Gazing at the Night Sky
“Wanna go here?”
“Yes, Oppa... Hurry and get us inside... People are going to see.”
I kept my arm wrapped around Haneul’s waist and steered us into a decent-looking motel. She was giving me her pussy, so the least I could do was cover the room. I paid up front, grabbed the key, and we rode the elevator to the fifth floor.
I’d asked for the hundred-thousand-won party suite and caught a weekday discount. Normally it ran a hundred and fifty. Figured have to bring the fucktoys here sometime.
The room was surprisingly spacious. A massive floor-to-ceiling glass door opened onto a rooftop terrace. According to the description there was a grill space and even a little pool. Two computers sat side by side so a couple could use them while cock and pussy stayed locked together.
“Wanna shower together?”
“Mm... okay, Oppa.”
Haneul pressed a finger to her lips like she was thinking it over, then gave the green light. Cute was this bitch’s factory setting. Sexy face, decent body—she was racking up serious points as a fucktoy candidate.
We faced each other and stripped piece by piece, eyes locked. My utility-pole cock was already trying to punch through my pants. I yanked the shorts and underwear down in one go; the thing sprang free like a coiled spring, showing off its full glory.
“Hehe.”
“Let’s just have fun. Do whatever you want... moan as loud as you like.”
“Yes, Oppa.”
Back at B&B neither of us had gotten a proper fuck. That had left me a little unsatisfied, but here there was nobody to overhear; she could scream her head off.
Haneul hooked both thumbs into her panty strings and shoved them down in one motion. A twenty-year-old spring-chicken pussy and the crazy bastard about to wreck it stood completely naked, eye-fucking each other. I reached out, snagged her soft, smooth waist, and we stepped into the shower side by side.
“Fuck, this tub is huge.”
“Yeah, hehe.”
The shower looked big, and then I saw the circular whirlpool bath sitting there like a boss. Big enough for the two of us to go underwater without any trouble.
I remembered the amenity pack they’d given me at check-in, told her to wait a second, and ducked back into the room. Inside were a few condoms, disposable toothbrushes, toothpaste, a razor, and whirlpool powder. I grabbed the lemon-scented powder plus the brushes and paste and headed back.
Haneul already had the whirlpool filling. I tore open a brush, loaded it with paste, and handed it over.
“We’ve got plenty of time. Want to just soak? There’s a whirlpool and everything.”
“Okay, hehe.”
I stroked her body gently while we brushed. She returned the favor, fingertips grazing my throbbing utility-pole cock. Once the tub was full enough we climbed in and sank side by side. I draped an arm over her shoulders, pulled her tight, and started healing the damage that rhinoceros of a cock had left earlier.
“You got a boyfriend?”
“Might have one soon.”
“Ah, so you’re talking to someone?”
“Mm... something like that?”
“If it’s talking, just say talking. What’s ‘something like that’?”
“Hehe, there’s a reason.”
Wonder what kind of bastard it is.
“Oppa, doesn’t that hurt?”
“Huh?”
“It’s been standing like that this whole time...”
Haneul wrapped her hand around my utility-pole cock, gave it a little shake, and shot me a filthy look.
“Heh... I do want to get to it quick, but since we booked the party suite I figured we should enjoy it... Want to do it right here?”
Without a word she pressed her body flush against mine. My cock jabbed into her belly. I ran both hands down her back, slow and easy. She stuck her tongue out and offered it; I met it halfway. Tongues tangled, spit sliding down our throats while we made out hard. Her soft little tits mashed against mine. The hands on her back dropped lower and cupped her soft, compact ass.
“Haah... Oppa.”
“Yeah... let’s fuck... right here.”
I shifted my hips and lined the head up with her pussy. Haneul lifted her ass, found the angle, and helped settle it against her hole. The second it caught, I drove the whole utility-pole cock straight through her.
“Kh!”
“Hnnngh! Oppa... haaah...”
I kissed her again while slowly lifting my hips. Her pussy walls clamped down and milked the shaft. Both hands grabbed a cheek each and I started pounding hard.
“Ah... fuck... this is killer too...”
“Haaang! Oppa... hnnngh... nngh... haak!”
Haneul raised her hips and slammed them down. Every time I thrust up she met me, the wet slap of skin echoing off the shower walls. Her cheeks were already flushed; spit drooled from the corner of her mouth as she lost it. So this is what a born slut looks like, I thought. A twenty-year-old pussy out-fucking thirty-year-old veterans.
I felt the orgasm building and didn’t bother holding back—just hammered her harder.
“Kh!”
“Oppa!! Haaang!!”
I clenched her ass and buried every last inch. Her hips locked up; something hot gushed deep inside her. Cum rocketed from my balls, up the shaft, past the head, and blasted into her.
“Khh!”
“Haaang!! Ang!!”
Her ass jerked. Pussy flooded with cum, everything turned slick around my cock. Beads of sweat dotted her forehead. I licked them off. No salt. I was turning into a real freak. At this rate I’d probably want to drink pussy piss someday. Maybe I’d piss in one of the fucktoys’ mouths or cunts later. In her current state she might even take it.
We finished the underwater fuck, climbed out of the whirlpool, and soaped each other clean. Same as always—I washed her pussy, her asshole, even gave the toes a little service. Most girls get shy when you touch their feet; this one just lifted them for me. The fucktoys back home needed to step up their game.
After the shower we dried off, grabbed a couple of cans from the fridge, and cracked them open.
“Want to go outside for a smoke?”
I pointed at the huge glass door.
“Yes, Oppa.”
Arm around her waist again, cigarettes, lighter, and phone in hand, we stepped onto the rooftop terrace. Sure enough, grill gear and a small pool. Lounge chairs sat beside the pool; we dropped into them.
Come to think of it, that Hyojin bitch had said she was dieting for a beach trip. The mental image of her in a bikini instantly got my utility-pole cock hard again. I stuck a cigarette between Haneul’s lips and mine, flicked the lighter, and lit both.
“Oppa, it’s up again.”
“Yeah, this bastard’s always like that.”
I gave the throbbing cock a sharp slap with my palm. Fucking thing needed to chill. If the owner dies, you die too, asshole.
I took a deep drag, stared up at the star-filled sky, and blew the smoke out. Fuck, it was beautiful.
“What do you do for work, Oppa?”
Hmm... should I lie? No real reason to.
“I work at a handjob parlor.”
“Huh?”
Haneul’s eyes went wide.
“I’m the manager, heh.”
“Ah, hehe.”
“That guy at the B&B counter—owner or manager, whatever—came by our place not long ago.”
“Ah...”
“Is he the owner?”
“No, the real owner’s someone else.”
So the bastard who visited us was just a low-level peon like me, scouting rooms.
“Anyway... not important.”
“Are the girls you see the ones from there?”
“Yeah. The one I live with works there too.”
“I see, hehe.”
“Why?”
“Our owner dates one of the girls too... comes in as a customer even.”
“Ballsy bastard... doesn’t he care what people think? The managers must give him looks.”
“Right? Hehe... that’s why he hits on a lot of us.”
Different vibe from Eden, I guess. Big Boss never seemed interested in anyone but Nabi. Dongpal had hooked up with Doyeon, but word never really got out. Then again, the way Doyeon opened her mouth so easily, maybe a few people already knew.
“Hits on you? What does he say?”
“Just... ‘let’s sleep together once’...”
“Heh... fuck... owners and managers are all firecrackers, huh...”
“Hehe...”
“You hate it?”
“Not really, but it’s a little uncomfortable.”
“Yeah, people are watching. Gotta fuck clean like me so the rumors stay quiet... heh.”
“What’s your shop like, Oppa?”
“Ours? Pretty normal... the day manager hits on the girls, but the owner and the big guys don’t really.”
“How many sessions do you get?”
Why’s this bitch suddenly asking that?
“Weekdays about five or six... weekends eight to ten? Sometimes more if it’s busy.”
“Wow... that’s a lot...”
“Why? Doesn’t B&B pull good numbers too?”
B&B was one of the four legendary handjob parlors; its status towered over the other three thanks to Yuri, the master of the legendary handjob skill. Plus it had been around forever.
“Not as good as yours, Oppa... the days are all over the place...”
Huh. Unexpected intel. At least right now B&B was getting its ass kicked by Eden. As a manager there, I felt a little pride.
Hold on... if I play this right, maybe I could bring this girl over to Eden...? No. Scouting pussy from other shops happens all the time, but that wasn’t why I’d approached her. Just leave her as a fucktoy candidate. Even if I did poach her, no crumbs would fall my way. Nobody ordered it, and if I pulled that shit I had no idea what kind of mess would blow up. Like Eden and Noble used to be sister shops—Big Boss or Dongpal might already know the B&B owner.
“Yeah, you’re only doing it for the money. If the numbers aren’t steady it must suck.”
“Yeah...”
My phone suddenly rang. I glanced over—fucktoy’s number. What the hell does that bitch want? I’d already told her I was going out to fuck some pussy.
“It’s the girl I live with. One sec.”
“Okay, Oppa.”
Haneul stubbed out her cigarette, lit another, and stayed quiet. I hit answer and put the phone to my ear.
“Yeah.”
“Babe!”
What the fuck... it’s loud as hell wherever she is.
“Where are you? Why’s it so noisy?”
“I met up with Hyojin and Eun-ha and we came to a club!”
“What?”
“I’m gonna be late... we’re hitting a host bar after this too.”
This bitch’s balls just grew.
“Oppa! Oppa!”
Eun-ha and Hyojin’s voices blasted through the speaker. Both high-pitched—they were clearly wasted. Those bitches skipped work to hang with my fucktoy? Time for some discipline.
“Host bar? The kind where they fuck too?”
“No! Just a clean one, babe! Can I go?”
Fuck... there’s no such thing as a clean host bar. But I’d already said I was going out to fuck, so I couldn’t exactly tell her no... goddamn it.
“Yeah, just don’t stay out all night... have fun and come home.”
“Okay, babe! You go fuck that pussy and have a blast too!”
Crazy bitch. I couldn’t help laughing.
“Yeah, you sound busy. I’ll hang up... be careful.”
“Okay! See you later, babe!”
She must have kissed the phone—there was a loud smack and then the line went dead. I set the phone down, crushed the butt, and quietly lit another cigarette.
“I could hear your unnie’s voice, Oppa.”
“Yeah, she went to a club... took some of the shop girls... says they’re hitting a host bar too.”
“Heh, they sound fun.”
“Yeah, not exactly normal.”
Haneul took a deep drag and gave me that filthy look again.
“She told you to go fuck me silly, right?”
She’d said go fuck some pussy and have fun. How did that turn into “fuck me silly”? Same thing, I guess?
“Yeah. You horny?”
“Yes, Oppa...”
Haneul tipped the lounge chair back a little and spread her legs. Then she brought a free hand to her pussy and started rubbing.
“I want to watch you do it too...”
“Huh? Watch me jerk off?”
“Yes, Oppa...”
She wants a show, she gets a show. I stretched my legs out nicely, tipped my own chair back, and started stroking my utility-pole cock with my free hand. A few pumps and precum was already slicking my fingers.
“Haah... Oppa... your cock is so hot...”
“Heh... your pussy’s fucking pretty too...”
Haneul rolled onto her side so I could clearly see her fingers plunging into her pussy. Not to be outdone, I rolled onto my side facing her and kept pumping.
“Haaang... Oppa... haah... nngh...”
“Yeah... this is nice too... jerking off on a rooftop... watching a girl finger herself...”
“The unnie you live with... is she tastier than me...?”
“Huh...? That’s a tough one... heh...”
“I’ll be tastier... better than that unnie...”
Look at this bitch.
“Sure. Right now I’m with you, so you’re tastier... when I go home the fucktoy’s tastier... heh.”
“Since I’m tastier... can’t I be your girlfriend, Oppa?”
Haneul’s sudden confession left me completely speechless.