the pressure of her ass, stoking the urge to just bury myself in her right there.
“Want a cigarette?”
“Gonna get lung cancer, heh.”
Fair enough—fuck if I even knew how many I’d already smoked. Today that piece-of-shit bastard had made me chain-smoke more than usual.
Dambi took the lead, trudging through the quiet residential streets. It was still early morning, so there weren’t any random assholes wandering around. A little later she stopped in front of an ordinary-looking villa building, punched in the front-door code, and headed up the stairs once it opened.
So this is Dambi’s place.
I’d always fantasized about fucking her at her house, but now that I was actually here it felt like I’d come somewhere I shouldn’t have—like I’d crossed a line I wasn’t supposed to cross. Like I was committing a crime. I wondered what it would feel like when I left her place later today.
I hauled my ass up the stairs. On the third-floor hallway Dambi finally stopped in front of a door, entered the code, and with a soft beep the door swung open.
The moment a horny cock finally set foot in a pussy’s solo apartment.
“Come in.”
“Yeah.”
I stepped inside. The inner door was already open and Dambi was already a ways ahead. Past the inner door was what looked like a small living room with an attached kitchen; the washing machine, fridge, and storage cabinets were all neatly arranged. The fucking bitch kept the place cleaner than I’d expected. The kitchen sink was spotless too. Plates and bowls nearby suggested she actually cooked for herself—unlike most cock-sucking bitches her age who just piled shit up or lived off delivery, she seemed to live like a normal person.
Beyond the living room was another space with a TV, a three-seater sofa, a small table, and a big rug underneath. Next to the TV stand was what looked like a bedroom. That was probably where the fucking bitch slept. The door was shut tight.
“Sit.”
“Yeah.”
“I’m gonna change real quick…”
Dambi told me to sit, then disappeared into the tightly closed room and shut the door behind her.
I sprawled cross-legged beside the little table and set out the soju and snacks we’d just bought. But damn, that outfit of hers was already insanely hot—why the hell did she need to change? I was seriously worried she’d come out in the same baggy T-shirt and sweatpants she always wore in the girls’ waiting room.
I spotted paper cups on the corner of the TV stand, slowly stood, and walked over. Then I took a look around the room. Same as when I’d first walked into the living room—she kept the place pretty damn clean. Not a scrap of trash in sight. The completely different atmosphere from what I’d imagined only reinforced the feeling that Dambi was a pretty solid fucking bitch.
At this rate, she’d make a fine lifelong joj-jib.
But I still hadn’t fucked her pussy yet. No room for complacency. Now that I’d come this far, today was the day I had to stake my entire life on conquering Dambi in this space. That was the mission and duty given to me—and my sincere feelings for her.
The closed door opened and Dambi appeared.
The second I saw the fucking bitch, my cock swelled to the point of bursting whether I wanted it to or not. She was wearing a white sleeveless shirt that left her arms bare. Unlike the baggy T-shirts she’d worn until now, her tits were straining so hard against the fabric it looked like the shirt didn’t fit—like it could rip at any second. And she was braless. The nipples of those tits that looked ready to explode out of her clothes were right there, plain as day for my eyes. On top of that, the scrap of clothing she had on her lower half was more than enough to prove the fucking bitch had come prepared: black dolphin shorts. On a tall bitch like her, those long, straight legs were already making my head spin. Her smooth, firm-looking thighs were working my cock hard.
“What’re you staring at so hard?”
“Huh? Nothing, just…”
Guess I’d been ogling her too openly without realizing it.
“You’re no fun… What, getting hard again?”
“Nah… Here, have a drink.”
We’d only just started talking again; it still felt too early. Deep down it was “Yeah, I’m fucking hard as hell, you bitch,” but still.
I poured soju into a paper cup and handed it to her.
“Gulp… Ahh… Yeah, that’s it!”
The second Dambi sprawled cross-legged by the little table she downed the soju I’d poured.
“What’s it?”
“Earlier with Do-yeon and Nabi the booze tasted like absolute shit~”
“Why? Those bitches giving you grief?”
True enough—at the company dinner earlier the fucking bitch Dambi had gotten ganged up on by Nabi and Do-yeon, and on top of that she’d had to sit through lectures from Keun-hyeongnim and Dongpal. From their side it might’ve been meant as comfort and encouragement, but from Dambi’s perspective it could’ve felt like sitting on a bed of nails.
“No, they kept fucking praising you so the booze tasted like garbage!”
“What!?”
“Going on about how much you and the Senior Manager look out for us, how it wasn’t on purpose or whatever~ Fuck! I almost flipped the table but held back, heh.”
Technically Jeonghun and I hadn’t done anything that wrong, but somehow the whole thing had gotten dumped on us, and the assholes who knew the full story had just piled on Dambi to paper it over. Still, I never would’ve guessed they thought that highly of me and Jeonghun and said that shit to her.
“Hey.”
“What!?”
“Sorry.”
Apologize twice and that should settle it.
“Sorry for what?”
Dambi poured soju into my paper cup.
“Gulp… Ahh… Sorry I couldn’t help you.”
I looked straight into her eyes with a solemn face and offered the third apology. Fucking bitch, wasn’t it about time to drop it? It wasn’t like she’d actually gotten fucked. Anyway, I’d made my peace; once the CCTV was fixed and I just did my job right from now on, shit like that wouldn’t happen again. And in the end she’d dragged some outside guy all the way into her own bedroom, you goddamn bitch.
“Hey! You fucking bastard!”
“What!?”
“You son of a bitch!”
“….”
Ah, this piece-of-shit twin bitch was suddenly dropping double curses, fucking bitch.
“That’s not it…”
The fucking bitch curses me out thoroughly and then says that’s not it, goddamn bitch.
“….”
“Hey!”
“Yeah.”
“I’m embarrassed, that’s why…”
“What!?”
What the fuck kind of cock-sucking nonsense was this bitch spouting out of nowhere.
“It’s humiliating, you fucking bastard!”
“….”
Ah, this goddamn bitch keeps cursing, fucking bitch.
“Drink!”
“Yeah.”
She really was something else, fuck. I quietly poured soju into Dambi’s paper cup.
“The whole situation itself is just too fucking humiliating! Ahh~ fuck! Gulp… Ahhh!”
“….”
I couldn’t make sense of what she was saying right away. What the hell was so humiliating about it, fucking bitch. The ones who’d gotten their faces rubbed in shit and their cocks wrecked were me and that bastard Jeonghun.
Dambi emptied her cup and filled mine to the brim. I downed it in one shot. Ahh~ fuck, I’d already put away a ton today and she fills the paper cup all the way, fucking bitch—my head was starting to go a little fuzzy.
“Drink!”
“Yeah.”
“Fill it up!”
I tried to pour just a little and put the bottle away, but the fucking bitch demanded I fill the paper cup completely. She was already pretty drunk. I obediently filled Dambi’s paper cup to the brim.
“Gulp… Ahh… Hey!”
“Yeah.”
This bitch was also going all out today. She was pouring it down like she meant to end her life.
“From now on don’t humiliate me…”
Goddamn bitch keeps saying she’s humiliated, fucking bitch.
“Or I won’t be able to look at your face…”
She just kept spouting shit I couldn’t understand. Once I’d fucked her I’d need to carefully think it through from Dambi’s perspective. The fucking bitch seemed to be struggling more for other reasons than anything I’d done wrong.
Dambi filled my paper cup to the brim. I downed it in one shot. Fine, let’s go all the way today, you fucking bitch.
“…Alright. I’m gonna keep looking at your face.”
“…Hey.”
“Yeah?”
Dambi was staring into my eyes with a burning gaze.
“Hey!”
“Yeah.”
“…Hold me…”
I quietly shoved the set table aside and locked eyes with Dambi. In this space it was just the two of us—Dambi and me. No assholes to interrupt. Right now, in this moment, in this space, only Dambi and I existed.
The blazing eyes of a horny bastard stared at Dambi’s eyes like he meant to devour her. The fucking bitch’s burning gaze didn’t back down either.
I lunged forward and shoved my mouth against hers. As if she’d been waiting, Dambi’s tongue came out to greet the tongue of this horny fucking bastard. I pressed my body tight against hers and slid both hands up under her shirt. I stroked her tits once, then trailed down past her waist and gently caressed her back. The fucking bitch’s hands slipped under my shirt and wrapped around my waist. The twin bitch was already pushing my clothes up. Not to be outdone, I moved both hands and yanked the goddamn bitch’s shirt clean off. Under Dambi’s touch my shirt got stripped and tossed aside too.
The hands of two horny bastards frantically stroked each other’s bodies. The fucking bitch’s mouth was so sweet. I’d always longed for this moment. Finally it had arrived. Yeah, you fucking bitch—today is the glorious day you become my joj-jib.
With our mouths still locked I slowly stood; the twin bitch rose with me in sync. I dropped the hands that had been stroking her, grabbed the hem of the fucking bitch’s dolphin shorts, and yanked them down in one go. When the shorts caught on her feet the goddamn bitch lifted her legs and tossed them onto the sofa.
The fucking bitch was wearing red lace panties. Yeah—you’d made up your mind to offer your pussy today too. And I’d made up my mind to fuck your pussy today. Let’s go all the way, you fucking bitch.
Not to be outdone, Dambi wrapped her arms around my waist, dropped the hands that had been frantically groping me, grabbed my pants, and roughly stripped them off. When the tongues of the two of us who’d been frantically mixing them finally parted, Dambi’s dazed face made my cock throb so hard it felt ready to burst. I lifted my feet and struggled out of the pants still caught around my legs.
“…Haa… haa…”
“…Ha… ha…”
The two of us facing each other didn’t say a word, but we both knew exactly what the other wanted. My throbbing cock was already so swollen that part of the shaft was visible through my underwear.
Dambi’s eyes locked dead onto my cock. The fucking bitch reached out, grabbed the waistband of my underwear, bent at the waist, and pulled them down. Right in front of Dambi’s face my massive utility-pole cock revealed its full glory, dripping precum. The blood-engorged cock throbbed as if greeting her.
With a look of wonder Dambi demurely pressed her legs together and sat, staring at my cock swollen to the point of bursting. I took one step forward and brought my cock to the fucking bitch’s mouth. Dambi glanced up at my eyes, then, keeping her gaze fixed on mine, opened her mouth wide and gently took the blood-engorged cock inside.
“Ah…”
I couldn’t help the soft moan that slipped out from the exquisite sensation starting at the tip of my cock. Dambi’s eyes still stared up at me with a provocative look. The Dambi I’d wanted to fuck so badly was holding my throbbing cock in her mouth and meeting my eyes with a burning gaze.
Slurp… slurp… slurp…
Slowly my cock disappeared into Dambi’s mouth, then reappeared. The soft sensation from the fucking bitch’s mouth drove my entire body into a frenzy of excitement through my cock. Dambi’s hand cupped under my balls. Lightly scratching and teasing them, she kept her gaze locked on my eyes as she slowly took my cock all the way to the root, then pulled back until only the head remained before licking the tip with her tongue.
It was so filthy. Far more stimulating than anything I’d imagined. Ecstatic enough to die.
The fucking bitch pushed my throbbing cock upward, used the tip of her tongue to lick my balls and the base, then rode up the shaft and licked over the head.
“…Ah… fuck…”
The fucking bitch took my cock deep into her mouth again; once it was buried to the root she stayed like that, staring up at my eyes the whole time. Then my cock slowly emerged from her mouth. Reaching out to grip the shaft, the fucking bitch swirled her tongue around my glans, licking and rolling it, then once more took my cock all the way to the root.
I reached out, grabbed the twin bitch’s head, and slowly pulled my cock free. My cock, throbbing to the point of bursting, had savored Dambi’s mouth enough. Now it was my turn.
I shifted the hands holding the fucking bitch’s head to her shoulders and pulled her up. I bent at the waist, grabbed the waistband of Dambi’s panties, and carefully drew them down. Before my eyes Dambi’s pussy revealed itself in all its lewd glory.
Beautiful. The room had been clean, and true to a fucking bitch who made her living with her pussy, it was neatly trimmed. But the hair framing her pussy was still thick.
Dambi lifted her own feet to kick free of the panties caught on them and tossed them onto the sofa. She looked like she could’ve gone pro as a national basketball player, the fucking bitch.
I almost laid her down right there and ate her pussy, but I realized doing our first full session here just didn’t fit the mood. I stretched out both arms, put strength into her thighs and waist, and lifted her. The twin bitch’s arms wrapped around my neck. She was a bit heavy, but I had to endure this much. When I looked into the twin bitch’s eyes, she already seemed to have entrusted everything to me.
I slowly moved my feet and stepped into Dambi’s tightly closed, secret space.