Probation Day 1 - 11: A New Home, A New Housemate
With Song-ah's gentle touch soothing me, I let all the tension drain from my body and sank completely into her. I let go of the safety bar I'd been gripping for dear life and reached instead for her thighs, kneading that smooth, resilient skin with my fingers as I spoke.
"You can talk a little more casually with me. Honestly, I'd prefer it."
"Yes. Understoo.. I mean, got it."
Song-ah's voice grew softer, her speech smoother than it had been at first.
"Ahh~. But, um, is it okay if I ask you something like this?"
"Ask me anything at all."
"The piercings and the tattoos... how should I put this. Did you get them after coming here?"
"No. I got the piercings before receiving Meeting management, and the tattoos too — though I got a cover-up done as part of it."
"A cover-up tattoo?"
"A tattoo done to hide an old one. What I had before wasn't considered appropriate for someone receiving Meeting management."
"What was it, then?"
Song-ah, who had been answering right away, hesitated this time.
"Ah~ well... my previous owner's name."
"Previous owner?"
"It's not a pleasant story. Should I... tell you?"
"If you're okay with it, Song-ah, I'd like to hear."
She took a steadying breath and began.
"I'll keep it as brief as I can. My dad died in an accident when I was little, and my mom remarried — but the stepfather I ended up living with was not a good man. He'd hit me at the drop of a hat."
"God! That bastard."
"Yes. Thankfully it didn't last long. One day I came home from school and the house was a wreck, and my mom and stepfather had vanished. The police came while I was there alone, completely at a loss. Apparently my stepfather had committed some kind of fraud and fled overseas with my mom in tow. I stayed at the station with the officers until someone from the BS Foundation noticed me. Oh — the BS Foundation is an organization run by the company. That's how I ended up living in a welfare facility the Foundation operated."
Startled by her story, I cut in.
"Don't tell me the facility did this kind of thing to the kids there?"
"Pfft. No, nothing like that. I attended school quite comfortably at the facility. When I got bullied at school, the Foundation's lawyer would come out, protect me, and dress down the kids responsible. The other kids living there were supportive too. Even when I couldn't hold back my lust and was caught masturbating in my room by one of the staff, they just told me it was understandable and gave me a warning."
"Ah, good. That's a relief, at least."
"Then I graduated high school and left the facility when I started university. The Foundation even promised to support me until I graduated college. But during the summer break of my first year, I met the previous owner I mentioned. I thought it was love — to him, I was just an entertaining toy. In the end, he had me sell myself to strangers and took every last won for himself. That's when I got the piercings and tattoos too. Later on, he told me he was going to sell me off somewhere for money."
"And then?"
"Thankfully, a teacher from the welfare facility came to check on me, figured out my situation, and protected me — so I was never sold. With the Foundation's help, we got him sent to prison. I thought everything would go back to normal once he was gone, but it didn't. My developed erogenous zones were the problem. I was struggling all on my own when the company reached out. So I made my choice. If I'd stayed as I was, I'd have dropped out of university and ended up in some red-light district somewhere. With the company's support I could live comfortably through college and even take care of my sexual tastes — for me, nothing could be better than this. Whew~ that got long, sorry."
"I see. You've been through a lot. About those sexual tastes, though..."
"Seeing it for yourself will help you understand better than me explaining. The tattoo carved in front of me was the old one removed and redone fresh, but the one above my butt — it's a cover-up, yes, but it never actually covered the original letters. You'll know the moment you see it."
"You don't mind if I look?"
"Of course not. Please stand up for a moment."
I rose and moved to the end of the tub, turning to sit back down as Song-ah lifted herself, gripped the rim of the tub, and bent forward. When she braced on her knees and raised her hips, the upper curve of her rear emerged from the water. I leaned in to examine the tattoo there.
The tattoo sitting just above the crease of her ass looked like a tangle of interwoven curves, but the overall shape was a long oval lying sideways. Up close, though, something strange caught my eye. Rough, cruder linework sat at the center, distinct from the delicate tattoo surrounding it. Tracing the design slowly, I began to make out hangul — letters I could actually read.
"Cum...dump...ster..."
"Aahng~ that's right."
As I read it aloud and ran my finger along the tattoo, Song-ah answered with a soft moan. If you weren't looking carefully, the swirling lines wrapping the letters made them hard to make out — but once the words leapt into view, they were impossible to unsee.
"I'm a cumdumpster. A receptacle for your seed. I can't go a single day without cock on my mind. Hnngh~ even before I joined the company, my pussy itched so badly I couldn't sit still for a moment. Haahk~ so feel free to use me however you like~."
As she spoke, Song-ah slipped her right hand between her legs and spread her pussy open. The cumdumpster tattoo, and beneath it her glistening, dew-soaked folds. The moment I laid eyes on them, my cock sprang to full mast. I couldn't hold back any longer — I lunged at her.
"Ah! Ahang~"
Splash~ splash~!
I grabbed her hips and pressed my aching erection straight against her pussy. Like a rutting dog in heat, I jabbed blindly at her entrance — until Song-ah, leaning forward, reached back with her right hand, took hold of my cock, and guided it to her hole herself.
The instant I found her opening with her help, I buried myself to the hilt in one thrust.
"Ahhk~ aaahhk~! You're so rough~!"
Slap~ splash~ slap~
Smack~! Smack~! Smack~!
As I started pistoning into her, Song-ah braced both hands against the rim of the tub. I gripped her waist and rocked her hips back and forth, fast and hard. Thankfully there was a non-slip mat along the bottom of the tub, so I could move without slipping.
Her enormous breasts swayed half-submerged in the water, and even from beneath her — even with her bent over — they were visible from above. Just how big were they?
"Aaahk~! Ah! Ah! Aaahk~. Slower, please, just a little... Aaahk~ hahk~!"
Chueolssok~ chueolssok~
Smack~! Smack~! Smack~! Smack~!
Pounding into her like a beast, I found myself burning out after a few minutes — winded before I'd even come. I'd thrown myself at her at full throttle from the start, and my stamina simply couldn't keep up.
"Hnng! Hh~! Haah~."
Exhausted, my body collapsing forward, I draped myself over her back. Even as I panted for breath, my hips kept twitching, driving my cock into her again and again. I slipped a hand into the water and kneaded her breast, lifting that half-drowned globe from below, feeling its heavy weight in my palm.
When my thrusting weakened, Song-ah spoke up.
"Hnnh~ one moment. This time I'll get on top. Hahk~!"
As she raised her upper body, I straightened up too.
"Just stay right where you are."
Still buried inside her on my knees, hips raised, I turned slowly around. Song-ah held onto my ass, helping me rotate — though really, her grip was what kept my cock from slipping out of her.
Our legs tangled a bit and knocked against the tub walls, but we managed. Once I'd turned a full 180 degrees, I was facing the opposite end, able to lean back against the tub in comfort.
When I sank down until the water reached my neck, Song-ah followed, still clutching my cock with her pussy as she settled onto my lap. She pressed my legs together and straddled them from outside, then began moving slowly up and down in a squatting motion. Her ass stayed submerged while her upper body rose above the water, and every movement made the water slosh loudly.
Chul~ssok! Chul~ssok!
Pok~ pok~ pak~ pak~
Watching the cumdumpster tattoo that had set me off, along with her huge ass swallowing and releasing my cock right before my eyes, my cock readied itself to erupt once more. Song-ah's pace quickened, driving me deep into her core, her inner walls clenching hard around me, milking every inch.
Chulssok! Chulssok! Chulssok! Chulssok!
Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat!
"Aaang~ ahang. Aaang~ aaah~"
"Hnng. I'm gonna... gonna cum. Hnng~"
When I thought about it — starting from the theater, then Jiyeon's punishment, then everything Song-ah had done to me before we got in the tub — my cock had been teased relentlessly for hours without release, left aching and desperate.
Chulssok! Chulssok! Chulssok!
Pat! Pat! Pat!
"Cum for me. Aahh~ please pour your seed into Song-ah's dirty little slut pussy, hngh~! Aaang!"
"Hnnngh~!"
At her filthy words, I couldn't hold back a second longer. My cock erupted.
"Ahang~ it's coming in~. Your thick, hot seed, hngh~ it's flowing straight into Song-ah's womb~. Haah~."
Tsak! Tsak! Tsak! Tsak!
Song-ah churned her hips in quick, short strokes, milking every last drop from me. She repeated that motion over and over, wringing the remaining cum out of my cock until it went limp inside her.
"Haah~. Haah~."
I draped my arms over the edge of the tub and let my head fall back, breathing slowly, savoring the afterglow. Song-ah, still swaying her hips gently, asked carefully.
"Shall we get out now?"
"Yeah, sure."
"You can lie down on the air mattress when we're out."
Song-ah rose first, plugging her pussy with her hand. I gripped the safety bar, hauled myself up, and stepped out. Once I was clear, she let go and brought the escaping cum and her own juices to her mouth, licking them off her fingers — tongue stretched out long as she lapped the pussy-drenched seed from her palm like it was a delicacy. Then she gave herself a quick rinse and climbed out after me.
While I was sprawled half-sideways on the air mattress, Song-ah came over carrying a translucent cylinder.
"Please lie on your stomach, resting your head on the pillow section."
I rolled over onto my belly, and she popped open the cylinder's lid and poured its contents over her own body. It felt sticky and slick — massage oil, by the look of it.
Drenched in oil from head to toe, Song-ah climbed onto my back.
"It's food-grade oil, so just relax and enjoy."
Then she planted her hands on the mattress and began an oil massage with her whole body.
"Ahang~! Aah~~. Ahang~."
She glided up and down my back, rubbing her breasts and pussy against my skin, her arms and legs wrapping around me so her chest did the work. The oil felt entirely different from the foam — it moved silkily, yet clung in a way the bubbles hadn't. Add in her warm, plush breasts, and it was sheer heaven.
Hahk~! Aang~~. Haah~.
With Song-ah's moans as my background music, I luxuriated in the oil massage for a good five minutes.
"Now please roll over onto your back."
She rose, dipped into the oil cylinder again, and slathered her body generously.
The moment I lay back, Song-ah climbed on top of me once more, pressing her chest against mine as she leaned down.
"Enjoy yourself."
She slid her body up, down, left, and right across mine. Her stiffened nipples dragged against my chest, and every time her nipples grazed mine, pleasure spiked through me. I couldn't hold back the moans each time.
"Hnngh~!"
"Hng~! Haah~~! Aang~!"
Then she swung a leg over my left thigh and lifted herself upright. Her pussy naturally came to rest against my thigh, her plump outer lips parting as if her cunt were giving my leg a soft bite.
She massaged down my thigh with both hands, sliding all the way to my calf, then worked back and forth from ankle to thigh, grinding her pussy against my leg as her hands kneaded the muscle. After several passes, she switched to my right leg and did the same.
Next she climbed up over my pelvis, lifted my half-erect cock, and sat down with it cradled beneath her. She bent it upward toward my navel and pressed it flat against my stomach — and looking down, I saw her pussy lips gently clamped around my shaft.
"Ahhk~."
"Hnng."
Slowly she began rocking back and forth, her slick folds traveling from the base of my shaft all the way up over the crown and back down. Lubricated by the oil, her soft, meaty lips enveloped and stroked me in long, teasing sweeps.
Her full weight pressed down on my cock, but wrapped in that yielding softness, it didn't hurt at all. On the contrary — the firm pressure of her riding me had me harder and hotter than ever.
"Nngh~!"
"Aang~. Ahang~~ so good. Aang~"
I lifted my head from the mattress pillow and looked down. When Song-ah slid upward, my crown disappeared beneath her pussy; when she slid down, it emerged from under her glistening lips. Her piercings sparkling above it all only stoked the fire further.
"Hah! Hnngh~."
If I came again now, that would already be my fourth time today — and the third had been barely ten minutes ago. Was that medicine really this effective?
I'd never come four times in a single day before, but whether my cock refusing to die down was thanks to the drug or the environment, I honestly couldn't tell yet. After all, it was my first time ever being in a place where I could have sex with three gorgeous women whenever I wanted.
Even as my mind wandered, Song-ah kept up her steady rhythm, stroking my cock with relentless patience — and my cock sent me another unmistakable signal that it wanted to burst.
It was the mounting pressure of an incoming climax that yanked me out of my wandering thoughts.
"Hngh~! I'm cumming again. Hng!"
At my words, Song-ah slowed her motion and bore down harder with her pussy, as if wringing the cum out of my cock by force. My cock erupted, spraying toward my stomach.
Spurt~ spurt~ spuuurt~!
Even as I fired, Song-ah moved with smooth, practiced grace, milking every pulse from me. My seed splattered in a wide swath from my navel up to my chest.
"Haah~ haah~."
While I was still gasping for air, Song-ah slid her body down to my knees, then draped herself over me. Taking my wilting, cum-dribbling cock in her hand, she popped it into her mouth.
Shurp~ shuuup~.
"Hah!"
Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked with astonishing force, drawing out even the last remnants of seed still lingering in my shaft. Then she rose slowly, sticking out her tongue, and began licking up the cum splattered across my stomach.
Lick~! Laaap~. Lick~!
She went over each splatter again and again, leaving not a trace behind.
Even with the trail of hair some call a happy path leading down from my navel, she paid it no mind whatsoever, lapping at my belly like a cat. She even dipped her tongue into my navel, then pressed her lips to it and sucked.
"Haah~ hah."
Lick~! Laaap~. Lick~!
Sliding upward all the way to my chest, she cleaned up every last drop.
When the final taste of cum was gone, she lifted her head and met my eyes.
Gulp~.
Then, with a bright, sunny smile, she swallowed everything in her mouth.