I Had A-young — So Why Am I Thinking of Miho?
She dropped onto the bed in a flash, folding forward at the waist and thrusting her hips back in one smooth motion. It was a practiced pose, angled perfectly for entry. Ass out, face down — the position threw her full, rounded hips into sharp relief against that narrow waist, every curve of her body drawn tight and vivid. Save for the fact that you couldn't see her breasts, doggy style was the crown jewel of sex.
Even with her hips pushed back, she kept working her pussy with her own fingers.
"Haa — oppa, put it in already. Hurry."
"Where? Your ass?"
"No, no. I didn't do an enema today. My pussy. Put it in my pussy. Stick your cock in this slutty little cunt of mine. Eat this whore up, oppa."
"You fucking bitch… so you've already taken it up the ass."
He yanked her panties aside hard enough to tear them and drove into her pussy in a single thrust. A-young's moan tore out of her like a scream.
"Hey. Clench that pussy. It's so loose I can barely feel a thing."
"Ahhk! O-okay… I'll squeeze your cock. Keep fucking me, oppa."
He rolled his hips and brought his palm down hard across her ass. Every slap made her pussy jump and clamp down around him. He kept striking until her cheeks flushed red. A-young rocked her whole body forward and back in time with his thrusts, straining to take him even deeper.
"Haahng, haahng. Oppa… ahhng…! It feels so good, so good! Aaaaaah, ahhng!"
She was practically sobbing. He gripped her shoulders and pounded into her fast and hard. His own lower back was starting to ache.
"This fucking bitch is the only one having fun… now you get on top."
He lay back on the bed, and she scrambled to sink onto his cock and start working her hips.
"Ah! Oppa's cock is so big."
Impaled on him, A-young bounced up and down, then rolled her hips in circles, then ground forward and back, taking her pleasure however she wanted. Lately he'd been buried only in Miho's pussy, and A-young's simply didn't give him the same intensity. Still, the red mini dress hitched around her waist, the black stockings, the red strappy heels framing her ankles — those offered their own visual satisfaction.
"Oppa, oppa. Not yet, right? You can't come yet. I'm almost there."
"Slut… clench that pussy and then tell me not to come."
He slapped one of her surgically enhanced breasts with an open palm, and her hips only grew more frantic. A-young had a decadent quality that made you want to torment her, hit her, curse her. She really was a whore of a woman.
"Ah… oppa… let's keep seeing each other. I want to be your fuck buddy too. You're so good at this. Ah, oppa… oppa… uhhk, uhhk… aaaaah… ahhng… ah… hnnph…."
She snapped her pelvis and shuddered through her whole body, then started moving again. She was soaked in sweat now.
"Ah, oppa. I came again. I've lost count of how many times."
"You fucking slut, hogging all the fun for yourself?!"
He sat up hard, scooped her into his arms, and threw her back onto the bed, crossing her legs and hooking them over one of his shoulders.
With her legs crossed, the pressure around her pussy tightened. He wrapped his arms around those crossed legs and licked the stocking-sheathed curve of her heel and ankle while he thrust. The crossed position made her pussy firm and springy, and now it was gripping him properly.
"Ah, ah. Ahhng, ahhng, haahk! Oppa likes stockings, right? Next time I'll come in stockings and no panties. Eat me again. Eat my pussy again."
"You fucking bitch. You spread for anyone, don't you? You bitch in heat!"
"Ah, ah, ah! Only for you… I'll only spread my pussy for you, oppa. Ahhng, ahhng… oppa… fuck me outside with no panties on. Oppa, oppa. Ahhng, aaaaah!"
He lowered her legs, laid them neatly to the side, and dug his fingers into her ass like he meant to tear it open as he drove toward the finish. She wet her fingers with spit and rubbed them over his nipples.
In his line of sight, A-young's face was thick with lust, her eyes rolling with pleasure. Her large breasts, nipples standing stiff and gleaming with sweat; those long, slender legs sheathed in black stockings; her feet wrapped in the sensual red strappy heels. His own climax was surging up now.
"I'm coming in your mouth. Swallow all of it."
The moment he pulled out of her pussy she scrambled up and took him into her mouth. Her mouth-pussy sucked his head in with crushing pressure, and his cock finally exploded.
The instant his cum erupted he yanked free of her lips and painted her face with it. Unlike the way he treated Miho, he wanted to handle Yu-mi rough.
"Kyaah! Hnnph!"
Startled, A-young squeezed her eyes shut.
"Hahh, hahh, hahh."
Breathing hard, he grabbed a fistful of hair at the back of her head and made her suck his spent cock clean. She licked him with exquisite care, polishing the cock that had just given her so much pleasure.
"You whore… how many guys' cocks have you sucked by now? That mouth-pussy of yours is fucking lethal."
"Haa… haa… I don't even know. But yours was the best, oppa. Does my mouth-pussy taste good?"
"Yeah. Go wash up."
A sudden wave of exhaustion hit him. He pulled free of her mouth and lay back on the bed. A-young obediently headed for the shower the way he'd told her to.
"Want to shower together? I'll wash you."
"I'm fine. You go first."
"Okay. You wash up too, and then we'll go again."
Park A-young. Slut-pussy Park A-young…
Apparently satisfied with the sex, she shot him a little wink and disappeared into the shower. Whether it was the aftermath of that violent, fevered coupling or something else, fatigue and a hollow lethargy settled over him. He lay staring blankly at the ceiling, then picked up his phone.
The time was 11:14.
Miho had texted him ten minutes earlier.
Her message made him glad.
The moment he sent it, the "1" vanished and she replied.
While he texted with Miho, a smile spread across his face. It felt almost like strolling through a quiet bamboo grove.
Come to think of it, it was strange. Miho and A-young clearly shared a resemblance. Similar height, similar figures, similar faces. Miho's was more natural; A-young's had that artificial polish — but both were beauties, the kind of face where youthfulness and sexiness lived side by side. The decadent edge was stronger in A-young than in Miho, which made her ideal for a one-night fling.
And body-wise, A-young's hips were more developed, so her overall lines were better than Miho's. As for pussy — no contest, Miho's won by a landslide — but that didn't mean A-young's was anything you couldn't eat.
If anything, those dark, frayed inner lips suited her decadent look perfectly, and given her history with men, that kind of looseness was only natural. Still, she must have worked out a little — when she clenched down, the grip was decent enough.
If he had to choose purely as a fuck buddy, A-young edged out Miho. No need to teach her the way he did with Miho. She found her own pleasure points and moved well on her own — a woman dripping with raw sex appeal.
And yet, somehow, he hadn't enjoyed it. The old him would have gone back for A-young again and again. But the whole time he was fucking her, the only thought in his head had been how roughly he wanted to handle her. He hadn't even treated the escort girls that roughly. Escorts were people too, and people were creatures of feeling.
They took money to offer their bodies and sell a smile, but his style had always been to approach them as one human being to another, get them genuinely worked up, and draw out the best service they could give. With A-young, though — the way she kept bringing up Miho — something about it just irritated him.
It irritated him that this body-selling whore was Miho's best friend. It pissed him off that a girl who sold herself had been running her mouth all this time about Miho's sex life.
And more than anything else—
Even so, he couldn't understand why thinking of Miho made him so irritated. So what if his fuck buddy's friend was a bar girl? Why should that unsettle him? He couldn't make sense of it. The one thing he was sure of was that talking with Miho was a pleasure. Watching her slowly transform into a seductress through him in bed was a pleasure. Eating with her, drinking with her, sharing coffee, walking together — all of it was a pleasure.
Could you really call something like that a simple fuck buddy arrangement?
Did Miho feel the same way?