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This entry is written in the point of view of a friend, a 26 year old lady who is still in a relationship with a dominant guy. This recount of hers touched my heart deeply, giving me an insight of a girl in a tormenting love life.

Just like every Sunday, I went to his house to spend time with him, although I know it was mostly for the sex he wanted. That day, he sat in the living room when I entered his place, and went to his room to put my belonging down. Right there on his bed was a wireless bullet, with its batteries laid out. I did not have to ask or initiate any conversation with him. I knew he would throw a fit if I questioned the reasons we were together.

Just so you guys know, ever since we got intimate, I had never wore panties, while allowed to keep my bra on when I had to wear revealing clothes. From a girl who had mostly shorts, jeans, t-shirts (polo tee included), his spare wardrobe had my second storage. But instead of my favourite clothes, it was a collection of low-cut, short dresses, skimpy tank tops, brightly coloured and boldly designed bras. So, you guys can imagine what I was demanded to wear during the times we were out.

I picked a sleeveless nude coloured lace blouse that did not have any lining under it, and a light pink bra to go with it. The surprise came when I put the bra on and realised he had removed the padding in the cups. Now, my nipples were poking out of the thin material. A black flare skirt went up my hips and I sat on the bed, trembling as I pushed the toy up my pussy. I wasn’t turned on at first, but the months of conditioning my mind had went through, easily linked the toy to lust, wetting my oussy even before I finished dressing. The wireless toy went in smoothly and I touched up on my make up before I went out of the room.

As soon as he saw me ready, he picked his bunch of keys and went out of the house, skipping any conversations with me. He was those type of guys had will need to unload before he admits your existence. God I wonder why I was still with him. I sat my pantyless butt on the hot seat and he hopped in after a cigarette, polluting the air I was breathing. My perfume was totally useless in his presence. We went for a quick lunch at the market in Beach Road, where NS guys went to get their goods.

It was obvious that he was there to parade me, walking beside with his hands around my waist, kissing me when there were people around. Oh, the vibrator was also buzzing between my legs, getting louder from the worn out parts in it. I knew no one could hear it, but my helpless flushed face attracted even more attention, especially from the older men who kept staring at my bra and legs. It was a visual rape I went through.

Although he had instructed me to put the vibrator on every time we met, I had never told him that my body was long used to the toy and it had minimal effect, merely causing discomfort when I walked for long distances. I guess it would be best if he did not know.

After a pointless walk in the ‘shopping’ area, we went back to his car and I knew where we were heading. Two blocks away exist a carpark, where he found it to be ideal for a mid-day romp. Little cars would pass the corner, and the opposite was nothing but taller trees.

The car stopped after a reverse and he exited the car to my side, acting all gentleman with the door open act. I did not even need to leave his car. I changed my position to kneel on the prickling seat for him to raise my skirt. The bullet was removed while its still buzzing, and thrown into the rear seats. As he took a step back to undo his pants, I sat straight and pulled my bra off, leaving my nipples exposed behind the lace. That was how vulnerable he has made me.

I went outside the car as demanded at times, adjusting my skirt before going over to the bonnet. I bent my body over the radiating hood and let my fingertips support my weight. Again, my skirt was flipped to my back and I opened my legs for him. He had gotten used to pressing my back down, but how I wished to tell him I could spread wider to be lower. Well, not like he would listen. His dry tip went into my pussy and he made a few shallow thrusts, before jabbing the full length into me.

It had definitely hurt, but that was how he liked it, to see me squirming in pain. As soon as his hips started pumping, the pain faded and it felt all better with his rod stroking my pussy. Of course, sex was still good, and I loved it when he went so fast at me, sinking his cock deep inside. My body was considered to be sensitive, I could cum a few times in under five minutes. It was something I was proud to have.

When I finally came from his hard thrusts, he would keep himself still inside of me, waiting for the waves of contractions to go away. After which, the rampage resumed and he would go all out at me. Occasionally, cars do drive by, but none of them had stopped in the vicinity. My mind went wild when he grabbed my ass with all his might, pumping me so hard and deep at the same time. I could tell he wanted to cum.

I intentionally squeezed my pussy tighter, which I seldom does as it would drive me insane as well. I moaned uncontrollably when my pussy felt his every veins and muscles brushing along my vagina, teasing every spot until my body could no longer take it. Yes, we had always done it without protection, because I went on the pill for him. I could not deny that I wanted sex. Even if I did, my body wouldn’t agree either.

For the last three minutes, he had been going all out on me, forcing himself so deep I almost peed. There was no much time left for him, and I wanted it to end. I had enough for today. A few minutes later, he slowed down and the thick jets of cum coated along my tunnel, warming me up to a daze. You know, the feeling when hot water rinsed down your body on a cold day? It was as close as I could describe. That false impression of love, him being the ideal man, would cause you to fall deeper into this sweet torment.

He pulled out after he was satisfied and I headed back into the car before anyone walked in on us. I did the usual clean up for him and myself, with the huge packet of baby wipes he kept in his car. That look at his tensed expression when I wiped his sensitive tip was priceless, usually, giving him my first giggle of the day.

Frankly speaking, I had thoughts of leaving him already, supposed I should belong to someone more worthy of me. Those oral skills I have gone through to pick up, painless anal sex, would definitely be more fun with someone better.

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For all long journeys I took, I always chose the upper decks of buses and occasionally sit at the back when single passengers took up both seats. I guess that’s alright as long as the bus wasn’t too crowded, even I do that myself. Sitting alone at the back, there wasn’t much to see and I could focus on writing down my recounts for the ride.

Just as I thought nothing interesting would happen, a girl in her late 20s, wearing a floral tube top that has a knot around her chest to hold the translucent piece of cloth around, walked past the empty rows in front and sat right next to me. It did felt a little weird as there were so many seats, ‘lucky day’ surely didn’t come so easy right? But I wouldn’t say no to a pretty girl beside me.

She placed her large handbag on the floor and took out her iPad mini, opening a video app. She might just prefer this seat that I took before her, and so I didn’t not bother much with her. Back to my phone, whatever happening on my screen would have to be ‘decent’. Slowly, my mind ignored her prescence once the music in my ear placed me back on track.

Seamlessly, her hand with slender long fingers moved from her lap to my thighs and giving it a squeeze. I had not paid much attention to her face but I had no intention of judging her in that manner. Dirty thoughts flashed through my mind as the bold lady continued to ‘molest’ me. The short denim skirt she wore did not help either, as it rose dangerously to her upper thighs.

Girl: ‘How old are you?’

Me: ‘In my 20s?’

Girl: ‘Like older ladies?’

Me: ‘I don’t know.’

Girl: ‘It’s okay. You can tell me later.’

Tucking the iPad mini back in her bag, both her hands went to my jeans to unbuckle the belt, and pulled the zip down. I had totally no idea how to react, much less helping her to strip myself. The gentleness of her hand running up and down my thigh soon got me hard under the briefs, and as you guys would do, I let her did what she wanted.

I unbuttoned my jeans and pulled it down to my butt, while she settled my underwear at around the same height. We swapped our places to give her more concealment, to reduce the chances of anyone spotting our little ‘action’. I gave her the window seat while I took the aisle.

She wasted no time in giving my dick a gentle massage, stroking it without any signs of hurry. The focus on her face was a little amusing, I could tell she was stopping herself from going wild. Once she had got me hard and throbbing, I told her to hold nothing back and she almost laughed before her head dived down. Her mouth went over my dick, skipping the foreplay and took it in large strides. From the tip, down to the base, where stubble tickled her lips, and then back up again.

Her blowjob was those that I could use ‘out of the world’ to describe. She knew how to work her way around dicks, and the suction coupled with tongue glides, made it tough not to ejaculate prematurely. There was no need to hold her head down with that hardworking nature, sucking tirelessly, as though she was feeding off it.

My hands on her back reached under her arm that was closer to my body, slipping into a thick bra she wore underneath. It had felt ‘leathery’. Since I was already inside her bra, I gave her fleshy breast a few squeezes, sure to use my whole hand to give her a thorough massage. That petite girl was trying so hard not to let any moans escape through her busy mouth. I loved how pointy her nipples got and couldn’t stop tuning them.

Only after a full five minutes of teasing that she stopped to rest. She slid lower down on her seat and placed one knee on the empty seat in front, before resting her other leg on my lap. I yanked her skirt higher and saw a matching leather panties. It had an open-crotch design and I could spot juices glimmering between her pussy lips.

Without further ado, my fingers dived between the soft, wet folds and attacked her clit. In response to my relentless rubbing, my dick was given a tight grab and fierce pumps. Oh my, I almost lost it when she went so fast. The only thing I could do was to rub her faster to weaken her, that’s when her head fell backwards onto the handgrip, and moaned so ever softly.

My finger made its way in and she immediately shifted her hand over mine, pushing another finger in. So, two fingers were thrusting in and out of her, causing her juices to drip down the edge of the chair onto the ground. My dick had enough rest by then, but getting this stranger to climax was so much more meaningful. My tired hand did not stop until I felt her pussy contract to a point I couldn’t move my fingers.

Girl: ‘Just move your fingers, don’t need to go in and out.’

I did as she asked, watching her face closely. It was an agonising expression with an impending doom heading her way. Oh shit! her mouth said those words before she closed her legs together. I placed my arm at her knee and kept her legs apart, where she went into a fit and convulsed like a possessed being. The amount of cum that flowed out of her was unstoppable, it just kept flowing. Her skirt had a patch, but that was less of my concern. She was still shaing from the orgasm.

I had to pull my hand out before my fingers were crushed, and held her in my arms until she recovered. Her bright eyes stared at me and my bulge, which had returned to its tiny size from the scare.

Girl: ‘Sorry about that.’

Me: ‘It’s alright. As long as you’re fine.’

Her skirt and clothes were adjusted back to their position, leaving no evidence of our fun. I think she felt bad that I managed to make her cum first even though she initiated everything. When she had unzipped my jeans again, I did not stop her. My dick was wrestled out of its nest, and her mouth went over it again. This time, a hard suck and slippery tongue worked their magic behind the tightly sealed lips.

All I did was to lie back and relax, feeling my manhood get the royal treatment. The pace she chose was quite ideal, giving me a pleasant surprise when I felt the end coming. So she knew how to quicken the process, definitely not as simple as I thought. Her head kept bouncing on my groin until I was about to cum, and it was going to be a big one.

I whispered into her ears and she relaxed her lips, forcing her mouth so deep I could sense the contractions in her throat. That light stimulation at my tip had pushed me over the edge and my rod just started flushing its tube. Her skilled tongue identified the symptoms and retracted away, leavingmy shaft in her mouth. The circular motion around my little head kept the pulses going, squeezing every bit of cum out, while she continued sucking me dry. Oh what a way to die.

After I stopped with those jerky movements, her mouth left and her tongue did a quick clean up. I tucked my dick in and quickly wore my pants properly. It was such a special feeling that we felt, and I was sad that I might not get her number.

After I alighted and waved goodbye to her, my dick was already missing those lips. *buzz buzz* Yet another message from those few friends I have. But when I looked at the unknown number, I was filled with hope.

Cousin’s Intrusion.

Ben took his usual shower in the afternoon despite hearing visitors in his house. His mum had invited her sister and daughters over for lunch but he paid no attention to them, determined to get his cool shower before he left for work. Halfway into the shower, he heard the door in his room open and closed, before some noises came about. He was just soaping himself midway. The sliding door suddenly glided quietly, and a girl in her twenties stepped right in without checking. The curtains had shielded his nude body in the bathtub and the moment she pulled it away, a scream almost gave him away. He cupped his soapy hands over her mouth and stepped out of the tub, holding her against the wall.

Ben: ‘Shh.. It’s just an accident. If you scream, they might think I tried to rape you or something.’

What he said made sense and she spit the foam that got into her mouth, onto the floor. It was her mistake that she did not check, barging into him in such embarrassing state. Although she had turned around to rinse her face, his body was negotiating to advance on his cousin. They had known each other for some time, but met only on gatherings and funerals. Her young body had caused an erection with those dirty thoughts, and she wasn’t that shy after all.

As soon as the towel wrapped her body, he pulled it off and turned her around, bringing her into the bathtub. Samantha almost screamed but his hand had silenced her again. A push sent her leaning against the wall and he made her sit in the tub. The overhead shower was still splashing water, and it had got her too wet to just run away. By then, he had made himself comfortable between her legs that stuck out of the ceramic tub.

Seamlessly, his fingers went to soap her pussy up and went into her before she was even horny. One of his hand rested on her chest to hold her down, and the other went to work, thrusting his fingers deep into her. Luckily, the running water had been splashing into her mouth, keeping her quiet while he satisfied his fingers. Most of the soap had been washed away after ten minutes, and the water in the tub got clearer.

He stopped teasing her pussy and grabbed her hands, getting her to stand before bending her back over.

Samantha: ‘Ben, please don’t.’

Ben: ‘Shh.. Don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy it.’

The dominance he displayed had indeed aroused her, explaining her effort to keep as quiet as possible. She wanted him to continue with his mistake, and especially loved how his cock twitched even though she wasn’t touching him. Her back leaned forward and he nudged her knees to kneel in the tub. Her butt was in the water that had filled to the brim, and his dick went underwater too. He got into position and tried to get his dick in, to no avail. She was too tight for him and he wasn’t too experienced in finding the entrance.

Her legs parted and Samantha reached for his warm dick, placing the tip at her pussy before she sat backwards instinctively. That was how much she wanted his cock. The instant he felt her vagina wrap around his dick, he couldn’t stop pumping, splashing water out of the tub.

Ben went insane with the thrill of doing his sweet looking cousin, and the new underwater sensation. She was so wet that her pussy went into overdrive from the fast, deep thrusts. Her first orgasm came when her butt slipped lower, making him adjust his hips to thrust upwards. The new direction had pushed her sensitive pussy over the edge and ended up with a draining climax.

Her weakness worried Ben and he stopped too, helping her out of the shower and into the bedroom, where she lay breathless. Her shaved pussy had never looked so yummy on his white bedsheets.

Samantha: ‘Ben, finish what you started. But you will have to do the work. I’m too tired.’

Do the work?! Why not! He jumped onto the bed and lifted her knees to her shoulders. His dick needed no guide this time, as it sank all the way in one stroke. A soft moan scare the shit out of him but thankfully, the TV outside was louder. Her surprised pussy clenched tightly around his dick as it slurped quickly in and out, sending her body into a series of shocks. The pleasure ringing in her head had numbed everything else, not even the incestuous act bothered her.

In less than five minutes of the furious sex, he was reaching his own climax. Now, for the moment of truth. He rammed with every bit of strength into her, until his load shot into Samantha, who went even crazier when she felt it. The cum had turned her into a little sex slave, wrapping her legs around his hips and pulling him towards herself. Ben was begging to stop as his dick went into hypersensitive mode, blasting waves of tickles across his body.

He fell on top of her and rolled to his sides, while she sat up to push the thick cum back into her pussy. After a while, she had went back to the shower to get dressed. Giving him the pair of panties she wore, he went back into bed while she left the room, to the voice of his mother apologising for her sleeping son.

A new secret has came about, and it would be the proudest thing to hide from the world.

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Would you prefer to be in front or behind Misty? ;)

Easy Money.

Resting at one of the stairs of her block, Angela was dead tired from her school that began early at 7am. It was a very windy afternoon and she knew she had to get some rest before her make up night class started at 6pm. Wearing a black skater skirt and white sleeveless blouse, her pink strapless bra that was showing through the translucent top had been admired by the guys in her school for the whole day, going unnoticed by her. Nonetheless, she finally got her time off to catch a nap, and all of her books were in her laptop bag.

Only a handful of people walked past the stairs, and did not bother with the tired girl. Until a guy came about while he took the flight of stairs up to the second level, where he lived. Taking his steps up, her stripped pink panties were showing in high contrast and he could even go close enough to get a close up view of it. In mere seconds, he decided to go for it and asked if she was keen in making some extra cash.

Marcus (whispering): ‘Hey.. excuse me?’

Angela: ‘Yes?’

Marcus: ‘Want to make some extra cash?’

Angela: ‘Huh? What to what?’

Still half-awake, she couldn’t make out what he was mumbling at all. But the clarification got her up on her feet and almost ran down the stairs, until he blurted the amount he was willing to pay.

Marcus (whispering loudly): ‘Two hundred!’

Angela stopped midway on the stairs and turned back, giving his offer a thought, and weighing the dangers of the quick-cash deal. She could control what she wanted to do, and no one would know since he wasn’t related to her in any way. The money was the main temptation given how little savings she had, and nothing too dangerous could happen to her. That was how confident she was with her occasional gym visits.

Angela: ‘250?’

Marcus: ‘Will have to depends on how well you perform.’

Angela: ‘Okay. Where?’

He made his way to the second flight of stairs and stood there, waving to her as the spot for the deal. It was darker than normal under the overcast sky and he had assured her that the whole floor was empty, like ‘for sale’ empty. The footwear outside the doors was enough to let her feel comfortable, and she awaited for him to guide her.

Marcus’ belt hit the floor with his pants and sat himself down, patting on the empty space next to him. She took her place and he went on to spread her knees, kneading on her panties without much noises. The circular motion was quickly turning Angela on, at the same time she tried to bring herself into the mood. It would only be right to enjoy a little despite the unclean form of a ‘part-time’ job right? Soon, a patch of juices had soaked into the underwear and he asked her to remove it.

Once her pussy was in sight, he went a few steps lower and angled her pussy towards him. It was unlike the girls in adult videos, her pubic region were shaved, but was in a lighter skin tone, that matched her fair legs. He could see it clearly for the first time. His mouth dived in for the juicy abalone and his fingers slipped into her lubricated pussy easily, licking and finger-fucking her at the same time.

For Angela, this quickie had been going well so far, as she was the one being served up to this point. Clearly, he was experienced in teasing her clit and working on her g-spot, giving her the first public orgasm that sent fluid gushing out.

Marcus (whispering): ‘You can squirt?!’

Angela: ‘I didn’t know it until now.’

Confident about his skills, it was time for him to enjoy and he lowered the skirt to cover her pussy. He went back to where Angela sat and spoke two words into her ears ‘blow me’. Without wasting anymore time, she sat between his legs and kept her legs opened. One hand went to his shaft to guide it into her mouth, while the other went between her legs to keep herself horny. It had definitely made work easier when she masturbated. Her seventeen year old lips went over his little head and gave it a lick, before pushing her pouted mouth down his shaft.

Ahhh..

He could not hold his groaning back from the tightness of her mouth. Her eyes kept watch on his expression while going up and down, swirling her tongue over the tip whenever she took a break. Marcus let her continue with the oral sex without any requests nor sudden pushing, allowing her to take her time to milk his rod. His eyes were closed and body leaned against the steps, mouth opening and closing, biting his own lips to contain the embarrassing groans.

After five minutes of her deadly lips, he stopped her and reached for his wallet to take a condom. Handing it to her, she tore it open with shocking violence, giving him a scare. But what followed showed him her real skills. Capping the tip over his rod, her mouth took over the task of rolling it down, up to the last inch, where she gave him one stroke of deep throat to get the rubber in place. He knew he could not take anymore of her blowjob, least he would cum before sex.

Once the protection was in place, he got up and placed his slippers together at where he sat. Going behind her and asking to place her knees on it. So, the first position was ‘doggie on the steps’. Her feet had a little trouble finding support, but he didn’t take too long to prove that she needed to step on something. He flicked his dick up and down her slit until he felt ready, and sank his meat inch by inch into her.

The separation of her vagina walls had met its limits with his size, not surprising for someone appearing to be in his late twenties or early thirties. Her knees would not go any wider to ease the slight pain, since his feet were opened behind her. That overwhelming tightness had immediately alerted that it would not take too long for him to cum. Unsure of what to do, she remained in the same position while his dick took a rest inside.

That throbbing stick was struggling with the contracting pussy, moving in a wavy motion as though she was milking him. There was nothing he could do to last any longer. What a way to spend S$200. After half a minute, he started pounding her butt and the long, deep strokes were sending her into the heavens. Her pussy had never felt so full before, with a dick that sealed closely around her insides. Every area was in contact with the thrusts and almost each strokes had stimulated a different experience for her.

His dick did not take too long to give her the first orgasm, where she moaned during the whole climax, scaring the hell out of Marcus. Although he did not stop pounding her, it was as close as telling his neighbours that some action was happening at his floor. The quietness came after a while and he resumed his speed, going in and out of the slippery pussy that just squirted. The trembling was still running through her body, but she was too high to give a hoot about it. She wanted more.

His hands had went around her body to fondle her boobs over her bra, but there was not really a need for it. She was already too horny for more. Each time he paused, she would jerk her body backwards to fuck his dick, and it felt extremely different when she did it on her own. It was just too overwhelming for Marcus, who had not met such a situation before.

After a long ten minutes of doggie, he decided to change to a cowgirl position, with her sitting on his opened legs. Angela wasted no time in swapping her pose, and held his dick upright while lowering herself. Her pussy was all excited for the reentry, and Marcus regretted his choice of stance. She had one hand on the railing and another behind his neck, holding on dearly for balance while her squatting legs warmed up from the up down bouncing. She was not as tight as before, but the speed and angle she went were as erotic.

Alternating between hops and grinds, he was desperately feeling for the less stimulating one so he could enjoy longer. He held her waist down after a few more strokes and Angela knew he preferred the grind. Her pussy rubbed against his groin continuously, while her g-spot was screaming for the largest orgasm she was building up. Moving in a steady speed, his mind shifted into the countdown for the one shot, if she had maintained her pace and pressure (of her vagina).

Marcus (whispering): ‘I am about to cum. Keep going.’

Angela (whispering loudly): ‘Oh my god.. me too. Let’s cum together.’

She went on and on as though time had slowed down, until the moment he held her slim waist still and thrashed his hips upwards, like a machine gun gone wild. His high attack speed drove her pussy into convulsion, delivering his seeds into the rubber tip while her pussy flushed like the toilet, covering his legs in watery juices. Once they were in this synchronised orgasm, his hands went weak and dropped her over his dick, where her pussy took over and moved in a wave, squeezing his meat tube upwards so every drop was emptied.

Strengthless, Angela fell on his body and he laid on the steps lifeless, breathing fast and shallow. In a way, the money was well spent, but it could be better if he had lasted longer – like every man had wished. They rested for a whole five minutes before she picked herself up, with help of the railings by the side. The reservoir in the condom was sagging with his huge load and she seemed to be excited by the amount of it.

Sitting by his side, she wore her panties back before adjusting her clothes, tided her hair and applying makeup until he recovered a couple of minutes later. His wallet opened and the thick wad of cash shone like gold in her face. He skipped the blue notes and went for the red ones, or rather, light red ones.

1.. 2.. 3..

Marcus: ‘Here. You earned it.’

S$300 easily went into her pocket and her gapping pussy was showing no signs of tiredness. The motivation had been ignited by the cash. She went between his legs and removed the condom for him, wiping him clean with the wet wipes she carried in her bag. It was after all service that helped her out this time, might as well complete it nicely.

Angela: ‘Do you have WeChat or Kik?’

Marcus: ‘WeChat.’

Angela: ‘Can I add you so you can find me if you want it again?’

He took his phone and added her contact, sending a notification to her phone instantly. There was something about this girl that made the whole session so special. Good looking, sexy, hardworking, and courteous. Why not RTF right? They bided farewell and she left the area, for another stairs to rest her tired mind, and maybe give herself another round of climax just to see if she could finger herself to squirt.

Sale | Stories: Thirty Days.

Hello people! Long time since you guys read anything personal from Staplerman yeah? Well, for a personal challenge, I have written a short eBook in PDF format. The reason for this attempt is firstly to raise funds. I’m just going to summarise my situation here for those who are interested.

Career switch. Govt-subsidised course. Attend classes. No job for now.

If I may call this eBook, a novel, consists of 30 entries, revolving around a newly-wed couple, Bernice and ‘I’. My wife’s best friend, Sarah, got involved in ‘some’ ways and un/luckily, Sarah was also good friend with Shanice, my wife’s younger, sister-in-law. Sarah’s brother, Rick, returned to Singapore for a break during the period of this messy affair and he got involved too!

Does it sound boring? Well, like all the stories I’ve written for sale, you guys will have access to the first of many chapters, denoted in ‘Day’. Before you guys proceed to indulge in the first story, please remember the following;

You guys know my writing style. I am a rouge writer, with imperfect command of English. Don’t be surprised if there are minor errors. Spell-check only goes this far and trust me when I say I have checked through as thoroughly as I could. I am very female-biased, so whatever torture or BDSM you might come across WILL be gentle, or softcore.

Day 1 – Reality

Me: ‘Sarah? you’re here? Bernice didn’t tell me you’re coming.’
Bernice: ‘Just come in first.’

Carrying all the groceries into the kitchen, my raging hormones were confused as to be more raging, or less raging. Sarah, her best friend, had keys to our apartment that I wasn’t aware of. Just as I was ready to release my Kraken on my little girl, her friend had to be the cock block.

From the kitchen, I could see the two girls whispering, while I placed the eggs into the rack of the cryopreservation unit – my fridge that is, if you guys haven’t got it. Once I had everything packed, Bernice led me into the master bedroom, almost in tears as she spoke.

Bernice (sobbing): ‘Sarah is here because of a deal we made long time ago.’
Me: ‘Hey hey. Don’t cry. What kind of deal is it?’

Cries broke out as she tried to recall that piece of memory, scaring me at a level I had never encountered during our courting days. Half snorting and explaining, I knew what happened. It was a favour of a lifetime, one that must be honoured with the price Sarah paid for her happiness.

I had no idea how to ‘balance’ this favour. It wasn’t money, it wasn’t anything physical. The delicate heart Bernice could only take so much, and Sarah had kept this burden away for as long as she could. This was a huge favour to repay, and there was just no way I could replace it with something else.

The damage was done, price was paid. The beautiful picture we had painted for our friends and families at the wedding, was all built on this emotional expense their friendship had endured.

Me: ‘We can’t ignore this. What can we do now?’
Bernice (sobbing): ‘She wants to the repayment to start today. The one thing that connects to her is you. I promised her she could.. she could have sex with you.’

Me: ‘You actually suggested that? Seriously?’
Bernice: ‘I did.. I’m sorry. I can’t think of any other way out. She gave up the most important thing in her life for me, and you are the only important thing in my life I have.’

Me: ‘No wait. Listen to me. As a guy, I have nothing to lose. But as a husband, I have you to love.’

She wiped her tears away and brought me back into the living room. Sarah, the quiet looking girl in a blue tube flare dress, was looking at me with anticipation.

Bernice: ‘Sarah. I can be with him when.. when it happens right?’
Sarah: ‘Yes Bern. He’s yours at the end of the day. And it might make him feel better too.’
Bernice: ‘I’ll be fine babe. Just help me take this pain away.’

Sighing with sadness at outcome of her decision, I gave in and asked Sarah to proceed into the bedroom. Bernice followed quietly behind till the doors were shut, and the dancer girl began stripping down to her toned, well-built figure.

Sarah: ‘Bern, get naked too. C’mon.’

She went over to the guilt-filled wife and pulled her body-hugging t-shirt off, before tucking her thumbs into her shorts and lowered it with her panties.

Once Bernice was in the nude and covering her chastity with her arms, I was next to get naked. As Sarah requested, Bernice stripped me and I took my seat on the edge of the bed. Wifey then went behind me and held my flaccid dick, totally unreactive to the sexy, slim, fair skinned girl kneeling before me.

Feeling the tight hug from Bernice, Sarah’s mouth went over my dick and sucked on it hungrily, sliding her tongue gracefully under my cock with each stroke. Absurdly, I was harder than with my own girl. Wherever her skills came from, it sure felt like lots of practice, probably with a load of heartache too.

Sarah: ‘Bern, lie beside us k?’

She fell onto the centre of the bed reserved for our private acts and opened her legs. She then grabbed Bernice’s hand and placed it on her clit, automatically massaging it as she did the same for her. With one moaning in joy, the other was doing it in disgust.

Not wanting this to drag any longer, I fell over Sarah and popped the question, ‘condom?’. Her ‘nope’, came almost immediately and Bernice bit her lips in regret. Holding her knees high, I plunged my cock into her and felt the instant suffocation, that I thrusted to relieve so I wouldn’t disappoint.

With my eyes closed, both their moans became my source of energy and I hammered her with all my might. Her first orgasm came very quickly and I found myself in a tighter situation. Between the loud pounding sounds, I saw tears roll down my wife’s cheeks, forcing me to ram even harder in revenge.

Sarah’s legs were weakening with each climax and it didn’t take long for her to shout for a time out. Covered in sweat, my dick was going into zen mode to calm itself down, almost losing interest after seeing my wife who was all wet and trembling from the sore clit rub.

Sarah: ‘I need a rest now. Your hubby is great! Can you suck him for a while?’

I took Sarah’s hand and picked myself up into a kneeling pose. Bernice’s hands went on my hips and took my dick into her mouth, casually bobbing her head just to put up a show. Little did she realise, the random strokes of her lips on my foreskin had caused an unwanted reaction, that almost made me cum right there.

Me: ‘Baby.. pause for a while.’
Sarah: ‘Cumming already? You’re so cute.’

She got off the bed and stacked the three pillows we had on the bed, before getting Bernice to lie down, hips raised by the pillow fort. Sarah climbed on top of her and lined her own pussy with hers, presenting a glorious sight of two, freshly shaven pussy.

Sarah (whispering): ‘Bern? Hey. Look at me.. ‘

Muffled moans came from where I couldn’t see but I knew they were making out. Their involuntarily hip motion was grinding each other, along with tiny gapping movements from their pussy lips.

Sarah: ‘You know which one to fuck more of right? But stop before you cum k?’

Her head turned back to my Bernice underneath her and slurping sounds came. Now that the visual distractions were gone, I sank my rod into my wife’s pussy, hoping to reassure her of my love and devotion. My mind registered the familiar sensation without problems and engaged in a fast-shallow stroke gear, pleasing my lovely wife at the speed she loved.

Just as I was lost in the beauty of love making, Bernice made an ‘mmm’ sound, jolting me out of her pussy. Something else was more important in this bedroom. I switched to Sarah’s overpowering pussy and gave her a taste of the cock her best friend owned, dipping into her cunt at shallow levels with high speed.

In under a minute, along with my desperate groans, Sarah’s butt shook like a mini quake and juices were forced out all over my dick, dripping onto my wife’s body. Sarah’s head rose and her shiver transcended across her body, all the way to her fingers which she clenched into a fist.

Sarah (whispering): ‘Fuck.. Fuck.. Fuck.. ‘

The tone she whispered those words was filled with jealousy and deprivation. I couldn’t imagine her, a girl with everything, not having access to someone who could satisfy her like I did.

Sarah: ‘Berniceeee.. Fuck me J.. all the way please.. ‘

I grabbed Bernice’s ankles to ascertain my stand and drilled into Sarah. Pushing her body down with my weight, my hips vibrated back and forth, teasing that cunt of hers that tried to tighten at my tempo. Too bad, high speed sex was my forte and both Bernice and I knew how long I could last.

Sarah (moaning): ‘Deeper! All the way inside me!’

Bernice finally had a chance to speak while her lips were free and the next words did not face any rejection from Sarah.

Bernice: ‘Babe! Let’s turn her over.’

I pulled out and we flipped her onto her back, still atop Bernice’s body. While I drove my cock into that manipulative slut again, Bernice kneaded her breast with one hand and use her other to rub her clit. Within a minute, Sarah’s eyes rolled white and her limbs no longer had any strength, shaking uncontrollably like a starfish.

Me: ‘Baby! I’m cumming!’

The Patrick Starfish insult ended the moment I pulled out, and she was left on her sides after Bernice pushed her away.

Me (panting): ‘Sarah.. where?’
Sarah (tiredly): ‘Inside.. ‘

Inside Bernice? Sure. She had the IV..

‘Me’. I repeated her own words and she nodded feebly.

Shit. Is there any way out?

Bernice (whispering): ‘Willy.. your willy!’

That long unused toy? I leaned over the bed and took the Clone-A-Willy from a box. Bernice then looked into the box and out came the warming lube. What a smart lady I married.

I smeared some of that lubricant on the tip and had Bernice go behind me. She held it at my navel and I helped Sarah into doggie, a position she had no way to see what we were up to. Thrusting my hips, that toy fucked away the initial coldness and went in at a depth none of us knew.

A quick whisper from Bernice later, I grunted out her exact words.

Me (grunting): ‘I’m cumming Sarah!’

I shoved that toy in all the way, and Bernice twisted it a little, duplicating the twitching effect. We stayed in that position for a few seconds, just to accommodate her shivering body. Relieved, I backed away with the dildo and Baby dropped it back into our Chamber of Secrets. Straightening things out as if we had not cheated.

Bernice: ‘Sarah. You okay?’
Sarah (panting): ‘Yeah. It’s so warm inside me.’

I went into the toilet and calmed myself down, sadly thinking about a confusing equation I faced at work while my real willy gave up. When I came out of the bathroom, Sarah was smiling weakly, assisted by Bernice to wash up.

Now that everything was settled, Sarah left in a drunk-like walk, leaving our apartment to ourselves.

Bernice: ‘I’m sorry Babe.’
Me: ‘We can’t use that trick forever.’
Bernice: ‘I know. We’ll think of something the next time k?’

With that, she kissed me onto the bed and swiped her hair behind her ears. My underwear was tugged low and my rising cock disappeared into her mouth. After a few minutes of rejuvenating blowjob, it was my turn to play. Her mouth was one thing I could never get enough of.

We went over to the window where a small platform stuck out, and she was placed on her knees. Grabbing a handful of her hair into a ponytail, my dick slammed into her pussy and rammed mercilessly, thoughts alternating between her and Sarah.

Sarah.. the perfect bachelorette, wealthy and gorgeous.. Before I knew it, I was humping my cock so deep into Bernice I could almost touch the grill. They had similar waistlines and shoulders, only difference being the hair colour. Sarah had the hot blonde highlights, a mark of wildness and unpredictability. And Bernice owned the dark, black hair she could style into any hairdo.

Bernice (pleading): ‘Cum into me baby.. all of it!’

Those words brought my mind (and heart) back to her and I fucked my last bit of energy out, pumping loads after loads of life into my dear wife’s pussy, while groaning like a bear going at it. Breathless and still shaking, she lifted herself off my dick and caught the errant droplets from her pussy, in her palm, and smeared it over her clit with a delightful smile.

Bernice: ‘Come, sit down.’

I dropped myself on the bed facing the window, and the dutiful lady went on her knees, licking my shaft clean. In front of my reddish eyes, she wiped her mouth on our blanket before jumping into bed, snuggling herself into a shrimp roll.

With dusk darkening the room, it was almost dinner time. Well, none of us could pick ourselves out of the bed after that ‘two’ rounds of sex. We snoozed through dinner and at nine plus, a pair of wet, thirsty lips went over my shrunken cock again, milking it for an after-dinner snack.

Guess who went to bed hungry? Between the times Bernice checked her phone and a message was flashed before my eyes. Apparently, the nightmare was just beginning.

Sarah (Whatsapp): ‘I’ll go over tomorrow. Have something nice to wear and remind him not to wear any underwear. The three of us are having dinner together.’

Bernice and I cuddled tightly, glad to know we still have each other through this weirdly ‘hard’ times. Apart from the race to raise money, we would be facing the greatest challenge of our lives, between lust – and love. Although unspoken, we had the same question in our head.

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Window Performance.

Jennifer laid on the bed with the blindfolds on, as requested by William, her boyfriend. He had prepared a bag of surprises for her and the shy girl had no idea what was about to happen. She had never checked into a budget hotel for such things before and the sleaziness of it had made things awkward from the lobby to the room. Moaning sounds and creaking beds echoed in the corridor, but it did not turn her on at all. Only in the privacy of the room she could rest, and the blindfold helped a little.

William took the cuffs out of the black backpack and laid it around the bed, checking on the bed to make sure it would fit. His pretty Philippine-Chinese girlfriend wore a low cut dark grey camisole, boobs well supported by the sewn-on cups, and a pair of denim shorts to match it. He removed her shorts before securing her knees to the sides of the bed, and her wrists to the top most corner. Although Jennifer was a little doubtful about bondage, the fact that he took time to plan it showed her how much he wanted it. With her hands and legs restrained, her body appeared even more arousing to him, in just the top and plain cotton panties.

She was one of those conservative girls who dressed normal, sometimes even unappealing, as long as comfort made her day easier. Just for today, she heeded his advice and dressed a little more revealing, and all ready to submit to him. The straps at her knees were adjustable, giving him freedom to spread it wide apart in missionary.

The zipping noise and sounds of him undressing was unmistakable, and she knew it was about to begin. His weight pressed onto the area between her legs and she felt his body heat hovering above her. There was no foreplay of any sort, but little did she know he had lubbed himself so he could surprise her. Her panties were snipped away and top yanked above her boobs, revealing that curvy figure to him. She didn’t mind it at all, since it was William.

The movements on the bed gradually died down and his hands pressed onto the bed beside her ribs. Her pussy felt a little tickle at her entrance, and then his whole dick sank all the way into her. She did not have any time to prepare and the sudden enlargement of her vagina just screamed ‘pain’ into her mind. Knowing that she was suffering from the struggle of her feet, he went on to ram his dick into her, relieving the shock with pleasure. The huge change in sensation actually made her more sensitive, and she could feel the roughness of his shaft inside.

The desire for his cock to never stop remained in her mind as she moaned uncontrollably. No amount of slow breathing could take away the pleasure that filled her body. Her slit was reddened from the penetration, and it was gapping on its own whenever he took a pause. This newfound fetish had got her addicted to helpless sex, giving control of her body to someone she trusted. Throughout the whole time, William was just slamming his hips at her, reaching to her deepest and most sensitive spot. Needless to say, the bedsheets were stained with her leaking pussy, desperately lubricating the fierce action.

After some time, she could feel her pussy tighten even without climaxing, and William was slowing down as well. Was it about to end?

William: ‘Let’s change position.’

Before she could reply, he got off and stood with his feet beside her head. He knelt beside her arms and immediately went to feast on her pussy. The scent of his hairy dick was right in her face, and the stimulation at her genitals simply made her opened her mouth to catch the thick slab of wet, dripping dick. She could not move much of her head but he compensated by making small thrusts. The shallow dips only allowed her to keep her lips closed, toying with the little mushroom of his dick.

The change in position had delayed his ejaculation, while he get to lick his girl’s beautifully waxed small pussy. He had a weakness for her slit as it was hidden behind the innocent looking cameltoe, yet alluring when his tongue teased her clit to make it erect. The gentle appearance of her raw labia was as good as a freshly shucked oyster. She was so juicy and shy, making the whole 69 experience unforgettable. Her legs could not close no matter how hard she tried, exposing her privates like a porn star.

Well, that did turn her on a lot. The more shy someone appears, the wilder it gets behind closed doors. The dick pumping at her mouth kept her from saying anything, but he knew when to stop too. He picked himself up and buckled her wrists together. Still, her legs were the hardest to redo, not knowing what position he wanted next.

A few minutes of rest for the both of them extended his stamina by a fair bit, and it is time for something crazier. He limited the ropes between her legs and she could only take small steps, towards the window where he guided her to. She placed her hands on the glass, knees resting on the pillow at the ledge of a small space protruding from the window into the room.

Jennifer: ‘Where am I?’

William: ‘In front of the mirror.’

Jennifer: ‘No wonder it’s so cold.’

William: ‘I am going to warm you up just about now.’

In front of her was another hotel of the same height, with another couple in cowgirl. They had spotted Jennifer’s semi-naked body, and almost wanted to draw the curtains, until William appeared and waved to them. He went behind her and pulled her waist a little lower, and shoved his cock into her waiting pussy. That had shocked her twice in a row, but it definitely felt better than the first. As he rammed her from the back, her knees gradually shifted forward until her nipples touched the cold window, only to have them pressed by William.

The mixture of hot and cold drove her insane, and the darkness she was in had heightened her other senses. The couple opposite them took up the same position on a stool, and did the same, engaging in a wireless foursome.

William: ‘I will cum in this position k?’

Jennifer: ‘Oh yes.. Okay.’

He went all out to pump her harder, banging her body loud and clear. The taps of his testicles on her pussy was stirring something else in her, and she had no idea how to explain it to him. It simply felt complete. Their hotel sex actually opened her ‘eyes’ to this small but meaningful natural occurrence. Within minutes, her body was trembling with subtle orgasms that made the other pair jealous.

Fucking his girlfriend deep and hard, there was no regrets booking this room for her. Their bodies went non-stop, moaning and groaning with hair pulling and nipples fondling. His hands just could not get enough of her.

It was only after ten minutes when he whispered that he was about to cum, and he knew doing it raw was as far as she would allow. He pulled out just before the tipping point and helped her to turn around, ending the free show for the gentleman on the other side. He brought her hand to his throbbing cock and lightly tapped on her head. Without hesitation, she went down on him, going way deeper than she ever been.

Her convulsing throat had provided a sensation similar to her pussy, but much wetter. In a way, cumming down her throat definitely tasted better than on her tongue. She did not take any breaks and did her best, before he groaned out loud and she forced her mouth towards his balls. 3/4 – was all she could accommodate, right when he flushed his cum out of his nozzle and poured down her throat. Her fingers massaging his testicles did trigger another two rounds, but nothing more than that.

For the first time, he was truly exhausted and weak. It was the most worthwhile meet up they ever had, even for Jennifer who enjoyed herself throughout. He untied her hands and legs, before heading to the bed and falling on it. She raised the blindfold over her head to the streetlights that glared into the window she was at. A look of what the.. overcame her face and she turned around to see who was opposite.

The man who noticed them stood just beside the bed, letting his girl blow him while looking at Jennifer, giving a wave that sent her running towards William. She cuddled in his arms, calmed by his smiling, satisfied expression. How lucky was she to be with such a guy. Not just someone who brought her to a hotel and had wild sex, but a man who took great care of her. Nonetheless, a little guilt was felt in the corner of her heart, bearing the memories of public sex she had with another guy, who was special in his own ways.

And in his kenjataimu state of mind, was replaying the scenes where another girl, who had the ideal CFM face, took him from behind while turning sideways to show her large eyes and biting lips, moaning ‘fuck me harder’, and allowing him to cum deep into her pussy.

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