That Mouth Gets a Passing Grade... Now Suck
"Mmph!"
"Pwwwhh!!"
She'd been comfortably gulping down cock-juice and pussy-juice when that telephone-pole cock shoved into her mouth, and the bitch flailed both arms wildly.
I drove the pole deep into her throat, punching through, and started working my hips the same way I'd fuck a pussy.
"Gotta clean a cock this thoroughly at least, A-rin... huh?"
"Pwwwhh...! Uuuwwhh...!"
No mercy. I slammed my hips down from above and wrecked Eun-ha's mouth with that telephone-pole cock.
Every time I rammed it in, she choked and heaved like she couldn't breathe.
I hadn't even thrust that many times before I felt another orgasm building.
I pulled my hips back until only the head rested against her lips—then put everything I had into driving the pole down like I meant to smash her mouth open.
A raw scraping sound filled the room as the telephone-pole cock punched deep into Eun-ha's throat and broke through.
I felt the load surge from the base of my balls, race up the shaft, past the head, and blast out hard.
"Kh...!"
"Pwwwhh...! Uuuwwhh...!"
This wasn't half bad either.
From now on, when I took the Blue Dragon train, this was how I ought to finish it.
Drained me nice and clean. Felt good.
I pushed myself up and pulled the telephone-pole cock out of Eun-ha's mouth.
Looking down at the bitch, I watched cum spray from her lips and run down her chin.
"You okay?"
"Pwwwhh...! Haaahk...!"
Eun-ha answered with a hand gesture.
She was fine.
I got up slowly and crawled out into the hallway—completely naked, of course.
I crawled into the girls' waiting room, pulled a bottle of water from the fridge, and chugged it. Then I dug through the pants I'd left behind, grabbed my phone, and headed for Room 7.
Inside, three pussies sat cross-legged, quietly sharing cigarettes.
"Send me the video you shot."
"Sent."
Fucking bitch was fast.
I opened my phone and checked—sure enough, the threesome fuck video had already been dropped into the group chat. I downloaded it without even watching and forwarded it straight to Mi-ho's chat.
After that much, her pussy had to be itching.
I sat cross-legged on the bed, shared a cigarette with them, and wrapped up Burning Fuck Party, Part Two.
"Shall we get up?"
"Yeah, baby... I'll clean up with A-rin and head out."
"Alright."
I grabbed Hyojin's arm and stepped out into the hallway. Around the corner I stopped, turned the bitch around, and locked eyes with her. I leaned in and stuck my tongue out.
She resisted for a second—then her mouth opened, and our tongues tangled. We traded spit, swallowing each other's saliva as we made out hard.
"Ate that pussy good today."
"......"
Hyojin's face had gone a little red.
Back in the girls' waiting room, I threw my clothes on and shared another cigarette with her.
Dambi and Eun-ha walked in naked, each holding a rolled-up towel.
"What's that?"
"Your cum, baby... hehe..."
"As expected—thorough with the cleanup too."
I waited while Dambi and Eun-ha got dressed. Once everyone was ready, I hooked Fucktoy Number Three under my arm, with Fucktoy Number One and Fucktoy Number Two trailing behind.
I hit the elevator button and waited with my hands behind my back.
The doors opened, and a familiar pussy's face appeared.
Mi-ho.
"What are you doing? Getting off or not? Door's closing."
"Huh? Y-yes...!"
Mi-ho scrambled out of the elevator and stood in front of me. At least this time she didn't smash her neck into the doors.
"What's up?"
"I-I, um...!"
Mi-ho's eyes were bloodshot red. She'd probably watched the videos I sent and her pussy was crawling. Not one clip—several, staggered over time...
Right in front of my three fucktoys, I stripped off my T-shirt, pants, and underwear in one go. Then I stroked my half-soft telephone-pole cock and stared straight at Mi-ho.
"You came because you need this, right?"
"Th-that's...!"
"Get on your knees."
Mi-ho glanced around, reading the room, then carefully dropped to her knees. I stepped forward and rubbed my hardening telephone-pole cock against her mouth.
"Open up... let me taste that mouth first."
Mi-ho stared at the pole, then slowly parted her lips. Beside us, Hyojin already had her phone out, filming Mi-ho's mouth.
I grabbed Mi-ho's head with both hands and slowly pushed my hips forward. The telephone-pole cock slid into her mouth.
"Mmm... first off, that mouth of yours gets a passing grade... now suck."
Mi-ho gave a little nod, wrapped one hand around the shaft, and started sucking hard. The wet sound of cock-sucking echoed through the lobby.
"Guess that's a girl who knows how to suck dick... she's good..."
"Baby, you not gonna fuck her?"
"We already pounded plenty today... and we're all dressed. Too much hassle. I'll fuck her later."
"Hehe... suit yourself."
Dambi leaned in and licked my nipple. Eun-ha did the same on the other side.
"Ah... I think I'm gonna cum again... Mi-ho, okay if I finish in your mouth?"
Mi-ho nodded while she kept sucking.
I felt it rising. I clenched both hands tight around her head and drove the telephone-pole cock hard into her throat, punching through.
Thud!
"Kh!!"
"Pwh!!"
The instant the pole buried deep in Mi-ho's throat, I felt the load surge from the base of my balls, race up the shaft, past the head, and blast out hard.
"Pwwwhh!! Uuwh!!"
White foam bubbled from Mi-ho's mouth, ran down her chin, and soaked the lobby floor. After draining myself a few times already, the load wasn't that heavy.
I slowly pulled my hips back and eased the telephone-pole cock out of her mouth.
"Good girl..."
"Haah...! Haah...!"
"Next time I'll open this up for you..."
I bent my knee and grabbed the crotch of Mi-ho's pants.
"Haa...! Haa...!"
Mi-ho looked up into my eyes and nodded.
She was offering me her pussy—right in front of my three fucktoys.
I wiped the cum-and-spit-smeared cock roughly with a tissue, picked up the clothes I'd thrown off, and got dressed. Then I took my three fucktoys and one provisional fucktoy and headed out of the building.
It was midsummer, and the sun was already high overhead.
I put Mi-ho in a taxi first, then stuffed Eun-ha and Hyojin into the next one and sent them off. Dambi and I headed home together.
"Baby. Here."
"Huh?"
Dambi, pussy hair fluttering as she got ready to go out, handed me a wad of bills.
"You don't have to do this every time..."
"Just take it... if you don't spend it, bring it back."
"Heh... even if I don't spend it, I'll say I did, you fucking bitch."
"Be careful out there."
"Yeah."
I gave Dambi a quick kiss and left the villa. Then I caught a taxi and headed for Seong-uk hyung's apartment.
"Good afternoon, hyung."
"Hey. You eat yet?"
"No. Woke up, saw your message, so I washed up and came straight over—figured we could grab a meal."
"Alright. Food first."
"Yes, hyung."
Seong-uk hyung and I ducked into a nearby gukbap place and ordered large bowls of rice soup.
"You got any spots lined up, hyung?"
"Nothing special... thinking about hitting B&B one more time."
"Sounds good, hyung."
Come to think of it, I hadn't contacted Haneul. She hadn't messaged me either. Had she gone to work today?
We finished the gukbap, stepped outside, and squatted down to light cigarettes in silence.
"I'm seeing Yuri. What about you?"
"I'd rather see Haneul... maybe give them a call, hyung?"
"Alright."
Seong-uk hyung pulled out his phone and called B&B. After a short conversation, he hung up.
"Haneul's off today. Yuri's available from eight."
"Yes, hyung."
Last week she'd taken the day off to match my schedule too... Off again today? Then why no message?
"You ever seen Yuri?"
"No. Only heard about her."
Yuri—the legendary daettal-bang skill master people only talked about in rumors. She'd been at it a long time, so she had some years on her, but the skills were supposedly still sharp.
"Then you take Yuri today... I'll go random."
"You sure that's okay, hyung?"
"Yeah. You know my style. Even on a Jimyeong I never see the same girl more than a few times. You haven't seen her, so I'll take someone else."
What the fuck got into this bastard? Well—fine by me.
I handed Seong-uk hyung seventy thousand won, and he immediately called B&B to lock in the reservation.
"We've still got two hours to kill... want to head over early and rate some pussy?"
"Yes, hyung."
Seong-uk hyung and I caught a taxi to B&B in Mokseong-gu. With plenty of time before the reservation, we watched the girls walking past and held a little critique session.
"That fucking bitch looks delicious... I'd fuck her ten times."
"Yes, hyung... the one next to her, I'd hit three thousand times."
Honestly, neither of them was that good. The one hyung pointed out was maybe worth a single round if she offered. We were just two dickheads talking shit and flexing on each other.
My phone buzzed. I checked it—a message from Haneul.
Hmm... I wanted to see the rumored Yuri too... but I also needed to meet Haneul.
If I canceled now, Seong-uk hyung would be screwed. And the reservation wasn't far off.
I locked in the fuck date with Haneul and slipped my phone back into my pocket.
"Pussy?"
"Yes, hyung... girl named Haneul who works at B&B. She just hit me up wanting to hang tonight."
"You don't need to go?"
"Already got the reservation... session won't take long, so I'll see her after."
"You fucking bastard. How many times you draining that thing these days? Any jizz left?"
"Yes, hyung... honestly, after a few loads lately, it's just been watery clear liquid coming out."
Keeping a few fucktoys and running group sessions over and over had drained me dry enough that sometimes only transparent fluid came out. I needed to stop pushing it and take care of my health.
If I wanted to keep my fucktoys properly managed, that telephone-pole cock had to stay in peak condition at all times.
As the reservation time approached, I flicked my cigarette anywhere and walked into the building. At the entrance I made the call; a moment later the door opened and a runner kid let us in.
As usual, since we weren't doing a group session, hyung and I got assigned separate rooms. We showered in the shared bathroom and came back.
I sprawled out on the bed, legs spread, stroking my cock while I waited.
Soon the click of heels approached and stopped outside the door. It opened, and a pussy in a kimono stepped into view.
"Hi, oppa."
"Hey."
Long light-brown hair, and her face was painted white with something—definitely not her natural skin tone. She'd caked it on on purpose. The pin in her hair was long and stick-like, Joseon-dynasty style.
A concept, huh...
Yuri sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed and quietly laid a hand on my telephone-pole cock.
"It's big..."
"You like it?"
"Yeah, oppa... I like them big..."
"Big doesn't mean shit if you can't even fuck with it."
"Mmm... I just like playing with these..."
Yuri twisted the hand holding my telephone-pole cock and spun it. Weirdly, it didn't hurt. The cock twisted and whirled around like some kind of circus trick.
Then she pointed the shaft at the ceiling and stroked it up and down, gently rubbing the head with her thumb.
The service of Yuri, master of daettal-bang skills, had begun.