OP Prostitute Yeon-woo's Day (3)
Actually, my first time was with my tutor.
Ah, back then our family was pretty well-off. This was before Dad's business went under. Anyway... my tutor at the time was a college student at Korea University, the same school I go to now. His hair was always neatly combed, and he stubbornly stuck to that checkered shirt and thick horn-rimmed glasses look that engineering majors love. Ew. He wasn't even that handsome, and his body was scrawny. Hell, he was so inexperienced that virgin me ended up taking the lead.
He wasn't someone I was really attracted to. But he was a med student... and honestly, that made a huge difference. Physically, no sparks, but the prestige gave me this subtle admiration. Plus, I was at that age when sexual curiosity peaks. It wasn't like I desperately wanted to have sex or anything. I just wanted to tease him like those high school girls do with their male teachers—play naughty pranks, you know? Giggling at nothing and slapping his shoulder. Wearing something skimpy to let my scent waft over. Linking arms to rub my breasts against him subtly. Stuff like that.
But that fucking bastard got so horny he actually pounced on me. Lost all reason, didn't even think about the consequences, eyes rolled back like a dog in heat. He mounted my belly and fucked me rough—and even though it was the day my hymen tore, I came so hard that day. Everyone says your first time hurts, but for me, it hurt and felt amazing. I don't know. There's something thrilling about men losing their minds over my body, turning feral. The rush of it. Getting pounded helplessly by a beast in heat, pumped full of hot cum like he wants me pregnant—it's so fucking hot. Just the idea of being crushed under a man's heavy body, reduced to a cum dump, gets me going.
So I begged that guy—my first man—for it every tutoring session. He'd pretend to hesitate, then give in, sucking my huge tits like a rutting dog and mounting me. Until Dad caught us, the tutor got chased off... and that was that.
Maybe because that memory burned so deep... or maybe it's just my nature. Words like "getting fucked," "raped," "violated" send shivers of excitement through me. I'd even masturbate fantasizing about being forced by boys who give me those lecherous looks. Even with boyfriends, I preferred it rough—choking, spanking, dirty talk. That masochistic play was everything. The pampered daughter of a (former) rich family loving such depraved shit... it made me feel ashamed sometimes, disgusted with myself. But instincts don't care. I'd beg my boyfriends for it anyway, mortified.
Weirdly, none of them were into it. And then there are those guys who are totally wrong for me. My type is tall, ripped, handsome—like a chaebol heir. But the opposite: fat, balding toad-like middle-aged guys. The kind of trashy ajusshi I'd never talk to normally, with their crude speech. Yet when one of them rapes me, it's weirdly exciting. God, my head's fucked up.
Even now...
"Hahk... haa... fuck, so tight... ah, tastes so good, bitch! Yeon-woo... haa... haa... Oppa doing good? Yeah?"
Just hearing those sleazy lines, reeking of old-man vulgarity, as Strawberry Nose Uncle climbs on top of me. Me, getting thrilled at being raw-dogged by this guy. I hate that side of myself, but I can't help it.
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"Ah❤... ah❤! Too deep!"
"Heh heh... really?"
As if. For a middle-aged dick, it's decently hard, but it's no third-rate porn fantasy poking my womb. Sure, my pussy's tight, so most cocks feel thick to me anyway, but this average one doesn't even scrape my cervix. It's just professional lip service, but he buys it and puffs up proudly...
"Feels good? Fuck, you love it, huh?"
"Mmm... yeah... Uncle... Uncle's cock... ah! So hard..."
Of course, getting fucked by this pathetic guy still turns me on—and that makes me feel pathetic too.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
My pussy, flooding with juices no matter who's stirring it up. I want to tell it to chill, but I can't control it. Like a bottomless stomach that scarfs down anything. Anyway, I hug the toad-like uncle tight, moaning hotly, whispering in his ear.
"Hngh... ah! Deeper, pound me harder!"
"O-okay... today I'll send you to heaven... haa... haa!"
Most guys who come here have low self-esteem. So I fake it harder (though I do feel it, but I amp it up), praise their performance, and boom—their confidence spikes, they speed up.
"Haa... haa... ugh! Gonna... cum...!"
Then they blow their load. I love that no-condom creampie moment. The customer's eyes wild with lust as he rides the final sprint, panting harder, hips twitching. No, it's not like porn where it burns hot inside. But feeling him strain and throb deep in me... and then some stranger's cum flooding in. Ah, I got perfectly fucked. Violated. That masochistic rush makes my whole body tremble...♡
"Haaangh...!"
That's why my creampie moans are always real.
"Haa... haa."
"Heuk... heuk."
Post-nut, he goes limp, sweat-soaked, collapsing his full weight on me. I bask in the afterglow a bit, then shove the heavy lump off, grab a few wet wipes from the bedside.
"Wait... don't pull out yet."
"Huh?"
"It'll leak if you do."
His sticky cum sloshing inside my pussy. If he pulls out now, it'll gush right from my entrance. So I fold a thick wad of wipes under our joined groins as a precaution, then let him withdraw.
"Mmm..."
His cock slips out, and as expected, a gooey mess pours from between my legs onto the wipes below.
"Haa... haa... shot a ton... for real."
"Feel good, Oppa?"
"Yeah... not just a pretty face—your pussy's a legend."
"Haa... ah... me too."
Quick cleanup, check the clock: 45 minutes down, 15 left. Strawberry Nose glances too, looking bummed.
"Haa... heard you're hard to book, so I splurged on the two-shot... but 15 minutes is awkward."
Obviously, he's no horny teen—he can't just reload instantly. I'm thinking cash for one round is pure profit, but play disappointed.
"Yeah... felt our chemistry too well, gonna miss it, hing."
He buys my act, gets serious, fiddles with his limp, soggy dick like overcooked greens.
"Really? It's tight, but... I'll try."
"Eh?"
"Gonna get it up again... you're so hot, Oppa can do it. Maybe... help with your hand?"
Shit...
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I wanted to brush it off with "more service next time," send him packing. But he paid, so grudgingly, one more handjob.
I kneel, offer my thighs as a pillow.
"Lie here, Oppa."
He obediently rests his head on my thighs. Leaning over to jerk him, my huge tits swing down to his lips. Handjob plus nipple suck—slurp... smack.
"Mmm..."
Full-grown man nursing like a baby. What's it called? Lactation handjob? Anyway, it works...
"Ah... it's... up."
His shriveled middle-aged cock revives.
But only 6 minutes left. Tight.
"Oppa, time's weird—next time, full service."
"When's next? I got rejected 10 times already."
"..."
"I'll cum quick! Doggy this time."
"Okay. Gotta be fast then?"
"Duh!"
But post-first-load middle-aged dick can't finish in 6.
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"Heuk...! Heuk! Hngh!"
"Ahk... ah!"
6 minutes left. Or less—lube, position, already down to 5. Panicking, Strawberry Nose fucks me doggy like a rabid bitch, wild and merciless.
Doggy like animals, no mercy expected—just rough pounding.
"Hngh... ah! Mmm..."
"Haa... haa... haa!"
I try holding back, not to feel it, but the brutality makes me wetter. My tight pussy clenches harder... but his spent cock just spins its wheels, can't finish.
"Haa... you bitch...!"
"Hngh... hngk...!"
Desperate, he just hammers away. Time ticks down, tension kills his shot. Then, 1 minute to go—my phone buzzes.
Screen: Manager. He checks 5 minutes early if next customer's okay; no Kakao reply, so he calls.
"Hey. Why no Kakao?"
"I-it's... hngh! Ah, haven't finished yet..."
"Time's up. Next guy's waiting."
"Still going? Crazy... hang up and send him out."
"Wh-who is it? Ah!"
"Regular client..."
I glance back mid-thrust at Strawberry Nose's deflated face. But me, thrilled at doggy pounding, doesn't want it to end. So...
"Ask that customer... if he can come in even if we're not done?"