First Experience (2)
Even after I came, Mina didn't take my cock out of her mouth.
While I savored the lingering afterglow of my orgasm, stroking the back of her head, Mina kept sucking me with her tongue.
Through the hand cradling her skull, I could feel her swallowing my semen in slow, deliberate gulps.
When she finally let my cock slip from her lips, she ran her tongue along my shaft and balls, licking up every last drop of seed that had trickled down.
When she raised her head a long while later, her lips glistened, and a single thread of saliva stretched from the corner of her mouth down to her chin.
Absolute submission. Perfect service.
So this is the power of money.
I don't have it in me to make a woman submit like this.
I don't know how much it was, but is this the price of whatever Jinwoo paid — or promised to pay — Mina?
Or is this just how women in this business treat all their clients?
Or maybe it's simply who she is.
Having never released inside a woman's mouth before, I couldn't say for certain — but watching her flushed red, eyes hazy with pleasure, drooling at the corner of her mouth as she gazed up at me, all I could think was how impossibly beautiful she looked.
Mina wiped her mouth with a tissue, swept the hair from her forehead, and asked, "Will you be staying the night?"
"Huh? Oh... can I sleep here?"
"Of course. Do whatever you like tonight. Tonight, I belong to you, Jiu."
Even as she said it, Mina gave a slightly embarrassed smile, as if the words themselves made her cringe a little.
I'd heard from friends that with hostess bars, once you finish, it's over, no exceptions — and I'd been kicking myself a little for finishing in her mouth. So hearing that I could enjoy her freely all night sent a fresh surge of heat through me.
I pulled out my phone and checked the time.
It was almost eleven.
I'd never done a sleepover before.
Whether it was semester or break, Mom never allowed me to stay out overnight.
Forget sleepovers — she hated it if I came home even a little past midnight.
Even now, she's probably waiting up for me.
She won't fall asleep until I walk through that door. No chance.
Any minute now, a text from Mom is bound to arrive.
"Sleeping over is a bit difficult... would it be okay if we went one more time?"
Mina smiled softly. "Of course."
"It's a little cramped in here — shall we move to the bed?"
"There's a bed?"
"There's a room in the back."
I nodded, then sent Mom a text.
Told her I'd be a bit late, probably home around midnight, and that she should go to sleep without worrying.
Doing at least this much would keep the texts from piling up midway.
Mina watched quietly as I tapped at my phone.
When I finished sending, she asked, "Is that a message to your mother?"
"Yes. She worries if I come home late."
"Such a good son."
With those words and that smile, for the first time, Mina's expression reminded me of a woman my mother's age.
Mina took my hand and pulled me to my feet.
I let her lead me, her fingers laced through mine.
There was a door beside the kitchen that I hadn't noticed from the lounge.
The room beyond was surprisingly spacious — a small shower stall, a vanity table, and one enormous bed.
Mina probably provided whatever service she was asked for in here, even on ordinary nights, for those special clients Jinwoo had mentioned.
She stood me beside the bed, undressed me, and hung my clothes on the rack.
Then, in front of my naked body, she undressed herself.
Not that there was much to remove — just a dress.
She wasn't even wearing panties.
Under the soft, ambient lighting — neither too bright nor too dim — I was able to take in every inch of her bare form.
Standing face to face, I guessed her height at somewhere in the low 160s in centimeters — about the same as Mom.
She had a small face, a long neck, long legs.
Her chest was maybe a B cup.
I couldn't tell precisely, but it was by no means small — though clearly smaller than Mom's.
Below a nipped-in waist, her hips flared out surprisingly wide, and her thighs parted just slightly.
Her pubic hair was neatly groomed, a charming little patch left only above her sex, and her skin was astonishingly pale and flawless.
The moment I stood there, dazed and staring slack-jawed at a woman's naked body up close for the very first time, Mina laughed, took my hand, and led me into the shower.
She lathered a washcloth with body wash and washed me from head to toe — my armpits, my groin, the crease of my buttocks, every last corner — then washed herself as well.
Out of the shower, she toweled me dry, and I sank into the bed feeling fresh and clean.
The air conditioning held at a comfortably cool temperature.
And then, as I lay in the middle of that huge bed, Mina's impossibly soft body — as if she had no bones at all — quietly climbed over me and wrapped me in her embrace.
The feel of skin so smooth it might slip away beneath my palms, her warm body heat, the yielding press of a woman's softness against me.
I'd come only minutes ago, but my cock was already stiffening again.
She sucked at the nape of my neck and my nipples, stroking my cock and balls with her hand.
So this is what a woman tastes like.
Her gentle, careful movements carried a tender attentiveness, as if she meant to accept everything I was.
Like the endlessly warm embrace of a mother.
Straddling my body, she cupped one breast in her hand and brought the nipple to my lips.
Her nipple and areola were a modest size, a light brown.
I took the stiffened peak into my mouth, pressed it with my tongue, and sucked — and a low sigh spilled from Mina's lips.
Like a mother nursing her child, she kept her nipple in my mouth while kneading her own breast.
After a while, she offered me the other one.
As I suckled, I seized her buttocks with both hands.
Slender as she was, her ass was unexpectedly full — it dimpled and quivered in my grip.
Mina wrapped both arms around my head and let her moans flow freely.
She was feeling it — feeling my hands on her.
I groped and kneaded her soft, pliant ass and thighs without restraint.
Mina's breathing grew rougher and rougher.
The coarse tickle of her pubic hair brushed against my lower belly.
Unable to bear it any longer, I wrapped my arms around her and rolled us over.
Mina lay beneath me on the bed, flushed crimson, gazing up at me with heavy-lidded eyes.
I kissed her lips as my hand slid down between her legs.
I could feel Mina's whole body tense beneath me.
She looped her arms around my neck, tangled her tongue with mine, and let her legs fall slightly apart.
Against my fingers, her lips were hot and soaked.
Was every woman like this, or was Mina just unusually responsive?
Was I the one arousing her, or was this the professionalism of a working girl?
Mina reacted like actresses in porn — never overdone, but calibrated to exactly the right degree, stimulating a man's desire at precisely the perfect pitch.
Between her thighs, a long, thin crease split the soft, plump flesh.
I broke away from Mina's mouth, taking turns sucking each nipple, then traveled down over the smooth plane of her belly, lower and lower.
Looking up, her face watched me descend — until my mouth drew near her groin, and her head tipped back.
At last, her pussy came into view.
The first real, close-up look at a woman's sex was overwhelming.
When I was young and first saw porn, I'd thought that place looked gross, almost alien.
For a boy who'd believed women were simply pretty and clean, the discovery that their bodies carried this part — something that vaguely evoked shellfish — had been a shock.
So explicit, so primal, like gazing at viscera turned outward.
But to a male whose revulsion had long since burned away, this organ that existed in women alone was simply the most luscious, most electrifying prey in the world.
Traces of removal showed on her plump outer lips, which were thick and springy to the touch.
There was a slight darkening of the skin, though not severe, and when I spread her open with both thumbs, two petals finally revealed themselves.
The flesh within was pomegranate-red, already glistening with wetness, and above it a shy little clitoris peeked out its head.
I had no experience with women whatsoever, but steeped in countless hours of porn, I knew exactly what that place was — the most sensitive point on a woman's body.
I extended my tongue and brushed the tip against her clit, and Mina's whole body jolted off the bed.
For the first time, it wasn't a performance of heavy breathing but a genuine moan that tore out of her.
Unexaggerated, the sound of someone who'd been trying so hard to hold it in and failed anyway — a soft "ahh" of release.
I spread the petals left and right, peering in at the opening within, and licked at that shellfish-tender flesh and her swollen clit.
Mina twisted beneath me, both hands clutching the bedsheet.
Sweet, breathless moans poured unceasingly from her open mouth.
Unable to hold back any longer, I climbed up over her body, took my cock in one hand, and pressed it against her pussy.
Mina's head was still thrown back as she clung to me fiercely, legs spread wide, waiting for me to enter.
The cliché goes that a virgin can't find the hole — but I'd just spent the last several minutes sucking and licking that very hole, and I slid inside with ease.
I know my cock isn't especially large.
Glue-stick sized, to be exact.
Already dripping wet beyond capacity, Mina's passage parted without a whisper of resistance as I pushed in, smooth as silk.