First Come, First Served
“Honey. You awake?”
At dawn, after everyone had gone home, Hyeyeong still couldn’t bring herself to clean up properly, so she just left the dishes soaking in the sink and slipped into the bedroom. Yoon-jun was silent, as if he were already asleep.
“Hnn… honeyyyy.”
Without any real foreplay, An Hyejeong wiped a hand through the slick between her legs, wet enough that she could’ve taken him inside her right away.
“Ungh….”
She straddled Yoon-jun’s body, acting coy, but he had already drifted off, snoring softly.
“Hee-eh.”
She forcibly tugged down his pants and took his cock in her mouth in an attempt to make it hard again—only for the reek of cigarettes to hit her so badly that she spat it back out.
“Hah. Seriously….”
Nothing was going right. She needed to cool this overheated body down somehow, but her husband was asleep, and apparently hadn’t even bothered to wash properly; his hands, his mouth, even his cock stank of smoke.
With no other choice, she lay down beside him, slipped a hand beneath her clothes, and pushed her fingers into the sticky wetness of her cunt.
“Hahhk—”
And because that alone was too dull, she closed her eyes to imagine something else—only to have a thought rise up naturally, irresistibly.
What am I even thinking… ahh… but I can’t stop.
What floated up before her mind’s eye was Song Hoon’s cock. That massive thing hidden inside his pants.
***
At 2 a.m., on the way home after the housewarming and New Year’s gathering, I stroked the still-unsettled bulge in my pants with my thigh as I sat in the taxi.
The mission had been a complete success. From the moment I’d left the house until now, An Hyejeong’s eyes had been locked on my lower body.
“Hmm….”
But my fully hard cock had no intention of calming down, and at the same time my sex drive was thrashing around like a lunatic.
“Yeomyeong’s probably with her boyfriend or asleep.”
So instead of solving it with my hand, I opened the Z message inbox I’d been putting off.
I’d already blocked everything worth blocking, leaving about fourteen active conversations.
Up to now, I’d only been chatting with them casually, testing the waters. Time to go full throttle.
I sent the same message to every single one of them.
[I’m drunk and horny as hell right now. First one to come and get fucked gets me. Photo attached.]
Out of more than ten women, one of them was bound to bite.
If not? Then I’d just take it as proof they weren’t serious and cut them off, easy as that. I’d find new contacts and move on. The ones chatting with me were the ones who should be grateful. I had no reason to be the one missing out. And naturally, there had to be a difference between the ones who replied and the ones who didn’t.
As expected. Five of them replied saying they’d come right away.
“See? There’s no way there wouldn’t be.”
At this hour—hell, past two in the morning—five people were already desperate to be fucked.
I looked over the photos attached to the messages as if I were browsing a menu.
“Face’s not shown? Pass.”
Even if the body was nice, that made them second priority. Of course I’d be drawn to the woman who put in more effort.
This one might be good.
As I scanned through the photos, one caught my eye, and I enlarged it.
“Oh, wow….”
It was genuinely good enough to make me gasp. Not anything else—just a slender body with big tits.
[I’m a 27-year-old bank clerk. I’m 163 cm tall and weigh 49 kg. My name is Lee Dahyeon.]
[My erogenous zones are my thighs, clit, and the back of my neck. I’m pretty obedient. I’ve had plenty of sex, but I really want to be fucked by a huge dick at least once. The biggest I’ve had so far was only about 13 cm.]
Her self-introduction was unusually detailed compared to the others, and the nude she’d apparently taken in a rush in her apartment bathroom showed a shy face paired with a striking bust and hips.
What drew me most, though, was that obedient angle. She seemed exactly right for relieving this itch I had right now.
Tonight, especially, I had the feeling I’d get rough.
[What cup size?]
[D! I’m confident I can make you happy!]
A D cup. A size I’d never gotten to enjoy before. My tongue practically licked my lips on instinct.
[If I take a taxi, I can be there in under thirty minutes. As long as you don’t show your face, you can film as much as you want. And I’d really love it if you fucked me as much as you want on video and made me cum too.]
And there it was—an eager little pitch that basically begged to be chosen. Yeah. If you want to be eaten, you’ve got to come this far at least.
[Take a taxi and come straight to the address I send. I’ll pay your fare when you get here.]
[Yes! Thank you!]
[Hurry. And don’t be late because you’re busy getting pretty.]
[Yes! Y-yes!]
Because of that one overwhelmingly strong candidate, my hesitation didn’t last long.
A couple of whining messages came flying in from the ones who’d been rejected, but I ignored them with a shrug.
What are you gonna do about it? Then do better.
I changed the taxi’s destination to a motel and booked a room there.
After sitting down on the bed, the alcohol hit me a little harder, but I changed into the motel robe and kept checking my phone as it buzzed nonstop.
[I’m on my way! I told the driver to step on it.]
She kept sending real-time DMs, as if she couldn’t relax until we actually met.
“Pfft….”
[I’ve arrived!]
That came with a message saying she’d gotten there even faster than expected.
Knock, knock.
The knocks came a little off rhythm.
Maybe because she was nervous.
When I opened the door—
“H-hello. Are you Z—Hoon?”
Lee Dahyeon stood there with a flushed face, smiling nervously up at Song Hoon in the doorway.
“Mmph—!”
Instead of answering, Song Hoon grabbed her by the hair and yanked her into the motel room.
Slurp—
One long kiss later, their saliva stretched between them before snapping apart with a soft pop.
“Hah—hah—”
When it ended, Dahyeon sucked in quick breaths, the sharp scent of alcohol still lingering in her mouth.
“You look tastier than your photo.”
“Th-thank you.”
Honestly, if I judged only by looks, she was one step above Seol Yeomyeong. Her chest was two steps above. And Yeomyeong had already been a woman popular enough to stand out at the office.
Even her clothes were simple in a way that somehow made her even more arousing.
Once she unzipped her puffer jacket, there was a tight top that seemed designed to emphasize her breasts, leggings, and sneakers.
Lee Dahyeon looked even better than the photos had managed to capture. If I had to put it into a single word, she was contradictory.
Her face, with its light makeup, gave off an innocent air—like someone who shouldn’t even know what sex was—while the body beneath and the way she dressed said something completely different.
And on top of that, she’d run here in the middle of the night because some man she didn’t even know told her to come get fucked.
“Good choice.”
Thunk.
The motel door, which had been left open until now, shut behind us.
Thump-thump. Thump-thump-thump.
In the silence of the room, I could feel the rough beat of Dahyeon’s heart through my fingertips.
“You’re nervous?”
“Huh? Y-yes… because you’re handsome. And because you’re bigger than I expected.”
She was in heat, plain and simple.
She’d probably considered jerking off in the loneliness of the early morning, never imagining she’d end up in a situation like this.
She hadn’t even known whether she’d be the one chosen.
Something that big… can actually go in?
And with my cock practically pressed against her thigh at a distance close enough to breathe each other’s air, she was getting so distracted she couldn’t think straight.
She’d come hoping I’d ravish her with that huge thing right away, and now every nerve in her body was fixed on my every move.
Seeing Song Hoon’s body, wrapped only in the motel robe, made Dahyeon’s heart hammer without stopping.
His body wasn’t outrageously sculpted. His face wasn’t so handsome it made her lose her mind.
But the atmosphere around him was overwhelming. More than any man she’d ever met, the man himself radiated an almost crushing presence.
And the cock was no exception.
“Ahh—”
But Song Hoon had no intention of jumping straight to that. Instead, he hugged her from behind and started kneading her breasts with near-feral enthusiasm.
“You’re not wearing a bra?”
“I-I was in a hurry….”
At that one line—come quickly—she’d rushed out without properly dressing, grabbing whatever she could and completely forgetting the bra.
“Dirty little thing. Wasn’t it that you rushed because you were dying to get your mouth on my cock and start sucking?”
“Hahh— no— ahh… I-I mean….”
“And yet you remembered panties? You filthy little bitch.”
Embarrassed, Dahyeon’s head drooped low.
Her nipples were already standing out through her clothes from the arousal, and now I pinched them, rolling them gently while licking at the back of her neck.
“Haaahh….”
At the same time, every time I moved the huge cock trapped between her thighs, waves of stimulation rolled through her whole body.
“Hurry up and take it off….”
“Shh. Close your mouth.”
I wanted nothing more than to tear those clothes apart and shove into her however I pleased, but I was warming her up first, so I could enjoy her more deliciously.
I was going to just fuck her the moment she got here, no foreplay at all.
That innocent face paired with that body stirred up the sadistic side of me, the part already drunk on alcohol.
I wanted to break the obedient Lee Dahyeon. Before I even got inside her, I wanted to turn her into a cock-drunk bitch.
Plenty of sex experience? Hah. That’s not the same thing.
I pushed my index finger into her mouth.
“Suck.”
Slurp— slurp—
As if reacting to the command, she started sucking it with earnest, almost reverent care.
Her pussy was already soaked, and traces of slick were spreading little by little across the beige leggings.
Her breathing was getting rougher, and her body was pressing closer and closer to mine. No—if anything, it still wasn’t enough. Little by little, she started groping for me with her arms and legs, trying to wrap herself around me.
One of the most delicious things about a woman was that gap, wasn’t it?
I wanted to know so badly how that pure little face would look once it was dyed filthy.
“Ahhh… this is embarrassing.”
When I moved us from the doorway to the mirror, Dahyeon kept sucking her finger in shame while refusing to look at her reflection.
“Look properly.”
Like an order, I fixed her head toward the mirror while I sucked harder at her neck, bit her earlobe, and licked the outer rim of her ear.
“Hngh… ahh. It’s embarrassing….”
The slick on her leggings spread quickly, widening its stain. And when my hand suddenly slipped inside them—
“Haaah!”
It was only a hand, but Dahyeon couldn’t hold back a moan.
Her eyes started to glaze over, and sexiness began to seep into her expression, her movements.
Before long, her top had ridden up halfway, exposing the underside of her breasts in an underboob, while the leggings had been tugged down on their own until they sat below her navel.
“You’re soaked already? I haven’t even done anything yet. I’ve only touched you a little and licked your neck.”
“Hah… but your touch is just so….”
Every word I said seemed to excite her senses all the more.
Dahyeon knew full well what value her looks and body had.
Haaah, this has never happened before….
She thought she had plenty of experience. She’d even had a few regular fuck buddies back in the day. But Song Hoon’s touch was something else entirely.
No, it felt more like she was being overpowered by the atmosphere itself. Like a mouse in front of a cat. A mouse with nowhere to run.