Afterglow
Seong Gaeul's pussy swallowed every last inch of me.
She lifted her head and looked down, her brow faintly furrowed as if it hurt. A few of the women I'd been with before had said the same thing. Cowgirl in particular — they always said it went deeper that way, made it harder to take. I preferred positions I could drive myself, missionary or doggy, over letting someone ride. But right now I wanted to watch this beautiful woman work herself on me.
"Oppa, wait a second... nngh... hah...!"
I held still, fighting the urge to start thrusting, and just watched her. A professional really was different. Unlike the other women I'd been with, Seong Gaeul started rolling her hips almost immediately.
Her ass lifted off my pelvis, and the pleasant weight of her on my hips vanished for a moment. At the same time I felt her inner walls — clamped around my shaft without a sliver of space — begin to move. Her moans broke into short, clipped gasps with every smooth stroke.
"Hngh... nn... ah... ahh...!"
As her body rose and fell, those full breasts bounced along with her, flaunting themselves. There was no way I could just sit there and take that. I reached up and sank my hands into that soft, yielding flesh. I'd felt it earlier, but these breasts were like a drug. I could mash them into any shape I wanted and they'd spring right back — the addiction was instant.
"Haa... nngh... Oppa, do you... hah... like it...?"
In the short time I'd spent enjoying her chest, Seong Gaeul seemed to have gotten used to my size. The frown was gone. She looked down at me and smiled. Seeing that, I started thrusting up to meet her.
"Hah... haah! Wait... nngh... haaahn~!"
The moment I started moving, my cock drove deeper than it had when she was doing all the work. I savored the feeling of sinking in to the root and kept bouncing her on every thrust. A few more strokes timed to her rhythm and she couldn't hold herself up anymore — she folded forward and covered me with her body.
I missed the visual of that gorgeous body, just a little. In exchange, I got to feel every soft inch of her against me. I slid my arms up from her breasts and wrapped them around her, and she started kissing me. A faint mint lingered on her tongue — we'd used the same toothpaste. Her tongue pushed into my open mouth without hesitation. I wasn't about to just take it. I coiled my tongue around the invader, gentle but firm. When I answered her, she slowed down, and our tongues tangled together.
I enjoyed that soft kiss, then started rolling my hips in small, shallow thrusts.
"Mmh— nngh!"
I kept driving up into her until she didn't have the breath left to kiss. Our lips broke apart. A thin string of saliva stretched between us. She buried her face in my shoulder.
Schlick, schlick—
"Nngh! Hah...!"
In the quiet room, the wet slap of skin on skin and her moans filled the air. She'd given me her full weight. Every time I thrust deep, she answered with a moan. It felt like I was a musician, and Seong Gaeul was the instrument.
The soft, relentless squeeze around my cock felt like she was trying to suck me in. I was savoring it when I felt the orgasm start to build. It'd been so long that I was getting there faster than usual. Normally I'd switch positions and hold out, but I didn't want to this time. I held her tight and thrust up even harder.
"Nngh— I'm gonna come."
"Hah...! Nngh! Come just like that, Oppa!"
That was all I needed. I sped up. Her pussy seemed to know I was close — the grip tightened, pulse by pulse. I held the climax back as long as I could, pounding into her in short, rapid strokes, churning her insides. Thrusting from my back like this was starting to make my abs burn, but I didn't care.
"Hah...! Haahn!"
When I couldn't hold it anymore, I grabbed her ass and slammed her down as I thrust up as deep as I could go. I was wearing a condom, but the instinct was the same — bury it as deep inside her as it would go. When there wasn't a sliver of space left between our hips, at the deepest point I could reach, I let go of everything I'd been holding back.
Pleasure flooded my head until there was nothing else.
"Haa... haa..."
After I finished, we just stayed like that, holding each other. Still being connected like that felt good all by itself. Sweat — hers or mine, I couldn't tell — ran down our tangled bodies. Neither of us started it, exactly. We just found each other's mouths and shared a slow, lazy kiss. A soft kiss that said we'd both worked hard. That it was over, and it was good.
We were still riding that afterglow when I softened and slipped out of her.
Pop.
She felt it too. She broke the kiss, smiled a little, and sat up.
"Oppa, hold on a sec~."
I followed her gaze. My cock had shrunk down, and a condom full of cum dangled from the tip. Seong Gaeul carefully peeled it off, tied the end so nothing leaked, and set it on the side table. Then she pulled out a wet wipe and cleaned me off, thorough and gentle.
Ah. That feels good.
The sweat on my skin was evaporating, cooling me down. I just lay there and took it — the cold of the wipe, the careful touch of her hands.
"There. I'm gonna go toss this."
She picked up the tied-off condom in one hand and wiped the table down one more time, then headed for the bathroom with both. I thought she might wash up, but she flushed everything and came right back. She climbed into bed, lay down beside me, and curled into my side.
Even with sweat-damp hair stuck to her face, she was pretty. Looking at that pale, full chest and the rest of her soft body, I felt myself start to get hard again.
"It's a one-shot, so even if you want more, hold it in. Just play with my chest~."
I didn't need to be told twice. My hands went straight to her breasts.
"Ah. That's nice."
The words slipped out before I could stop them. She snorted a little laugh.
"Pfft. I had a good time too, Oppa. How old are you, anyway? Are you even actually older than me?"
"Ah, I'm twenty-four."
"Oh, so you are Oppa. You can drop the formal speech too. I'm twenty-three."
She had a point. I was older and I'd paid — it was a little unfair that I was the only one being polite. I dropped it immediately.
"Mm, alright then."
"Yeah. It's more comfortable for me too. Do you come to places like this a lot?"
"No. This is my first time."
I'd been to a cheap brothel once, but I couldn't exactly say, Well, I did go to a dive once. And an OP really was a first for me, so I said it with a clean conscience.
"Yeah, I could tell from how awkward you were at the start. So you've never done this before — why today?"
"Ah, I've wanted to try it for a while, but I never had the money. Came into a little windfall recently."
"Windfall?"
"You know coins, right? Made some money off coins."
That wasn't a lie, either. Sex Coin was still a coin. Though I had a feeling she was going to take that a different way.
"Ah~ yeah, a lot of people are into coins these days. One of the unnies I used to work with made a killing and quit. How much did you make?"
Coin talk was not a topic I wanted to linger on. Everything I knew I'd picked up last night over drinks with a friend. If I wasn't careful she'd ask me for a recommendation. I changed the subject fast.
"Eh, a decent amount? I just got lucky. Gaeul, right? How long have you been doing this, Gaeul?"
"I started at the beginning of summer... so about half a year? I'm planning to quit at the end of the year."
"End of the year — that's not far. Why? Is the work that rough?"
"Don't even get me started. The number of assholes I get. Guys who don't want to pay and want to go in raw, guys who 'accidentally' try to put it in the back door, guys who come once and then pretend they didn't so they can keep going..."
Her bluntness caught me off guard. My ex had always softened that kind of talk, talked around it. Hearing it laid out like this was... new. Then a thought hit me and I winced a little.
"Uh... so is this — touching you like this after we're done — also being an asshole?"
"Nah, this is fine. A session is an hour anyway. Letting a guy feel me up like this is way easier than having sex nonstop the whole time. And I actually like this part — just lying here talking after. Oh, and some guys finish once, wash up by themselves, and walk right out. That kind of sucks in its own way, you know?"
"Wow. All kinds, huh? How many clients do you see in a day?"
It was a little rude to ask, and I knew it, but I had to. Her partner count was around a hundred and eighty. If she'd been working for half a year...
"Three or four? Today you were my first, so I was supposed to take two or three more..."
I ran the numbers in my head. Half a year was a hundred and eighty days right there. Three or four a day? Even if she only worked every two or three days, the count should have been way higher. And she almost certainly hadn't started this job as a virgin. The math didn't add up. I set the question aside for now and just followed her lead.
"But...?"
"I'm clocking out early today. Honestly I wasn't even going to work. I got here before you did and the room wasn't cleaned. The sheets were on the floor, there was a used disposable toothbrush in the bathroom — see those towels by the drying rack?"
"Those?"
"Yeah. I folded those before you got here. Originally none of them were folded... I hate that kind of sloppiness. I've already gone off on the manager about it once. So when I saw it again I snapped and told him I wasn't working. Then he apologized and said someone had booked me by name since this afternoon, so could I please just take that one. I said fine — just you, then I'm done."
Something in what she said clicked.
She doesn't live here?
I'd assumed Seong Gaeul lived in this room. It was just where she worked. Living somewhere else and working here was obvious when I thought about it, but this place was way nicer than my own apartment. So I didn't think it was that weird that I'd figured she lived here.
I steered the conversation so I could keep running the numbers.
"Ah~ that's a lot of hassle... how many days a month do you work?"
"I only take Sundays off. I work every weekday, and I finish early on Saturdays."
Unless Seong Gaeul was lying about how long she'd been working, the numbers still didn't work.
Does the partner count only go up once per person, even if you sleep with them multiple times?
No. That still didn't add up. In this line of work, even with regulars, you'd get a lot of first-timers. How could it be under two hundred? And she wouldn't have padded the timeline if she'd only just started.
I was stuck in my own head when Seong Gaeul spoke up again.
"Oh! Do you like movies?"
"Huh? Why?"
If I had to pick, I was closer to "not really." I'd gone to theaters on dates when I had a girlfriend. By myself I didn't even watch movies at home, let alone go out. I hadn't seen a single one since I got discharged. The last movie I'd watched was during lights-on hours in the army. It was that famous comedy, I Walk Alone. I think. I'd been trying to sleep, said I wasn't interested, but the juniors wouldn't shut up about how I had to watch this one. I remembered it being pretty funny, actually.
"I'm off for the rest of the day so I've got time, and I was thinking of going to a movie by myself. There's a new one out called We Walk Together — I was gonna ask if you'd seen it, if it was any good."
"We Walk Together? What's that? I know I Walk Alone..."
"Oh, you haven't seen it either? It's the sequel. The first one was a straight comedy, but I heard this one's a rom-com."
The second she said that, something clicked. Hard.