No Bastard Treats You Like I Do
“Shall we head over there?”
The tip of my finger pointed straight at a motel.
“Mm…”
“What’s with you all of a sudden?”
Dambi answered in this sudden little-girl mumble that made her sound way younger than she was. A chick over five-seven pulling that shit still threw me off every time.
“I wanna fuck. Hurry up.”
“Jesus, that’s exactly why this thing won’t go down.”
Ever since she’d started rubbing that telephone-pole cock of mine with her thigh back at the beer hall, I’d been rock-hard, and three minutes of walking later it still hadn’t quit. On top of that the bitch had glued herself to my side, so my pants already had a wet spot from the precum the pole was leaking.
I gave her ass one good stroke, then yanked her waist even tighter against me as we stepped inside the motel.
“Just the room.”
“Forty thousand.”
“What’s that one?”
Next to the counter was a board listing room names and prices—Standard, Deluxe, Party Room. I pointed at the Deluxe; it looked like it had a different bed from the Standard.
“Waterbed. Fifty thousand.”
“Then that one.”
Dambi stroked my ass once, then slipped her hand between my legs and brushed right across my balls and asshole. I flinched, but no way was I letting this dog-bitch see me squirm, so I just flushed red, dug the cash out of my pocket, paid, and took the key.
Room 505… elevator it is.
I turned to leave and locked eyes with the counter prick; he was staring at me and Dambi in pure envy. Yeah, no shit—walking in with a face this stacked and straight-up asking for the waterbed room to fuck her raw would make any guy’s dick hurt.
I ignored the bastard, piled into the elevator with Dambi, and hit five. Two horny animals waiting in silence for the doors to open so we could shove a raging telephone pole into a pussy already on fire and grind until the juices ran down our legs.
The doors slid open on five and we both bolted into the hallway hunting for 505.
“Here’s 501… if 502’s over there then fuck, it’s all the way at the end of the hall. Might as well die together today, Yeong-eun.”
“Mm~”
I knew full well the CCTV was watching, but I still flipped up the hem of that micro-miniskirt riding the crease of her thighs and ass, bared the bare skin underneath, and grabbed a rough handful, kneading hard. Dambi reached right back, wrapped her fingers around the shaft of the telephone pole that was about to burst through my pants, and we walked side by side like that.
We hit 505 at the far end of the corridor, jammed the key in, and the lock clicked open. Neither of us waited—door swung, we piled in together, I slammed Dambi against the wall, hoisted one of her legs, and shoved my mouth onto hers. Clothes still on, I ground my lower half into her like I was already buried balls-deep.
“Aaang~”
“Fuck, Yeong-eun, you dog-bitch, you’re so goddamn hot. Let’s run one right here first.”
I ripped the brand-new T-shirt off like I meant to tear it, flung it aside, and drove my tongue into her mouth. The dog-bitch was just as far gone; her tongue came out to meet mine instantly, twisting together while both her hands clamped the back of my head and yanked me in hard.
Shit, this bitch is aggressive as hell. A few good fucks and she can’t stop craving cock, I guess. Back at her place the first time I took her, after the second round she was already climbing on, spreading her pussy, going full heat-stroke for more dick.
While we made out I tried to peel off the sheer mesh top that showed every inch of her skin, but the bitch was pulling so tight it was plastered to her and wouldn’t budge.
“Take the top off. Let me suck those tits.”
The bitch who’d been sucking my tongue like she wanted to swallow it finally gave a little space, peeled the mesh top off herself, and tossed it wherever. What a fucking animal.
Her bra-clad upper body appeared; I snaked a hand around her back, unhooked it in one move. The bra dropped limp to the floor and those watermelon tits bounced free, scrambling my eyes. I stuck my tongue out like a dog in heat and lunged, lapping at her nipple like a mutt.
“Nnngh…”
How long had I waited to taste these again? That soft, squishy feel slammed into my skull and shot straight down to the cock that was already trying to punch through my pants. Dambi was fighting my belt with everything she had. I helped—yanked the belt free, popped the button and zipper to shreds, stepped out of the pants and kicked them anywhere.
“Aaang…”
I shoved my hips forward and rubbed the head against the soaked crotch of her pink panties. Mine were wet too, but hers were so soaked I could feel the slick heat through the fabric without even looking—cock and pussy grinding through two thin layers, both of us leaking precum and cunt juice like crazy.
I switched to the other tit I hadn’t licked yet, tongue working while both hands grabbed the hem of her micro-miniskirt and yanked it up hard, bunching it around her waist. Then I shoved a hand inside her panties, parted the bush, and hunted for the hole.
“Haaang…”
There it was—Dambi’s pussy hole. Deep in the split of her soaked bush, the entrance was gulping and dripping nonstop.
“You fucking bitch, did you already cum? Why the hell are you this wet?”
“Nnngh, you bastard, just put it in already.”
“Put what in?”
I slid one finger deep into her cunt.
“Uuung… Jin-sik’s cock…”
“Jin-sik’s cock? Put it in who?”
I pulled the finger out, drove it back in deep, and worked it.
“Aaang… in Yeong-eun’s pussy… put it in…”
“So I just shove Jin-sik’s cock into Yeong-eun’s pussy, that it?”
“Uuung… hurry… hurry…”
“Take the panties off first. Then I’ll put it in that pussy of yours.”
Dambi’s hand wrapped the shaft of the telephone pole, stroked it a couple times, then hooked a finger in her own panty string and shoved them down. She twisted her legs until the panties caught mid-thigh came free and flung them aside. The thick, veiny telephone pole stood bare and shameless right in front of her. I pulled my soaked fingers free of her cunt, grabbed the other side of her panty string, and yanked them the rest of the way down in one go. They snagged on her foot; the bitch didn’t even notice.
We still hadn’t even made it into the actual room. The lights weren’t on—only the entryway sensor light kept flickering on and off.
“Let’s fuck, Yeong-eun.”
“Mm, put it in already, you bastard.”
I peeled my mouth off her tit, used my right hand to hoist one of her legs, and with my left grabbed the throbbing telephone pole and lined it up against her pussy, hunting the hole. The head parted the bush, caught on the wet split with a wet smack, and I knew without looking I’d found the entrance. Then I slammed my hips forward hard.
“Kh!”
“Euhung! Uuung…”
“Ah… fuck, Dambi’s pussy really is the best.”
“Now… it’s Dambi again…? Your cock’s… so good… fuck me harder… faster…”
The bitch locked both arms and both legs around my back, laced her fingers, and hung on like a monkey. Free hands now, I cupped her ass, pinned her harder against the wall, and started pumping. Jesus, the bitch was heavy as hell.
“Huk! Aaang… uk! Nnngh… hak! Uuung… eok! Haaang…”
“Ah~ fuck, this pussy’s too tight.”
Every thrust mixed the wet slap of cock in cunt with the dull thud of her body hitting the wall, turning the whole hallway into pure filth.
“Ut! Aaaang… huk! Nnnngh… hak! Uuuung… my pussy’s gonna split, you bastard.”
“Ah… fuck, my dick’s gonna snap—loosen up a little.”
“Uk! Nnnngh… deeper, you bastard… hut! Aaaang… ak! Uuuung…”
I sped up. Only a few minutes in and sweat was already pouring off us like rain, sticky and filthy. Summer was here. Should’ve turned the goddamn AC on first.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
“Huk! You bitch, I said loosen that pussy!”
“Shut up, you fucker—ut! Aaaang… eok! Uuuung… I’m gonna cum… I’m gonna cum… you bastard!”
Her cunt clamped so hard it wasn’t an act—my cock really felt like it was about to break. She dug her laced fingers into my back, crushed herself against me, and raked her nails down.
“Khh… fuck, I can’t hold it—I’m gonna cum.”
“Cum in me… uk! Aaaang… eok! Aaaang… ak! Aaaang… cum, you bastard!”
Something surged up from my balls. My hands on her ass clenched hard enough to bruise as I drove my hips in as deep as they would go. My whole body locked, and thick ropes of cum blasted up the shaft, past the head, and flooded her.
“Kuuuugh~~~!”
“Aaaang… fill me… fill me… aaaang… nnngh…”
The bitch rolled her hips like she was savoring every spurt pouring into her cunt. Deep inside, her pussy was packed full of hot cum; the wet, warm squeeze around my cock was pure heaven. Even when we’d gone six rounds straight at her place I’d felt it—her cunt and my dick were a perfect fucking match.
Only a few minutes, but both our hair was plastered with sweat, a total mess. The back of her head was even a little bald from how hard I’d been slamming her into the wall.
“Haa… ha…”
Dambi smacked her lips like she was still tasting the cock, breathing hard. The telephone pole was still buried to the root inside her.
“Looks like you were hungrier than me.”
I watched her unfocused eyes slowly come back online.
“Pull it out…”
“Pull what?”
“Your cock, you asshole.”
I eased my hips back and slid the telephone pole free. Looking down, thick ropes of cum dripped off the head as it left her. The second I was all the way out, a flood of cum gushed from her pussy and splattered on the floor. Beautiful fucking sight.
Dambi unhooked her arms and legs from my back and stood on shaky legs.
“You okay?”
“Mm…”
“Hold on.”
I stepped into the actual room, looked around, spotted a box of tissues on the table by the TV stand, yanked out a thick wad, and shoved my hand between the legs of the barely-standing Dambi to wipe her pussy clean. Then I used the same cum-and-juice-soaked tissues to roughly wipe the glistening telephone pole and tossed them in the trash.
Only then did I take a real breath, flip the lights on, and crank the AC.
“Wanna wash?”
“Yeah.”
Dambi shoved the micro-miniskirt still bunched around her waist down and flung it into the room. Two horny animals stood completely naked, staring at each other’s bodies. I took her by the shoulders, steered her straight into the shower, turned the water on lukewarm, and aimed the spray right at her pussy.
“Pfft, what the hell are you doing, you bastard?”
“Cleaning you out.”
Dambi burst out laughing like the whole thing was hilarious.
“Ah, fuck, I’m losing my mind.”
“Heh, me doing it for you isn’t bad either.”
“Haa~ now that I think about it, I brought condoms and didn’t even use one.”
“You brought condoms?”
The bitch snatched the showerhead, squatted, and aimed it at her own cunt. After a few rounds she didn’t have a shred of shame left. Considering how she’d acted at the beer hall, no surprise.
“Was drinking with a noona I know, your name came up, I told her I raw-dogged you six times, and she just handed them over.”
“I thought you were just talking shit, but you really came out to fuck, huh? Heh.”
“Hey, you little shit, do something about that.”
I followed her gaze—my cock, still half-hard and shiny with cum and cunt juice, was dangling there. I’d wiped her and roughly wiped myself, but under the bright light little bits of tissue were stuck all over, and the mess was still caked in the hair and along the shaft.
“When you’re done cleaning out, give me the shower. Gotta get this clean so I can keep fucking that pussy till work.”
“Crazy bastard.”
“That’s why I bought you lobster, you bitch.”
“Fuck, just wash first and rest a bit.”
“Heh, notice you didn’t say no… yeah, you looked hungrier than me just now… recover fast, we’re hitting ten rounds today.”
“Are you actually insane?”
“Yeah, you just figuring that out? I’m gonna die buried in that pussy of yours.”
“I’ve never met a bastard like you in my whole life.”
Dambi finished rinsing, stood up with the showerhead still in hand. I was about to wash the tissue-and-juice-covered cock when I spotted the shelf of toiletries—body wash, toothbrushes, the works. I squeezed a thick line of body wash into my palm, snatched the showerhead back from her, and sprayed her down.
Then I gave those watermelon tits one good squeeze and turned her around.
“Look at you, acting like you know what you’re doing. Pfft.”
“Don’t you do this for clients all the time? Sometimes it’s nice when a guy does it for you.”
I hung the showerhead, then worked the soapy hands from her shoulders down her back, over her ass, thighs, calves, all the way to her ankles, scrubbing every inch with care.
“Spread your legs a little.”
No complaint—Dambi shifted her feet apart and I soaped her asshole and pussy thoroughly.
“Turn around.”
She faced me and that dazzling body hit my eyes again, pure fuck-me hunger rising. But even fucking has an order.
I squeezed more body wash into my palm and lathered those tits.
“These tits are seriously perfect. Top-shelf.”
“What part of me isn’t pretty? Everything’s pretty.”
“When someone compliments you, just take it. Always so snappy~ Raise your arms.”
She lifted them and I worked from her armpits down over her chest, waist, hips, thighs again, then nudged her legs wider and carefully soaped every fold of her pussy and the bush, finishing with her toes.
“Hey… you don’t have to go that far.”
“Shut up.”
I squeezed body wash onto the tops of her feet and scrubbed each toe like I was trying to destroy every cell. Then I stood, grabbed the showerhead, turned the water on, and started rinsing those tits clean.
I’d always known her body was beautiful, but washing every single inch up close showed just how hard she worked on it. A little soft around the belly, sure, but with tits and ass that size it was inevitable. Personality decent enough, body great, pussy delicious—I remembered all over again what a prize Dambi’s cunt was.
Our eyes met out of nowhere; she was watching me with this strange little expression. I finished rinsing her, gave one of those watermelon tits a light smack—signal to go dry off outside.
“I’ll do you too. Turn around.”
“I can do it myself.”
“You bastard, just take it when someone’s offering!”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Dambi loaded her hands with body wash and scrubbed my back exactly the way I’d done hers, thorough and careful. Halfway through she made me spread my legs and cleaned my crotch, balls, cock, and asshole like a pro. When she washed my dick she stared straight into my eyes with this filthy little smile, stroking it like she was giving me a handjob.
After soaking up Dambi’s full shower service, the two naked animals crawled out into the waterbed room ready for the real fucking to start. I grabbed the towels by the TV, tossed her one, kept one for myself. Thought about just wiping off, then decided to dry her body with the towel instead.
“Haa~ damn, living the high life, huh?”
“No bastard treats you like I do, right?”
“Pfft, yeah, no bastard fucks me raw like a monster the way you do.”
I dried every last drop from her toes up; she answered in kind, carefully toweling me off. Anyone watching would’ve sworn we were some soulmate couple who’d been fucking for thirty years and made the international news.
I dropped into the chair by the waterbed table, lit a cigarette in silence. Dambi pulled one out too and lit it off the end of mine. Two horny animals, not a stitch on, cock and pussy bare, smoking like that.
Twenty hours until work, and we were already locked and loaded to smash the six-round record we’d set at her place.