B&B - Yuri
“Ugh...!”
“How’s that?”
“Just like the rumors...”
Yuri was working my cock, her thumb teasing the head. She spread the slit sideways and brushed it lightly—something that should have hurt, but didn’t. It felt like a brand-new corner of pleasure cracking open that I’d never known existed.
I stared down at the head of my cock as pre-cum ran down her hand and dripped onto the bedsheets. Blood had already rushed in hard; every brush across the slit made it twitch and jump.
“Oppa, you good at it?”
“Huh? At what?”
“You know...”
She kept shaking my cock while spreading her other hand flat and spinning it in slow circles right over the head. The glans dragged across her palm and a sharp, electric pleasure soaked through my whole body.
“Haa...! Fuck... never had anything like this before...”
“Your cock’s pretty, oppa.”
“Heh... yeah? People usually say my face is a wreck... but they do say the cock’s nice.”
“Mm. I like it...”
Yuri shifted into a cross-legged sit, leaned her upper body back on her arms, and stretched both feet toward my cock. One foot cradled the shaft while the other rubbed the head. It was on a completely different level from Hyojin’s footjob—smooth, controlled, expert.
“Mmm...”
“Your cock’s so hot... feels like it’s gonna burn my feet, oppa.”
“Yeah... if I stuck it in your pussy it’d cool right down... but that’s not happening, is it?”
“This?”
She spread her legs. Between the folds of the kimono a thick bush of pussy hair appeared. Right in the middle sat an ordinary pussy, the kind I’d seen a hundred times. I’d half expected something special, but it looked the same as any other. I’d even thought it might be pale pink or something.
“Yeah. If I put it in there, wouldn’t my cock cool off?”
“No... I think it’d get even hotter.”
Her toes moved freely, spinning the head of my cock. Pre-cum poured from the slit, soaking my crotch and her toes.
“Well... even without fucking you raw... doesn’t feel like a waste of money. You’re good...”
“I hear that every day. It’s boring. Got anything else? Like my face is pretty?”
I took a good look at her face. Not drop-dead gorgeous or anything... just average... the only standout was how ridiculously white her cheeks were from whatever she’d plastered on.
“I can’t lie for shit... don’t really feel like saying that.”
“Yeah, I know... you’re ugly too, oppa.”
“Heh... still, that skill of yours is fucking insane...”
Yuri put her feet back, bent forward, and swallowed my cock straight into her mouth. The wet, greedy sounds of her sucking filled the whole room.
“Mmm...”
Her Sakkasi skill was something else too. I couldn’t tell exactly how she was doing it, but she worked the muscles in her mouth like they were under total control, pressing and squeezing the head over and over. I’d always thought Dambi, Eun-ha, and Hyojin were damn good cock-suckers... but this girl really was the Daettal-bang skill master for a reason. I already felt the urge to cum rising. I hadn’t even gotten the back-room or front-room service yet and still didn’t feel like the money was wasted.
“Haaa...!”
Yuri pulled off, wiped the spit from her lips, and looked up at me.
“You gotta tell me when you’re about to cum, oppa.”
“Yeah, I was just gonna shoot.”
“No. I’m not done yet.”
“Huh?”
She rose, planted her ass on my thighs, and started grinding, pressing her crotch tight against mine. Was she actually about to give me a fake fuck? No way. I’d read countless reviews of Yuri and never once seen a single bullshit claim that anyone had actually fucked her pussy.
She lined her pussy up against the shaft of my telephone-pole cock and began to move slowly. Habiyot... a dry grind. At the same time she reached out with both hands and started circling my nipples with her fingertips.
“Nngh...”
“Haa...!”
My body jerked on its own and a moan slipped out.
“Just rubbing the outer lips and it already feels great... if I shoved it inside it’d kill me, wouldn’t it?”
“Hnn... oppa, my pussy feels like it’s gonna burn... your cock’s so hot...”
“Yeah, you’re pouring pussy juice... makes me wanna lick it all up...”
Yuri’s grinding sped up. Her juices mixed with my pre-cum until both cock and pussy shone slick and wet. The urge to cum surged again.
“Fuck...! I’m gonna blow...”
“No. Hold it a little longer.”
She rubbed her pussy against me like a madwoman. The soft flesh wrapped the shaft and then slid free again and again.
“Khh...!”
Suddenly she bent down and took my swollen telephone-pole cock into her mouth. Instantly I felt the load rocket from the base of my balls, race up the shaft, past the head, and blast out hard.
“Khh! Ugh!”
“Hnnngh!”
I felt a massive load of cum flood into Yuri’s mouth. The bitch kept her eyes locked on mine the whole time, cock still buried between her lips. Her throat bobbed as she swallowed. She didn’t spit or hold it—she drank every drop. Her tongue pressed and milked the head, determined to wring out the last bit. Then she slowly lifted her head and stuck her tongue out. It was painted pure white with cum.
I looked down at my telephone-pole cock. Not a single trace of cum or pre-cum remained; it was spotless. She’d pulled off a mouth-cum and Blue Dragon Train in one go.
I sat up slowly, settled into a cross-legged position, and quietly lit a cigarette.
“Hoo... glad I came.”
“Mm. You gonna come again?”
“You’re always booked solid... even if I want to, I need a reservation.”
“Give me your phone.”
“Huh?”
I unlocked the pattern and handed it over. She tapped away for a while, then gave it back.
“I added myself. Message me whenever you want to see me.”
“Oh, so I just book through you?”
“Yeah. I like it... your cock, oppa.”
“Heh... guess I’ll have to come back.”
Yuri pulled a drink from the basket and handed it to me. I downed it in one shot. I’d kept the kimono on the whole time so it hadn’t been full nude service, but I didn’t really care. Habiyot, Sakkasi, footjob, Blue Dragon Train, mouth-cum... I’d cherry-picked every high-value service available, so the money didn’t feel wasted at all. Way better than half-assing it and just killing time.
I sat shooting the shit with Yuri, sharing cigarettes, until I finally got dressed and was seen out. Seong-uk hyung was squatting outside the door, waiting.
“Fuck, random always ends up shit.”
“Another dud, hyung?”
“Yeah. Let’s just get out of here.”
“Yes, hyung.”
From the look of him he’d taken another internal hit and needed some recovery breathing. We crawled out of the building together and squatted down. I quietly lit a cigarette.
“Yuri’s every bit as good as the rumors, hyung.”
“Yeah, solid, right? Any guy who hits the Daettal-bang joints has seen that bitch at least once...”
“Yes, hyung... thanks to you I’ve cracked B&B and seen plenty of decent pussy.”
“Fuck, but every time I roll random the hit rate is garbage...”
“Well, that’s life, isn’t it, hyung... I should get going.”
“Yeah. I’m gonna hit a nearby fuck parlor near home and jam a Jimyeong pussy for a bit.”
I flagged a taxi for Seong-uk hyung and watched him disappear. Then I immediately messaged Haneul to set up a fuck session. She replied within five seconds and we agreed to meet on Doran Road.
I took a taxi to Doran Road and waited a short while. Haneul showed up in a miniskirt and sleeveless top.
“You went all-out on the makeup today.”
“Yes, oppa.”
“What do you want to eat?”
“Your cock, oppa.”
The sudden line made me burst out laughing.
“If we just go fuck, all that effort’s wasted... we should hit a packed restaurant and show off that face of yours...”
“Heh... should we?”
“Yeah. Let’s just grab some galbi.”
“Yes, oppa.”
I linked arms with Haneul and we walked straight into the galbi place next door. Unlike other spots, this one had a kitchen kid who grilled the meat for you. We ordered five servings of galbi and two bottles of soju, settled in comfortably, and chatted while watching the kid work the grill.
“So you’re off on Mondays now?”
“Yes. Because you’re off Mondays, oppa.”
“Heh... a twenty-year-old already throwing herself at me this hard.”
“Oppa.”
“Yeah?”
“I’m quitting B&B.”
Fucking hell, is she—
“Why, coming to our shop?”
“Yes.”
Figured.
“Well, I don’t mind... you sure you’ll be okay?”
“Yes. It’s not just because of you, oppa... the numbers jump all over the place and it’s annoying.”
“Yeah, you’re grinding for money, so if it isn’t steady it feels like shit.”
“Yes.”
“Going in on my introduction might be weird... if you check the part-time boards our shop’s hiring ad is up. Contact them through that.”
“Yes, oppa.”
The shitty work talk ended there. Once the kitchen kid left we traded shots and tore into the galbi with real appetite. The thought of one more joj-jib joining the house made my cock stiffen on its own.
“Oppa, you said you’re living with unnie, right?”
“Yeah.”
“Can you show me the place?”
“That... I’d have to ask the joj-jib first...”
It wasn’t a big deal, but it was still Dambi’s house. Minimum manners seemed necessary.
“Just ask her, oppa.”
“But... why all of a sudden?”
“I’m curious about unnie... and after watching that video you showed me...”
Hmm... her pussy’s itching. In other words, she wants a threesome with my joj-jib.
“So you want a three-way, basically?”
“Heh... yes.”
“Alright. I’ll call her, so finish eating and we’ll go fuck.”
“Yes, oppa.”
I called Dambi and of course got the green light in one second. Feeling warm and easy, I finished the galbi and drinks with Haneul and we crawled out of the restaurant. We caught a taxi and headed home together.
I punched in the door-lock code. The moment the door opened Haneul stepped in first. As we entered the entryway, naked Dambi came walking toward us, pussy hair fluttering.
“Hello, unnie.”
Haneul didn’t flinch at all; she bowed a full ninety degrees toward Dambi.
“Yeah, this the girl?”
“Yeah. Said she wanted a three-way so I brought her... got horny watching the Bbaguri video.”
“Come in.”
“Yes, unnie.”
I watched Haneul’s ridiculously hot ass as we stepped into the room with the TV. Dambi had already set the table. I sat cross-legged and quietly picked up my chopsticks. Haneul settled cross-legged right beside Dambi.
“Babe, aren’t you stripping?”
“Huh? Oh... right.”
I stood, looked straight at Haneul, and peeled off my T-shirt, shorts, underwear, and socks in one go. Watching her ass, my already-hard telephone-pole cock sprang free and twitched. I grabbed it and waved it toward her.
Haneul locked eyes with me and stood. Then she yanked the miniskirt off in one motion. I’d expected panties, but she wasn’t wearing a single thing. No panties. When she pulled the sleeveless top over her head her bare tits bounced free—no bra either.
“Not bad, huh?”
“Yes, oppa.”
“Sit next to me and stroke my cock... we’ll eat slow and then fuck.”
“Yes.”
Haneul sat cross-legged beside me, wrapped her hand around my telephone-pole cock, and started stroking. Pre-cum began flowing almost immediately. Dambi poured a shot into each glass in front of us and downed hers in one go. Haneul and I did a love shot and drained ours the same way.
“Feels like the joj-jib count’s climbing lately... this makes four?”
“Yeah, babe... Hyojin’s the third, so... this one’s Haneul, right?”
“Yeah.”
“Yes, unnie.”
“Then she’s the fourth... lucky you, babe.”
“Bullshit. Aren’t you the luckier one? We’re both gonna fuck Haneul in a bit.”
“Heh... yeah... she looks delicious, Haneul...”
“Unnie, are you bi?”
“Yeah... I think so... cock’s still way better, but... I want to eat pussy too...”
“This bitch is a total freak.”
I drank with my two joj-jib, letting the atmosphere heat up. Since we’d already had a fair amount earlier we only drank moderately before clearing the table.
“Shall we go fuck now?”
“Yes, oppa.”
“Yeah, babe.”
I hooked one joj-jib under each arm and headed for the bedroom.