Taming the Insensitive Pussy (3)
"....?"
Im Ye-jin froze mid-motion as she pulled down his pants, blinking slowly. What the hell is this?
Her eyes scanned the object from top to bottom, methodically taking it in.
"....?"
A cock. It was a cock. She'd seen plenty over the years—big ones, small ones, even grotesque ones with balls pierced and studded like some kind of interior decoration job, despite the "no modifications" sign. But this was different, wasn't it?
Even if they brought in the biggest guy from all her past customers, it wouldn't compare to this overwhelming size—not even close to matching it in its flaccid state. No, it wasn't just the size. There was something else...
"Legs up. Aren't you gonna take 'em off?"
"Y-yeah, I will."
She snapped out of it at his words, lowering her paused hands to finish pulling off his pants. But her gaze kept flicking back to his cock.
"Surprised?"
"...Not really."
She was a little shocked, sure—just a bit. But that was it. Size didn't mean pleasure anyway. Having long since abandoned any expectations of enjoyment, she felt nothing beyond mild surprise at this freakish outlier.
"Whoa..."
As she stripped, the man let out an appreciative whistle, his eyes roaming her body from head to toe. It was the same reaction as any other guy. Regaining her full composure, Im Ye-jin headed straight for the bathroom.
The man followed her in. While he brushed his teeth, she silently washed his body without a word. Aside from that one fuck later, it was no different from any other customer's routine. Money was money; she didn't care.
"Hng...?"
Her hands, moving mechanically through the tedious task, paused again. As she soaped up the thick shaft—one hand couldn't even fully grip it—the entire cock tensed and swelled, hardening to full erection in an instant.
Her eyes were stolen once more by this club-like monstrosity that deserved to be called a cudgel more than a dick.
"Not gonna wash it?"
"...I am, so quit rushing me."
She startled at his urging, refocusing as she felt the rigid texture and the bulging, worm-like veins pulsing under her fingers. She finished washing his cock thoroughly, then moved on to his legs.
"Wait outside. I'll be quick."
"Ever had customers who wanna wash you instead?"
"...Yeah."
She frowned slightly at his question. Honestly, it pissed her off. How could it feel good having some guy she felt zero attraction or chemistry with groping and scrubbing her body like it was his playground? But it was part of the service, so she endured it.
Was this guy into that? Annoying, but unavoidable.
"Cool. Rinse off and come out."
Contrary to her assumption, he turned and left the bathroom without hesitation, like he'd gotten the answer he wanted. Just idle curiosity, then. Her killer figure drew its share of clingy types, but this one didn't grope or linger—definitely a decent customer by her standards.
She rinsed off quickly and stepped out. The man was lounging against the headboard on the bed. She sat beside him.
"How do you want it?"
No extra sweet-talk or teasing services from her. If he wanted to fuck, he'd fuck. If he wanted head, she'd suck. No need for emotional labor; the regulars came back regardless.
"Spread your legs."
"Like this?"
She parted her legs as instructed. Without hesitation, he reached in and slid a finger into her pussy.
Squelch...
Her pre-lubed juices coated his finger, making a wet, sticky sound. Prepping her pussy before customers was a hassle, but skipping it risked abrasions inside—essential maintenance.
"Suck it first."
"You know oral counts toward the rounds, right?"
"Yeah."
"Fine, then..."
Better to make him cum in her mouth if she could. She felt zero pleasure from men, so the sensation of a cock pistoning in her pussy was vividly uncomfortable—not enjoyable at all. But this time, maybe pussy would've been preferable.
"Mmm... slurp... schlop... sluuuurp... schlup..."
This cock wasn't just long—it was jaw-achingly thick. She couldn't even swallow half, and though it throbbed in response to her tongue work, there was no telling when it'd blow. If this guy got bored, it'd be exhausting.
"Just get it wet. So it doesn't hurt when I fuck you."
His casual instruction bumped his rating up another notch. Even with her pussy lubed, a dry cock could chafe sometimes. He knew his size and was prepping accordingly.
"Schlurp... slurp..."
She pulled off immediately, licking along the shaft to slather it thoroughly with spit. The last big-dick customer had hurt like hell, so she was meticulous, leaving no dry spots.
"Good. Spread again."
Easy to deal with. She lay back against the bed and parted her legs; he moved right in for insertion.
Squelch...
The massive glans parted her entrance side to side, burrowing inward.
"Hss..."
Im Ye-jin involuntarily sucked in a breath, frowning. Just the head, and the pressure was intense. But that was her problem—he paused briefly at her reaction, then thrust deeper.
"Nngh...!"
The pressure built as it sank in. Different from anything before. Thicker, hotter, deeper. Still no pleasure, though.
"Ooh...?"
Of course.
Her faint flicker of curiosity died as he paused, marveling like the rest. Just like every other guy, thrown off by her tightness. He'd shake his hips selfishly until he came, then done.
Squish... squish... squish...
"Hngh... nn... haa..."
It was grueling. This unprecedented monster filled her guts completely with every stroke, making it hard to breathe.
Squish...!
"Nngh...!"
It plunged deep suddenly, prodding a spot no one else had reached. My cervix...? Big-dick guys grazed it sometimes, but never stabbed it outright like this. The novel sensation was just a bit painful.
He reached down to tease her clit gently, hunting her spot maybe—but if that did it for her, she'd have felt it ages ago.
Squish...! Squish...! Squish...!
His thrusts grew fiercer over time. About to cum? But fifteen minutes in, he showed no fatigue, hips still pumping relentlessly.
Haa...
Sighing openly mid-fuck would get back to the manager, so she swallowed it. Pointlessly huge and boring. Good manners, but tiring in another way. Most guys didn't last ten minutes; fifteen was the max for the endurance freaks. This one was pushing twenty without a sign.
"Hngh... nn... haa..."
She gasped on deep thrusts, twitched when it hit her cervix, exhaled on the outstroke. Just tedious repetition.
Around the twenty-minute mark, his hands gripped her hips tighter, his cock swelling even larger.
Finally gonna cum.
Devoid of pleasure, she sensed his pre-orgasm signs more acutely than most—crystal clear.
Squish...! Squish...! Squish...!
"Hngh...! Hss...! Hngh...!"
Thrusts turned frantic, battering her cervix relentlessly. It stung a little, but end in sight—she focused on steadying her breath.
And finally.
Spurt! Spuuuurt!!
"Nnh... hngh...!?"
Hot. Scalding like a burn, semen blasted in with absurd force.
Spuuurt! Spurt! Spurt!
"Hnnngh...!"
Her hips bucked involuntarily. Creampieing, usually just gross, felt... different this time.
Spurt...! Splurt...! Splurt...!
"Hngh... haa, haa..."
The endless ejaculation finally tapered off. Im Ye-jin panted, slick with cold sweat.
Way too much... It'd leak all day now. With how deep he'd hammered it in, probably nonstop. Irritation bubbled up.
"Hngh...!?"
Before she could catch her breath, it plunged deep again.
What...?
Some guys stayed hard post-cum, sure. But usually they paused. This one barely gave her a gasp before resuming.
Squish...! Squish...! Squish...!
"Hngh...! Hss...! Hngh...!"
The sneak attack disrupted her breathing entirely.
"Hngh, wait—nn, hngh...!"
"Sorry. Feels too good right now—can't stop."
Squish!
"Hngh...!"
Her cervix took another brutal stab mid-reply. The massive cock filled her belly, choking her breath. No chance to recover like this.
Another twenty minutes of this at least... Round two always took longer—minimum twenty, maybe more. She'd tire out fast. He didn't care about her fatigue, just thrusting away happily.
All for his pleasure. Annoying...
Luckily, round two didn't drag. Faster than the first—barely over ten minutes in, the second load hit.
Spuuuuurt!!
"Hrngh...!"
No less intense than the first, semen flooded her fiercely. Unaware, she broke a sweat, hips jerking, toes curling tight.
Spurt! Spuuuurt!
"Haaah, hng...!"
Splurt...! Splurt...!
So hot...
Should've turned on the AC. Room felt stifling. His stupid stamina was wearing her down.
Squish...!
"Heek...!?"
"Added another round, so more's fine, right?"
His nonchalant voice accompanied yet another deep stab.