OP Prostitute Yeon-woo's Day (2)
That Strawberry Nose Uncle who cursed me out for being so shady earlier? He was my first customer of the day.
Ugh... fuck... this guy's the worst.
The real worst part was this clueless bastard standing in the hallway, yapping away like he was advertising that a whore lives here.
"Shh... come in quietly."
"Ah, haha... yeah."
If a suspicious guy loiters in the hallway, someone might call the cops, so I hustled him inside.
"Ha, haha... what a coincidence."
"Oh, really?"
I gave him a soulless reply and headed to the fridge.
"Mineral water? Or a soda? What do you want?"
"Ah, I'll have water..."
Strawberry Nose Uncle kept wiping his forehead—he must've sweated a ton waiting in the hall.
I sat him at the table, brought over the drinks I'd prepared, and took a seat across from him.
"You're hot, huh?"
"Yeah... it's July, seriously brutal out there."
"I sweated a bit coming up too... Oh, and feel free to speak casually."
"Ah, haha... you sure?"
I kept the small talk going to drag out the time. Partly to loosen him up, but mostly to cut down on actual fucking time.
Customers get exactly one hour. They usually want to use every second to get their money's worth. But if I let that happen, I'm the one who suffers.
So I steer the conversation into pointless chit-chat to whittle away the clock. Plus, some suckers get satisfied just from "intimate" talks with an OP girl and leave without sex, acting all cool. They're probably the types who can't get close to women in real life—happens occasionally.
"Smoke?"
"Nah..."
"Mind if I smoke one and wash up?"
"Uh... go ahead."
I wasn't a smoker before, but I picked it up here. Another time-killer trick.
"Hoo... phew."
As I puffed away, dragging out the nonsense, he drops the question that kills my appetite.
"So, what made a girl like you get into this?"
My least favorite question.
"Why?"
"I mean... you could do camgirl stuff with that face. Not that I'm complaining."
"Too much hassle with the attention and trolls. I don't think I could handle selling my face."
Truth is, when my debts were piling up, I considered camming but got too lazy. Here, I make 400-500k a day—800-1000k a month if I only work weekdays. No taxes, just straight sex... way easier, honestly.
"Anyway, I haven't been doing this long. About a month?"
"For real? Wow, you're a newbie?"
It's two months, but fresh meat sells better, so lip service.
"No one you know has shown up yet, right?"
"Ah, haha. Nope."
Truth is, I'm paranoid about running into someone I know. Like a guy from uni on military leave, popping in for a quick nut, and boom—we lock eyes. I was kinda famous as the aviation department goddess during the semester.
If a customer like that showed... dizzying just thinking about it.
"Mm... uh, should I wash up first?"
"Already?"
"No, time's already..."
Drinks and chit-chat ate up 15 minutes, just like I planned. Shower adds 5-10 more. Leaves 35 for the main event.
"I'll go first, then you hop in when I'm out. I'll be prepping."
"S-sure? What about showering together?"
"...Sounds good."
He's fidgety because he ordered the two-shot option. Basically, two loads in an hour. Most guys that age can't reload after one, unless they're young.
Overconfident types like him order it, then fumble and run out of time. One hour's tight; 35 minutes? Free money.
I stripped off my fishnets in the bathroom, going full nude. He was already there, clothes flung everywhere, dick dangling as he stood awkwardly. Couldn't hold back—hands on my body.
"Damn... no wonder the 10k extra. Everything's got a reason."
"Hehe. Killer figure, right?"
"Yeah... fuck, insane."
Excited Strawberry Nose stroked me, pure awe.
"Waist size? Hips?"
"Everyone asks. 22 inches, 38."
"No way... and tits this big?"
"Hey... after we wash... ah!"
He grabbed my breasts, fiddling with my nipples. Electric pleasure zinged through—nipples perked right up.
"Ahn... so eager."
"Can't hold back."
His hand dives between my legs. I grabbed his wrist, play-acting resistance, but no dice.
"Haa... haa... can I finger you?"
"Ah... gently..."
Sucker paying 400k an hour—I'll indulge.
Middle-aged finger plunges in. Squish-squelch—my juices (not from him, but still) coat it slick. His red nose flushes deeper.
"Whoa... you're soaked."
"Shut up... wash already."
I stifled a moan, turned on the shower, squirted body wash on the loofah, and scrubbed us both.
Then disposable toothbrush with paste. "Brush while I wash you."
"O-okay."
Guys his age always have shit breath. Corporate types, wrecked guts from booze and dinners. Stays no matter how you scrub.
Normal talk distance hides it, but huffing over you? Killer. So mandatory brushing, then foam his whole body with hands and mine.
My slick 20s skin gliding over him in bubbles... not bragging, some blow their load here!
Strawberry Nose was rock-hard already—thrilled.
"Ahh... wanna go at it right here?"
"Too slippery, no thanks."
Lots try pouncing here, but slippery floors mean head cracks or thrown backs—I pass.
After him, I rinse. Mirror check: damn, this body's sculpted.
===== "STD test?"
"Y-yeah... here."
30 minutes left post-shower. Desperate for two loads, but I meticulously checked his 12-panel before bed.
"Phew... too pretty."
"Thanks."
Shower got him raging—I gripped his cock lightly, kneading. Precum gushed.
"Uh-uh... ngh."
"What? Gonna cum already? Nooo~"
Nasal coquetry. 400k a pop—might make him a regular.
Annoyed by his leers in the elevator, but business is business.
"Oral time. Heehee."
Spit on the throbbing dick, quick warm-up strokes, hair aside—sucked the hot shaft.
"Mmph... slurp... chuuup."
"Hngh... ah... gonna cum."
"Mmmph."
Sucked deep, tongue swirling urethra and glans. Bet it feels like a wet tentacle probing—prostate soaking. Never been a guy, but his twitching was delicious.
Plus... his dick was decent. Expected floppy geezer, but solid rigidity for his age. Most 40+ go soft quick and short.
He held up well.
Sucking got me heated too—craving it. Pulled off, tongue out, slutty voice.
"Haa... haa... here for no-con creampie, right? C'mon, flood me with your baby batter..."
"...!"
My lewd aegyo had his face strawberry-red. Full throttle since shower, he pounced as I lay back—spread my legs, slammed in rough.
"Haa... haa!"
Panting hard, mounted me, pounding wildly...
Ah! Being pinned down feels sooo good♡
Stranger crushing me, ugly middle-aged dude. Not my type at all—I like ripped macho gym bros.
But... that taboo thrill? The weird rush of getting railed by someone I despise.
You dare fuck me?
Ridiculous, but it amps the excitement. Me, young hot 20-something, crushed for cheap by some average loser I look down on... I don't get myself, but once ignited, no stopping.
So I snake my long legs around his waist, squeeze tight, whisper:
"Haa... haa! Ahn... breed me with your cock juice, Uncle... haaah...!"