The Neighborhood President from Delivery Health
"So, your husband's money all went into saving his company from debt, and you're doing delivery health to make ends meet for living expenses."
"Yes..."
I was stunned when the real neighborhood president showed up, just staring blankly at her. But I let her in and heard her out anyway. In the end, her husband couldn't earn anymore, so as his wife, she had to step up and make money.
"There are plenty of other legal jobs out there to make a living. Why this one, of all things?"
"Well... I actually married my husband young, right after college, and became a full-time housewife..."
"So you've never actually worked a day in your life."
"Yes..."
She seemed to have grown up sheltered, with zero real-world experience. 'That explains the bitchy, entitled attitude.' Born into a good family, raised spoiled—that's how she turned out. She met her husband early, married quick, and lived as a housewife. But "housewife" was a stretch; with her husband's money, they hired maids, so her hands had never seen a real drop of water.
"This job pays about the same as our old living expenses..."
It paid big since it involved selling her body. It was way more than needed just for basics, but for someone used to luxury like her, this was the minimum. Normal salaries wouldn't cut it for her spending habits—maybe this was the only fit.
"Does your husband know?"
"No... He thinks I'm working at a friend's company."
"No suspicions?"
"No... He's so buried in company stuff, he barely comes home."
Her husband was fighting tooth and nail to save the business—no time even for quick visits home. So she had to earn, but with no skills and a taste for the high life, this was her only option.
"P-please, don't tell my husband or anyone else about this."
She looked up at me with scared eyes, gauging my reaction. No rumors in the neighborhood meant she'd been good at keeping it locked down.
"No help from your family?"
"I don't want them knowing I've fallen this low..."
Her pride was sky-high—no way she'd let family see her like this.
"Please, I beg you."
She dropped to her knees on the floor, pleading. Hard to believe this was the same woman who'd stormed over here a few days ago with her prickly attitude.
'Guess she knows she was a bitch.' Right now, she was fidgeting, watching my face anxiously. Our relationship wasn't exactly buddy-buddy. We'd been a bit loud, sure, but her hysterics were over the top—no forgiving that.
"A-and please don't send me away without paying properly..."
"What?"
Her ridiculous request made me stare in disbelief. The situation was absurd enough, and now she wanted full pay?
"If you send me back empty-handed again, I'll get fired..."
"Fired? From what?"
"Well, actually..."
Long story short: Guys picked the haughty president's wife expecting a thrill, but her shitty personality and pride meant no real service—they all complained.
"The company took payment upfront. If I get fired over this, I'm screwed..."
She knew the risks in this line of work—if she couldn't repay, god knows what they'd do. Family ruined, job gone—with everything on the line, sending her away would destroy her. That's why she was groveling, pride be damned. No backup left.
'Nice.'
"I'll pay, no issue."
"R-really? Thank you! I'll repay you later, I swear—"
"What are you talking about? You get paid, you deliver the service."
"Huh?"
"This costs a fortune, right? So you've been paid top dollar."
"W-what do you—"
"What do you think..."
Shlrk.
"W-wait a sec!?"
I ignored her protests, dropping my pants and underwear.
"Suck it, you bitch in heat."
Time to show her exactly where she stood.
...................
She'd despaired when she realized it was me calling, but after spilling everything and seeing my face, relief washed over her. He'll understand, she'd thought. Her pride had gotten her rejected too many times—another no meant doom. The company had taken big upfront cash. If he sent her packing, she was done for.
So she'd swallowed her ego, even kneeling. But...
"Suck it, you bitch in heat."
"B-bitch in heat!? Have you lost your mind?!"
"Can't read the room?"
"Eek!?"
She flinched back from his boldly erect cock, but on her knees, she couldn't retreat. 'I-is that a dick?'
Her only experience was her husband. She'd tried this job but bailed every time on pride. First other guy's cock she'd seen—and its impossible size made her shrink instinctively.
'Way bigger than hubby's...' Her husband's fit in one hand easy. Seojin's? Two hands might not cut it.
Outraged at the insult, but seeing him stand firm, waiting—she gave in.
"J-just once, okay..."
For her, this was pride crushed. She was here for the job, but not ready. His aggression forced it; trembling, she took the cock in her mouth.
"Hoomp... slurp... glurk... hoomp♥"
"Married woman, my ass. Sucking dick this pathetically?"
"M-my husband's not this big♥ Glurk♥ Slurp♥"
His mocking tone pissed her off a bit, but first time with a monster like this—no helping it.
'Jaw's gonna pop just shoving it in♥' Hubby's always fit whole; she led, teased him nightly.
- Slosh♥ Slosh♥ Slosh♥ Slosh♥ Slosh♥ -
- H-honey! Not like th—ngh!! -
- Splurt...
- Your dick's too easy, honey♥
A quick tongue swirl and he'd blow, looking pathetic. But Seojin's was too massive—even licking fully was a chore; she could barely serve.
"Lick it then."
"O-okay♥ Lick♥ Glurk♥ Slurp♥"
Unsatisfied with her sucking, he ordered licks—she obeyed, tongue exploring every inch.
'So big, licking takes forever♥' Only hubby experience meant men = small and quick. No porn—too trashy. Sex was just stress relief, her leading.
No lessons in pleasing men.
"Still, auntie's a female at heart. Can't suck right, but you're dying to serve."
"Wh-who's a female♥ Lick♥ Lick♥"
His condescending gaze irked her, but her tongue stayed glued.
'Taste and smell totally different from hubby♥' Hubby's little prick just had a faint, gross whiff.
'This musky, thick stench and intense flavor♥' Seojin's was hubby's amplified x10. Hubby's repulsed her; his drew her in inexplicably.
"Can't even cum from a blowjob like this. Enough—strip and lie on the bed."
"Haa♥... Y-you're really gonna...?"
"Duh. Or should I send you packing?"
"N-no..."
He had all her weaknesses. Act proud like before? Over. She had to obey.
Shlrk.
"Eek♥"
Couldn't resist his hands undressing her—naked in seconds.
"Profile said 30? Kinda misleading."
"E-everyone says I look 20s..."
"That your husband's employees and clients?"
"........."
She wanted to deny, but yeah—mostly his staff or business contacts.
"You look 30-ish anyway, so fine."
"R-right?"
"Spread your legs."
"Yes♥..."
His "young-looking" comment eased her; unconsciously, she spread wide.
"This pussy's practically virgin-tight."
Squelch squelch squelch squelch.
"Hngh♥ Haaang♥ Ngh♥ N-no fingering♥♥"
Treated like a bitch by this young stud—earlier it disgusted her; now? Not bad.
'Feels kinda good♥' Hubby was 10 years older; a young male craving her heated her up.
"Said no, but your pussy's soaked."
"Haa♥"
Showing her juices on his fingers, he pressed his throbbing cock to her entrance.
"I'll fuck you good, auntie."
"Y-yes♥"