Sexual Afterglow
"Ah, the first client today is a total stud."
"A stud?"
"Yeah. Not exactly pretty-boy material... maybe around twenty?"
"Ugh. A kid already."
"Take him."
"Twenty's even better, hehe."
Truth be told, I usually only get guys in their thirties or forties...
But a fresh, vigorous twenty-year-old? How amazing would that be? You can really feel the difference between twenty and forty with your body, you know? They say aging hits hard after thirty-five, and it's true—forty-somethings have these mushy, floppy mushrooms that can't muster any strength. At twenty, it's like prime ribeye. Squeeze out one load, and a twenty-something pops right back up. A forty-something? Takes damn near an hour. But... guys that age who come to places like this usually fall into two categories. The first is an outgoing popular type with raging hormones who just wants no-strings sex. I'd love that. But more often, it's the creepy, shady loser type. Exactly like my cousin Cheol-gyu, that bastard.
Wait. Cheol-gyu and my brother Jin-woo are twenty too, aren't they?
No way. Seoul's got ten million people. What are the odds they'd show up here?
I brushed it off without a second thought and waited—and then.
Knock knock.
The sound of the client knocking had me humming happily as I went to greet him.
"Come on in~"
I opened the door, and in walked a solidly built guy, bear-like and sturdy.
"Heh heh... hello?"
"Hello~"
His face looked young, but his muscles bulged so much they threatened to rip his t-shirt.
"Whoa... what do you work out for?"
"Huh? Oh, judo club. Heh heh."
His cheeky grin and easy chatter put me at ease—he wasn't the nerdy type, at least. You can tell a guy's whole personality from his speech in this job. Does he freeze up around women, stumbling over words? Or does he flow smoothly without a hint of nerves? My cousin Cheol-gyu is the former. This guy? Definitely the latter. Decent face, killer body... and smooth talker. Classic popular jock.
"Whoa... noona, you're seriously gorgeous."
"Ho ho... really?"
"Ah, drop the formalities. I'm twenty."
"No way! Awesome. What brings a kid like you to a place like this?"
I already knew from the manager, but I played surprised. The guy got excited, took off his cap, and shoved his phone in my face.
It was that post again... the one from that regular client. Me squatting naked, squeezing out the cum...
"Honestly, I saw that pic on the site... your body's too perfect. I don't usually come to places like this."
"What? 'Don't usually' means you've got experience?"
"Haha... two or three times?"
"No girlfriend?"
"I do, but eating the same side dish every day gets boring, right? Cheating's not cool, though. I've got a ton of stamina, heh heh."
"Oh, you little...?"
...Honest, I like that. And his solid, rock-hard build... yeah, expectations rising.
"Judo club, huh?"
"Yeah. Sports uni."
"Ooh... sports uni! Bet you're super tough."
After some small talk to kill time, we got to the payment.
"Options... sixty minutes, two shots?"
Two loads in sixty minutes. There are ninety-minute two-shots or two-hour unlimited, but those are pricier, so guys push themselves to bust twice in an hour.
"Yup... too tough?"
"Mm... lots of guys can't finish in time. You know how it goes after the first one... total shutdown."
"Nah, it'll be fine. I can control it."
Fair enough. Truthfully, he's got the firmest body of any client I've seen... I was curious too. I hooked up with a gym trainer once, but his dick was tiny from steroids, total letdown...
"Oof! Eugh!"
Honestly, he exceeded expectations♥
===== Even with a condom since it wasn't no-con, "Haaah! Ugh!" A vigorous twenty-year-old. An elite athlete's body... worlds apart from those thirty- and forty-something geezers♥ The judo guy mounted me from behind like a breeding stud pounding a bitch in heat, slamming away doggy-style with slap! smack! splat!
He thrust so hard his groin hammered my lower belly like a battering ram, echoing like some porn flick...
"S-stop...! Huhk...! Too, too rough...!"
"Haa... haa... sorry. Got too intense, huh?"
"Ugh... n-no... k-keep going..."
A bit—no, a lot—rough, but after all those limp old men pinning me down, this raw, primal fuck had me losing my mind in excitement. He gripped me tight from behind, pounding relentlessly... Doggy plus my short, tight pussy meant his above-average length kept hitting my cervix—painful, but...
"Euuugh!!! Ugh! Mmph!!"
Deep inside, pleasure exploded like fireworks, pop! pop! even rougher. And that brick-wall muscled body—no soft spots—cradling my slender frame? That's what drives women wild. A stronger male dominating with sheer power, yet wrapping you protectively. For a submissive girl like me, it's that primal satisfaction of yielding and being guarded—pure mental bliss. Brain fires up, body follows...
"Haaaah!! C-can't... hold... haak!"
Too hot, drool dripping, I couldn't hold the four-limbed pose—his force shoved me flat forward.
"Heh heh... can't take it? Should I stop?"
But the beast climbed my collapsed back, kept pounding doggy while teasing me on purpose.
"N-no... d-don't... haat...! Keep going..."
I wanted a break from the exhaustion, but also craved him crushing me nonstop—that twisted conflict. And this kid, younger but handling my body and mind like a pro. My brain's fuse blew; my body shook uncontrollably...♥
"Feels good? Huh? Haa... haa!"
"Uh... ugh... ugh... ugh-ugh-ugh..."
When a woman cums for real, she makes these sounds. Lower belly clenches, limbs tremble, toes curl, eyes glaze, drool and juices flow—no proper words. But... even after that massive orgasm...
The guy hadn't finished. So...
"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!"
Getting railed mid-orgasm? The peak ebbs then surges again, fades then reignites. Not as explosive as the first, but the constant low waves turn pleasure into tormenting madness! And this guy... experienced for sure.
"Noona cums so hard, huh?"
"Haaaah... ugh."
He grinned watching me shatter over and over, deliberately holding back, slowing his thrusts.
"F-finish... quick... pleeease..."
"Hehe... okay, okay. But grant me a favor after?"
"Whaaat?"
"Got something I wanna try. You'll do it, right?"
"Y-yeah... haak! Hoot!"
But even after promising to end it, he fucked me over five more minutes till the condom swelled heavy... It'd been ages since that kiss-room guy made me feel this good.
===== Sexual Afterglow
The lingering positive, euphoric state after satisfying sex. That's why the saying goes: even if men have higher sex drives, women bond harder post-orgasm. Guys shoot once and hunt new prey; women, wired for pregnancy and childcare, crave the guy who rocked their world long-term.
And me... after that real orgasm in forever, my body trembled for minutes post-fuck. Barely calming when afterglow hit, making it impossible to resist the judo guy's "favor."
"Noona, again?"
Time check: 10:53. Just seven awkward minutes left. Two-shot ordered, but first round wrecked me time-wise...
"What now? Time's up..."
"It's fine. I'll cum quick this time. But..."
"...?"
"Can we do no-con?"
"..."
"C-condom makes me last too long like before. No-con, I'll blow fast."
Brazen demand. No-con creampie needs a recent STD test and 100,000 won extra... Switching mid-condom order? Total asshole move. But that sex was too good...
"...Fine. Just this once?"
"Hehe, thanks noona!"
I squeezed my eyes shut, let his bare cock—sans test—slide into my pussy. Shouldn't, but...
"Haat...?! Uuht...!"
Raw dick rubbing my folds naturally... no-con feels insanely better... Rationality? Gone.
But the guy who swore no-con would be quick...
"Huk... huk... th-this... can't cum yet..."
"Heyyy... you said it'd be fast?"
"I-I did... but after that first load, it's not..."
Time up, still no finish. 10:59. One minute to close... Then my phone rang. Manager calling for the next client.
Wait... this feels familiar...
The guy pressed against me muttered the same déjà vu line.
"Haa... haa... n-next slot's my f-friend... he's waiting... can he just come in??"
"...Huh? F-friend?"
"Booked together, heh heh."
"...With a friend?... Hoot... if he comes in and sees... ah? Aaat...!"
"It's cool, noona. Total bro."
"Huuut... y-you... called him on purpose...?"
"Nah? Just bored."
Normally I'd say no, but conquered by that young, hard cock... whatever. Like last time, mid-fuck, I begged the manager to let the next guy in.
"M-ma-manager... n-not... done yet, let next guy in like last time... ahht...! Hey, I'm talking..."
"...Ya, you again?"
"Haaang... ah! Ah! Ah!"
"-Sigh. Fine."
I was cumming so hard I couldn't even explain properly to the manager...♥
...So... like last time, why not another watch-and-wait? He's friends with this guy, not total strangers like before.
That's how I rationalized it. But when the guy in the deep cap and mask punched the code and opened the door, saying,
"Uh...? N-noona?"
I knew something was terribly wrong.