THERE IS NO DUBULGE. (1/1)

;D  I will will crush your dreams of dubulge, if you like Jinki.  ._.  Well.  I'm on morphine right now and I as sleepy as fuzz.              I took my shirt off, rolling my eyes.  As if, I have great boobs.  I slipped on my black mini dress before taking off my sweat pants.  I held the black heels in my hand and the bag on my shoulder and slipped out the door, just as I was at the door I yelled "You can look now."             With the black heels in my hand, I ran barefooted.  He wouldn’t chase, but I had twelve minutes to get to the Kentucky Fried Chicken place he’d reserved for us.  He was a creeper, honestly.  He wanted to stick a chicken wing up my ass.  How does that turn him on?  I shivered feeling the cool cement on my warm un-callused feet.  You can get calluses on your feet if you put them on hard surfaces too much.  Is it the same for vaginas?  That would be queer.              I rummaged through the bag, my eyes off the road, trying to find my phone this way I could time myself.  I wanted to make track next year.  No fuck that.  No one likes the track team.  ‘The track team doesn’t like you either’, I heard Taemin’s annoying voice ringing in my ear.   This was getting annoying; I had to get my mind off him.  I walked faster, piling bills weren’t the only reason I took on this job.  Exhaustion was nice to get your mind off things like this.  Trivial things that shouldn’t take up your mind.              Things like- Fuck.  I winced in pain, my eyes tearing from the unexpected pang in my left foot.  I lifted my foot, arching my back forward to see what was wrong.  I slapped myself mentally.  Nice going.  This is what I am talking about.  I couldn’t see only a small portion, and I couldn’t waste time to pluck it out.  I weighed the options: a) Lose a few hundred bucks.b) Get a terrible infection in your foot.              a) Definitely I though nodding to myself.  I put my foot back gently, and put my heels back on, no worries I was close.  I favored my left leg leaning immensely on my right foot.  It hurt less this way, without the pressure on my wound.  Now, I took a huge breath that probably resembled a mule with bronchitis, and ran.               Time is everything in this business.  You have to get into the rhythm of sex.  Having sex was like playing the drums.  You ruin one beat you ruin the whole fucking song.  It was hard to get back into the rhythm without others noticing.  Sex sort of sounded like the drums, with the skin slapping.  Yeah, gross I know.  But it’s not like we whip each other, while I pretend to like it.              KFC was in sight.  I slowed down, smiling to myself.  That’s right; pretend you’re the happiest girl in the world.  Pretend you are content.  And smile.  Make him happy.  Get to the point.  Foreplay.  Sex.  Home.  Takeout.               I have a great life.  I just don’t know it yet.  I shrugged off the tingly feeling in my eyes.  KFC was so near, I could smell the sickening frying oil blowing my way. I shuddered as I opened the door.  It was just so.  Dark.  I tried to relax myself in the unfamiliar darkness, but it was impossible.                I heard my heels clicking on the polished and waxed floor.  I felt the floor move under me as I slipped.  That’s right.  I don’t trip.  The floor moves.  I looked beneath.  Apparently mopped as well.  Ugh, I hated fast food restaurants.  God knows what they do in the little buckets they keep their mops in.               I have once seen a lady waiting in the line for the bathroom, suddenly go into the janitors closet and come out looking relieved if  you know what I mean.  Yeah, I know gross.   I continued down the hall, seeing a dim light by one of the booth.               Jinki's face was lightly illuminated by the candle.  He sat waiting patiently, a small smile on his face.  No, not one of those nasty smiles you get from those ahjussi's in the bus, the kind that you see on a small kid.  Whenever he was going to get something... good?  Yeah nasty.               He thought we were actually dating.  And in love.  Except I was playing hard to get.               I popped my head in the doorway, a bright smile on my face, half real-half fake, knowing that I would have to spend the afternoon with this guy here, and knowing that I would get money at the end of the night.  "Hey there", I giggled, shooting him one of my famous eye smiles.  His smile went wider, giving me his famous smile as well.  It was nice.  Wide smile, small eyes.If you're into that sort of thing."Hey... you.", he stuttered.  I tilted my head, as I walked to his booth, as if I found him as interesting as SpongeBob."I missed you.", I pouted facing downwards, but looking up at him at him, as I sat on one of the filthy seats. "Yeah, sorry I was so busy", he apologized sincerely as if I actually cared.  As if."It's alright.  You make it up to me today, right?", I leaned towards him.His steady breath stopped for a moment.  "Yeah.", he gulped, "Yeah.  I will."               I gave him a smile that showed my teeth, just before I blew out the last candle lighting the room.  "Good", I lied.  I leaned over the table holding his face gently, but firmly in my hands, rubbing my nose against him, to make him feel as if I wasn't here for the sex.  He had to make the first real move.  It was like luring a dog in, he took the bait, pushing his lips against mine gently at first then more passionately.  It wasn't even kissing.  Nope, not at all.  At first I tried to whisper my 'disapproval' into his lips.  But I let them fade out eventually.  He liked that.               My hands loosened against his face.  My arms were getting pretty tired.  How did they do this in the movies?  His arms wrapped around me, I rested my arms around his neck, as his arms shifted going for the sipper the back.  He averted his conversation, as he tried to unzipped it slowly.  Ugh I hated this.  Was he stupid couldn't he do two things at the same time?  I pulled away, trying not to look impatient, but instead exhilarated.  "Let me."               I unzipped the dress, and let the fabric fall down on its own.  "It's all yours big boy.", I said biting my lips, trying not to laugh.  God, i hope we didn't watch the same movies, otherwise he would know that I just stole these lines.  But then again I'm pretty sure he doesn't do anything but watch porn.  He licked his lips.  Who does that?  Who the hell does that?  But than again, this was the boy that rubbed his hands together in 10th grade and said, "I have some juicy rumors.".  I tried to stifle the laugh but failed miserably.  He looked at me confused."Why are you laughing?"I quickly weaved a story.  "I'm just thinking that it's so funny.  I can't believe that I'm with a man like you.", I looked deep into his eyes seeing nothing but trust.He pulled me close, "No I can't believe I'm with you."               I looked up at him, smiling.  He took two steps forward forcing me onto the table.  I laid there, as he examined me.  I let his eyes run over me as my mind wandered.  What shall we have for dinner tomorrow?  He leaned forward, smiling looking at my face, as he undid my front clasp bra.  I held my breath.  He slowly let the sides fall down, his eyes now on my boobs?  I looked away as he roughly flicked one.  Ow?  Guys think we like it.  Not really.  It's sort of like giving girls a purple nurple.  He rubbed his palm against my left nipple, I bit my lower lip.  It was strange.  It was supposed to feel nice, but it didn't.  Just skin on skin.  He put his head on my right breast his hair tickling my chin.  This guy was bad.               "Oppa, why don't I take the lead?", I tilted my head coyly.  I flipped him over easily, now I was on top, my almost naked body on his fully clothed.  I whistled as I saw the bulge down there.  He wasn't nicknamed Dubulge for a reason.  "We're gonna have to get some of this off.  You know that, right."  He nodded obediently.  What'd I say?  A dog.  I unzipped his fly.  And watched a sock come out.  I looked up at him, raising an eyebrow.  He looked away whistling.  Whatever.  I shrugged, not my job to question anything.               I rubbed my hand against it watching him bite his lip, just a little rougher I decided.  With the edge of my palm I massaged it, sort of like kneading dough.  Really hard dough.  He groaned, and I continued this process, watching his hips go up slightly, off the table, each time just a  little higher.  I'm that good, huh?  I tried to block out the donkey resembling moans.  "Stop it.  Just go on.", he said hoarsely.  Oh.  We usually went longer a little longer with that part of the session.  I let his penis slid between the hole of his boxers.  Naw too annoying.  I pulled them down to this strong thighs, along with his pants.  His dick bravely, stood straight up.  Like a soldier.  I rubbed his perineal, the skin between his testicles and anus.  He groaned as I tried not to let my mind wander about his hygeine.  He groaned again.               I looked up, he looked pretty happy.  His member was getting pretty big now, not its full size but I hadn't done much yet.  I got on my knees, cupping my hands around his balls, opening my mouth as I inserted his cock into my mouth slowly, but deliberately.  I breathed on his, and watched him shudder.  He liked it, good, because I don't.  I massgaed his balls that were in my hands, closing my mouth, but not sucking it.  Just running my toungue agianst it.  It was soft and smmoth-ish.  Like eyelid skin.  He was growing in my mouth, my tongue and mouth was clamped over it tight, and I could feel the vein pulsating on the roof of my mouth.  I emptied my cheeks, as if I was sucking on an oversized straw that made sperm.  His pubes tickled my upper lip and nose.  I wanted to sneeze so badly, but I kept it in.               I bit softly on it, blocking all sound out, focusing on my task.    Nibble, nibble.  Suck, suck.  This was like a lollipop.  I would like cock... watermelon flavor, I thought to myself.  I could taste the saltiness of the pre cum.  I stoope abruptly, remmebering that precum was piss nad sperm.  I openeed my mouth, spitting it all out.  I squeezed his testicles harshly, then retuned to my task.  I popped him back into my mouth, my hands moving to his shaft and began rubbing against the skin.  Up and down.  Up and down.  He began shaking, I continued jerking his cock, but removed it from my mouth, walking away.               Away to his wallet.  He always fell asleep after our sessions.  I didn't mind.  I found his wallet on a nearby table.  I opened it, finding a few hundred buck and then some.  I took the extra as a tip.  I walked back to the table pulling his pants and boxers back up, zippering the fly, and positioned him on the booth's seat sitting down peacefully.  I graoned as i turne th lights back on, finding that the stickly liquid was all over the floor.               Whatever.  It wasn't my job to clean up.  I got my bag, getting my phone and called Taemin."Hey you, pick me up at KFC.""What why?""What? Why?""Because your mom has pubes"He laughed, "Be there in a minute.  Lucky I'm close."I hung up and waited inside.God.  this felt long ;_;  Sorry Jonghyun will be here... SOON.  Two chaptes later?  -_-  My head hurrrts~  Goodnight all.  Even though iit's only 9