A Karaoke Bar Thick with the Scent of a Bitch in Heat

Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap!

The wet percussion of flesh on flesh rang down the karaoke hallway, where only a thin wash of light was burning.

I'd stripped Eunjeong naked and put her on all fours, and from behind I was slamming into her pussy as she crawled. Maybe it was because I'd doubled the sensitivity of her cunt and clit with a suggestion — every time she shifted a hand or a knee to drag herself forward, a sound close to a scream tore out of her. I'd laid the same suggestion over her breasts and nipples, so the jolt of my thrusting, the way it set her chest swinging, was probably lighting her up just as hard.

Down both of Park Eunjeong's thighs, a fluid that reeked of a bitch's sex ran in several thin streams. It had already painted her knees and calves, her ankles, the soles of her feet; she was crawling through her own mess, leaving a glistening trail of female slick behind her.

I didn't think I was going to get tired of this pussy anytime soon. The soft, clinging squeeze of it was good — but the smell rising off it was even better. If she threw off a scent like this in a room full of people, you'd have to watch every face around you. Any woman would know it on the first breath: the thick, unmistakable stink of heat. And every time I drove into her from behind, Park Eunjeong's cunt wrung out another gush of that same bitch-broth.

The two-person crawl that had started in the room at the far end of the hall took more than ten minutes to reach the counter. A stretch that would have taken a few seconds on two feet — but Park Eunjeong was taking my cock on all fours the whole way, and it lasted long enough that she dumped a sudden flood of pussy-water twice before we got there.

Slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap!

Even after we hit the counter I didn't stop thrusting. Eunjeong grabbed the edge of the counter to keep from collapsing and hung on, making noise the entire time.

All at once I wanted Jeong Sangmi to hear this — the Sangmi who was waiting for me even now. That meant I needed my phone, and the phone was sitting on the table in the last room.

"I'm grabbing my phone. Stick two fingers in and fuck yourself with them like a maniac."

"Ahh… ahhh!"

Eunjeong couldn't even form an answer. The second I pulled my cock out of her, she shoved her right index and middle fingers in at once, desperate to fill the emptiness, and started pumping them hard.

I watched that for a beat, then walked back to the end room and picked up my phone. I scrolled to my recents as I came back down the hall at an easy pace, and I called Jeong Sangmi on the spot.

Her ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠ringtone played. Surprisingly fast, a small voice answered. She was probably alone in some little room. Yeah. By now she wouldn't have been able to hold out — she'd have a hand down her panties, touching herself in secret while her family was in the house. Might as well turn the heat up for her.

The moment I had her voice, I didn't say a word. I just held the phone right up against Eunjeong's ass.

Schlick, schlick, schlick, schlick — squelch, squelch, squelch.

The sound of Park Eunjeong furiously fingering her own pussy poured straight into Jeong Sangmi's ear, every wet detail intact.

"Nngh…! Nngh! Ahh, I don't even know anymore…!"

And then that sobbing, almost screaming moan on top of it. Sangmi would already be flushed and furtive, a hand working inside her panties — she'd know exactly what she was listening to.

The screen said the call was still live. She hadn't hung up. Jeong Sangmi, jealousy detonating in her chest, was pressing the phone to her ear like she could crawl through it.

I gave Eunjeong's trembling, pleasure-shaken ass a sharp, meaty slap with my open palm and made her pull her fingers out.

Smack!

"Aughh…!"

She caught the signal and yanked her fingers free in a hurry. Both of them were glazed to the knuckles in cloudy fluid, frothed up and dripping.

I set my stance and fed the head of my cock into the heat pouring off her pussy, sinking it in to the hilt in one long push. Her cunt welcomed me like it had been waiting, grinding and wringing along my shaft, and it felt so good she started drooling that same cloudy heat-slick all over again.

"Hahh…"

I couldn't keep the sound in either.

Schlick, schlick, schlick-schlick-schlick. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap!

The second I started truly pounding her again, the sound of my hips cracking against Eunjeong's ass rang out bright and cheerful — and riding right underneath it, the filthy noise of pussy-flesh swallowing a cock and coughing up heat-juice would be pouring into Sangmi's ear.

I let myself drown in it, and I stabbed even harder into Eunjeong's womb.

"Hahh… hahh… haaugh…"

Nothing left but Eunjeong's ragged ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠breathing. The rough sex was over.

I'd come as hard as I wanted inside the pussy of the woman slumped face-down across the counter. After fucking her with everything I had and dumping a load into her, I wanted to sit. I dropped onto the sofa across from the counter and checked my phone — and to my surprise, the call was still connected.

She never hung up. She's been listening this whole time… Heh. Don't tell me this bitch came too…?

I was curious about Sangmi's end of things, but I could look into that later. Right now, wrapping up here came first. Not that the actual wiping and cleaning would be my problem — Park Eunjeong would take care of all of that.

She still hadn't even tried to get up off the counter. Doubling her sensitivity and then railing her that hard had clearly wrecked her. Fair enough — a body only holds up to this kind of thing if you do it often. Watching her struggle like that, I figured her husband had been leaving her untouched for a long time.

I lined up my phone and shot a video of the cocktail of my cum and her pussy-juice running out of her in a slow, heavy trickle. Then I went back to the end room, got dressed, and came out carrying Park Eunjeong's phone.

"Hey. Unlock this."

"Hahh… hahh…"

Still panting, Park Eunjeong lifted a hand and traced her pattern lock for me. I went straight into her photo album and started combing through it, looking carefully for pictures of other women.

There was only one reason. I'd already made Park Eunjeong into a sex slave — so while I was at it, I figured I might as well pull the women around her into it and play with the whole set. Her acquaintances, sure — but they'd still have to be decent-looking enough to be worth the trouble.

"Hey. Who's this woman?"

I flipped to a photo of someone who looked pretty solid and held it out for Park Eunjeong to see.

"Hahh… hahh… J-Jiseon… she's like a little sister. She comes by sometimes and watches the shop for me… hahh…"

"Jiseon? What's her last name?"

"Lee Jiseon… she lives in the apartment complex right behind here…"

"That so?"

Another good piece of prey, just sitting there. My mood lifted.

"How old is she?"

"Three years younger than me… hahh…"

Park Eunjeong was forty-three, which made this Lee Jiseon forty.

"She married too?"

"Yes… she has kids…"

"Mm. And you? How many kids do you have?"

"I have… one daughter and one son… The older one's the girl. She's a sophomore in university right now…"

A university sophomore. And if she took after Eunjeong…

"Hey. Show me a picture of your daughter."

"My daughter…?"

Park Eunjeong took the phone back with the limp, spent look of someone who'd been wrung out, scrolled a few more shots, and found her daughter's picture almost immediately.

"This is my daughter… she's pretty, right?"

"Oh…"

Yeah. I felt it. Face and body both in the same league as Park Eunjeong's, but with a completely different kind of pull. A university sophomore — barely even an adult. How fresh would that be? How tight and springy?

I dug through the rest of the album, but nobody else in there looked as good as Lee Jiseon and Park Eunjeong's daughter.

The thought of breaking in two new women and turning them into sex slaves made my cock stir and lift its head all on its own. It had just spent a long, happy stretch buried in pussy-juice, getting the kind of massage it liked — and already it wanted more.

Maybe it was the smell. The whole karaoke bar was thick with the scent of Park Eunjeong's pussy in heat. I shoved my pants down again and started rubbing the head of my cock through the inner flesh of her cunt, dragging it back and forth.

"Ahh… augh! Mmmh…!"

Sure enough, Eunjeong's pussy was still raw from the suggestion. The second my cockhead smeared across it, the flesh frothed like a clam, kicking up a foam that tasted of brine and metal and a funky, cheesy tang underneath. If I hadn't already dumped a load in there, I'd have wanted to suck it down in long pulls — but there'd be plenty of chances to drink my fill later.

"Hey. I'll film a video on your phone."

"What…? Ah, ahhh…!"

I opened the camera on her phone and shot a nice long take of my cock savaging her pussy. I hadn't even thrust that many times before a thick, clear fluid started welling out between the lips in heavy, reluctant pulses. I held the close-up on her cunt, then shifted the phone and got Park Eunjeong's face from right up close — the face of a woman suffering through bliss. The wild, broken breathing tearing out of her nose and mouth, the moans she couldn't swallow: all of it would have been captured perfectly.

Slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap!!

Squelch! Squelch! Schlick!

"Nnnngh…! M-Mommy…!!"

It wasn't until Park Eunjeong was crying for her mother that I came a second time. I grabbed two handfuls of her ass, hauled her back onto me, and pressed as tight to her womb as I could get before I put the load in.

Drip. Squelch.

When I pulled out, a long string of mixed cum and pussy-juice stretched between us and refused to break. Eunjeong still hadn't climbed down from her orgasm — and even so, she clamped a hand over ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠her cunt as hard as she could, desperate to keep my load from running out.

I was more than satisfied with the night's work. I handed her phone back.

"Clean this place up properly and get home. Air it out so it doesn't stink, and spray some freshener. You're my sex slave — and you will make damn sure nobody around you ever catches on. Do it right."

"Yes… Master. Hahh…"

"When I call, you pick up. No matter what. If you don't answer, I won't forgive you."

"I understand, Master…"

I smiled, dragged my cock — still glossy with her pussy-juice — across the ass of the woman slumped over the counter a few times to wipe it clean, and walked ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠out of the karaoke bar.