Calling the Prostitute Mid-Fuck
While I had my phone out anyway, I figured I'd make a call. Ring ring, ring ring, ring—
"Yes, hello."
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Ji-hwa's voice came through, followed by the sound of flesh slapping against flesh. She was still in the middle of prostituting herself.
"Hey. Just calling to check in."
"I see. How's life treating you these days?"
"Pretty good. Even hired a secretary."
"...A secretary..?"
"Ungh..!"
"Hah..! How many times do I have to tell you to pull out so the next guy can fuck? Get out!"
"Y-yes.. yes ma'am.."
Bang.. Bang! Bang! Bang!
"Sorry about that. But a secretary..?"
"Yeah.. Just told her to handle it since I was hiring an editor anyway."
"..Min-jun, you need to choose a secretary carefully."
"She's smart like you and listens well, so it'll be fine."
"Ah, in that case, I'm relieved. Wasn't jealousy or anything. I was just curious if she's actually competent."
Ji-hwa had only been wondering if the secretary was really up to the task.
"Business going well?"
"Yes. Smoothly. Daily revenue's between 30 and 40 million won."
"How's your pussy holding up?"
"..Not great, honestly. Some discoloration's setting in, and I've heard complaints about it getting loose a few times."
"Ungh..!"
"..Didn't I tell you not to cum on my eyes? That's an extra 30,000 won fine."
"B-but I wasn't aiming for your.."
"The result was cum flying at my eyes. If you won't pay, I'll report it as rape."
"..Yes ma'am.."
Ji-hwa was apparently jerking one guy off with one hand, getting fucked in the pussy by another, and holding the phone with her free hand.
"Wrap up this week, then rest and take care of your pussy."
"Understood."
"Alright~. Hanging up?"
"Yes. Go ahead."
And with that, my call with Ji-hwa ended. I should probably text Min-ji soon too.. but meh, too lazy. Future me can handle it.
Mom had my cock in her mouth from start to finish. She'd swallowed my cum dozens of times and puked some onto the floor too. But even then, she knelt in that puddle of semen and sucked her own son's dick again.
There wasn't much of Mom's body free of cum. After she puked it up, I'd cum all over her. Her hair was matted with it, hard to find its original color, and it dripped down her face. Her clothes were soaked and cum-soaked, and there was a puddle on the floor.
"Phew.. Clean it up yourself."
"Hehe, sure~. How was Mommy's mouth-pussy?"
"The best, Mom.. Next time, I'll use your lower pussy too."
"Sounds good~."
I left Mom to wipe up the cum with a rag and headed out. I'd gotten a text from Su-a saying she'd arrived.
On the way, I stopped by next door and dragged Seolhwa along. I made her wear a dress that showed her cleavage. Easier to grope her bare tits that way.
I kneaded Seolhwa's bare breasts as we walked out front. A white convertible was parked there, Mercedes logo up front, and Su-a sat in the driver's seat wearing sunglasses.
"You made it... Who's that..?"
Su-a beamed at me but froze when she saw me groping Seolhwa's tits next to me. Looked like a girlfriend or someone I cherished.. She hadn't imagined I'd bring someone like that. She'd been hoping for a cozy one-on-one date vibe to score points..
"How rude and disrespectful— I can tell your class just by looking. Min-jun's here and you're still sitting? What nerve!"
Seolhwa, the one whose tits I was groping, scowled and yelled.
"Ah.. s-sorry.."
Su-a sensed she'd fucked up and jumped out of her seat, bowing to me.
"S-sorry, Min-jun.."
"Seolhwa, I'm fine with it—why're you making a fuss?"
"..! My apologies! I overstepped.."
I grabbed her tits to stop her from bowing.
"Don't. Can't grope 'em if you do."
"Of course. Grope away."
"Good."
I played with her soft flesh and chewy nipples as I climbed into the back seat.
...I was hoping you'd sit up front..
Su-a swallowed those words she could never say out loud.
"Seolhwa picked the spot."
"Yes. Set the navigation to 'Flavor House'."
I.. I booked a place too...
Su-a swallowed those words too. No point pissing off Min-jun's inner circle.
Oblivious, I kept kneading Seolhwa's left tit.
"This your car?"
"Huh? No.. Rental.."
"You can rent a Benz? Not too pricey?"
"1.54 million won a month."
"Oh.. Nice. Guess I should just buy one."
"Any brand preference?"
"Eh.. I'll think and let you know."
"Understood."
Su-a choked back tears as Seolhwa stole the conversation. She focused on driving. Any fender-bender, and that woman would probably kill her.
"What's your current assets at, Min-jun?"
"Hm.. Around 80 million won..?"
"...Way less than expected."
"Yeah, I think so too. Make more whores?"
"Starting a company wouldn't be bad."
Oh, a legit prostitution firm? Not bad.
"Sounds good. Throw Ji-hwa in there... Hire some decent girls."
"I'll get it rolling."
"Thanks. All female staff, got it?"
"Yes, noted."
Seolhwa really gets me.
"Su-a, how've you been?"
We were here for her, but I'd been talking to Seolhwa too much, so I addressed Su-a while she drove.
"Ah! Well.. nothing much..? Got fired from my job.."
"You had a job?"
"Yeah.. Just some small company. The section chief tried groping me, so I slapped him and ran. Fired the next day. Ahaha.."
"What'd you live on after?"
"Uh.."
Su-a hesitated, clearly not wanting to say. Seolhwa snapped first.
"You've been rude and arrogant from the start! Min-jun asks, and you dare not—!"
"Hey hey, I meet Su-a for that rebellious vibe, so don't push too hard. Some leeway's fine, but that anger's overkill."
Squeeze.
"..Sorry, Min-jun."
"It's cool. Give me a handjob too."
"Yes!"
Stroke stroke stroke.
Seolhwa pulled out my cock with her right hand and started jerking it up and down. Watching her slender, soft hand work my dick felt like defiling a pure virgin—pure taboo thrill. Well, getting a handjob and tit grope in a convertible was taboo enough.
Pedestrians and guys in nearby cars stared—mostly at Seolhwa. Her doll-like looks, tits being groped (though not exposed), handjob in progress—it was stimulating. One dude was even jerking off in his car.
"Seolhwa, you see that guy jerking to you?"
"....You okay with that, Min-jun?"
"Doesn't bother me. You?"
".......Honestly, it disgusts me. My body's for you alone—feels like he's using it, makes me want to kill him."
"Yeah? Make him stop then."
"Yes. You there jerking off—if you don't stop, I'll shoot you!"
The guy froze his stroking hand at Seolhwa's chilling threat and just ogled her lewd-but-not-exposed figure.
"Looking's fine?"
"Being seen is okay.. but jerking off in front of me? No."
"Got it. I'll watch out."
"..Anything's fine with me, Min-jun."
Su-a piped up like she was fishing for empty houses.
"...I'm okay with it too, actually."
Seolhwa responded in kind..
"..Seolhwa? Didn't you just say it disgusted you? Or did you lie to Min-jun—."
"What..! Disgusting! Utterly revolting!"
"Oh dear, Min-jun.. you okay? Ears not hurting..?"
"Huh..? Nah, fine.."
"Ugh.. sorry, Min-jun.."
Stroke stroke stroke.
"It's fine. This bickering's kinda cute, so I'll let it slide. But no cursing or fighting. Got it?"
"Yes, Min-jun."
"Y-yeah.."
Su-a's heart soared at my words about her rebellious charm being why I met her. Only she could defy Min-jun like that. Keep it up, and he'd keep seeing her. Cross the line, dead—but this chance alone satisfied her.
Stroke stroke stroke.
"Phew.. coming, Seolhwa. Drink it."
"Ah. Glrk!.. Gulp.. gulp.."
Seolhwa's delicate fingers brought me to release in her mouth. She swallowed every drop. Some spilled onto my thigh, and she licked it clean.
"All gone, Min-jun."
"Good girl."
Pat pat. I stroked her head in praise. Her cheeks flushed faintly.
We arrived at Flavor House, Seolhwa's reservation, and headed inside. A pretty female server guided us—I wanted to seat her with us, but Su-a's glare killed the idea.
"What.. you just pick the most sinful acts..! Making Min-jun read the mood..!"
Seolhwa gasped, about to scold Su-a..
"Excuse me, Seolhwa? Min-jun's chill, but his secretary yelling.. doesn't that look weird?"
"Grr.. you..!"
"Don't 'you' me? I have a proper name: Lee Su-a. Min-jun~♡ Sit by me~."
Su-a patted the seat beside her with aegyo.
"No, Min-jun! No good getting close to that.. vixen! Sit across with me!"
Seolhwa grabbed my arm—the one groping her tits.
Su-a tsked softly, then rubbed her tits on my other arm and looked up with big doe eyes.
"...Came to see Su-a today. I'll sit there."
"....Yes.. understood."
Seolhwa deflated into sulk mode again, just like last time.
"Hehe.. Min-jun, you wear cologne? Smells great..♡"
I don't wear cologne? And all I smell is my own cum..
"Thanks, Su-a."
"Hehe..♡"
Su-a undid a button on her shirt, exposing her upper tits. She'd seen me grope Seolhwa the whole ride and knew what I liked.
Squeeze.
"Aang♡"
A fake moan escaped as I grabbed her tit.
"...."
Seolhwa watched with sad eyes.
Why does that slut.. vixen get Min-jun's affection.. So tragic.
I chatted with Su-a while groping her tits. Mostly about her life.
"Didn't know any skills.. just had this body.."
"Knew it. Selling yourself without Min-jun ordering it."
Grind.
Sounded like teeth gnashing beside me.
"Seolhwa, bad at Korean? I said 'just this body'—not 'sold it around'. And aren't you the one who did? An editor's salary doesn't explain your funds.."
Squeeze squeeze.
"I see how worthless your life's been. Editing's a skilled trade—pay matches skill—"
"Ah~. Min-jun! Try this! Sour and delicious!"
Su-a cut her off, feeding me fruit salad by hand.
"..Interrupting? So uneducated."
"Oh? It was for Min-jun... Should I have delayed for you?"
"Guh.. y-you could just.. not say it..!"
"Shoving fruit in suddenly's ruder, no? Hmm.. Seolhwa, you're not cut out as Min-jun's sec—."
Bang!
"Don't frame me!!"
Su-a hit Seolhwa's sore spot—her face flushed red, eyes tearing up as she slammed the table.
"...Sorry. That was harsh. But yelling in front of Min-jun..?"
"Ah..! Sorry, Min-jun!"
Bang!
Seolhwa banged her head on the table in apology.
"...One more rule: No yelling."
"Yes!"
"Yess~."
We resumed talking—with one more rule. Mostly Seolhwa and Su-a bickering, though.
Food arrived: grilled short ribs, soybean paste stew, pork cutlets, and more. We dug in.
"Min-jun~. Try the pork cutlet! So good! I'll feed you. Ah~."
Twitch.
"Nom.. mm.. Tastier than expected?"
"Right? Hehe. Ung♡ Oh, Min-jun~. Don't tease the nipple like.. hing♡"
Twitch.
"Yeah, won't wanna ruin your feeding. Just groping then."
"..Min-jun wants to grope, and you complain? So you."
Seolhwa, twitching her eyes, seized the chance.
"..Seolhwa. This okay during dinner? Min-jun probably doesn't like it.."
Su-a leaned into me.
Squeeze squeeze.
"...Sorry, Min-jun."
"Eh, fine. Food first anyway."
"..Yes.."
Seolhwa sulked harder, picking at her food. Pitiful, but honestly cute—wanted to let it slide. A grown woman acting like a hurt kid, with her doll-like face? Adorable.
I finished eating while groping Su-a's tits. Most of my food was fed by her. Seolhwa tried a few times, but Su-a snatched and fed me herself. Seolhwa opened her mouth to protest, glanced at me, then shut it with a gloomy look.
I didn't even notice that petty rivalry, still groping Su-a's tits as we left the restaurant.