Massage Parlor — Song-i
"Want something to drink?"
"Sure."
"What'll it be? I've got canned coffee, apple juice, orange juice."
"Apple juice, please."
"Okay."
Song-i casually fished an apple juice from the basket she'd prepared ahead of time and held it out. Then she gave my throbbing cock a look that said it was almost cute, and perched herself on the edge of the table with her legs crossed.
"It's big…"
Out of nowhere Song-i reached for the counter manager's erect cock, pressed a fingertip to the head, and flicked it like a toy.
I was mid-sip of the apple juice when her ambush landed, and my whole body jerked hard. At that over-the-top reaction, the fucking bitch burst out laughing with a smile full of pure mischief.
"Hehehe… You like that?"
"Yeah, noona. It feels really good."
"Looks like we need to do something about this quick. Just looking at it is making me feel pressured."
"I know, right? Never thought I'd actually end up doing it with you, noona — but now that it's really happening, well… this is what I get."
Song-i took hold of the counter manager's erect cock, wrapping her soft fingers around it and rubbing them against the head as she kept talking.
"Really? You wanted to do it with me?"
"Yeah. From the first time I saw you."
"You barely talked and seemed so shy, I figured you were a total wimp — but you've got a big package and a dirty side, huh~?"
"Well, doesn't everyone…"
Drunk on Song-i's soft touch, this counter manager bastard leaned his upper body back a little, propped himself up with both arms at an angle, and poured every nerve into the cock where that electric sensation was concentrated — while turning his head to stare at the tits peeking through the deep plunge of Song-i's pure white dress.
Her nipples were just barely visible, teasing me so hard I wanted to reach out right then, grab those tits, and squeeze. When Song-i met the counter manager bastard's burning gaze, she didn't look away. She stared right back, then suddenly stopped rubbing the head. She wrapped her whole palm around the base of the cock and squeezed, pressing the flesh so the root stood at an angle — as if to say, let's see just how big this cock of yours really is.
"Ugh… noona."
"Looking at it like this, it really is huge. And thick, too."
Song-i turned the counter manager bastard's cock — so red and swollen it looked ready to burst — this way and that, staring at it like she was dissecting it under a microscope. Under that gaze of hers, precum started dripping from the slit in the middle of the head.
"Looks like you're pretty worked up~? Can't have that. Better soothe it quick, hehe."
"Yeah. I want to do it with you right now, noona."
"But are you sure? If someone sees us, you might get in trouble."
"I don't care. Let them look."
"Ooh, I like that answer — nice and clear. I've never seen a cock this big, thick, and handsome either. I want to try it, hehe."
"Handsome?"
"Yeah. The color's nice, too — whether you take good care of it or it's just naturally like that… Mine isn't exactly a pretty color, you know."
The counter manager bastard and the shop girl launched into a heated discussion about each other's genitals, and the moment Song-i mentioned her own pussy, it felt like every drop of blood in my body rushed straight to my cock.
"Shall we get started, then?"
Song-i let go of the cock, slowly rose from the table, and peeled the pure white dress off in one fluid motion. Instantly her dazzling naked body — wearing nothing but a string panty that left her pussy hair completely exposed — dazzled my eyes. And as if she had no intention of giving me time to appreciate it, Song-i stripped the string panty off at light speed, tossed it aside carelessly, then brushed my shoulder with a light tap. The signal to stand up.
"Noona, you're so beautiful."
"I know, hehe…"
The counter manager bastard, cock blazing red and standing at attention for the chance to fuck a regular girl from the shop, stood face-to-face with the naked body of the shop girl who'd invited him to plow her cobwebbed pussy, his cock throbbing hungrily.
Seen from the front, Song-i's naked body was so spectacular that "dazzling" was the only word that fit. Even clothed, I'd thought her figure was incredible — but seeing her completely bare right in front of me, it felt like Venus herself could have descended and it wouldn't have been an exaggeration.
Not an ounce of excess fat. An unreal figure that looked like what you'd get if you asked an AI to draw the most fuckable body imaginable.
What really stunned me were her tits.
They weren't big enough to call huge, but those nicely rounded, perky tits of hers looked so seductive I wanted to bury my face in her nipples right then and lick them forever until I died.
I'd always thought her skin was pale and milky, but Song-i's fully naked body was so white and translucent you could practically see the veins.
In the corner beside the table was a shower installed for washing, and Song-i was already testing whether the water temperature was right. A transparent partition enclosed the table and shower area, with shampoo, body wash, soap, and other shower supplies hanging all over it.
I'd already washed my cock, balls, and asshole clean, but I wordlessly followed Song-i's signal and stood in front of the shower. Just in case some nasty smell came up mid-fuck and killed the mood — better to be fully prepared. And the water table with shower service was practically the trademark of massage parlors, famous enough that there was no reason to turn it down when she was offering. Especially when it was Song-i's water table service — the shop's star and ace, the one I'd wanted to fuck so badly.
Once she'd adjusted the water temperature, Song-i turned the showerhead on me and started rinsing me down. She squeezed a generous amount of body wash into her hands, then carefully worked it into every nook and cranny — from my neck to my chest, waist, legs, all the way to my toes. Eyes closed, I savored her service, feeling Song-i's soft hands.
Then something slipped between my legs, and an incredible wave of pleasure slammed through my whole body.
Song-i's hand settled between my balls and asshole, and with skilled fingers she teased the rim of my asshole while her palm softly massaged the underside of my balls.
"Ah…"
A moan slipped out against my will at the pleasure that stabbed through my entire body. Without thinking I spread my legs a little wider, as if asking for more, and Song-i answered that wish — working her soft hands over every last cell of my balls and asshole like she meant to wash them clean.
Soon something seemed to wrap around my cock — red beyond red, throbbing and dripping precum — and with that slick sensation, mind-blowing pleasure crashed into my skull. My eyes were closed without me realizing it, but I knew exactly what Song-i was doing without looking.
I felt the skin of my cock being stroked slowly up and down. After savoring her touch for a while, I couldn't hold back the pleasure — I cracked my eyes open, lowered my head, and looked down.
Song-i was kneeling neatly, staring at my cock, using her right hand to stimulate the counter manager bastard's balls and anus while her left hand wrapped around the whole shaft and slowly stroked it up and down.
I bent my thighs slightly like I was doing a squat, rested both arms on the fronts of my folded thighs, and spread my legs a little wider.
"Feel good?"
"Yeah. It feels amazing."
"Ha… ah…"
Song-i let out some unidentifiable moan, then slowed her pace even more — as if telling me to really feel her hands — and carefully massaged my cock, balls, and asshole with both hands.
The shower service had long since ended, and the water table room was heating up from the filthy acts of the shop's star girl begging to have her cobwebbed pussy plowed, and the counter manager bastard with his cock throbbing in heat for the chance to fuck her.
Song-i, mid-cock-massage, eventually stood up, turned the showerhead on me, blasted me with water, and scrubbed until not a single speck of body wash remained. Then she pulled a towel from the storage bin outside the transparent partition, roughly wiped me down just enough to get the water off, and gestured for me to lie face-down on the table.
The moment I lay face-down on the table as ordered, a bone-chilling cold sensation raised goosebumps all over my body — and I quickly realized it was aqua gel.
Song-i rubbed aqua gel all over my entire back, then seemed to catch her breath for a moment before climbing up onto the table.
The flower of the massage parlor — body sliding — had begun.
A soft, yielding sensation slammed into my back, and I immediately knew it was the feel of Song-i's tits.
"Ha…"
"Mm…"
Warm breath puffed from Song-i's mouth and tickled my ear.
"Nngh~ mm… ha…"
"Ah… sss… ah…"
Song-i, pressed tight against my back, began slowly rotating her body and rubbing against me. The soft feel of Song-i's tits slowly spread through my whole body, while down by my ass, her pussy hair was gently tickling me.
Squelch… squelch…
Rustle rustle…
The friction of her tits and pussy hair working in harmony filled the water table room, making it crystal clear what the essence of body sliding really was.
I could feel Song-i's upper body gradually sliding lower as she diligently rubbed against my back. Before long the soft feel of her tits had reached the boundary between my waist and ass, and I was insanely excited for the service that was about to come. And as if anticipating what was about to happen, I instinctively relaxed the tension in my asshole.
"Huk…"
Suddenly my ass cheeks were forced apart by artificial strength, and something pushed its way into my asshole. I couldn't help but let out a half-involuntary moan.
The invader of my asshole's inner flesh was Song-i's tongue.
My whole body jerked involuntarily.
"You okay?"
"Yeah… it feels so good, noona… ah…"
"Hnnngh…"
At my sudden reaction, Song-i — who'd just pushed the tip of her tongue into my asshole — pulled it back out with a worried tone and spoke to me. But far from any rejection, once she confirmed it was a shudder of pure pleasure, she roughly spread my ass even wider and shoved her tongue in without restraint.
"Ugh!… ah… ah… nn…"
And whether I was trembling and writhing in pleasure or not, she dug her tongue deep into my asshole and ruthlessly stirred up the inside.
After tasting the flesh inside my asshole for a while, Song-i lifted her head as if to catch her breath, then freely ravaged the cleft of my ass and my asshole with her tongue, going back and forth. The counter manager bastard, driven into heat by Song-i's tongue skills, tasted pleasure so extreme he thought he'd be fine dying right then and there.
I'd always liked rimming, but I'd never experienced tongue skills this greedy, hot, and spectacular. I thought, good thing I fucked her after all. Even if the boss caught us mid-fuck and I got put through hell for it, I wouldn't have cared at all. That's how high-level Song-i's rimming skills were — the best of any rimming I'd ever received.
"Want to get on all fours?"
"Huh?"
"Get on all fours. I'll make you feel good, hehe."
I was lost in savoring Song-i's rimming when her nonsense about getting on all fours made me think the rimming was over — and it felt like the sky was falling. But that was just baseless worry.
"L-like this?"
I awkwardly got into a doggy-style position. It was humiliating. I wondered if Song-i was about to put on a strap-on with an artificial cock and shove it into my asshole. Maybe that was why she'd dug into my asshole with her tongue like that — so the artificial cock would slide right in. But I'd never heard of any service like that anywhere.
"Spread your legs more — like this!"
Song-i, losing patience, put full strength into her arms and spread both my legs wide apart.
"Push your ass back more! And lean your upper body forward!"
I had no choice but to do as I was told.
"Good, stay just like that, hehe…"
The pose Song-i had arranged for me was a perfect cat pose. I was genuinely scared she was about to shove an artificial cock into my asshole. And to end up in a doggy-style position in front of a woman…
Just as my mind was short-circuiting from the shame, I saw something crawling in between my legs. Then extreme pleasure from my cock slammed through my whole body and hit my skull hard.
"Hoooook~~ nn… ah~~~"
The thing that had crawled between my legs was Song-i's head. More precisely, she had half-draped her upper body underneath, pushed her head in perfectly aligned with the direction my cock was pointing, and naturally taken my downward-pointing cock into her mouth.
"Kkeok~ uwa… nn…"
It was a service I'd never received in my life, and my cock felt ready to literally explode. She was naturally receiving my erect, downward-pointing cock into her mouth and sucking it hard, while simultaneously using both hands to stimulate my balls and asshole at the same time.
This was the service skill of Song-i — the star and ace of a shop where not even a single ant crawled by.