Strawberry Nose Uncle and Regular Client's 2:1 Threesome
I started working at the Hew Office-tel around mid-June? That's almost a month and a half now. If I worked about twenty days a month for three hours each, that's roughly ninety hours total.
Assuming one guy per hour, that's a simple ninety men, even without overlaps. "...Holy shit. Have I really sold my body to that many people?"
Of course, there are the repeat regular clients, so subtracting duplicates... maybe around seventy unique ones? That's how many men I've spread my legs for in exchange for cash so far.
Out of those seventy, about forty even paid the extra 100,000 won for no condom creampies on top of the STD test requirement... Thinking about how over forty loads have flooded straight into my womb makes me burn with shame, but it also gives me this itchy, tingly thrill down below—like I've truly become a cheap whore. Contradictory, right?
I play the haughty, high-class bitch in public to boost my value and manage my image, but behind closed doors, I sneak off to some dingy OP corner and let myself get trashier and trashier... And then I get turned on by watching myself degrade like that. I have no idea why this self-destructive urge keeps bubbling up.
These days, normal sex with a proper boyfriend I actually date feels tame compared to the raw excitement of whoring out my body to total strangers. Why is that?
"What if I get caught? What if that guy's one of my Instagram followers? Or a student from the same cram school?" It's the thought that always creeps in while I'm lying naked in the office-tel room, waiting for the next john.
What if someone I know buys me for money? What would happen? No matter how low the odds, the risk of my secret getting out isn't zero percent. This isn't some safe gig.
And hell, it actually happened—my cousin Cheol-gyu Lee found out for real. The risk I thought was practically zero became reality.
Logically, I should've quit right then. After he caught me, I panicked for days, doing whatever he blackmailed me into, taking a break from OP out of sheer terror. I seriously debated quitting for good.
But instead of stopping, I went ahead and OK'd the Manager's wild suggestion without a second thought. "Why the hell did I do that...?" I'm not some slut or pervert. Not just regular prostitution, but agreeing to a gangbang—taking two guys at once per session? What the fuck is wrong with me?
But separate from my rational side, my lower belly kept throbbing with this lewd, pounding ache... like my womb was begging for it.
"Has my body changed?" It definitely wasn't this bad before... But after a month and a half of at least three fucks a day, all filled to the brim with cum from random dudes—has my whole constitution rewired itself? Could my body be mistaking all this nonstop breeding for pregnancy prep?
===== The Manager's proposed new menu—the "gangbang course"—breaks down like this...
Most OPs run the standard: one guy per hour, one creampie per hour. That's the basic "session."
Guys can pay extra for a two-shot in that hour—up to two loads—or extend to ninety minutes for the same. That's the usual upgrade.
But apparently, even at my outrageous 400,000-won base rate, the three-hour daily cap means reservations are always booked solid, backed up for days. (Normal girls top out around 300,000 even at premium.)
Whatever that regular client posted about me, it drew a flood of guys dying to fuck me despite the price...
Still, three sessions max a day caps me at 1.2 million. So why not flip it—instead of more time, cram more customers per hour? Like two guys at once per session to skyrocket revenue.
But two in an hour would wear me out, and they'd get no bang for their buck. So the pitch: make it ninety minutes per session for two guys together.
Bump the base from 400,000 for sixty minutes to 500,000 for ninety—slight discount. Creampies? Unlimited within time. Pure profit math-wise, but the catch: I have to satisfy two men's lust for a full hour and a half.
Sometimes even one guy solo leaves me wrecked—now two at once? Unlimited rounds? We agreed to trial it, so I said OK...
"Haa... fuck... what is this?"
I've showered clean and I'm waiting, but I'm trembling with nerves... just like my OP debut. Gangbangs are a first for me, after all.
"Ugh... so tense..."
I kneel at the entrance in my hall robe, waiting. My gut's twisting with anticipation, toes tingling electric—driving me insane.
Then the door lock beeps. No bell or knock anymore—the Manager says it risks noise complaints, so clients get the code upfront.
Still kneeling, I bow low in dogeza to the two guys walking in and whisper softly, "Welcome home, Masters."
"Gasp..."
My geisha-style hall robe sold it perfectly. Ass high, forehead to the floor—guys eat that shit up, 99 out of 100 get rock hard.
One dogeza done, I lift my head still kneeling. Just as the Manager said—both familiar faces.
One's Strawberry Nose Uncle, who made me do voyeur play his first time. Only his second visit, and sharing a hole with a stranger has him looking uneasy.
The other's my top Regular Client—thirteen visits, the asshole who filmed and leaked me, sparking this whole mess. He acts chill and gentlemanly as always.
"Long time no see, haha."
But his post flashes in my mind—the title: Super-premium OP slut I fucked yesterday, ST?
Content starting: Fucked this OP bitch yesterday, goddamn 400k pussy is top-tier prime meat. All prim and proper in person, but online he treats me like a filthy cumrag. People are trash.
He probably thinks I never saw it, so he keeps up the suave act... while secretly seeing me as a walking cumdump, meat toilet, ambulatory onahole. Whatever.
I play along, no point calling him out.
"Oh, Oppa~ Long time no see. Where've you been?"
"Just a week... You missed me that much?"
"Yeah. We click so well, you and me."
Pro mode: I hook his arm and lead to the table. Flirting shamelessly with a guy who thinks of me as a deranged whore-slut, premium cum-bucket... I'm the worst, but it turns me on more, my pussy getting slick without me even trying.
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"Drinks, boys?"
"Yeah, Sol's Eye for me."
"I... I'll just have water."
Regular Client's comfy after all our times; Strawberry Nose Uncle's tense for his second visit/first 3P. I play familiar to loosen him up.
"Oh, you're the Oppa from before, right? That time we were mid-fuck when time ran out and Regular Oppa walked in. How'd you two end up together?"
"Ah, haha... Tried booking after that day, but always full, Manager said. Was gonna give up, then he mentioned the threesome event—asked if I wanted in."
Turns out, amid the booking frenzy, the Manager hand-picked and paired them lottery-style. Lucky draw: these two.
"Haha, I was thrown that day too... Nice to see you again."
"Ah... yeah... ha, haha..."
They're awkward, not knowing each other. I chat to ease it.
"So... Oppas... This is my first threesome. You guys have experience?"
Thirties and fifties, but I call 'em Oppa—no pride, full aegyo.
"Nope."
"Me neither."
"Whoa, all three of us newbies?"
"Guess so, haha..."
"No waaay... Thought you pros signed up."
"W-well... Might not get another shot at booking."
"Oh... So not like you wanted to try?"
They glance; Regular speaks first. "Well... I kinda did wanna try. Actually met this guy outside, chatted a bit."
"No way! Oppa, that's your kink?"
I already knew—from his post trashing me like a cheap slut. Normal facade, who knows his real perversions.
"Wanted two girls, but two guys... eh. Curiosity won. Heh."
Strawberry Nose scratches his thinning hair, sheepish grin.
"Got it... STD papers?"
"Of course."
"Here..."
"Both going no condom, huh..."
Ninety minutes of raw pounding from both nets me 600,000 each—1.2 million total. But back-to-back creampies means the second guy's dipping in the first's load...
"Ugh... Not my problem, but still."
Funny—they both grimace, same thought.
I stand, slip off the kimono, bare my pale body, beckon with a finger. "Shall we... all shower?"
They stare, mesmerized. Following my gesture like entranced kids—feels like the pied piper luring them away.
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"Ah... too fast..."
"Haa... haa... Can't hold back anymore?"
Problem: My naked body revs them up—they lose it in the bathroom, groping everywhere.
Regular acts so refined one-on-one; now both sandwich me front-back, hands roaming wild, cocks raging.
"Fuck, your skin's so smooth..." Strawberry Nose grinds his stiff dick between my ass cheeks.
"Held off jerking for a week."
"For real?"
"Yeah... Can you suck it?"
Regular prods my belly with his sword-stiff cock. Chills hit me.
Already ignoring me, groping freely in lust haze... Once the main event starts, what'll these two do? Terrifying... but scalp-tingling excitement, like a live wire.
"Hey, still showering."
Need to vent some steam. Sandwiched between cocks, I pick longtime Regular—kneel on cold tile, blow him with my hundred-plus-dick-honed skills.
"Haa... haa... fuck, so good..."
Seconds in, his cock twitches in my mouth, ready to burst. Tongue tastes bitter pre-cum overload.
...Am I... really... a total cumrag slut?