Side Story — Han Mi-jung (2)
My insides were completely dry at first, but as Mr. Park rocked his hips back and forth, things moved smoothly — thanks, perhaps, to the saliva he'd smeared over my sex. The thought that his filthy spit was entering the precious place that had borne my son made me want to gag, but this was a body I had already thrown away. I could endure far worse than this. Mr. Park clung flat against my back like a mating dog, kneading my breasts until they seemed about to burst from his grip, all while shaking his hips.
"How is it? You like it? You like this, don't you?"
"Yes... ah... I like it... haaang..."
Mr. Park's fingers, still slick from kneading my breasts, found my lips. I stuck out my tongue and licked them. Excited, he pushed the fingers into my mouth, and I sucked on them the way I sucked on his cock.
"Whew... you fucking bitch, you're in full heat. Hey, is this how you get with your husband and your son too?"
"I don't know... I don't do this with my husband... ahh... aahhh..."
"What, is his dick too small to bother with?"
"Yes... my husband doesn't do it to me this well..."
"Is that so? So your husband can't satisfy you, and that's why you're in heat like this?"
Mr. Park grew more and more excited, driving his hips faster and faster. However shameful it was, it was better to let the men relieve their urges quickly. Sometimes they would torment me for hours on end, until I bled down below.
"Whew... I can't hold back anymore. Sorry, Boss Park — mind if I join in?"
"Go ahead. There's a hole to spare. No sense wasting it."
Mr. Park tried to lay me down on the floor.
"Just a moment, please."
I fetched a blanket and spread it over the shop floor, then got down on my knees on top of it. Mr. Park's cock slid back inside me, and Mr. Choi pulled down his pants and came around in front of me. His cock hung half-erect, swaying loose. I knew exactly what he wanted. I took him in my hand and into my mouth. He smelled like rotten squid. I honestly thought I might throw up. But if I did, I'd lose this regular customer forever. So I held his cock as if it were the most delicious food in the world and sucked and licked it like something precious.
"Yeah, yeah, ahh, that's good. Lick the underside too."
I held his sagging balls in my hand, licked them, then took one into my mouth and sucked it.
"Good, that's good..."
Mr. Choi's hands seized my head. When I took his cock back into my mouth, he began pumping his hips back and forth as if he'd been waiting for exactly this, using my mouth for his pleasure.
For over an hour they played with me in every position imaginable. When they tired, they sat back down at the table to drink and eat their snacks. I would crawl on all fours to suck their cocks, and they would pat my head and feed me a bite of food from their chopsticks. Then came the dirty talk, and then they'd climb back on top of me. Mr. Park finished first, coming inside my vagina; Mr. Choi, apparently unwilling to enter where Mr. Park's semen remained, came in my mouth instead. I had to swallow every drop of that revolting-smelling seed of another man.
I went to the kitchen, rinsed myself off roughly, then sucked and licked their cocks clean with my mouth before wiping them down carefully with wet wipes. I flattered them about their stamina, poured them a few more drinks, gave them kisses — and finally, their urges apparently spent, they said they were ready to settle the bill. Before leaving, Mr. Park pulled me into a tight embrace and shoved that filthy tongue of his into my mouth again.
"That was good, wasn't it?"
"Yes, it was wonderful."
Nestled in his arms, I acted coy, rubbing my bare breasts against his body. Mr. Choi, on his way out, grabbed my ass hard and said:
"Next time I'll come back and fuck you good and proper, so be patient and wait for me, okay?"
"Yes, please come back soon."
The men had been thoroughly satisfied, so they would certainly return. They might bring someone else with them, or come alone. Either way, the money I took from them was more than the snack shop made in a week. I demanded a high price in exchange for my thorough service, and the men always came back. Even taking only one group a day, the business turned a profit. But it was nowhere near enough. After paying rent, ingredients, and all the taxes, I could manage the bank loans, but the loan-shark debt was beyond me. I even thought about giving up the shop and selling my body around the clock — that much might cover the interest — but then my son would notice. No... perhaps he already had.
By the time I got home it was past midnight, but Seh-hwan was still awake.
"You're home."
"Yeah, it's late. Why aren't you asleep?"
It was always the same conversation. My son never slept before I came home. He knew I sold drinks in the evenings. But selling my body — of that he was, of course, unaware. That was what I believed. When he came close, I hurried him off to bed and slipped away from him. I was still damp down below, and my mouth still carried the smell of blood. I was ashamed of the body that had been defiled by another man's semen.
Day after day passed like a nightmare. It seemed as though nearly every man in the neighborhood came to visit. Once, some remarkably young men showed up — they pretended to be college students, but I recognized a few of the faces. They were boys who had come to the shop before, wearing the uniforms of the nearby high school. Since I sold alcohol, I firmly refused to serve them without ID and sent them away. Word had already spread through the whole neighborhood that I was a woman who sold her body.
And then, at last, I failed to make the loan-shark payment. One evening, the debt collectors stormed into the shop. I fell to my knees and begged.
"Please, just give me one more month. Next month I'll pay you two months' worth, I swear."
Tears fell. I couldn't help wondering how on earth I had come to this.
The man who seemed to be the leader of the three — though he looked like the youngest — spoke up.
"Hey. Pull down the shutter."
When the youngest rolled the shutter down, the leader said:
"Fine. We'll wait one more month. But we need to get something out of this too, don't we? You know what I mean."
How could I not? Excitement was already radiating from their eyes, their breathing. They wore the faces of predators looking down at their prey.
I stood up and took off my clothes. The men whistled, cheered, and snickered.
"Let's really feast tonight, boys."
Once the blanket was spread and I lay down, the leader stripped first. His muscular body was covered head to toe in tattoos. The menace he gave off was on a different level from the neighborhood men who had come before. Between his legs hung something enormous, dangling downward. He climbed on top of me and licked and sucked at every inch of me. Since he was no customer, I didn't need to perform for him — I simply closed my eyes and cried.
The man spread my legs and began licking between them — my clitoris, then pushing his tongue deep inside me. And then he forced his cock into my body. I thought surely that was all of it, but nearly the same length again pushed inside. It was the largest I had ever taken in my life. And it wasn't just big — somehow, inexplicably, it hurt.
"Uuuh... aah... it hurts... it hurts..."
"Of course it hurts. I've got some interior work done down there."
I had no idea at the time what "interior work" even meant. The man moved his hips with merciless force.
"Ah...!!! Please stop!!! It hurts, please... aaagh!!!"
Forgeting that people outside might hear, I begged him to stop. The way he scraped against my vaginal walls was unlike any other man's. But the more I begged, the more excited he seemed to become.
"Yeah, keep crying, you little bitch. Spread your legs wider and get soaking wet. That's the only way it won't hurt."
The man stood up with his cock still buried inside me and lifted me up. I had no choice but to wrap my arms around his neck to keep from falling. Still holding me, he drove his hips violently upward. With my own weight added on top, it felt like he was penetrating me even harder than when I'd been lying down. A dull ache that seemed to stab all the way to my womb mixed with the searing pain of being torn open.
"It hurts... please stop... please... aahhh!!!"
He set me down, made me get on all fours, and pushed into me from behind. Then he stood again, hauling my hips up with him. Impaled on his cock with my ass lifted into the air, my legs couldn't reach the floor — the height difference saw to that. Only my toes brushed the ground, barely. My body was folded nearly in half; even reaching my hands to the floor was a struggle. And in that position he began to move. In the end I was hanging in midair, ass thrust high, body bent almost double, being violated like that. No more screams would come out. It hurt too much, and the shame was unbearable. All I could do was cry. I pressed one hand over my mouth, but it did no good.
When I started sobbing, the man grew only more worked up, accelerating like a madman.
"That's it, cry more, you fucking bitch. Whimper for me!!"
And then, in an instant, his body went rigid, and I felt hot liquid spreading inside me. Once, then again — each time he drove his hips forward hard, the release kept coming. Several streams of it ran down along both my thighs.
The man dropped me onto the floor. My whole sweat-soaked body was trembling. This was closer to violence than to sex.
"Hey, you two — your turn. No point wasting time, so do her together. I'm going again after."
"Yes, boss."
I heard the sound of clothes coming off. And then, into my throbbing, aching vagina, yet another man's cock pushed its way in. The pain was so great I screamed — and then someone climbed onto my chest, and this time a reeking cock was shoved into my mouth.