Eden - Dambi
Thud!!! Thud!!! Thud!!! Thud!!! Thud!!!
Slap!!! Slap!!! Slap!!! Slap!!! Slap!!!
"Hngh! Hngh! Hngh! Hngh! Hngh!"
"Aahng! Aahng! Aahng! Aahng! Aahng!"
This is hard.
So fucking hard I feel like I'm about to die.
My vision blurs and the world spins. Where the hell am I, and who the fuck am I? Who's this bitch on all fours in front of me?
I want nothing more than to just collapse and pass out right here, but my body won't listen. It's like someone else is working the controls—my hips keep driving forward and pulling back on their own while my whole frame shudders.
Think. If this keeps up I might actually die.
Right. I clocked in today and worked my ass off through Friday night rush. I'm the junior night manager at a handjob parlor. Jeonghun… Dongpal hyung… Big Boss… the daytime manager…
Kkotnim… Mi-ho… Nabi… Do-yeon… Eun-ha… Hyojin… Pureum… Hyeona…
Thud!!! Thud!!! Thud!!! Thud!!! Thud!!!
Slap!!! Slap!!! Slap!!! Slap!!! Slap!!!
"Haaah! Haaah! Haaah! Haaah! Haaah!"
"Aaaahng! Aaaahng! Aaaahng! Aaaahng! Aaaahng!"
There's more. Jeongmin… Eomji… and… and… who else?
Haneul?
No. That was the bitch from B&B I almost fucked before she pulled a blackmail stunt and I still got her number. Why can't I remember?
Fuck.
What happened today? Right—some absolute piece of shit tried to raw-dog a girl inside our sacred handjob parlor, failed, and the girl bolted out of the room completely naked. The second I heard that, my guts dropped and my heart started hammering like it wanted out of my chest.
Her name was… Dam… bi…?
No, fuck, Danbi was the one Seong-uk hyung took a room with at Five Valley.
Thud!!! Thud!!! Thud!!! Thud!!! Thud!!!
Slap!!! Slap!!! Slap!!! Slap!!! Slap!!!
"Huuuuh! Huuuuh! Huuuuh! Huuuuh! Huuuuh!"
"Aaaaahng! Aaaaahng! Aaaaahng! Aaaaahng! Aaaaahng!"
Ah… it feels like a dagger just got driven straight into my chest. The guilt of not being able to protect that shameless girl who came flying out naked crushed me flat. Even at the company dinner she kept deliberately avoiding my eyes.
I was about to haul my exhausted ass into a taxi and go home when a text came in.
…Right. Dambi!
We went to a coin karaoke and she belted out those heartbreaking love songs while I just sat there listening, never even getting a proper look at her face. We shared a cigarette and were about to part ways when she sweet-talked me into one more drink and dragged me back to her place.
Once we got to her apartment we each knocked back a glass and the bitch told me straight: don't make this awkward… or you'll never see my face again…
Then I grabbed her.
I fucked Dambi's pussy like a man possessed, spearing it open with my telephone-pole cock.
So the one on all fours in front of me right now, ass shoved back like a dog in heat… is Dambi.
And I'm the one fucking her.
Hahaha.
My blurred vision slowly clears and Dambi's ass comes into focus. Ah… how many rounds is this?
Thud!!! Thud!!! Thud!!! Thud!!! Thud!!!
Slap!!! Slap!!! Slap!!! Slap!!! Slap!!!
"Uuuuurgh! Uuuuurgh! Uuuuurgh! Uuuuurgh! Uuuuurgh!"
"Aaaaaahng! Aaaaaahng! Aaaaaahng! Aaaaaahng! Aaaaaahng!"
I remember up through the third doggy-style round… I dumped a load of cock juice into Dambi's pussy and then just face-planted into the bitch's ass. After that I barely managed to roll over and lie down beside her.
Ah… fuck, that's right.
Even after my cock went soft the dog of a bitch shoved her mouth on it, sucked the cunt-juice-smeared thing until it was hard again, then climbed straight onto my stomach, grabbed my dick, lined it up with her hole, and dropped down on it.
That fucking bitch's grinding twisted my guts inside out; I couldn't even breathe properly under the force of her hips. I pumped another load into her pussy… that was the fourth.
Then the cock-obsessed slut tried to kill me with missionary for the fifth… then doggy again for the sixth.
So this must be the sixth, fuck. I'm balls-deep in doggy right now.
Hey, you fucking cock, this is ridiculous. Don't you ever get tired? No matter how good the pussy is, six times is overkill, you dog-dick bastard.
What time is it even?
I twist my head around looking for a clock. There it is.
Fuck~~~~~ twelve?
More precisely, 11:53.
Company dinner ended, I got in a taxi, Dambi's text came a little after six-thirty… about an hour at the coin karaoke, thirty minutes to get to her bedroom, another thirty talking over drinks… so we started fucking around eight-thirty… wait.
Fuck~! That means we've been going at it for three and a half hours?
What kind of insane fucking animal does that?
Or is this dog of a bitch deliberately trying to murder her live-in stud?
Hey, you fucking bitch, know when to quit, you slut. No wonder my whole body feels like death warmed over.
Enough.
Telephone-pole cock, you bastard, this is the last one.
I gather every scrap of strength left in my body and send it straight to my dick. My hands clamp down hard on each cheek of Dambi's ass. She twists her head around to look at me. The bitch's eyes are already rolled back and she's making some sound that could be a cat or a dog in heat.
Her own hands grab her ass and pull the cheeks wide open.
That's the signal—she wants me to punch through her womb.
I pull my hips back until just the head of my cock is still inside her hole, then drive forward with everything I've got.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~THUD~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"KRAAAAAAAAH~~~~~~~~~~~!!!!! AAH~~~~~~~~~!!!!!"
"KYAAAAAAAHNG~~~~~~~~~~!!!!! AAHNG~~~~~~~~~!!!!!"
The instant I bury myself to the root, whatever was sealing the tip of my cock opens up and sucks me in with insane pressure, dragging me even deeper. My whole body locks rigid; my hips snap forward harder and I feel a thick stream of liquid surging up from my gut.
It races past my belly, through my balls, up the root of my cock, along the shaft, and finally erupts from the head, blasting deep into the farthest reaches of Dambi's pussy.
It feels like I'm dumping every drop of cum I've stored for the last twenty-eight years; her cunt fills up around my cock and a warm, wet heat soaks through my entire body. Something else sprays out hard from inside her pussy.
Did the fucking bitch just piss…?
The liquid shooting out of Dambi's cunt splatters across my cock and thighs. The second my body can move again all strength leaves me and I collapse onto her. My vision closes in, everything going dark. Nothing left but blackness. No sound. Absolute silence drags my mind down into the dark.
Ugh… ah… my head feels like it's splitting open.
I want to move but nothing works. I'm freezing, shivering hard. Every muscle aches and feels stiff as hell. If I want to make it to work I have to get up.
Very slowly, using both hands, I push myself upright.
"Haa…"
This is… Dambi's room.
Right… we really went at it like animals.
My skull is pounding but a little snort of laughter still slips out. I was mid-doggy—who knows which round—when she spread her own ass wide, I punched straight through her pussy, and blacked out on the spot.
Where was the clock… ah, there.
It reads six-thirty.
Still got six hours of sleep, fuck.
I haul my crumbling body off the bed, plant my feet on the floor, and stand.
Hoo…
The evidence of our morning fuck-fest is still all over me and the sheets. Shoulders, tits, belly, thighs, legs, crotch, cock—every inch of me is crusted with dried cunt juice and pubic hair, hers or mine, I can't even tell. The sheets have a massive circular stain like someone pissed the bed and it dried hard.
A cold draft slides across my skin. I turn my head and spot the air conditioner running. Come to think of it, even though it was early summer and a little muggy that morning, we never even turned on a fan while we burned through three and a half hours of blazing sex.
The memory of fucking Dambi is still vivid, like it just happened. Her pussy… those watermelon tits… smooth thighs… firm ass… those lips I must have kissed dozens of times…
I finally got the Dambi I'd wanted so badly naked in this room and fucked her senseless. Cock against pussy, tits rubbing tits, tongues tangled, going at it like we were trying to kill each other in this very room…
Even when I die I think I'll still remember the three and a half hours I spent fucking Dambi in here.
I drag my wrecked body toward the door. No sign of Dambi. Fucking bitch couldn't even throw a towel over me—left me lying there naked with my cock dangling and just vanished.
Somewhere nearby a familiar, delicious smell is floating. Looks like Dambi is cooking for the man who punched through her pussy. Or maybe it's just the neighbors. I push open the half-closed door and step into the next room to check.
"You're up?"
Dambi has the door between the side room and the open kitchen-living area propped open and is looking straight at me. She's wearing gloves, so she's clearly working on something. Steam is rising—probably getting food ready.
"Yeah. You got up early, huh?"
She's already done her makeup; her lips are painted a soft pink. During the morning fuck-fest I'd kissed her so much I basically ate all the lipstick off her mouth myself.
"Go wash up. I'll set the table~"
"Huh? Yeah~"
We just spent the night fucking like newlyweds and this bitch is casually eyeing a naked man and telling him to go shower like it's nothing. She's even setting the table—might as well be a real married couple. On top of that, she can't have slept more than a couple hours either after all that pounding, yet her voice is full of life.
I walk toward her with my cock swinging. Baggy T-shirt and sweatpants—the same look she always wore in the girls' waiting room. Fucking bitch, at least put on those dolphin shorts like when she brought me home this morning. It's early summer, you dog.
She points a finger toward the corner. That must be the bathroom. I brush past her, give her ass a quick stroke, and head in. Part of me wants to yank those sweatpants halfway down and fuck her doggy right there, but work starts soon. More importantly, ever since I woke up there's been a weird ache right at the root of my cock.
I personally counted six rounds. Odds are good we went even more. Even a telephone-pole cock needs at least a day off.
I open the door she pointed to and find a small flush toilet, a storage cabinet, a sink, and a shower hose. A weird fishy smell rises from my mouth—probably leftover cunt juice. Come to think of it, when I ate her out I swallowed plenty of her juices too. At least I never licked her asshole; that's a small mercy. I really did tongue-massage her entire body like a dog. Even a clean bitch is going to leave a smell in your mouth after that much licking.
This fucking bitch would probably still smell clean without a shower, the dog.
There's a toothbrush in a little cup on the sink. Must be hers. We've already swapped spit and everything else, so I grab it, squeeze out a line of toothpaste, and shove it in my mouth. I aim the shower hose at my head and turn the water on.
"Ahh…"
Finally starting to feel human again. My head clears bit by bit. I lather up a generous amount of body wash and carefully wash the telephone-pole cock that worked so hard pounding Dambi's pussy. Then I scrub every trace of our skin-to-skin fucking off the rest of me.
By the time I'm done my mind is mostly back and my body feels a lot cleaner. I roughly towel off and step out.
Dambi is already gone from the kitchen-living area. I walk into the bedroom.
"Get dressed."
She's sitting cross-legged next to the set table and speaks without looking up. My clothes are neatly folded on the sofa. I know I just threw them everywhere earlier—she must have picked them up. Always choosing the cute shit to do, this fucking bitch.
"Yeah."
While I change I scan the table. A bowl of rice, dried pollack… soup? Plus Vienna sausages, chives kimchi, napa cabbage kimchi, and a fried egg. I only came in a T-shirt and long pants so I throw them on fast, sit across from her, and quietly pick up my spoon.
The bitch is already a few spoonfuls in, chewing away.
"Dried pollack soup?"
"Yep~"
"You can cook too?"
"This isn't cooking, it's just the basics~"
Hmm… five bonus points added to her lifetime fucktoy candidacy.
I scoop up some of the soup. Familiar taste. Compared to the dried pollack soup my mom used to make, it's pretty close. Come to think of it, ever since I started living alone I haven't had a real home-cooked meal in ages.
"It's good."
"Of course it is~ I've been drinking for so long my stomach's a mess, so I learned! Hehe~"
"Thanks for the meal~"
"You're already shoveling it in~"
I notice myself wolfing the food down. I need to eat a lot if I want my telephone-pole cock to recover any energy. Just shut up and eat, fuck.
In the end I put away three full bowls of rice.
Cigarette time after a meal is sacred law. I quietly crouch in front of the washing machine next to the kitchen-living area and light one up.
"Sssss~~~~~ Hooo~~~~~"
Fuck, that tastes amazing. Almost as good as Dambi's pussy.
This is the first time I've actually connected with a pussy and fucked for real since I split with my last fucktoy three years ago. I still don't know if I can say I love her yet. What I do know for certain is that the idea of fucking her a few times and dumping her has zero place in my head.
I finish the cigarette and come back out to find Dambi in the middle of getting ready for work. I sit quietly on the sofa and wait. Soon she appears. Unlike yesterday's sexy look she's wearing a light-blue see-through shirt that shows what's underneath and black slacks. Casual outdoor clothes.
We step out the door together. When I came up I followed behind her; now we walk down side by side, matching steps. I went up alone, but I'm coming down as two.