Chapter 38: The Basketball Club's Onahole Manager (9)
Chapter 38: The Basketball Club's Onahole Manager (9)
"H-hngh...!"
Left alone after Michael stepped out, I began practicing anal masturbation by myself. I suctioned a dildo to the floor and moved my hips up and down, squelching as I performed a series of squats over it.
Though smaller than Michael’s cock, it was still a standard-sized dildo. For an anus that had never experienced a real dick before, it was a formidable opponent.
However, thanks to the slime’s cleaning and Michael’s fingering, I was already somewhat loosened up. I even used the unopened bottle of love gel I found in the locker, slowly pushing it in from the entrance until it finally slid inside. Even then, it was only a fraction of the way.
"This feels... so strange... ♡"
With only the tip of the dildo inserted into my anal entrance, I fondled my nipples with one hand and rubbed my clitoris with the other. The situation itself was incredibly arousing, but since the physical stimulation wasn't quite keeping up, I used my most sensitive spots to crank my excitement to the limit.
Is it because my anal isn't fully developed yet?
Michael treated it like a second pussy, claiming I could feel pleasure through it just fine, but to me, it didn't feel that way yet. Perhaps it was a misunderstanding born from the fact that men don't truly know the scale of a woman's pleasure. To make it equal to my G-spot, clitoris, or nipples, I clearly needed more practice.
Squelch... squelch...
As I slowly lowered my hips, a feeling of fullness flooded my gut; when I lifted them, the dildo slid out, and a pleasure too embarrassing to describe surged through my body. My body wasn't so weak that a few squats would tire me out, but as I repeated these dildo-squats, the intensifying stimulation made my waist and legs tremble.
What if someone walked in right now...?
I drifted into a happy delusion. If someone entered, should I service them with my mouth? Or maybe just a quick handjob?
Using my pussy in this position seemed difficult... and since Michael said I had to keep up the anal masturbation as part of my "training," it would have to be my mouth or hands. The image of sucking a cock while swallowing a dildo with my ass, or reaching climax through my back pussy while giving a handjob, both seemed quite appealing.
"Mmm... slurp... ♡"
Lost in my fantasies, I couldn't hold back anymore. I pulled out another dildo and began licking it. Just like yesterday, I was recreating a threesome—sucking Man A's cock with my mouth while taking Man B's cock in my pussy.
Of course, since the cocks were replaced by dildos, there was none of that raw, masculine violence or ferocity. I wasn't being forced; I was the one moving first. Because it was just a simulation rather than the real thing, the stimulation was weaker than what I’d endured yesterday.
But since no one was opening the door and walking in, I had no choice. I couldn't just wait around forever for someone to show up. Holding one dildo, I sucked on it as if I were giving a sincere blowjob, while my other hand alternated between pinching my clitoris and my nipples.
"Hngh...?!"
How many minutes had passed? Just as I was reaching my breaking point, the signal came. The feeling that I was about to go off through my back pussy. Given my body’s reputation as a pathetic, easy-climax pussy, it was a miracle I’d lasted this long.
"Nngh... chu... haaaah! ♡"
Even though I was only bouncing on a dildo with my ass, a fountain of juice erupted from my pussy. My eyes rolled back, and my spine straightened as I shuddered. In that moment, I ignored all other erogenous zones, focusing entirely on the climax blooming in my back pussy.
"Oogh... ohhh... ooooh... ♡"
I let out the kind of moans I usually stifled at home for fear of my family hearing, the kind too vulgar and embarrassing to make in front of others even during sex. Because of that, the dildo I had in my mouth fell out.
The spit-covered dildo rolled across the locker room floor, mixing with the pussy juice I’d sprayed, making a complete mess. I realized I’d have to clean this up later, which felt like a chore, but this was only the beginning.
Creak...
The door opened. Someone was coming in. I was about to be caught—a total nympho masturbating with a dildo in her ass in the middle of the locker room.
Who could it be? Gyeong-han? Choi Jun? Or maybe that gentle senior from the interview room?
"Haa... hah... ♡ H-he's here... ♡"
To get straight to the point, it was none of the three. And it certainly wasn't Michael.
But I wasn't disappointed. I wouldn't know how satisfying a partner he’d be until we got down to it. Besides, it was only a matter of time; sooner or later, I was destined to be taken by every single member of this basketball club.
Of course, if the Operator's schedule to attack our school gets moved up, things might change.
Meanwhile, I was already lifting and lowering my hips again, trying to savor another back-pussy orgasm. I acted as if post-nut clarity didn't exist, boldly demanding more even though I’d just finished.
Seeing me like this, the man—who already had a massive bulge in his pants—strode toward me. He didn't look shocked or horrified by the sight. In fact, it seemed like he’d expected me to be doing exactly this and came here specifically to fuck me.
"Hellooo...! I'm the Onahole Manager, Do Min-jeong... haah... ♡ Right now, hngh... I'm in the middle of anal dildo training... hah... If there's anything I can help you with, please just say the word... ♡"
Following Michael’s instructions, I briefed him on my current training while offering my services. Looking at the outline of his dick, which looked ready to burst through his trousers, it was blindingly obvious what he wanted help with.
Zip!
Instead of answering, the man lowered his pants. He looked like a total softie, but he was surprisingly aggressive. I was slightly flustered, but I told myself not to be intimidated from the start, considering I’d have to handle dozens of men soon.
"...Take care of this. You said you're the Onahole Manager or whatever, right?"
"T-that's right! A cock this big must be a distraction for your training, right? How can I help you?"
"Open your mouth."
"...Huh?"
For a moment, I was speechless. Since he was the first one, I expected him to hesitate. I was planning to tease him with some cheap seduction like, "Your mouth? Your hand? Tell me where you want to blow your load~"
Why is he being so proactive?!
It was only then, looking directly into his eyes, that I realized. He was already completely consumed by lust. He didn't see me as a woman he wanted to woo and bed; he saw me as an onahole meant for dumping his semen.
How can he be like this...?
He didn't look like such an aggressive person at all. So why? Did I have a body that emitted some kind of hormone that turned normal men into feral beasts?
"A-at least tell me your name! It's my first day, so I have to memorize them...!"
"Baek Jun-woo."
"Baek Jun-woo... mgh?!"
Before I could finish, Baek Jun-woo shoved his cock into my mouth. It tasted slightly salty, likely because he’d just been playing basketball. My mouth, already fully trained, immediately wrapped its tongue around the long meat-stick and puckered its lips to start sucking.
Wait, this... ♡ The smell is so pungent... ♡
The sensation was entirely different from when I was mimicking a blowjob with a dildo. The cock I was currently mouthing reeked of the sweat from his practice mixed with the pre-cum he’d leaked upon seeing me.
A real dick was worlds apart from a tasteless, odorless dildo. Just as a world in black and white is different from the real world, so was the cock. At this rate, I might develop a scent fetish within a month.
"Pwah... hah...!"
"Why are you so bad at sucking?"
"...Wh-what?"
While I was busy enjoying the "two-barrack" cock experience—sucking Baek Jun-woo's dick while my ass was being impaled by a dildo—I heard those thunderous words.
Me? Bad at blowjobs?
My pride was strangely wounded. It was ridiculous to feel offended by such a thing, but after having my skills validated by the three club executives yesterday, what on earth was he talking about?
Even those thugs who had gaslit girls into becoming onahole managers before I arrived had praised my mouth-pussy. And yet, this guy who looked like a total virgin was giving me a bad review?
I wanted to tell him his taste was clearly flawed, but I couldn't. An Onahole Manager had to be an equal onahole for all the men in the basketball club.
"In porn, they shove it all the way down their throats. Can't you do that?"
"...That's..."
Because your dick isn't big enough for that.
I wanted to be honest, but I decided that wasn't a good move for an onahole. I just smiled and flicked my tongue as if begging to suck more, as if promising to work harder this time... but he was determined to fulfill his dream of shoving his cock down my throat.
"Breathe through your nose."
"Ghurk—?!"
Baek Jun-woo suddenly grabbed the back of my head and yanked me forward. I let out a sound that, at a glance, might have belonged to a medieval knight getting stabbed in the heart. Since my throat had just been impaled by a dick, I suppose it was a fair comparison.
"Mgh, ghurk... ♡ Kh-hoogh...!"
The problem wasn't just my throat. As he yanked me forward, the dildo still stuck in my lower half—my anus—became an issue. Since the dildo was fixed to the floor and my body was pulled forward, it scraped hard against the back wall of my rectum.
But Baek Jun-woo had no intention of considering the state of my ass. He seemed satisfied just by shoving his cock deep and pulling my head to make up for any lack of length.
Is he trying to use my throat as a custom-fit cock case...?
If that's the case, do something about the pubic hair tickling my nose. No matter what I do, I can't breathe through my mouth. It's not just tickling my bridge; it's plastered all over my face like a decoration. Get it off me!
"Pffft... hngh!"
Only after his pubic hair was stuck all over my face and he’d pumped his semen directly into my throat with several heavy spurts did he stop treating me like a throat-onahole.
"Thank you for the semen... ♡"
I gave the ritualistic thanks while starting to squelch my hips again. My anal sensitivity still had a long way to go, and more importantly, Baek Jun-woo wouldn't be the only one in this locker room for long.
"Whoa, she's really here!"
"I wondered where Jun-woo went..."
"...What the? Why are you guys here during practice?!"
As if on cue, the door swung open, and other new members began filing in one by one.
I could tell just by looking at their faces. They’d heard my introduction as the Onahole Manager and had been waiting for the right moment. Once Baek Jun-woo broke the ice, these clever bastards had come running.
"U-uh, hey. What's up?"
Flustered to see people he knew, Baek Jun-woo hurriedly pulled up his pants and acted as if nothing had happened. He even tried to stand awkwardly to hide me with his body.
He was a man, after all; the moment he’d claimed my throat-pussy, he seemed to have developed a desire to monopolize me.
"Hello... ♡ I'm Min-jeong, the Onahole Manager... ♡"
"Hey, don't greet them! Go brush your teeth or something..."
But his handling of the situation was too amateur. My face was already covered in pubic hair and I reeked of the fishy smell of semen. Acting like nothing happened was pointless. The moment he was found alone with a woman shoving a dildo up her own ass, his status as a pervert was confirmed.
To drive the point home, I lifted my hips slightly, pulled the dildo out of my ass, and tapped his crotch through his clothes.
"Hngh, hngh... ♡ Is it okay to put it back in without wiping? I need to clean up... ♡"
"W-what are you saying...?"
"Slurp, cleaning your cock. If you don't wipe it before putting it back, you'll get smegma. Surely you're not going to make me clean that up too...?"
"Don't look at me like that! I didn't do anything!"
Like a typical man experiencing post-nut clarity, he regained his reason and tried to protest his innocence, but his expression lacked all credibility. My suggestive comments didn't help his case either.
"I just forgot something and came back to find it, so let's all go back to practice! It's the first day; what will the captain think if we all ditch like this?"
"Well, wouldn't he praise us?"
"...Huh?"
Baek Jun-woo's excuses were ineffective from the start. That was because these three or four guys had all come here after getting a tip from the captain, Michael.
"I was half-doubting it when you introduced yourself as the Onahole Manager earlier."
"When Jun-woo disappeared, we asked the captain, and he said he went to the locker room."
"Then, out of nowhere, he told us not to worry about the Onahole Manager and to use her as much as we wanted. I wondered what he meant... but I see now."
The basketball players grinned, finally understanding the situation. Baek Jun-woo let out a sigh.
"I thought I was getting a fuck buddy, if not a girlfriend."
"I'm sorry I can't be your partner. But I'm still the Onahole Manager... so as long as you're in the basketball club, you can use me whenever you want... ♡"
"Then we can use you too, right?"
"Of course...!"
A total of four men, including Baek Jun-woo, surrounded me. Even in this situation, I was still poking my ass with the dildo. The new members simultaneously lowered their pants, revealing a variety of cocks, and began deciding which part of me they would take.
"Who's going first?"
"Should we play rock-paper-scissors?"
"I can't wait. Can't we just do it all at once?"
"I'll take the mouth then."
"First come, first served? I'll take the pussy."
"Ah, fuck... what's left? Can I use the ass too?"
When one of the freshmen pointed at me and asked, I answered quickly.
"I-I'm sorry...! My back pussy is currently under construction, so it might be hard to use...!"
"Really? You're not just saving it for the captain?"
This brat... for a freshman, his intuition is way too sharp.
"N-not at all..."
"Well, I get it. Once a woman tastes a black guy's monster, she probably loses her mind."
"Gotta stay on the captain's good side to make club life easy, I guess."
"Hey, is that why you didn't pick the pussy? Worried it's already been wrecked by the captain's dick?"
"Spoken like a true virgin. You picked the pussy without even knowing that?"
The freshmen laughed as they groped my breasts and ass. We were the same age, yet I was the only one using polite speech. Still, being called a "wrecked pussy" was a serious blow to my honor, so I responded with a hint of anger in my voice.
"I-it's not like that! I'm confident I can squeeze tight!"
"Hmm, really?"
The freshmen laid me down and brought their cocks to my body. One prepared to insert in the missionary position, another positioned himself upside down to shove it in my mouth, and a third placed his cock in my left hand.
"...Me too."
"Oh, Jun-woo, you just came... are you okay?"
Without a word, Baek Jun-woo nodded and placed his limp cock in my right hand. Mouth, pussy, left hand, right hand... for someone whose limit had been a threesome, four men at once was a lot. The numbers were growing too fast.
But the difficulty level is low.
Unlike Michael or the slime, these were twenty-year-olds with little experience. Their cocks were around average size, and I’d heard the one trying to fuck my pussy was a virgin.
"Well then, let's see..."
"Not there, a little higher..."
"Ah, it's my first time. I might not be very good."
"I-it's okay! As the Onahole Manager, it's my duty to be your teaching aid... ohoooogh?!"
However, the virgin basketball player realized the truth the moment he inserted. It wasn't about skill after just one thrust, and unless his dick was exceptionally large, there was only one answer.
"...This girl is a total loser, isn't she?"
"N-no, it's not like thaaaat—♡"
My piercing moan was meaningless. A cock coming from above immediately stuffed my mouth.
With a dildo in my ass, I was having missionary sex with a brand-new virgin while giving handjobs to two different men with both hands. And on top of that, I had another man's cock in my mouth.
This... I'm a total slut... ♡
I’d tried to deny being a complete whore since I hadn't actually slept with many people despite my unusual tastes, but now there was no excuse. Even if someone called me a cum-reeking bitch, I wouldn't be able to argue.
It's just for one month. Just one month, so... yes... ♡
In a month, the Operator and Dark Swan would come and flip this place upside down. I hadn't been kidnapped and turned into a sex slave; I’d walked in here of my own volition, but I somehow felt like a captured heroine.
"But you know you don't get to rest even after we're done, right?"
"Haah... haah... ♡ Wh-what do you mean...?"
"Right now is practice time, so we're just ditching. But once it's officially break time... everyone's going to stop by here."
"B-break time? There's such a thing...?"
"Of course."
The man mocked me, tapping the dildo stuck in my ass.
"During break time, you can take this out. You said you're only wearing it for training, right?"
"T-that's true, but..."
"You'll just be replacing it with something else."
My heart sank as I asked.
"Then... will the captain be coming then too?"
"Maybe. He said he was stepping out for a bit."
That meant even if dozens of men swarmed me during the break, I had to defend my anus at all costs. If nothing else, I wanted my anal virginity to be taken by Michael, the one who had trained it first. My face went pale.
So I have to hold out until then...?
My thoughts were a mess, but as the virgin's cock buried itself deep inside me, my mind went blank again.
Either way, the Anal Virginity Defense Battle had officially begun.
*
"I'm baaaack."
Michael opened the locker room door, his arms full of cup noodles and snacks. While they would have proper team dinners later, he’d prepared this little event because doing nothing on the first day of club activities seemed boring.
Well, there is one more event.
Sure enough, the moment the door opened, a pungent smell of semen wafted out. The scent of urine and love juice from a single female was completely buried under the musk of dozens of males.
"Haa... hah... ♡"
The first thing he saw was Do Min-jeong, lying on the locker room floor with her eyes rolled back, having lost consciousness. Of course, since her entire body was soaked in cum, she was in quite a state.
Moreover, her posture was ridiculous. It would be more accurate to say she was sprawled out like a frog rather than just lying there. White semen leaked endlessly from the pussy visible between her spread legs. Her womb had been filled to capacity, yet the internal ejaculations hadn't stopped, leading to this pathetic sight.
"Whew! What a terrible sight."
Michael let out an exclamation of pity, but the corners of his mouth were turned up.
"Oh, Michael! You're back?"
"You're late. Were you being considerate of us?"
"No, no. I was being considerate of the new guys rather than my friends."
Aside from Choi Jun and Ahn Gyeong-han, all the other members were in the locker room. The room was cramped. It was a relief that everyone had enjoyed the gangbang in the nude, as clothes would have taken up even more space.
Perhaps because everyone had already finished a round or two and was in post-nut clarity, they weren't paying much attention to Do Min-jeong anymore, instead looking at their phones or chatting with each other.
To Michael, it was a familiar sight. He’d seen it many times. He knew that after a gangbang, this was exactly the kind of atmosphere that formed.
The Onahole Manager was a total mess from the members' semen, but the guys themselves were reluctant to touch her, calling her "filthy" now that she was pickled in cum. They wouldn't even go near her. In situations like this, it was usually the club executives, Ahn Gyeong-han and Choi Jun, who took care of her.
"So, did everyone get a turn?"
"Hold on, let me check. Baek Jun-woo, did you fuck the Onahole's pussy? Yu Se-han, you too?"
When the two men Gyeong-han pointed out answered, Michael flashed a satisfied smile.
"Good. Is Min-jeong unconscious?"
"Min-jeong? Was that her name?"
"Hey, hey, Jun. How can an executive forget the manager's name?"
"Ahaha, sorry. I've just been calling her 'Onahole' the whole time. But wasn't there another girl named Min-jeong last time? I'm getting confused."
Choi Jun gave a sly grin and grabbed Do Min-jeong's thigh, unbothered by the semen coating it.
"Anyway, Michael, I've got something to show you. It's a great show."
"A show? That is interes-ting. Please, show me."
"Watch closely. Here we go...!"
Choi Jun grabbed the unconscious Do Min-jeong's thighs and forced her legs wide. Ahn Gyeong-han didn't miss the opening and pressed down firmly on her slightly bloated stomach.
Pshhh—!
"Whoa, wahahahaha!"
"Did you see that? Did you see it?! A semen fountain! And that wasn't pussy juice, you know?"
"This is definitely a talent. She could go on America's Got Talent with this."
"But wait, there's one more thing I haven't shown you yet."
This time, Choi Jun flipped Do Min-jeong over onto her stomach. He didn't care that her face was buried in a puddle of semen; he just grabbed her buttocks and spread them wide to show Michael what was inside.
"...See that?"
"Are those... anal beads?"
He hadn't expected this. Michael hadn't been particularly interested in taking Do Min-jeong's anal virginity to begin with, so he was genuinely taken aback.
"Pull them out one by one. I won't say another word."
Michael grabbed the ring of the anal beads lodged in Do Min-jeong's ass and began to pull them out, one bead at a time. One, two, three, four... after the fifth bead, Do Min-jeong's anal—no, her back pussy—was laid bare.
"Jesus, oh my God..."
Her back pussy was perfectly clean. Unlike her front pussy, which was flooded with semen, her back pussy—guarded by the anal beads—hadn't allowed even a single milliliter of cum inside.
Michael remained silent for a moment, seemingly moved, before slowly speaking.
"I'll take her to the showers. She needs a wash."