Tasting A-young—No, Yumi—in the Room
I had been fretting over whether A-young might not come in, but thankfully she did, settling down right beside me. As the door closed, someone outside dimmed the lights; the once-bright room darkened until only the soft glow of indirect lighting remained, casting the entire space in a hushed, intimate atmosphere.
"Hey there. What's your name?"
A playful impulse seized me, and I asked A-young.
"Real name? Or stage name?"
She shot the question right back at me, bold as brass. Miho's friends all had that same unnerving boldness—Joo-young had it too, and A-young was no different. It was the kind of forwardness that left people flustered.
"Stage name."
"Yumi."
"Figured you wouldn't come in. Yet here you are."
"Figured you wouldn't call me over. Yet you did."
"Got a little curious."
"About what?"
"What you'd taste like."
I yanked her hard against me and grabbed a handful of her ass. A-young—no, Yumi—let my hands roam freely while she traced a finger along the line of my jaw.
"I was a little surprised myself… but I got curious too. What the man Miho keeps raving about would taste like."
Her eyes, heavy with raw sensuality, brimmed with anticipation.
Under the muted lights, Dong-min hyung and I drank the liquor our partners poured for us, trading low, private words with the women at our sides.
Dong-min hyung's partner must have been a firecracker already; she was perched on his lap, one arm slung around his shoulder. Yumi, for her part, held a piece of fruit between her teeth and fed it to me with a coquettish little hum, then took a mouthful of liquor and transferred it into mine. All the while she kept rubbing her breasts against my forearm, playing the coquette without a shred of shame.
Any awkwardness from this sudden meeting in this sudden place had already melted away.
For me, it was perfect.
A-young—the one I'd wanted to sample at least once—had reappeared as Yumi, right in front of me, and there was no need for empty pretenses or drawn-out seduction.
"Oppa likes stockings, right?"
"Miho told you everything, huh?"
"Heh. Girls don't keep secrets from each other. So? You into black stockings?"
I stroked the black-stockinged thighs beneath her red mini dress. The band of the stockings peeked out from under the short hem.
"Hell yes I do. Then you've heard about my cock too, I bet."
I slipped a hand under her skirt and along her thigh.
"Ahh… Oppa…"
Nestled in my arms, Yumi let out a soft moan and sought my mouth. I cupped the nape of her neck and kissed her hard. Her tongue was skilled, welcoming mine, sticky and winding around it.
I cracked my eyes open and glanced toward Dong-min hyung. He was sucking on his partner's breasts; the girl on his lap was already panting for breath.
"Ah… haah… ah… ahhng… ah…"
Not about to be outdone, I stroked the inner flesh of Yumi's thighs and quickened the play of my tongue. She moaned thickly and seized my raging cock through my pants in one firm grip, stroking it up and down.
"Ahhng… aht… ahhng… Oppa's cock… you're so fucking hard…"
Her words only made me push my hand deeper. Her pussy was already soaked, wetting both her panties and the stockings.
"Because of Oppa's cock… I… got so turned on… hnn… ah… ahhng…"
Yumi breathed the moans straight into my ear, clinging tighter.
"Hey, we still gotta do the initiation, right?"
Dong-min hyung's voice cut in. Reluctantly I let Yumi go. She and his partner worked the karaoke machine, cueing up something slow and sticky. The lights began to revolve as the two women started to dance.
Their dancing was pure sex. Even the smallest wave of a hip held something that drove a man crazy. Dong-min hyung and I whooped and egged them on. Those filthy little mini dresses only made every move look filthier.
Dong-min hyung's partner climbed onto the table. On all fours like a cat, she pointed her ass toward him, shot me a wink, and gave her hips a slow, teasing sway. Dong-min hyung smacked her ass and laughed with pure delight. Then she leaned over and kissed me. I took her thick, wet kiss and reached out to fondle her breasts. The bra was already gone—Dong-min hyung must have stripped it off. I kneaded those heavy tits while looking his way.
Yumi had pulled Dong-min hyung to his feet and was grinding her ass against the front of his pants, dancing. When our eyes met she sent me a sultry little smile. One of Dong-min hyung's hands groped Yumi's ass while the other reached between his partner's cheeks, fingers working her pussy open.
"Ah… ahhng… ah…"
My partner tore her lips from mine as if she couldn't stand it any longer, then threw herself at Dong-min hyung and yanked him close. She shoved his pants down, freed his cock, and took it into her mouth. Now it was Yumi's turn to climb onto the table and crawl toward me.
She moved on all fours in time with the music, slow and feline. When she reached me she rose on the table, spread her legs, and rolled her hips. Soft circles to the beat, then a light forward snap. I wondered what those same hips would feel like grinding over my cock.
Her legs parted and the short skirt rode up, giving me a clear view underneath.
She dropped back onto all fours and pushed her ass toward me.
The tight red mini dress rode all the way up; now her panties were fully on display. Even through the stockings I could see how wet they were. I stood in a rush, buried my nose between her cheeks, and sucked hard on her pussy.
"Ah… ah, ah, ahhng…"
Yumi's moans cut through the music. I kneaded her ass and licked at the pussy that was dripping freely.
"Ahh… ah ah… I'll suck Oppa's cock too…"
She climbed down, sat on the sofa, and yanked my pants and underwear down in one motion. My cock sprang free in front of her, thick and proud even to my own eyes. Yumi's eyes glittered as she swallowed it whole in a single gulp.
"Ugh!"
Her oral was on another level entirely. Lately I'd thought Miho had gotten damn good, but clearly I'd been kidding myself. Yumi took me deep into her throat on the first pass, cupped my balls, and bobbed her head. It felt better than being inside a pussy.
I tipped my head back and savored every second of her skill until my eyes met Dong-min hyung's.
He was holding a glass in one hand, enjoying his own partner's mouth.
"Let's pull out of here after one round and move on."
I nodded at his words and stroked Yumi's hair.
"You hear that? I'm gonna come in your mouth once. Keep sucking."
Yumi swept her falling hair aside and attacked my cock even harder. The suction was insane. She pulled me all the way to the root until I felt her soft palate brush the tip of my cockhead.
"Haah… haah… Come in my mouth, Oppa."
She stroked me with her hand while her tongue teased the head. It had been too long since I'd had oral this skilled; I couldn't hold back any longer.
"Ugh! Ugh!"
I gripped the back of her head, forced her down to the base, and flooded her mouth with cum. Yumi took it like a pro, hands locked on my ass as she swallowed every pulse. When I finished she spat the load into a tissue and wiped my cock clean with a wet towel. The aftercare was pure professional polish—nothing you learn in a day or two.
The music had stopped. Dong-min hyung was already in a full sixty-nine on the sofa, devouring his partner's pussy.
"Oppa’s cock tastes good. No wonder Miho fell for it."
Yumi handed me a glass and nestled into my arms.
"Any woman would. And your mouth-pussy tastes pretty damn good too, Yumi."
"The real thing's even better, you know?"
She draped one leg over mine and spread herself open. Sexy, vulgar, pure slut—that was Yumi. I reached for her pussy and stroked it. She rubbed her stockinged leg against my bare one. The rough texture of the stockings sent fresh blood surging into my cock.
"We're going for round two, right? Wear this again when we do."
I whispered against her ear.
"Heehee. I knew you'd say that."
Her hand wouldn't stay still; it teased my nipples through my T-shirt.
"What did Miho say about me?"
"That your cock is really long and thick, that your technique is amazing, that you make her come every single time, that you've got great manners… all praise. Made me a little jealous, honestly. So I thought, someday I'm gonna steal a taste… and look, the chance just fell into my lap."
"I took one look at you and thought the same thing… and now here's a chance where neither of us has to play coy."
"Haah… ah, Oppa, can you satisfy me?"
"What do you think?"
I rubbed her pussy through the panties and she breathed a lewd little moan into my ear.
"Ah ah… I like it rough."
"Okay, noted. Can you satisfy me?"
"Ah ah ah… I told you my pussy tastes good. Ever seen a girl this dirty?"
"Guess I'll have to compare."