Chapter 39: Passing Around the Cumrag Whore Yeon-woo
As Master Wonhyo once said, sex arises from the mind. To be precise, it meant that psychological pleasure is just as crucial as physical sensation.
And the OP client known as Strawberry Nose Uncle—or rather, the middle-aged man named Kang Dae-ho—was now at the peak of both physical fuckability and psychological conquest.
"Hngh... haaah... ah, ahit!"
"Feels good? You love it, don't you? Getting fucked by two guys at once turns you on so much!"
"Hiiik... y-yes, it feels so good... ahit!"
The woman pinned beneath his belly. Known by the pseudonym 'Yeon-ah' on the OP site, but according to this regular client who saw her often and knew her real name, she was Yeon-woo—a utterly insane, vulgar whore bitch.
"Fucking delicious... shit...!"
This seductive demon. With her massive white tits that his hands could barely wrap around, a wasp-thin waist, and hips wide enough for perfect impregnation and birthing—this fox had him feeling so good that curses spilled out involuntarily, his hips thrusting faster and faster until he could barely hold back, shaking his lower body uncontrollably.
'Fucking bitch, tits so goddamn huge...!'
In crude terms, a body optimized for pregnancy or breeding. And it wasn't just the figure—the quality of her pussy itself. A chewy, grippy fuckhole with tight walls packed full of inner ridges, plus a flood of slick juices that made it an exquisitely sensitive masterpiece.
His wife, who'd borne him two sons and lived with him for over twenty years, had entered middle age and turned their sex life sexless five years ago. At his age, without proper sex, he'd been piling up desire bit by bit—and now this woman let him dump it all out without a drop left behind.
"Haa... haa! This fucking cunt's squeezing so tight... ngh!"
Beyond the physical bliss from that chewy fuckmeat, this bitch satisfied his mental cravings too—she was a living aphrodisiac.
For starters, her face was top-tier, easy on the eyes. Pretty girls usually knew their worth and acted accordingly, jacking up prices like it was nothing. But this one was way more aggressive than your average whore.
"Haaang! Ahng! Ah! Ah! Aaaah!"
Her moans weren't the fake, performative crap from other whores. They were real—she was genuinely trembling, her body shaking as two men took turns pounding her and slapping her ass raw. Hell, she seemed to cum harder now in this gangbang than she did one-on-one.
With a face like that, she could be some corporate bigwig's expensive mistress. But he got why she spread her legs for random OP customers instead. Only a true slut who came for real while selling her body to strangers could pull it off.
"Aaaahh!! I'm going crazy... ah, aaang... harder, fuck me harder...!"
"Kukuku... you crazy bitch."
So Kang Dae-ho was beyond satisfied. When the manager first suggested sharing a girl 2:1 with another customer, he'd been inwardly pissed. But damn, it was worth putting up with sharing one whore—the pleasure was off the charts.
The only thing he still couldn't get used to was the gross sensation of their dick juices mixing inside the same pussy.
"Haa... haa... gonna cum..."
His body shuddered violently as he blasted his load deep into the whore's grippy depths, but it was already so slick from the regular client's cum still coating the inside. His fresh jizz mixed with the other guy's, oozing out together in thick rivulets.
And since they hadn't scooped out the first load before pounding again—ramming it like mad with his cock—it churned inside her pussy like meringue batter, turning into a super thick, sticky cum foam.
"Haa... haa... fuck."
Pulling out, that dense cum meringue clung to his cockhead's ridge and trailed out with it—
"Damn, that's four loads, huh? Holy shit, it's pouring out."
The regular client watching from behind was shocked at the sheer volume. No wonder—he'd dumped four straight loads inside without ever pulling out the cum first. Massive amounts of dick juice mixed with her drenched pussy nectar like a cocktail, foaming up as it spilled.
That lewd batter of cum and juices trickled stickily down Yeon-woo's ass crack, coating her cheeks and thighs in a glossy sheen.
"Holy shit... insane... mind if I film this, Yeon-woo?"
"Hngh... hnght."
Without waiting for a proper answer, the regular whipped out his phone to capture the vulgar, obscene sight. Yeon-woo, who'd been spun around by two men nonstop and cum god-knows-how-many times without a break, could only whimper like a beast—no strength left to refuse as her pink pussy got filmed in full.
While the regular spread her legs to film the cheese-fondue-like cum oozing out, Kang Dae-ho cleaned his still-grimy cock—smeared with another man's cum foam.
How? "Suck."
"Mmph... glrk!"
Forcing it into the panting, sprawled Yeon-woo's mouth for a cleanup blowjob.
"Haa... haa."
Her eyes half-rolled back, but she slurped his filthy cock—coated in both men's loads and her own juices—spotless, then swallowed every drop of that nasty slime.
That's when the regular made a request. "Hey, mind spreading her open for a sec?"
"Huh? This?"
"Yeah, like that..."
He seemed to have a filming fetish, his eyes gleaming with intense arousal as he asked Kang Dae-ho to grab the slut-whore's pussy and spread it wide with both hands.
With his cock still parked in Yeon-woo, Kang Dae-ho twisted around, forced her legs apart, and yanked the labia open. Her pink entrance gaped wide, revealing the inner folds clearly.
"Alright... Yeon-woo? Gonna scoop some out from inside?"
The regular's fingers plunged into her splayed-open pussy, scraping around—
"Eh? Y-yes... scoop... ahk! Aaaang!"
Her overstimulated, hypersensitive walls writhed like boiled octopus, her back arching like a bow.
===== Kang Dae-ho, nearing fifty, still had raging libido like his younger days, cumming three times in a row. Stimulated by Yeon-woo the natural aphrodisiac and his first-ever 3P, he'd pushed way past his limits mentally and physically.
"Hoo... hoo... haa..."
His breath came ragged to his throat, but a smug smile spread across his face.
The thirties regular, refusing to lose to a forties guy, went four straight rounds. The men at least got breaks after their turns; Yeon-woo took seven nonstop poundings from both, cumming her brains out dutifully despite it being paid work. Exhausted to the point she couldn't twitch a finger or toe, only faint moans escaped.
In crude terms... her cunt was fucked raw.
"Nngh..."
"Haa... haa... insane."
"Whoa... time's up. One minute left."
Their session: ninety minutes. Long enough, but they'd burned it all thriftily with seven rounds of fucking.
"Ah, gotta bounce."
"Yeah... Yeon-woo? Didn't film your face, so I can upload this to the site like last time, right?"
"...Hnght..."
Yeon-woo couldn't even respond properly, but the regular nodded like he'd heard a yes and hurriedly dressed.
After burning through days' worth of lust in one explosive fuckfest, post-nut clarity hit hard. Funny how the mind works—the porn that had you rock-hard before jerking off suddenly feels like trash you can't wait to close once you're done. Same with this 600,000-won whore: all desire spent, they just wanted to bolt home without looking back.
Plus, awkward as sudden fuck-buddies, the post-clarity shame hit harder since they were strangers.
"Ahem... I'll head out first then."
"Ah, yeah... s-sure..."
As Kang Dae-ho tried to slip out, leaving the totally passed-out Yeon-woo behind—
*Beep beep beep.* The door opened again. The two, embarrassed and shrinking back like they had ninety minutes ago, faced the new pair entering.
"...Uh... h-hello."
"Ah... hi."
The manager had let them in right on time, previous customers or not. Outgoing team and incoming exchanged awkward glances and grins.
"...H-have a good time."
"...Y-yeah..."
Kang Dae-ho glanced back at Yeon-woo, sprawled starfish on the bed, body filthy with cum everywhere. A twinge of pity hit him.
'Damn... no break and straight to another two guys?'
Not true sympathy for a person—more like guilt for abusing a public toy too rough.
To him, she was just a high-end sex doll he'd paid 600,000 won to play with.
===== Kang Dae-ho's son Kang Beom-jun studied past midnight, then heard the front door and headed to the living room.
"Hoo... tough day."
"You're back? Kinda late today."
"Aigoo, my baby boy! Company dinner ran long. How was studying?"
Home sweet home, he ruffled his dutifully greeting son's hair affectionately. At least at home, he was the respected, kind dad.
Son had no clue Dad was late from rolling with a whore at an OP. "Yup! Bumped my mock exam math to 2nd grade!"
"No way? Good job, Beom-jun! Haha, keeping up with academy?"
"Of course."
"That's my boy. Work hard. Not as good as your big bro, but aim for top Seoul uni. Here—pocket money."
"Whoa, thanks!"
Family man at heart, Kang Dae-ho watched his excited son dash to his room with a warm smile.
'This is the joy of raising kids.'
Smart eldest son. Second son not quite as sharp, retaking exams, but polite and well-raised.
Kang Dae-ho rubbed his strawberry nose proudly, recalling his son's cram school.
'Mabong Self-Study Re-taker Academy, was it? Must be good.'