Chapter 1 — The Woman I Met Through Chat

About fifteen years ago, I stumbled upon online chatting by chance.

Chatting became a truly grateful friend to me—someone who introduced me to countless women and enriched my life in ways I never imagined.

So far, I've had sex with over fifty women, and I'm still a ravenous sex god, constantly searching for my next partner to satisfy my hunger.

August 2010. On a sweltering summer day, I arrived in front of Wonju Express Bus Terminal to meet her.

I sat in my car with the air conditioning blasting, waiting for her call.

What would she look like? That moment before a new encounter always made me tense.

After about twenty minutes, my phone finally rang.

"Hello?"

"Hi~~ Sorry to keep you waiting?"

A middle-aged woman's voice came through the receiver.

"Have you arrived?"

"Yes. Where are you?"

I scanned my surroundings. Then, in the rearview mirror, I spotted a middle-aged woman walking toward me, phone in hand, still talking.

"Are you wearing a dress?"

"Yes."

"Do you see the car with the hazard lights on?"

"Yes."

"Come over here."

"Okay."

I hung up and watched her approach through the rearview mirror. She was slightly plump, not particularly pretty—just an ordinary neighborhood Sarah Oh.

She walked slowly toward my car, then came up and knocked on the door.

"Get in."

"Hi there."

"Hey. Nice to see you. Hot, huh?"

"Yeah. Really hot."

We exchanged casual greetings, as if we'd known each other for years.

We'd already talked extensively about sex over chat, so without hesitation, I drove across from the terminal to a nearby motel. She followed me inside, head down, clearly nervous.

As soon as we entered the room, I casually stripped off my clothes in front of her.

"Feeling shy? Haha."

"A little."

I stepped toward her and pulled her into a warm embrace. She flinched slightly.

"Relax. Let me help you undress."

"No, I'll do it."

She seemed flustered, tense. I knew from experience that in moments like this, a man needed to take the lead—only then would she truly relax.

From behind, I slowly unzipped her dress down to her hips. As the zipper lowered, her bra straps and panties came into view. She instinctively hunched her shoulders.

"It's okay. Just stay like that."

"I'll take it off. I'm all sweaty—feels sticky."

"Oh? Let's shower together."

I stepped back. She turned her back to me and began undressing.

For a middle-aged woman, her flesh was soft and plump—exactly how I liked it.

I loved this kind of body. When she removed her bra, her breasts came into view—just as large as I'd imagined. I wanted to suck them immediately, but I held back.

She slipped off her last piece of clothing—her panties—and stood frozen, unsure what to do.

I took her hand and led her into the shower. I turned on the water and began rinsing her body.

"Your body's nice."

"You're just saying that. Haha."

She laughed, playing along.

"No, really. This is beautiful."

"Thanks for saying so."

As I poured water over her, I let my hands roam—her back, shoulders, hips, breasts…

My gaze drifted lower. Her black pubic hair caught my eye.

I sprayed water there too, then began washing. At first she stayed still, but as my soapy hands touched her pussy, she started moaning.

"Mmm… uh… uhnnn…"

I pulled down the toilet lid, sat on it, and positioned her in front of me. I kept rubbing her pussy with soapy hands.

"Squish… squish… uhhhn…"

"You like that?"

I looked up at her face as I asked.

"Mmm, yes, good… uhh… uhnnn…"

She grabbed my head now.

Bolder, I used my right hand on her pussy and my left on her anus. The soap made it easy—my fingers slipped right in.

She was heating up fast. Every time my finger pushed into her ass, her sphincter clenched tightly around it. I wanted to suck it.

"Turn around. Grab the tub and lower your head."

"Okay."

She obeyed, turning and gripping the edge of the tub, head down. Before me were her soapy, glistening pussy and anus.

I rinsed the soap from both holes with the showerhead, then lightly touched them with my tongue.

Her anus fluttered—contracting and relaxing.

"Baby… does it feel good?"

"So good… never felt anything like this…"

This time, I used the tip of my tongue to tease around her anus while I rubbed her clit with my right hand. She trembled, her lower body swaying uncontrollably.

"Baby, I'm going crazy…"

"Want me to put it in?"

"Yes… put it in… hurry…"

I didn't care that it was too fast—she was desperate.

I looked at my cock. Rock hard. Gripping her full hips from behind, I slowly pushed into her pussy. A groan escaped my lips.

"Ugh… so good…"

"Baby… I feel it too…"

Her pussy was so warm. As soon as I was fully in, I started pumping back and forth.

"Puck. Puck. Puck."

"Mmm… hah… ah… ah… ah…"

She was in her late forties. She'd told me her husband had erectile dysfunction—hadn't had sex in years.

How starved for sex must she have been? I thrust harder, more fiercely. I slapped her ass with my palm.

"Slap! Slap!"

She loved it—taking punishment from a man she'd just met.

A woman who loved having her ass slapped, her pussy and ass exposed to a stranger—she looked beautiful to me.

When I felt myself nearing climax, I spoke to her.

"Baby! I want to cum on your face!"

"…………"

No answer. I asked again.

"I want to cum on your face!"

"I've never… done that…"

"Just stay still! Understand?"

"…Okay…"

I barely got her consent. Then the signal came.

"Ugh… baby…"

I called out urgently.

"Huh?"

"Turn around and sit in front of me!"

She obeyed, turning and sitting before my cock.

I gripped my shaft and started jerking off wildly. Then—

"Ugh… baby… aahhh… ugh… jizz… spurt… jizz… spurt…"

I came—hard—all over her face. She'd never done this before, and her face twisted in surprise.

But I kept squeezing my cock, emptying every last drop onto her cheeks, her lips, her forehead.