Taming the Insensitive Pussy (4)
The "additional" service allowed for one extra ejaculation beyond the specified number of rounds. Most customers didn't even request it, and even among those who did, few could manage three full erections. But with a full two hours on the clock, it wasn't unheard of for someone to squeeze out three loads.
But right away like this? Squelch!Squelch!Squelch!
"Hahk...! Hak...! Hahk...!"
The room felt unbearably hot. Every time he thrust deep inside, hot breaths escaped her lips against her will, and the sensations building from below felt utterly alien.
"Hyawk...!?"
A sudden jolt shot through her like electricity, sparking from her core. The man's fingers were gently teasing her clit again.
"Heuk...! Haht...! Eut...!"
It wasn't pain. As he relentlessly pounded her depths—thud, thud—and rolled her clit between his fingertips, an inexplicable sensation made her hips twitch uncontrollably. His hands clamped down on her waist, locking her in place as if to say she wasn't going anywhere, then he started slamming into her pussy even rougher.
Squelch! Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
"Heugk...! Haht, hahk...! Hak...!"
He drove in with enough force to pierce her womb. Her head spun so badly she couldn't even tell how she was breathing anymore. And before long, the moment of ejaculation approached again.
"Krut...!"
A shallow groan escaped the man, who until now had only breathed in steady rhythm. His rigid glans slapped tight against her cervix and began unleashing his seed.
Spurt! Spuuuurt!!
"Heuguuut...!"
She forgot to breathe, gritting her teeth to endure. She had no idea what she was even enduring—it was all beyond her control.
Spuuurt! Spurt! Spurt!
"Heugit...! Eut...! Heuuut...!"
One moment of carelessness, and obscene noises would pour from her mouth. Even as his hard glans mashed against her womb, semen kept flooding in, heating her belly from within.
Splurt...! Splurt...!
"Ah, hak...!"
Her waist, gripped tight by him, broke free of her control and trembled violently. And as if he had no intention of giving her a break...
Squelch...!
"Haaang...!"
His cock, unyielding and ferocious, began moving again without a hint of fatigue.
"This'll be the last one with the add-on."
"Eugit...! Haaang...! Hahk...!"
Last one? She couldn't think straight. Her head was a dizzy mess from the nonstop pounding inside her.
Squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch!
His thrusts changed. He yanked her hips wide, then churned her depths in every direction—thud, thud—sending her waist bucking wildly with strange noises leaking out. No consideration for her pleasure, just playing with her body however he pleased. And soon enough, his movements turned savage, driven by nothing but the urge to cum inside.
Squelch-squelch-squelch-squelch!
"Eugit...! O, oook...! Hooook...!"
Relentless pounding wracked her insides, drawing out voices she couldn't believe were her own.
Spuuuuurt!!
"O... Oot...!?"
Her belly boiled like a cauldron, a scorching heat turning everything to mush. At the same time, her body—taut to its limit—felt pulled upward somewhere.
Spurt! Spurt!!
"Haaaaang...!"
Something was coming. Her body floated, vision bleaching white.
Splurt...! Splurt...!
"Heeek...! Hek...!"
Just one step from the end. The torrent of ejaculation finally ebbed to a stop. The merciless thrusting halted abruptly. His cock still filled her completely—huge, hard, hot—but utterly still.
"Whew. That was a huge load. Felt amazing. You seemed like you weren't feeling it at first, but I'm glad you enjoyed it too."
"Hahk...! Hahk...! Hak...!"
Her body shuddered uncontrollably, ragged breaths heaving as his casual words brushed past her ears.
'Did it feel good...?'
She didn't know. It was nothing like the sex she'd had before—that much was certain. But was this pleasure? Had she felt pleasure? No clue. She'd never experienced sexual ecstasy, so she couldn't judge if this was it.
'One more time, and I'd know...'
With that thought, Im Ye-jin glanced at the clock on the wall. Thanks to skipping chit-chat and his nonstop pounding, only about an hour and ten minutes had passed. Plenty of time left.
"......"
Her gaze shifted from the clock to the man looking down at her. He was smiling, but she couldn't read his thoughts. She never bothered with the inner workings of regulars, and the men at the opi only showed lust or annoyance at her attitude—nothing worth deciphering.
'Should I ask for one more? No, he's still hard... maybe he won't say no?'
Plenty of customers like that. Guys who paid for one round but begged for another, or finished their two but got hard again during the downtime and whined for extras. Normally annoying pests, but right now, she desperately wished he'd be one.
But against her hopes, the cock filling her insides slid out in one smooth pull.
"Ah..."
It had felt suffocating when he first entered, but now its absence left her feeling emptily hollow.
"Mind cleaning it up with your mouth first?"
As if he couldn't care less what was on her mind, he shoved the cum-and-juice-smeared shaft right in her face.
"Heut...!"
The first thing that hit her was the piercing, musky stench. And its grotesque, slick appearance—nothing like when it was dry. She rarely did cleanup blowjobs, and sucking a mess of mixed fluids was never pleasant. She'd always endured it with inner disgust.
But today, no revulsion at all. If anything, the intense smell and sticky sheen glued her eyes to it.
"Huum... Slurp... Slurp..."
Her mouth filled with slippery juices, dizzying aroma spreading. She started noticing details she'd only thought made her jaw ache before: thick, veiny, rock-hard.
"Slurp... Chup... Slurp..."
Even after cleaning it spotless, she kept sucking. Instinct kicked in—she spotted more juices lower down, slid downward, and slurped the shaft again.
"Smack... Pop, smack..."
'I'm going crazy...'
She couldn't tear her eyes from what would normally be unremarkable. Her lower belly throbbed like a heartbeat, her pussy aching dizzily for it.
His demeanor stayed utterly relaxed, in stark contrast.
"Whew... That was too good. I could go more, but oh well."
No bravado like other men. His cock, even as she finished cleaning and kept nursing it, stayed hot and firm. But he showed no sign of asking for more. Despite the regret in his voice, he leaned back lazily like post-sex guys do, savoring her blowjob.
Normally she'd think, Good, not a pest. But now, his refusal to beg stirred wild anxiety.
What she'd felt had to be pleasure. And that final peak? The brink of orgasm. One more round, and she'd know for sure. Her body had cooled a bit externally, but inside, it still bubbled hot.
Finally, Im Ye-jin flicked her tongue over his cock and murmured cautiously.
"If... if you promise to come back, I could let you go one more time..."
As long as it didn't overrun the time, extras were her call. She'd never done it—never liked a guy enough—but the manager encouraged it for repeat business. "If you feel like it, say something like 'Come back and I'll give you more' to hint at it." This line was straight from that advice.
"Hm... Can't promise that."
"Eh, wha...?"
His totally unexpected reply made her freeze mid-lick.
"It was good, but the price is kinda steep. I came thinking I'd splurge on the premium today since I was here—70,000 won for just two rounds. Can't justify coming back."
Not weird at all. Logical, even. She thought the same of guys blowing tens or hundreds of thousands monthly here—pathetic.
But when she dangled the chance, shouldn't he just play along for one more? No recording, no contract—just a blank check for fun.
"Too bad, but what can you do? It's all about the money. Can't be a cheapskate begging for freebies, right? Sorry, but no."
His perfectly reasonable excuses made her want to slap him.
If he'd fallen for her body like other guys, he might return. But who guaranteed that? His dick was still hard, she'd tempted him straight-up, and he refused.
"Th-then, just one more add-on shot..."
"Nah. Coming here was already a stretch—can't spend more."
So goddamn stingy. No wiggle room, just a flat no.
"Don't sweat it. I got my money's worth, so rest up a bit and calm down. Then we good."
To her, it sounded like a countdown. Once that still-throbbing cock softened, it was over. He'd refused when hard—what chance when soft?
Miss this, and it was gone. Where else would she find a guy like him? Couldn't let him leave.
But how to hold him? Toss pride and beg? Old her would've. But after endless disappointments, that pride had turned to dismissing men as annoyances—and now it held her back.
As she agonized, the rock-hard shaft began softening bit by bit.