Hot or Cold

“You again, and bothering us during our coffee break,” Sana says, rolling her eyes as she watches you walk in. The ends of her lips rise slightly, but she purses her lips, forcing them back down. It wasn’t their coffee break, but they would take any chance to tease you.

“Always so hostile,” You bring yourself to sit on the old leather armchair you always sit on when these sessions begin. “So what are you making? A cafe latte, just a shot of espresso, or something else?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Sana says sarcastically as she closes the lid, listening to the machine stir to life. “How should we do this?” Sana asks her partner, Eunha.

“Do we want to test him a little?” Eunha smirks, her tongue popping out as she runs it between her lips. Eunha glances at the coffee as it drips down into the carafe. “I do have an idea.”

“Ooh, I think I know what you have in mind. Let’s go ahead with that.”

“New challenge for you, make us cum before the coffee gets cold,” Eunha says plainly.

“Such vulgar language, Eunha,” you tease.

“It's so a person like you understands,” she bites back.

You focus on the matter at hand. “No milk.”

“If you need the handicap,” The women giggle to themselves while you sigh. You were going to let them enjoy their little joke. “Do you want us to put it in a thermos, too?” That comment stung a bit; you knew they were joking, but it still stung. “I’ll pour it, Eunha. You can help strip him.”

Eunha approaches you, her hands drifting to the hem of her shirt. Her fingers curl around the fabric as she pulls it off. Eunha hadn’t bothered to wear a bra; the heavy wool fabric was more than enough for her. You smirk. It was always enjoyable seeing the pink peaks of Eunha’s mounds, more so when she was walking towards you, and you got the chance to see them bounce. Eunha stops as she reaches you, motioning you to stand up. “Come on, make it easy for me.” You push off the armrests and stand for the young woman. Eunha places her gloved hand over your crotch, rubbing your growing bulge. “A look is all it takes, huh?”

“Can you blame me?”

“No, no, I can’t.” She says with a smile, her hands moving to your belt. The metal clangs together as she gets it loose and unbuttons your pants. Eunha’s fingers slip under your briefs, and she pulls both them and your pants down to your knees, letting gravity do the rest of the work for her. She runs her hand along your shaft as she moves to strip you of your shirt. She gets it over your head without much fanfare, looking over her shoulder as she says, “He’s all set over here. Ready to start?” You lean to one side and see Sana’s naked form grabbing the full pot of coffee.

“Let’s start,” Sana states, pouring a cup of coffee and letting it rest on the counter as she walks toward you. Both Sana and Eunha kneel before you.

“Hold on, shouldn’t I get to decide how we start things?”

“Are you afraid you’re going to lose if we don’t?” Eunha asks. You knew their goal was to have you fail. Yet, you didn’t want to give them any opportunity to say they made it easy for you.

“Alright, fine.” The pair shares a quick smirk before beginning their work. Sana wraps her hand around the base of your shaft, moving her hand slowly while Eunha presses her full lips against the tip. Her tongue slips out from between her lips, rubbing against the tip. You grunt, reveling in the feeling of Eunha’s lips slowly enveloping the head. Her tongue circles your cock, her cheeks hollowing while Sana continues to move her hand along your shaft in quick jerky motions.

Sana smiles up at you, “See, you love this.” You weren’t going to argue; you did enjoy the way they worked together. You didn’t get to enjoy it for long; however, Sana released her grip over you, allowing Eunha to bob her head as she wished while she took care of other things—namely, the clothes Eunha still wore. Sana crawled behind her Korean cohort, first slipping her hands over Eunha’s soft mounds, giving them a gentle squeeze before moving her hands down Eunha's soft flesh. Sana reached the zipper of Eunha’s skirt and slowly brought it down over Eunha’s wide hips, letting the roll all the way down before tossing the skirt to the side. “There we go,” Sana coos, her hands wandering around Eunha’s body.

Eunha moans softly as she feels one of Sana’s soft hands grab at her tit again. The small hand kneaded her soft mound, while the other went south, down Eunha’s stomach and toward her sensitive nub. Eunha let her friend do as she pleased, focusing as much as she could on you, knowing the erotic sight was more than enough to help push you over the edge.

It certainly helped that the pleasure made Eunha moan, those vibrations sending more waves of pleasure your way as the young Korean woman had you down her throat. You grunt and groan as Eunha moves her lips along your shaft, staining it with her lipstick. She ensured that you would reach your climax quickly, her tongue snaking along the underside. Eunha can feel your cock throbbing, your veins pulsing quickly as your heart rate quickens. She brings one hand to stroke the base of your cock while she focuses on the head, the loud slurping pushing you over the edge. You cum quickly, your semen shooting onto Eunha’s tongue and down her throat as she sucks you dry.

Eunha’s hand goes from quick movement to slow twists as she sucks the last of your cum from the tip. She lets out a satisfied sigh as she lets you go. “You can still go, right? You’re not going to get soft on us?” Eunha didn’t even need to ask; her eyes never left your cock. It was still hard.

“Alright, I guess you earned a chance. Who do you want?” Sana asks, slowly rising from behind Eunha.

“Looks like you’re volunteering yourself.”

Sana smiles and walks over to the couch, bending herself over the armrest. “Alright, do your worst.” Sana had to admit, she was excited to see what you’d do. You had been impressing her on the last few visits. As much as she played someone uninterested, she had grown fond of these escapades with you. Sana groaned softly as the tip of your cock rubbed against her puffy folds. “Getting right to it, I see,” She managed to say before you drove your cock into her with reckless abandon. Sana’s body tensed; she felt you in her core. “That’s the ticket,” she thought to herself. Sana placed her hand on the armrest and arched her back. “So rough, you really can’t get enough, can you?” You didn’t say a word, letting your actions speak for you. Sana kept her head down, smiling now that you couldn’t see her face. She tried to hold back her moans. It worked for a little bit, but eventually the dam broke, and Sana let her moans fill the small room. Her hands gripped the sofa cushions. She used what strength she could to push herself back as each of your thrusts sent her forward.

Eunha stood beside you, her fingers circling your nipple as she watched you take her friend. “Look at you go. You have her moaning so much. I bet you think you have her all figured out.” Eunha says softly, “Well, it pays to pay attention.”

You slip one hand from Sana’s waist to her upper half, pulling her back and against you. “Treating me like a toy, h-how rude,” Sana mumbles, the pleasure slowly building within her. She grits her teeth as your hand finds its way to her tawny rouge nipple. You roll it between your fingers, increasing the waves of pleasure Sana felt. She was reaching her limit, and you both knew it. Sana's body took over, pushing back against you as you drove yourself deep into her cunt. The coil that had been tightening in Sana’s core finally broke as you buried yourself inside her, your cum shooting into her. She cried out in pleasure, her walls clamping down around your shaft. Sana turned her head just as you pushed yours forward, your lips meeting in a kiss as you pumped the young woman full of your cum.

You linger for a moment, enjoying her warm, tight depths for a little while longer before remembering your challenge. You pull out of Sana and turn toward Eunha. The young Korean woman is baring her teeth as she smiles at you. “You almost forgot, didn’t you?” She places her hand on your chest, tilting her head slightly as she asks, “So, how do you want me?”

“You’ll see,” you reply, pulling Sana away and toward the armchair. You push Sana against it. Sana falls back, her back arching over one of the armrests as her legs hang off the other. You shift your attention back to Eunha. You press your lips against Eunha’s as you press her onto the couch.

You break the kiss early, flipping Eunha onto her stomach. “Can’t you be more creative?” She asks, noting the similarity between her position and Sana’s. You stay silent, your hands move down Eunha’s side until you reach her plush rear. You knead her cheeks, the soft flesh melding into your hands as you slowly spread them apart. You gather your saliva and spit on Eunha, letting your saliva run in the valley you created. Eunha shudders, knowing what you planned to do. “I guess you do take notes,” She says, recalling how she mentioned loving anal during your last meeting. You press the head of your slick cock against Eunha’s puckered hole, pushing in slowly. Your actions earn you a groan from the Korean woman. Eunha grabs at her breasts, squeezing the soft mounds and shutting her eyes as she revels in the pleasure washing over her. She feels you stretching out the tight ring of muscles as you push deeper, your cum and Sana’s nectar acting as a perfect lube.

You’re forced to take things slow, pushing in before moving back out, only to go further the next thrust. Eunha’s walls are tight, clinging to you as you try to force more in. Eunha doesn’t try to hide her moans, letting pleasure take hold of her. After what seems like ages, you're finally buried inside Eunha’s ass. You feel like you could cum at any moment. Sana’s cunt could barely compare right now. You place your hands on Eunha’s waist, holding her tightly as you attempt to pull out. The act is difficult, but every inch that you do earns you another moan from Eunha, her voice practically piercing the heavens as you push back in. Eunha’s head shoots back as she feels you buried inside her again. Eunha tries to think of something to say to you, but her mind is blank. She can only think about the pleasure she feels as you begin to move inside her with more ease. Each thrust makes her walls slicker, allowing you easier access.

Eunha’s bubble butt presses against you with every stroke. You watch it recoil, her flesh jiggling in those moments between thrusts. The pale flesh calls to you, and you deliver a hard smack, the sound bouncing off the walls. “Oh, God,” Eunha moans, the sting from the strike adding to her pleasure. She wasn’t going to last much longer. Eunha bit the couch cushions as she tightened her muscles around you. It was unbearable. You were feeling just as much pleasure as Eunha was. You can only give her a few more thrusts before you impale her on your cock and give her a deep cumshot. Eunha was sent over the edge at that exact moment. She feels you unloading into her stomach and lets her moan fill the room.

You collapse on top of her, your cock still buried inside Eunha’s ass. As you both try to catch your breath, Sana slowly stands from the armchair, her legs shaky as she makes her way to the counter. She takes a small drink from the cup and smiles. “I think you lose this one.” Sana walks over to you and brings the cup to your lips. It was barely lukewarm. While you could argue it was still technically warm, it would be a losing battle when it was in both their interests to say it was cold. You place your hands on either side of Eunha and use your remaining strength to pull out of her, her body refusing to give you up. When you're finally free, a small pop comes with it. Eunha rests her head on her arms, her eyes still shut as she enjoys the warmth across her body.

“Looks like it’ll be double today,” Eunha says.

“Don’t be so sad, you still got to cum plenty,” Sana states, kissing you on the cheek. That didn’t help with your wallet being drained more than you expected today. Not even Eunha’s kiss on the cheek would help with that. The women lay on the couch against each other as they watched you put your clothes back on.

“Come back again, maybe on your next visit you’ll be able to do it.” Eunha teases.

“Maybe, or maybe not,” Sana replies. “Stop by whenever. This was fun, hope you think so, too.” You wave goodbye to the women, cursing yourself for making things harder by trying anal when it took way too long. Still, you had to admit Eunha and Sana made for great workers at the brothel.