The Pussy Massage
February 12, 2003. 4:30 AM.
Only after one more rest-stop stop near Gyeongju did we finally roll into Busan in the small hours, and by the time we got up to the hotel room it was already well past four in the morning.
The long stretch of talk with Emily and Ji-yu had been satisfying—I'd gotten to know them better.
Ji-yu's stopped cussing at Emily now…
She lived by her own temperament, but she was sharp enough to respect the hierarchy among the women. The problem was her tendency to dump abuse on me and on the concubines—though the trash talk aimed at me was fine. Her trash talk got me hard. What worried me a little was the chance that if she kept treating Hyeon-ju and the others like dirt, cracks might open in the harem. I'd have to steer her toward taking it out on the bitches as much as possible.
Off-season or not, the room was far more luxurious than anything at the Stella Hotel, and it still only ran five hundred thousand won.
Five-plus hours in the car had left us stiff; the moment we stepped inside we started working the knots out of our bodies.
"Honey. We're going to wash up first and come back out. What about you, Honey?"
"I'll answer the texts that came in earlier."
They nodded, linked arms companionably, and disappeared.
Messages I hadn't been able to answer while driving. I picked up the phone and started checking them.
First I scowled through the pile of accumulated texts, then registered my maternal uncles and uncles-in-law as blocked numbers. I couldn't take any more of it; I even considered changing my phone number soon.
What the hell keeps them going? If I don't pick up, just let it go already…
Then I saw the message Kang Ho had sent around midnight, and my eyes lit up.
Oh A-reum. Gi-hun's girlfriend—a thoroughly rude piece of work who used to run around acting like she owned every woman in the room. Her face floated up in my mind. The thought of working those girls sent a rush of pleasure through me. Looks that were almost a waste to take myself… which was why I'd given Kang Ho permission when he said he wanted them.
And past midnight there was a single message from Eun-hee. When I opened it I realized how much time had already slipped by.
Today—the twelfth—was the day of Eun-hee and Hyeon-ju's divorce judgment.
I stared at Eun-hee's message and fell into thought for a moment. Myeong-hyeok was Eun-hee's eldest brother—my eldest maternal uncle. He'd built a two-story mansion in Chungju and was living there with his son and daughter-in-law and his daughter as well. The second uncle was the same, so gathering the women all at once would be convenient.
They didn't know the Chaehyang capsules were already embedded, so they were fretting that the work would drag on. I'd told them to gather the women first and talk; the capsules would go off then, and it would all be finished well before the nineteenth.
Click.
The bathroom door opened.
Emily and Ji-yu stood there naked, arms linked, looking at each other with meaningful little smiles before both of them nodded.
What are they up to?
At the same moment they both stretched a left foot forward, crossed it over the right heel, planted it, then lifted the right foot slightly. The dizzying line of leg from thigh to toe made my cock start to rise.
Then they reversed it—crossing the planted left foot and stepping down again. The walk of some Black supermodel overlaid itself in my mind. Perfect runway walk…
It was model walking. Moving in unison, their bodies swayed left and right, breasts catching the light, every curve of those legs thrown into sharp relief. And the simultaneous roll of their hips drove the heat higher still.
I noticed then that the free arm of each was set on a hip, faces lifted, looking down at me with haughty eyes.
Step. Step. Step. Step.
Before I knew it they had closed the distance to right in front of me, still holding the walk. Then the hands on their hips rose and began stripping my clothes off—expressionless the whole time.
"Where'd you learn the model walk?"
"Ji-yu says she learned it at school. But Honey—we're taking the lead now, so just stay quiet and follow along."
I nodded.
Emily spoke with a blank face. Ji-yu's angry expressions were what I usually saw, so a blank look on her wasn't strange—but that same look on always-smiling Emily was pure sex.
My T-shirt was yanked off. The belt of my cotton pants was tugged free, and the pants dropped. I lifted my feet for them; they each took a side, stripped the pants away, and then pulled my underwear down.
My cock was already hard enough to punch through the fabric, twitching and slapping my stomach—but Emily didn't even swallow. She kept the blank face.
"Guest? Would you please lie down on the bed?"
Guest?
"Yes."
At Emily's stiff phrasing I nodded and lay straight down on the bed. Emily climbed up toward my head; Ji-yu came up from the legs.
"Thank you for visiting our massage shop. At our shop we massage the entire body with our pussies. Ji-yu? Hurry and start massaging his toes with your pussy."
"Yes, boss unnie."
Ji-yu, who'd been kneeling, rose onto her knees and crawled toward my toes. A moment later I felt a wet pussy settle over the big toe of my left foot, and the sensation of her grinding and chewing on it with soft little grunts.
Squish. Squish.
Slick juices ran down along the toe. I could tell exactly how worked up Ji-yu was in that moment.
Some kind of cosplay? Roleplay?
It felt fun in its own way. They were playing massage girls who were really whores; I was the customer.
Then a damp pussy pressed against my forehead. Looking up, I saw Emily sitting expressionless on my brow, wiping her pussy back and forth across the whole of it. Wet juices were already sliding down my forehead.
Without a single moan, Ji-yu took each toe into her pussy, chewed on it a few times, and moved on. Emily had already sealed her pussy over my nose, then lined it up with my mouth.
"Guest, we also need to massage your tongue, so would you please put your tongue into the hole? Don't move—just push it straight in."
"Mm… yes."
Drinking the juices running over my lips, I did as she asked and drove my tongue in a straight line up into Emily's pussy. She trembled, but still made no sound. The wet folds chewed on my tongue a few times, then she climbed up onto my chest.
Ji-yu had finished chewing both sets of toes; she set her pussy on my left shin and started rocking front to back.
Squish. Squish.
Emily spread her legs wide, squatted, pressed her pussy to my chest, and rocked side to side, smearing her juices all over me.
What kind of massage is this? Heh… they're just spreading pussy juice.
She worked left and right, inching forward little by little. Ji-yu finished rocking along the right shin and climbed onto the thigh.
That way they coated everything but my cock—arms included—then told me to roll over and repeated the whole process on my back.
"Haaah… now please lie face-up again, Guest. You still have to receive the most important cock massage."
"Yes."
I lay on my back again. Ji-yu turned around, planted her knees, used one hand to hold my cock upright, lined her pussy up, and sank down onto it.
"Haaang!!! Feels good, doesn't it, Guest?"
"Yes."
I nodded.
Ji-yu looked back over her shoulder, smiling as she rolled her hips in lavish circles. Emily had dropped onto her stomach and begun licking up the juices she'd spread earlier, reclaiming them with her tongue—starting from my forehead and working down in order.
Slurp. Slurp.
Squish. Squish.
"Boss… may I touch your breasts?"
"Mm—yes. Touch them as much as you like. Today you've basically purchased our time for the whole day, Guest."
Emily answered with a bashful little smile. I reached out and gently kneaded the big breasts she was licking across my body.
"Emily, you're like a dairy cow. These huge tits are hot as hell."
"Haaah. Thank you for the compliment, Guest. Actually, massaging you with these big dairy-cow tits was supposed to be the next step."
Ji-yu's pussy was chewing on my cock. She swallowed her moans and spun her hips faster.
Squish. Squish.
"Hnn… hah…"
Emily grinned obscenely, grabbed both breasts, climbed up, and started slapping my face with them. Soft flesh tapped lightly, then the other side struck again.
Slap. Slap.
I stuck out my tongue and licked at the breasts; Emily settled her pussy back over my face and kept beating me with her own tits.
"Emily. May I finger-fuck this filthy hole right in front of me?"
"Yes, Guest. It's a filthy bitch's hole, so do whatever you want."
I snorted.
"Huh? First a dairy cow, now a bitch—which is it?"
I pushed my fingers into her pussy and immediately started scraping her spot as I asked. Emily answered through sobs.
"Haaah… right now I'm a bitch. Your bitch alone, Guest. Call me Em. It's my childhood nickname. And please use casual speech, Guest. Haaah… scrape there more."
"Sure, Em. You want to be a bitch?"
"Yes. Woof woof. You're the first guest I've ever had, but somehow I want to be your bitch—no, your pet dog. Woof woof. Will you take me?"
"Gladly. A pet this beautiful…"
"Woof woof. Pant pant… finger me more, Master. Ruin pet dog Em even worse."
Squish. Squish.
Ji-yu kept flinching at the conversation, her pussy chewing harder the whole time. Before long she was squatting, hands braced on my knees, slamming herself straight down.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
"Haaang haaang… Guest!!! Twitch your cock!!!"
"Ah… Em. Is that employee Ji-yu usually this fierce?"
"Haaah, yes. That one's from fighting-dog stock, so…"
"Grrrr woof!!! Guest!!! You wanna get hit? Snap your fucking hips, you piece of shit!!!"
Ji-yu's curses exploded. I'd already told them I liked hearing her trash talk, so Emily didn't flinch—just licked my stomach and whimpered.
"Haaang… woof woof!!! Wreck Em's pussy, Master!!!"
"Sure, Em. But watch the pronunciation. When you say 'Em's pussy' it sounds like 'Mommy's pussy.' Heh…"
"Yes… hnn…"
I snapped my hips up the way Ji-yu demanded, and Emily bounced with the motion. Ji-yu only slammed down harder.
"Pervert. Guest!!! Good—so fucking good. Pound up faster!!!"
Thud-thud-thud.
"Woof woof, Master. Lick Em's pussy."
"Sure, Em."
I lifted my head and licked up into Emily's pussy while driving my hips hard. I felt Ji-yu's body shuddering around my cock—the sign she was cresting.
"Cum!!! Guest, shoot your cum!!! If you don't cum I'll hit you, Guest!!!"
Slurp.
Orgasm building.
I hauled the climax up fast; semen surged along the urethra and burst out in thick jets. In that same instant Ji-yu took every drop, cock buried deep, and rolled her hips.
"Haaaang!!!! Yes!!!! Fuck, I want this every day!!!!!"
"Ji-yu, now it's this Em's turn—the boss's turn."
"Haaaang!!! Yes, boss."
The moment I finished cumming, Ji-yu pulled her pussy off my cock in a hurry and lay down beside me.
Pop.
"Boss Em. Clean my pussy first. I'm giving up this delicious cum for you."
"Haaah… Guest, just a moment. I'll clean my employee's pussy first, then clean your cock."
"Sure, Em."
Emily's nostrils flared as she brought her mouth to Ji-yu's widely spread, cum-smeared pussy and started sucking. Ji-yu threw her head back and took it.
Was Emily jealous of being the bitch?
This kind of playful bitch-play now and then didn't seem bad—especially when the concubines and actual bitches weren't around.
I smirked at them. Soon Emily was licking cum off her lips, settling between my legs again, taking my cock into her mouth and sucking it clean.
Beside me, Ji-yu watched with languid eyes until our gazes met.
"Hmph. I'm only giving this kind of service because Emily unnie is pretty."
"Come here, our little fighting dog. You still have to kiss the guest."
"…I'm only doing it because you're the guest."
She crawled over and pressed her lips to mine from the side. Our mouths locked in a cross.
Smack.
A long kiss. Then I felt Emily take hold of my cock and sink down onto it while looking at me; Ji-yu straddled my stomach, laced her fingers through mine, and we started kissing again.
Squish. Squish.
Slurp. Smack.
Wow… is this paradise?
Every trace of exhaustion burned clean away.