Eavesdropping on Miho's One-Night Stand (2)
“Ahk! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!”
Miho’s breathing grew ragged over the receiver. It seemed the real piston work had begun—the friction of sheets and the wet slap of flesh against flesh came through clear as day.
“Whoa… fuck… hah… hah… hah… your pussy tastes so fucking good! So fucking… whoa…. hah… hah… it’s so tight and chewy! Hah… hah… I figured a slut like you would be all stretched out… whoa… hah… hah…”
The man was spitting out curses mixed with pure admiration for Miho’s pussy. Well… I couldn’t help but admire the taste of it either. Miho’s greatest weapon wasn’t her sultry face, her long slender body, or even those full breasts—it was her pussy. Straight-up her pussy.
“Haah… haah… ah! Ah! Aheung… ah… ah… more… more… move more!”
Miho was clearly enjoying it, urging the man on, telling him to keep going harder.
“Hey… hah… hah… huuuh… fuck! Hah… hah… let’s do it again after this. Hah hah hah.”
“Mmm… ah…! Ah! Depends how you do… ah… ah…!”
“Ugh! Feels so fucking good! Aaaaaah!”
“What? You like it when I suck your nipples? Haa haa haa…!”
Miho seemed to be sucking on the man’s nipples now. The techniques I’d carefully trained into her had him gasping like he was about to pass out. When cock and nipples got worked at the same time, no man stood a chance.
“Aaaaaah! I can’t hold it! Hey, switch positions.”
“Ahang! Why’d you pull out?! It was just getting good…”
Slap. Slap.
The sharp crack of the man smacking Miho’s ass rang out loud.
“Turn around already. I’ll put it in from behind.”
“Haah… haah… put it in quick.”
“Spread that pussy for me.”
“Haah… haa… hurry up and put it in… faster! Haa...”
Miho was pushing him hard.
“Whoa… fuck… getting to fuck a bitch like you… huah! Ah! Your pussy’s clamping down so hard!”
“Ahk! Aaaaaah! Ah, so good! More! More! Pound me harder!”
“Ugh ugh…! Ugh! Hey… feel good? Huh? Feel good?”
“Yeah! Feels so fucking good! Fuck me faster. Aheung aaaaaah…. Ah! Ah!”
“Huuuh! Your pussy tastes so fucking good! You don’t have much experience, do you? It’s so damn tight!”
“Aaaaaah! My pussy tastes good… aheung haaaaaah…. Ah! Ah! Ah! Since my pussy tastes so good… you have to eat it for a long time… aaaaaah… you can’t cum yet, you can’t! Got it? Haaaaah!”
Thud thud thud. Squelch squelch squelch.
The man was slamming his hips like a madman—the wet slap of skin and the splash of juices flying from Miho’s pussy came through vivid and raw. Moving that fast, he wouldn’t last long… I felt a twinge of worry for the guy even as those flesh sounds and Miho’s moans kept pumping heat straight into me. I couldn’t see a thing, yet it played out so vividly in front of my eyes that I grabbed my own cock and started stroking hard. I found myself wishing I’d just called Miho over to the house tonight instead.
“Uwaaaaaah! Hey, I’m cumming!”
“Aaaah… al… already? Wait, I’m not there yet!”
“Can’t hold it… cum… cumming!”
My worry proved right. The man had been pounding Miho’s pussy so furiously he finally hit his limit.
“Eup! Heuk….”
“Ugh… ugh…. Huuuh… huuuh… huuuh…”
He’d finished—the thrashing stopped, leaving only ragged breathing.
“Huuuh huuuh huuuh… so fucking good… that was so fucking good…”
“…… If you came, pull out and get off. You’re heavy.”
Satisfaction filled the man’s voice, but Miho’s was ice-cold. Just as I thought—he’d blown his load before she even got close. That chill in her tone made me feel a little sorry for the guy and a little contemptuous at the same time; I couldn’t help a quiet snicker. It was living proof that the only one who could truly satisfy Miho was me.
“Hwaah… Miho, you taste so fucking good. I’ve wanted to eat you since the first time I saw you… feels like I waited way too long. So fucking… the best! Hey, you felt good too, right?”
Whether he was just dense or simply assumed that because he’d enjoyed it she must have too, his voice brimmed with confidence. Probably every guy Miho had met before had been exactly like this.
“…… I’m going to wash up.”
“Wash up and let’s go again!”
That was as far as the call went.
Miho must have hit the end button; their conversation cut off right there. She hadn’t gotten off, and neither had I—the line just died like that.
“That little shit… can’t he feel it the second he puts it in? That you need to control the pace…”
This was exactly why young guys didn’t cut it. They got so lost in their own pleasure they just jackhammered their hips like something out of porn, never properly managing the rhythm or reading their partner’s reactions. I was left hanging, but Miho hadn’t gotten to finish either—how frustrated must she have been? I felt a twinge of pity for both her and that guy.
And for my own cock, still half-drawn and throbbing. It twitched angrily, as if scolding me for stopping short of the finish line.
I needed to soothe it somehow. That was when the name the man had mentioned earlier—Juyeong—floated back up.
I opened Instagram and went into Miho’s account. Scrolling down, I found a photo of Miho and two other women shot from behind at a pool. Miho stood in the middle, the other two flanking her.
Miho wore a black bikini; the woman on the left wore white, the one on the right emerald green. Their Instagram handles were tagged in the picture.
I tapped into the left woman’s account first. Her face was set as the main profile photo. She hadn’t locked it private either—plenty of posts showed up.
She looked oddly a bit like Miho. Her body had that slim, model-like line too. The face, though—whether from heavy filters or overdone surgery—felt a little much. It was the kind of look that scored high with other women, but to a guy’s eye it came off as surgically overcooked. Still, that cheap, flashy vibe common to plastic beauties had its own stimulating edge.
Her breasts looked augmented as well—massive, yet the cleavage formed a Y instead of a clean straight line from the top. From the comments she traded with friends, this had to be A-young.
I hit back and opened the emerald-bikini account. This one was Juyeong.
Juyeong definitely carried more flesh than Miho or A-young. Her face was rounder too, not the slim egg shape of the other two, which only added to the impression. But she wasn’t fat by any stretch—just the kind of juicy, meaty appeal guys loved. Unlike the slender frames of Miho and A-young, her whole body had serious volume. Big breasts, wide hips, solid thighs.
The kind of ass that would feel perfect to smack while taking her from behind. Soft and springy, like marshmallow under the palm.
I stared at a full-body mirror selfie of the three of them in their bikinis and started stroking. The unfinished lust from listening to Miho and that hunting guy needed somewhere to go—these photos would have to do.
In my head I slid my cock between their tits, rubbed it, shoved it into A-young’s surgically perfect mouth, and spanked Juyeong’s plump ass while pounding her pussy. Meeting twenty-two-year-old Miho must have rolled my own clock back; pure imagination was enough to get me off. I ran a three-on-one orgy in my mind until my cock finally spat out thick ropes of cum.
Riiing riiing.
Miho called again not long after I’d finished.
“Hello.”
“Oppa? How was it?”
“I enjoyed it. Got to hear those sexy moans of yours, and find out exactly how you do it with another guy. But you sounded pretty unsatisfied.”
“Yeah! I already left the motel.”
“Already?”
“Yeah! That bas— I mean, the second I came out of the shower he tried to jump me again… I told him to go wash because he was dirty, shoved him in, and just left because I was pissed.”
She was seething on the other end of the line.
“Hahaha. You’re mad, huh?”
“Yeah! I mean…! Just when it was starting to feel good he made me switch positions… then just went hard and fast… and finished first all by himself…”
“Hahaha. Same as all the other guys before?”
“Yeah. I guess it’s really only Oppa for me.”
“Hahaha. How was the equipment?”
“Mmm~~ it was pretty big for sure… but not, like, huge. Still, the feeling wasn’t bad…”
“Haha, can’t help that. So you’re heading home?”
“Yeah… just going.”
“What time do your classes finish tomorrow?”
“Tomorrow? I… five? Why? Are you coming to see me?”
Her voice brightened all at once.
“Yeah, let’s meet tomorrow. I’ll come to your school. Wait for me there. If I leave right on time I should make it by five-forty at the latest.”
“Really? Wow! I’ll wait.”
“Alright, got it. See you tomorrow.”
After hanging up, a quiet sense of satisfaction settled over me. It was now crystal clear—Miho could never escape me. A woman who’d tasted real pleasure. A woman with high-level looks at that. And ten years younger than me. Knowing a girl like that was now desperate for me filled me with easy confidence.