Sis... Can You See the Pussy Juice Flowing?
"Haah... Sis, when are you gonna give me that pussy?"
"Haaah..."
"Huh? Come on, say it, Sis... I introduced you already. My fucktoy..."
Do-yeon twisted her head around and looked at Dambi.
"Mmnh... How is it...? Does it taste good...?"
Do-yeon wiggled her ass, grinding against my telephone-pole cock. The thing was straining so hard it looked ready to punch straight through my shorts, sliding back and forth between the cheeks of her ass.
"Yeah, Unnie... It tastes so good... You should try it too..."
"Hnn... Let go... The girls are gonna come out..."
Do-yeon shoved me off with some real force and straightened out her clothes.
"Just blue-balling me again, Sis."
"Mmnh... Gotta... be careful..."
Do-yeon parked her ass down, settled in, and quietly lit a cigarette.
"Whatever. It's not like you're the only bitch I can fuck... When that pussy starts itching, call me anytime. I'll open it right up for you..."
Do-yeon took a deep drag and blew the smoke straight into my face.
Mmm... This bitch's cigarettes were ridiculously light. Guess she actually gave a damn about her health.
I ignored both Dambi and Do-yeon, headed back to the counter, and dropped my ass into the mesh chair.
Things were moving along, but it was still blue-balling the hell out of me. I'd already turned two pussies into my personal fucktoys, but there were still plenty more left to plow. I could stop the hunt right here and be satisfied with the two I had — but a man born with a dick couldn't live like that. I had to fuck as many pussies as possible and leave a legacy behind.
I opened the group chat and sent the dick pics I'd taken. Some from home, some Dambi had shot for me. Of the three bitches in the chat, two were already fucktoys and one was a fucktoy-in-training, so it didn't matter. The message was clear: my cock was rock hard, so be ready to put out whenever.
With the anal session booked, I closed my phone. I was killing time smoking, waiting for the shift to end, when the landline connected to the girls' waiting room started ringing. I got up and checked — it wasn't line zero. It was Room 7T.
That was Hyeona's room...
I picked up the receiver and pressed it to my ear.
"Yes?"
"Oppa, can you come here for a sec?"
"Sure."
Fuck. I was about to clock out and now this bullshit.
"Gonna swing by 7T real quick. Hyeona called."
"Got it, hyung-nim."
I headed down the hallway, rounded the corner, and stopped in front of Room 7T. Two light knocks and the door opened — Hyeona crawled out carrying a basket.
"What is it?"
"The customer wants to see the manager."
"Alright."
Hyeona took her basket and disappeared toward the girls' waiting room. Looked like the service was already done... I knocked anyway and stepped inside.
"You called for me, sir?"
"I think you need to train your girls better, boss."
What the fuck was this asshole talking about?
"What's the problem, sir? Was something not to your liking?"
"She's way too half-assed. At this rate I'd be better off going to a full-service place."
"Then you'll need to be specific so I can actually do something about it, sir."
"You've seen me plenty of times, boss. Has this ever happened before? Ah, forget it... I'm just leaving."
"Just calm down for a second... You're a regular, so of course I know you well. But you don't know what goes on inside these rooms, do you, sir?"
This fucker needed to spit out what actually happened so I could decide whether to cave his skull in. Goddamn boomers were always like this. Just sit there with a sour look on their face and expect everyone to read their minds and fix everything. Pain-in-the-ass pieces of garbage.
Back when I was doing the blood-money collections, the boomer types were almost always the same breed of worthless, bottom-feeding human trash. And this place was an illegal quasi-prostitution handjob parlor. A goddamn zoo of the most unhinged bastards imaginable.
"Come on, it's embarrassing to say out loud, isn't it? I'm leaving. Just make sure I don't get that girl again."
"Understood. I'll have a word with her, sir."
I shut the door and crawled back out to the counter. Fucking asshole. If he'd only been here once or twice, I'd have smashed his jaw right there and buried him in the hills. Unfortunately, he was a regular.
"What'd the customer say, hyung-nim?"
"Regular. Wants me to train Hyeona."
Jeonghun checked the reservation memo, then punched the bastard's number into the text-blast site. The guy came in once or twice a week and had seen every girl working at Eden at least once. He'd even seen Hyeona a few times before... Didn't make any sense that he was throwing a fit now.
"Gonna hit the waiting room real quick, hyung-nim."
"Go ahead."
Jeonghun got up and disappeared into the girls' waiting room. Probably going to ask Hyeona about it. A moment later I heard a door open, and on the CCTV I watched the customer crawl out of 7T alone. I hustled over, steered him to the elevator, and got him the hell out. Then I went back to the counter and dropped my ass into the mesh chair.
Footsteps came from the girls' waiting room on the other side of the counter wall. Jeonghun appeared in the hallway, walking slowly toward the counter.
"What's going on?"
"Yeah, hyung-nim... Hyeona's always been kind of like that..."
Like what?
Jeonghun parked himself in the counter chair, quietly lit a cigarette, and started laying out the story on Hyeona. Apparently the bitch half-assed it the second a customer showed any weakness. If she decided a guy looked soft or like a sucker, her service went to complete shit. On the flip side, when some tattooed thug or gangster walked in, she poured her whole goddamn soul into it. That was why most of Hyeona's designated requests came from gangsters.
In short, she was a complete fucking bitch.
Time rolled on, closing came and went, and I met Dambi at the intersection near Eden and flagged down a taxi. We made a quick stop at a convenience store near the house for two bottles of soju and some snacks, then headed inside. The second we walked in I stripped everything off, hopped in the shower with Dambi, and came back out.
I parked my ass on the couch in the TV room and quietly lit a cigarette.
"Been a while since it's just been the two of us."
"Yeah. Heh..."
Lately we'd been doing so much freaky threesome shit that I barely got any one-on-one time with my fucktoy. It hadn't even been that long since I'd turned this bitch into one, and thinking back a few months made me weirdly sentimental.
"Let's drink and then fuck."
"Okay, babe."
Dambi wrapped her hand around my cock, gave it a shake, and poured the drinks. I reached out, stroked those watermelon tits of hers, and sipped my soju. We were killing a cozy little stretch of time talking absolute nonsense when my phone suddenly buzzed. Do-yeon — saved as Fire Fox — lit up on the screen.
"Fucking bitch calling at this hour... Huh? Video call?"
"Heh... Pick it up, babe."
Following Dambi's lead, I hit accept without bothering to put any clothes on. Do-yeon's face filled the screen. Her bare shoulders were right there in frame.
"Hey, Sis... What's up at this hour?"
"Mm... I was lying down to sleep and... I just started thinking about it..."
"Heh... Thinking about my cock?"
"Mmh..."
The phone screen wobbled, and what looked like a split of bare skin — her pussy — came into view.
"Damn... Sis, your pussy's soaked..."
"Mmh... Haaah... Show me your cock..."
I angled the phone around to give her a full view. Dambi's hand was still wrapped around my telephone-pole cock, stroking it.
"Who are you with...? Hnn..."
"Told you already, Sis... I introduced her earlier. My fucktoy..."
I lifted the phone again so she could see both my face and Dambi's.
"Hi, Unnie... You fucking bitch."
"Hnn... Dambi... Haaah..."
"Heh... Looks like the fucktoy's pretty pissed... She was looking forward to it earlier. Wanted to watch you put out..."
"You fucking bitch, can't you see our man struggling?! Just give him that slut pussy already!"
Dambi unleashed a stream of curses while jerking my cock like a maniac.
"Haaah... You mean bitch... Hnn..."
"Sis... That pussy itching? Just finger yourself while you watch me fuck my fucktoy... You fucking bitch."
"Yeah, you fucking bitch... Watch and finger that pussy... Heh."
Dambi grinned at the phone screen, let go of my cock, and stood up. She pulled herself against me, stomach to stomach, wrapping her arms around my neck. I hooked under her thighs and hoisted her up — full lift position — then carried her into the bedroom, grabbed the phone stand, and came back out. I set the stand on the table in the TV room and propped the phone up.
"Watch close, Sis... Watch me fuck my fucktoy."
"Haaah... Haaah..."
Staring at Do-yeon's pussy on the screen, I drove my telephone-pole cock straight into Dambi and split her open.
Thud!
"Kh—!"
"Hnnn!!"
Do-yeon was fingering herself on the video call, watching me and Dambi go at it. To give her a perfect view of cock sliding in and out of pussy, I hoisted Dambi up even higher and braced her. Then I used my hips and ass to pound her pussy open. Groin slammed against groin, the raw wet friction echoing through the room.
"Heh... How's that, Sis...? Can you see the pussy juice flowing? Getting you off?"
"Hnn... Haaah... I want some too..."
"You should've given it up when I asked earlier, you fucking bitch... Just sit there and watch... Watch my fucktoy take this cock."
"Haaang! Babe... Hnn... Mmh!!"
On the phone screen, Do-yeon's pussy was glistening. Two fingers pumped in and out of her, pussy juice spraying everywhere. I ignored it and kept driving my cock into Dambi, splitting her open. The bitch was so turned on her moans were more intense than ever. Her arms locked around my back, nails raking across my skin. My cock felt soaked — precum and pussy juice mixed together, dripping down through the gap in thick strands. I could feel the orgasm building.
"Kh—! I'm cumming, you fucking bitch!"
"Hnn! Cum, babe! Cum in my pussy!"
I pulled my hips back until just the head was resting at her entrance — then slammed my telephone-pole cock all the way into her pussy. The second I bottomed out to the root, my thighs locked up rigid. I felt something surge from the base of my balls, race up the shaft, past the head, and blast out hard.
"Kh—! Ugh!"
"Hnn! Nnh!"
My hands clamped down hard on each cheek of Dambi's ass. My locked-up thighs finally released, trembling. Dambi's ass twitched as she took load after load, her pussy filling up with cum.
"Hoo..."
"Hah..."
I turned my head to check the phone screen — Do-yeon was gone. Fucking bitch already came, huh. I pulled my cock out of Dambi's pussy and cum poured out in a rush, soaking the floor. The bitch's crotch was slick and shiny with cum and pussy juice.
"Came a ton, fuck... Come here... Let's hit the shower again."
"Okay... Babe... What about Do-yeon?"
"Dunno. Can't see her — she probably already finished..."
I hit end on the video call and headed to the bathroom with Dambi. I washed every last drop of cum and pussy juice off the bitch's crotch, nice and clean. Then the two of us crawled back out and made for the bedroom. Same as always, two sex-crazed animals started fucking so hard the whole villa shook.
"Good evening, hyung-nim."
"Yeah. You eat?"
"Already did, hyung-nim."
I checked the reservation memo and the ledger. All eight night-shift pussies were on deck except Pureum. She'd clock in at nine.
A moment later I heard a toilet flush from the bathroom next to the counter, and Jeonghun crawled out. No sign of the Big Boss.
"After closing — company dinner."
"Yes, hyung-nim."
One of the best things about working at Eden was how often we did company dinners. Once in a while it'd just be the guys knocking back drinks and talking absolute shit, but most of the time the girls came too. Drinking with a bunch of hot, delicious-looking pussy bitches always put me in a good mood.
Tonight I was taking fucktoy number two, Eun-ha, home with Dambi for a threesome. Just thinking about it got my telephone-pole cock hard. I pulled out my phone and opened the group chat.
Reply in five seconds flat.
Hmm... It was a studio, so it was a little tight. But whatever, it'd be fine.
Threesome booked. Time to grind out this Friday-night cock marathon.