The Beginning of Depravity (6)
I thought I'd forced Yuri's head down, practically shoving my cock into her mouth. But the moment she started swallowing it just like I'd imagined, guilt hit me hard inside, and I tried to pull out right away.
But...
Isn't this her turning the tables on me now?
At first, she'd been tentative, licking my cock bit by bit, swirling her tongue inside her mouth. Before I knew it, though, she was sucking me off like a woman possessed.
Once Yuri dove in so completely, pulling away started to feel like the real sin.
Fu...fuck!!
Her tongue wrapped mercilessly around my shaft, licking every inch without mercy.
Even Yumi, the first time she'd gone down on me, hadn't quite mastered the pressure—sometimes it even hurt. But...
What the hell is this girl?
Pain was the last thing on my mind. Yuri wielded her slick tongue like a pro, delivering pure ecstasy to a man's cock like it was on display.
Yuri was a natural vixen. She knew instinctively how to drive a guy wild.
Just like right now—she glanced up at my pleasure-twisted face, yanked open her top, grabbed my hand hovering over her head, and pulled it down.
"Uuuumph."
The second I gripped her breast, she seized my ass like she'd been waiting and sucked me in even deeper.
Gulp... gulp... Precum leaking steadily from my tip mixed with her saliva, bubbling up lewd sounds in her mouth.
Sticky fluids seeped from the corners of her lips.
Slurp slurp slurp slurp slurp slurp slurp slurp. Yuri didn't give a damn—she devoured my cock with wild abandon.
Grroanh. Feels like... I'm gonna blow...
My shaft swelled harder, gearing up for release.
Yuri sensed it from her mouth and ramped up the pace.
Smack smack smack smack. She sucked rough, slamming against the back of her throat, but showed no discomfort.
If anything, she yanked my ass closer, greedy for more depth.
But Yuri was still a virgin, untouched by any man. Her body had limits it wouldn't cross, instinctively blocking my cock from plunging deeper.
"Cough! Cough cough cough!"
Suddenly, she gagged hard as I hit the depths of her throat.
And that's when it erupted from me.
Spurt. Spurt. Spurt.
Semen blasted from my cock. Coughing, Yuri clamped down reflexively, sucking it all into her mouth so nothing splashed out.
"Urk, cough cough kuhk."
A man shuddering in orgasmic bliss, clutching the woman's head.
A woman crouched before him, gripping his cock, slurping up every drop of cum frantically.
All in the dark, dingy warehouse.
Only the glow from my phone lit their private world.
"Huff huff huff huff."
Her face flushed red—probably from sucking me so desperately.
The phone light caught it perfectly.
I'd cum once already, but that sight—Yuri's—made my cock twitch back to life.
Can't fuck her here...
The mood screamed yes—if I stripped her now and shoved in, she'd take it without a word.
But I didn't want her first time stained by this shithole.
No sex, but she can keep servicing.
Dizzy watching her finger-sweep cum from her face, I grabbed her shoulders and pulled her up.
".....?"
She looked puzzled as I lifted her mid-cleanup, but didn't resist.
Once she was standing, I hiked up her top and ripped off her bra.
"Ah...?"
Stunned at first, her face flushed crimson again in seconds.
And then... I buried my face in her bare tits and started sucking.
"Hnnngh."
Her back arched sharply.
Slurp slurp slurp slurp.
"Haaaaahng."
She clamped a hand over her mouth to muffle the moans, but it was futile—she threw her arms around my head instead.
Reminded me of Yumi sunbae and her massive jugs. She'd hugged me the same way back then, nearly smothering me in those pillows.
But Yuri's weren't that huge, so her tight embrace let me keep fondling while sliding a hand to her ass, hugging back naturally.
Smooch smooch smooch smooch. Her arched body shivered violently.
Her reactions fired me up—I nipped her nipple harder, tongue lashing wildly.
Lick lick sluuuuurp.
"Aaaaang."
Her moans swelled; she was inching toward the edge.
Sensitive as Yumi, but different—Yumi's sweet spot was all tits, while Yuri's lit up everywhere.
Sucking her breasts was just the start; my hand on her waist or cupping her ass had her quivering too.
As she melted into it, I pulled my mouth away.
"...Haa haa... Why?"
Frustrated, like I'd yanked her peak away, she stared.
Those pleading eyes begging for more—my cock surged.
Ignoring it, I spun her by the shoulders, shoved her against the wall.
Back to me, ass out blatantly for the taking.
"Uuum."
Savoring her silhouette with a stifled groan, I swung the phone light for a clear, naked view of her rear.
Spotlit, no holding back.
I unzipped her tiny miniskirt.
"Hnnngh."
She trembled, deep breath—she knew.
I yanked it off.
Cute panties, pale skin, thick hips blooming free.
".........Gulp."
Yumi and I'd tried positions, but nothing like this blatant ass offering, plump pussy lips taunting.
Panties hid some, but her wide hips and firm, overflowing cheeks left plenty bare.
Ignoring my cock's desperate throb.
Not here. Next time, somewhere nice—I'll devour her depths.
She was mine now; no refusals. Not just today—she'd chase this connection.
Aroused, I stripped her panties down those cheeks.
"Haang..."
Shy moan ignored; eyes locked on the reveal.
Thick outer lips, pink cleft cave. Tiny bush beyond.
Unreal explicitness.
Throat dry, I tongued her deepest treasure.
Lick.
"Kyaut!"
Lewd cry spurred me—I lapped past the entrance.
Slurp slurp slurp. Overflowing juices flooded my mouth.
Sticky trail down my throat—I craved more, sucking her pussy like mad.
Lick lick lick.
"Ahng, aaaaaaaa."
Slurp slurp.
"Aaaang."
Leaning on the wall, arms buckling, torso slumping.
Still, she clung desperately, savoring my tongue.
Virgin pussy—scared to probe with fingers or tongue.
Ass and thighs? Fair game.
I kneaded them wildly after her outer lips.
Tongue circled the entrance, sucking, teasing her clit.
Sooon... pop her cherry and...
Secret scheme flickered: motel mood, this nudes-sending, bathroom-groping girl spread for me.
No dank warehouse fuck—but something fresh.
Find a spot. Hngh.
Shuddering at our first real time.
But now: her quakes nearing climax.
Mouth wide, I chomped her pussy lips.
"Kyaaah!"
Teeth grazing flesh and clit—she crumbled.
"Auuuuuu... I, I'm kyak."
Too shy to beg outright, but I got it.
Hands spread her cheeks wide.
Frantic licks, sucks on ass and pussy.
Smooch smooch smooch smooch smooch.
"Kiyaaaaang!"
Peak shattered—orgasm exploded.
Pshhhhhht. White squirt jetted from her slit.
"Haa hnghk."
Sweet, shameful wail—she collapsed.
"Hk hk hk..."
Sobbing in afterglow bliss, I couldn't help but feel smug.
A woman who feels a man's touch.
Who craves it desperately.
And stunningly beautiful.
I pulled her tear-streaked face to my chest without thinking.
"Ung....."
From pleasure sobs to flushed fluster—then she nuzzled in quietly.
****
Relations with Yumi and Yuri were changing me even in everyday life.
"Boss, table 3 needs another pork belly for two. I'll sweep and tidy again. Oh, and table 2 spilled their cola. Floor's getting wiped, but how about a free can for their table?"
"Oho........"
The Don Doni Ne boss eyed me curiously.
"Seonghwan, you seem... different somehow?"
"Me? Nah?"
"Used to hesitate, kinda wishy-washy. Lately? Confidence oozing from every move. Weird. Face hasn't changed—where's it coming from?"
Fuck... what's wrong with my face?
But if the boss noticed, yeah—I must look sharper lately.
This is the power of love... nah, sex!!
Even the veins popping on my forearms felt sexy.
Shit, pickup artist career incoming?
Ridiculous fantasy—I chuckled inwardly.
Knew it was bullshit.
Just the high from Yumi and Yuri lingering for days.
I knew I'd bruise easy, shrink fast.
So no overreaching. Had that much sense.
Bzzz bzzz.
"Hm?"
Late night, customers thinning, no orders—counter-side, phone buzzed in my pocket. Checked it.
"Huh? Yesul?"
Today was D-Day.
Yesul and Yunsu's couple trip kickoff—Yunsu's dream day.
Glanced at the hall clock.
Almost 9. Why's Yesul calling now?
They'd dipped early afternoon, pre-5.
Should be deep in fun: eats, plays, drinks... Yunsu scheming, eyeing her.
What gives?
Head tilt at the surprise call—picked up.
"Yo! Yesul. What's up this late?"
"............."
"Hello? Yesul?"
"Hk hk... Seonghwan."
"Whoa? Hello? Yesul?"
"Hk hk hk hk."
"Wha-what? Trouble? Yesul. Wait—where's Yunsu? What’s he doing? Why cry?"
"Hk hk hk."
Urging didn't help—sobs faded to dial tone.
Tu tu tu tuuu.
"Hello? Hello? Yesul! Hey! Hey!"
Cut off. Redialed—no pickup.
"Fuck?!"
Rang Yunsu fast.
What the? Why's this asshole ghosting too? No fucking way...
Flashback: Yunsu's pre-trip wink-smile during our awkward sendoff.
Beaming with filthy expectation.
This bastard... no way?
Bang.
I slammed the counter—hard.
"Eek! Scared me. Seonghwan, what?!"
"Huff huff huff."
Deep breaths, faced the boss.
My face flushed fury-hard—boss tensed.
"What happened? That call?"
"Boss. Sorry—can I clock out early?"
My intensity jolted him; puzzled at the request.
"What the hell? Serious? Leave's fine, but I'm worried."
Snarling at the call log, another breath—straightened.
"My... my girlfriend..."
"Girlfriend? You got one?"
"N-no. Friend's girlfriend..."
"Ah? Friend's girl? What about him?"
"Uh... that is... kugh."
"Spit it out straight."
"Kugh... That friend... that friend.. seems like she was raped!!!!"
"WHAT?!"
Boss bellowed, hall shaking in shock.