Park Yuyoung's Awakening
With only a slight exaggeration, I thought her insides were going to snap my fingers clean off. Those tight, velvety folds clamped down hard, soaking my fingers in the flood of juices that came pouring out.
“Haah… nngh…!”
She had her ass raised high, her crotch trembling so hard that anyone watching might have sworn a phone was vibrating right next to her. A few more inches forward and my nose would have been buried in that soft patch of pubic hair.
This was its own kind of torture. Like dangling food in front of a man who’d been starving for three days and then telling him he couldn’t eat. Sure, I’d gone at it thoroughly with Kim Seoa just yesterday, but there’s that old saying—men don’t come back to life every three days; they rise again every single morning. I was still hungry.
In the middle of it all, Park Yuyoung seemed embarrassed enough to cover her entrance with one hand while still keeping her hips lifted. The second her fingers arrived, though, she realized mine were already buried inside her, and she ended up trapping her clit between them in the most lewd way possible.
“Ha… haah… nnngh…”
I spoke as calmly as a doctor examining a patient.
“Are you starting to feel some stimulation now?”
“Yes… yes… euk! S-sir… ahh! I… I think I’m going to go crazy… kuh!”
“Then I’ll take my fingers out now.”
The moment I tried to pull free, her walls clamped down again, refusing to let go.
That grip is insane!
Using that squeeze as her cue, Park Yuyoung shot out a hand and seized my wrist hard. A stupid sound slipped out of me before I could stop it.
“Uweh?”
“S-sir…! Khh… it’s been so long for me… please don’t pull them out. P-please…! J-just a little longer like this…!”
Ma’am. You really shouldn’t be doing this here.
The words formed in my head, but getting them out of my mouth was another story. I licked my lips and stared straight at the raw, beautiful sight between her spread legs. It was hard to believe my fingers were actually inside something that pretty.
“Hoo… hoo…”
It was hot. The heat rolling off Park Yuyoung’s body alone was enough to soak me in sweat. The situation had already gone completely off the rails.
I mentally flipped the switch to fuck it and started moving the fingers still buried inside her.
Schlick-schlick-schlick-schlick!
Squish-squish-squish-squish.
“Haa… ah! Hwaaah… ahh! Nngh…! I-it feels good… ah… aaang…!”
She was so wet inside that the oil I’d put in first came flooding back out through the opening. Oil and juices mixed together, sliding smoothly down the cleft of her ass, dripping hot and filthy onto the sheet covering the bed.
Schlick-schlick-schlick!
The hole that had been almost impossible to pull free from because of how tightly it gripped me was now as soft and open as a swimming pool. Before long I was drowning in the sounds of Park Yuyoung’s pleasure, pouring all my satisfaction into the act itself.
At some point my underwear was soaked through with pre-cum. My rock-hard cock was begging to be shoved inside that same place, but I ignored it. This was plenty intoxicating on its own.
Park Yuyoung’s completely naked body, dripping wet, was pure erotic perfection. And with her ass stuck up in the air like that? The soft lighting made her look as smooth and flawless as a goddess from some old myth.
I was still working her when I suddenly realized she was staring at my face. The second our eyes met, her cheeks flushed bright red in real time.
“Sir… nngh…”
“Yes…”
My own eyes were half-lidded—was that normal? My vision was going soft around the edges and my thoughts were turning to mush right along with it.
Park Yuyoung slowly pushed aside the towel that had been covering her chest. Those breasts. They were the perfect size, heavy enough to sway every time I thrust my fingers into her.
She didn’t stop at just showing them off. She grabbed my free hand and pressed it firmly onto one soft mound.
“Haah…! Th-this place woke up too. Sir…! Touch me.”
Ah, that feeling. It was like sleeping naked inside a house made of marshmallows. Soft, yielding, a little jiggly. Every time I moved my hand, her faintly dark nipples swayed gently.
And right then, the thought every guy has in this situation hit me. I was no exception.
How far will she let me go? Just how far is she going to allow?
My heart hammered. I couldn’t stop the thought while I kneaded her breasts. What the hell was going through Park Yuyoung’s head as she looked at me with those hazy eyes? Did she want me to fuck her? Suck on her? Kiss her? I had no idea.
But the little devil sitting in one corner of my mind shouted loud and clear.
Fuck it. Who cares? She was the one who grabbed my wrist and begged me not to pull my fingers out of her cunt. After all that, telling me not to put it in would be attempted murder.
I glanced down at the tent in my pants.
Twenty-nine years of holding back. The day Jin Ayoung finally broke my cherry, I’d sworn I was done living my life reading women’s faces.
I leaned in toward her chest. She watched me with feverish eyes and didn’t push me away. My lips closed around one stiff nipple and I started sucking greedily.
“Hnn! Ah, that feels good…! It feels so good…! Don’t stop with your hand either.”
Like I was going to stop.
Schlick-schlick-schlick.
Slap-slap-slap.
Her thoroughly ripe pussy was drooling like it had been starving for years.
“Hnn. Hnnh! Nngh! Aaah…!”
Park Yuyoung clutched my furiously working wrist and shook all over. At first I was confused about what the hell was happening. Then I recognized the scene—I’d seen it a hundred times. The famous squirting. I’d always thought it was just something they staged in porn, but watching it happen right in front of me was insanely hot.
I couldn’t hold back anymore. I shoved my pants down and freed my aching cock.
Park Yuyoung’s grip finally loosened enough for me to pull my fingers free. I carefully pressed my lower body against her. Kneeling, I lined my thighs up against her ass so that the shaft of my cock rested lightly against her entrance. The soft brush of her pubic hair made my glans twitch.
“I’m putting it in.”
She nodded. How much had she suffered all this time? A face this pretty and she’d never once pressed skin against a man—what a criminal waste.
I pulled my hips back just enough to aim the tip, then pushed straight in without hesitation.
Park Yuyoung’s hands shot out and grabbed the sheet. The soft fabric crumpled messily under her fingers.
“Haah! Ugh! I-it’s big… s-so good…”
“Haa… haa… Park Yuyoung, you’re clamping down so hard inside.”
“Move. Faster.”
She locked her legs around my back and started yanking me into her like she was reverse-raping me, then letting go, over and over. Insertion and withdrawal, over and over, until the heat climbed so high that my vision completely blurred.
“Haah! Nngh! Nngh! Nngh!”
Every time I thrust up she begged for more. I pulled almost all the way out until only the head remained, then slammed back in deep, savoring every second.
I kept that up until she put her hand on my cheek. My heart felt like it was going to explode, so I started moving my hips faster, only burying half the shaft and grinding the inside of her.
“Haa… haah… th-there…”
She looked up at me with those lewd eyes and pulled my face down to hers.
The second my lips met her already-wet ones, calculation went out the window and pure instinct took over. I sucked on her mouth, tongues sliding together, enjoying the rich taste while never stopping the thrusts.
Thwack— thwack— thwack— thwack—
With Park Yuyoung’s mouth sealed, the only sound left in the VIP room was skin slapping against skin.
That sound was so filthy it made me speed up even more. Heat flooded my thighs and the urge to cum surged.
“Haa… haa… kuh!”
We broke the kiss at the same time. I pulled out of her hole and climbed up onto her upper body. Remembering the titjob I’d done with Kim Seoa, I brought my cock to her chest. Park Yuyoung wrapped her breasts around it like she’d been waiting for exactly that. It worked! They were a little smaller than Seoa’s, but just big enough to sandwich my cock.
And then I came.
Thick ropes of cum shot from deep inside me and painted Park Yuyoung’s face.
“Hnn…”
She squeezed her eyes shut, not knowing what to do. I paused for a moment, looking down at that face with pure admiration.
Two of the sexual fantasies I’d always wanted to fulfill—I just checked them both off today. Fuck a model. Cum on her face.
Even with her eyes closed, Park Yuyoung somehow knew exactly where my cock was. She grabbed it with one hand, brought her lips to it, and started sucking every last drop clean with wet little smacks.
“Haa… haa… ah, that’s dirty…”
She ignored me completely, finished the job, then collapsed onto the bed looking thoroughly satisfied. Her arms and legs went limp like laundry that had been wrung completely dry.
I quickly wiped the cum off her face. She curved her lips into a small, contented smile, closed her eyes again like she might fall asleep any second, and I draped a warm towel over her.
“You were in there quite a while.”
The moment I stepped out of the VIP room, Shin Iseol spoke from the counter. She didn’t even look up from her work.
I was grateful she couldn’t see the state I was in.
“Well, it was my first client. And she said she’d pay the extra charge.”
“Oh~ really? The director never got extras, so she must have really liked you, Junhyun.”
I scratched my head, replaying the sex that had just happened.
I ducked into the staff break room, washed my face roughly, dried it with a towel, and headed back to the counter. For VIP clients, the assigned masseur seeing them out was part of the shop’s concept.
Park Yuyoung came out right then, fully dressed again. Just like the first time I saw her, she had a mask hooked under her chin and was wearing black tights with a short crop top that left her navel bare.
Shin Iseol stood and gave a polite bow from the waist.
“Did you enjoy the service?”
“Yes…”
The second Park Yuyoung’s eyes met mine, her face turned pink.
“You’ll need a parking ticket, right? I’ll make it for two hours.”
“Ah, um… there should be an extra charge.”
“Yes. We’ll deduct it from the amount you already paid.”
“No… I want to pay the extra amount.”
“Oh, is that so?”
Shin Iseol said it while shooting me a quick glance. Her eyes said not bad.
“Yes. And… from now on, I only want Kang Junhyun as my masseur. That’s the condition. Then I’ll pay.”
“That’s not difficult at all. Junhyun just started, so he’ll be here for a long time.”
“I see. Ah, good… then I’ll pay right now. Add the same amount as last time. And make the next reservation as long as possible.”
“Understood. Write down the day you prefer and we’ll contact you later.”
“If I pay this, Kang Junhyun gets an incentive, right?”
“…I can’t go into details, but yes, that’s correct.”
Shin Iseol seemed satisfied with that answer; she smiled wide enough to show all her teeth. Then she bowed ninety degrees toward me. I automatically bowed ninety degrees right back at her.
“Thank you, sir. I’ll come again.”
“Yes… see you next time.”
After she left, Shin Iseol tilted her head.
“How good was it for her to act like that? What happened in there?”
What happened? We fucked like animals, that’s what.
I just grinned at her and shook my head.
“Nothing special.”