‘Worst’ Day.

Fredrick was a normal JC guy who was studious and hardworking in his school, but the fact that he had an ah lian (Slang for female gangster-like character) for a girlfriend made his peers jealous and confused at the same time. She would be waiting outside his school every now and then, puffing at the bin near the bus stop, for him to end and then cuddle with him like an overly attached girlfriend. That long waist length brown hair and usual pairing of a tight skirt under a spaghetti top would turn many heads, and sometimes making Fredrick shy at her outfit. Nonetheless, she did her job as a loving girlfriend and took care of his needs, cooking for him and satisfying his sexual urges to relieve the pressure from the load of homework.

That fine day, was a special one when she did not appear at her school in those suggestive clothes, but dressed very casually in a shirt and a pair of tight FBT shorts. The lack of cigarette smell did spark his curiosity but he did not say anything, being glad that he could stay away from the scent of nicotine sticks.

Hopping onto the bus for home, she stayed extra close to him and hugged his arm between her chest, pressing her innocent boy’s skin on her bare chest, poking her nipples at him. That instant, he almost jumped in surprise but only gave her a stare that made her face blush. Since it was the peak hour for students, the bus got crowded after a few stops and they were pushed to the corner of the standing area. By then, his hand was already resting on her groin. Pushing his fingers between her legs, he made a simple wriggle of his fingers under her shorts, gasping slightly at the smooth skin of her pussy.

There was nothing to shield his hard on that had been pointing sideways down his pants, and she was getting wetter as he continued touching her. Nothing could be more erotic than a horny girl going pantyless and braless beside him, and getting wetter every minute.

Jasmine: ‘Boyfie, bear with it k? We’re reaching home soon.’

They were just two stops away from her place, and a patch had formed on the grey shorts between her legs. Alighting in a rush, they brisk walked to her empty house and he began stripping his clothes, while she just disappeared into the kitchen. After making himself comfortable in her bed, she walked in on him in a Japanese school uniform, exposing a little of her slim waist leading down to her thin legs.

Fredrick: ‘What are we doing today?’

Jasmine: ‘Anything you say? I’m all yours.’

Pulling the blankets away, his standing rod was nodding at her and it was the first course for the day.

Fredick: ‘A blowjob?’

She knelt between his opened legs and he adjusted himself to lie flat on the bed, holding his head up with her bolster so he could see how faithful she was. Licking upwards from the base, it was the first time she took her time with him to prepare his shaft. The little tongue-out swirls on his pee hole made him squirm in delight and the urgency to get her sucking was building up. Once his rod was lubricated with her saliva, his dick vanished between those pink glossy lips. Her mouth went all the way down his shaft and stopped about a finger width before the base, and then letting her tongue lie relaxed under the thin vein under.

After the few seconds pause, her head began moving up and down, letting her cheeks collapse to form a vacuum. As she continued sucking him, her eyes remained on his face, watching the naive look that was in a mime expressing the pleasure and agony of her oral skills. Minutes went by, and she could totally feel his dick getting longer and thicker in her mouth.

Jasmine: ‘Boyfie, want me to do something else? My jaws are aching le.’

When she took her mouth away, he was surprised at how big he had gotten, and it was so slimy and wet that it looked like it was a tentacle. Thinking hard about the next act, there was something more than just sex he wanted.

Fredrick: ‘Hmm.. How about you riding me till I cum, then make me hard again?’

Jasmine pondered for a few moments before she lifted up her skirt to go on top of him, holding his dick between her legs as she sat over it. Her pussy was especially tight that day, and she had to go down slowly on him, sitting back until the entire length was implanted. Given that enlarged size, she had trouble getting started immediately, so, she waited for a minute for her vagina to accommodate him and began riding by moving her hips back and forth.

As usual, her head flung backwards and her ponytail rested on her shoulders, eyes closed and moving continuously, oblivious to the worried look on Fredrick. After all, it was an intense ride after a mind blowing oral, and there was only so much he could take. Grabbing the sheets tightly, he could feel the little mushroom head poking along the bumpy walls, driving her to the continuous waves of orgasms never felt before. Watery juices were flowing out of her across his abs, down onto the sheets which soaked all of it up. The gushing did not stop for as long as her pussy squeezed onto him, sending her into a series of groans and moans.

Unable to take anymore of her ferocity, he simply groaned out he was cumming and she leaned forward on his chest, bouncing her bum on his groin, until the warm streaks of cum sprayed into her and driving it into her womb. The increase in sensitivity drove Fredrick crazy as she kept going for more, until he had to beg her to stop or he would die. One thing that Jasmine was looking forward to was his sperms inside her, the warmth was a soothing one filled with love and everything nice about him.

Giggling coyly at his comment, she dismounted him and laid in his arms, exchanging kisses while her hand roamed to his shrinking dick, giving it a gentle massage by tugging the foreskin up and down. Still unable to make it any bigger, she glided her head along his body to the lump and placed her mouth over it. Sucking on it like a Chuppa Chups, his dick went around her mouth and it grew slowly, filling her mouth up to a hotdog size. Using his body as support for her head, the second round of blowjob started and the growth was making it into a german sausage, thick and creamy with some of the excess cum from the previous ejaculation.

Losing control of himself, Fredrick got up and placed the bolster under her head, raising the angle so he could fuck her mouth. Kneeling carefully beside her head, his dick went into her mouth and using the headboard as a support. Thrusting his hips slowly, Jasmine held her head very still and kept her lips sealed around his skin, giving him the maximum stimulation as he pumped faster.

As the speed increased, the length in her mouth was also going deeper. Determined not to choke, she breathed through her nose and kept her throat opened, Shoving harder, Fredrick was lost in his own world with her tight suction, and it got bigger than before. It was difficult for Jasmine too, knowing he would take longer to cum the second time.

Wriggling her tongue in her mouth, the extra tease suddenly made Fredrick lost his grip, and stopped moving. Seeing her chance to end it once and for all, she bounced her head against the bolster and took things into her own – mouth. Milking him forcefully, he could only hang onto the bed for his dear life and before he could even warn her, the small serving of cum just exited his dick in a drooling manner.

Scooping up his cum was another fun process for Jasmine, since she had to come in contact with his ‘exit’ that was sore and red. He got off her after she continued to tease him, and he went to the toilet to clean up. Finally completing her job, she snuggled under the blanket and turned the air condition on full blast, contented with the warm swirling in her tummy. Fredrick on the other hand, quietly entered the room and went under the blankets, going for her pussy to have his revenge.

After all, sexual revenge is fun right, if without pain?

The Girl Unwrapped.

Staplerman! I wanted to write this for you even though we have met in person. Thank you so much! I couldn’t thank you enough with all the chocolate in the world.

Ever since he read what he asked you to post on your blog, he no longer did those things to me. He also told me about you, which I could not resist NOT contacting you. I just felt that you are the person who changed things. I OWE YOU BIG TIME.

The box of toys was given to me to help me break out of the habit of pleasing him to please myself. A habit you told me wasn’t really a habit to break out of. So for my own good, I had turned to masturbating myself every time I felt like it (which is quite a lot) to ease those needy moments.

*I actually masturbated thinking about our meet up on the day we met. I almost asked if you wanted to.. but nevermind!*

The days between his story and this, things has been normal. He still fetches me from school, but none of that kinky stuff anymore. It was just school and home. He has given me more money and even let me hang out late as long as I keep him informed.

And, he asked me to do something.. related to you. Excited? He wanted me to ask you to take care of me, for him. You know I can be quite random and unpredictable, especially after he gave me all that freedom. He has to work and I think it is not a bad idea to disturb you :P

So I want to apologise in advance for the trouble, though I am guessing you have enough troubles. You are still the only person who knows the dark past of me. Thank you once again, and sorry for the future trouble(s?) I’ll be bringing you.

Take good care of me k? Bully me and I will do something to you *wink*. I’ll see you soon! Now that I know you work really near to my school. *Scheming smile*

Hugs and kisses!

From Ting

There, Ting has replied and I find no reason not to share this with you guys. Mistakes made cannot just be ignored, but for now, she’s better. Don’t think that ‘taking care’ means ‘fucking her’ k! I’ll just keep an eye on her till someone else’s come to give her the love she deserves.

High Tea.

Me: ‘Lufus’ Secret. Thanks’

Once I had ordered the tea unlisted on the menu, the manager of the cafe appeared and signalled for me to go over, with a questioning face.

Manager: ‘Legal?’

Me: ‘Yeah. Girlfriend.’

Manager: ‘Okay. You know the price of it right?’

Me: ‘Yeah. Unlimited sex?’

Manager: ‘Asshole, it’s eighty five dollars.’

We laughed heartily at each other and I returned to my seat, resuming my lunch on the awesome salmon dish while Baby munched on the greens of her Fish and Chips. After we were done with dinner, the tea was served, in a glass teapot (about two cups worth) without the tea bag, as part of the secrecy and exclusiveness to protect the lesser known tea that had a long history. It was a drink that an individual, presumingly named Lufus, gave to his women as an aphrodisiac to keep them going all night long, some reportedly having a permanent effect after a few dosage. No wonder it was kept hidden, and only five locations around the world knew of the precise proportion of the miracle mix.

Baby took the tea and drank a few mouths, for a non-tea lover, it had an euphoric effect that made her love that cup and finished it without leaving a sip for me to try. As the night was getting late, we took the last bus to her place before I would cab home, but it was not just a normal bus ride. For last buses, there were few passengers on board, and even fewer on the upper deck. Upon reaching the isolated last few rows of seats, Baby had to ask me to cover her while she removed her panties that was getting wet for no reason.

A few minutes into the ride, her hands were all over me and trying to push its way into my shorts, which I was known to wear no matter what places we visited. Comfort is most important right? Soon, I had to give in to her request for me to remove my underwear, making it the most ‘ninja’ thing I did on a public transport. I had to keep my pants on, but the hinderance was removed and kept in her bag.

In no time, my dick was all hard from her stroking, and for the first time, she opened her legs and touched herself under the long blue dress, moaning as she pleasured me. Baby had never been this horny before, and I was happy that the fifty plus worth of tea was working well. Before I knew it, her head was over my dick, and thrusting up and down, slurping her saliva over my little head.

Me: ‘Why is Baby so horny today?’

Baby: ‘I don’t know. But I want you inside me now.’

The handsfree pleasure session had to end when we arrived at our stop, forgetting her panties on the seat as we rushed to alight. Again, it was a shock to me when she was not bothered going pantyless, surely, it would take more than one teapot to have a permanent effect right?

Once we reached the void deck, the wide opened construction aluminium panels around the lift attracted her attention and she asked me to check if it was tidy enough for a quickie. Of course, I said yes no matter how dusty it was, and she came right in after I said it.

Rolling her dress up, her bare pussy was greeting me with streaks of wetness trailing down her legs. I closed the door without a lock and by then, she was ready with her legs parted, holding onto the wooden frame of the little corner.

Me: ‘Baby, I don’t have a condom.’

Baby: ‘It’s okay. I want you inside me. Put it in first.’

I placed my little head in and slowly pumped at her, lubricating inches at a time until I was fully parked.

Me: ‘How now? Where do I shoot?’

Baby: ‘Just move first can? We can decide later.’

Wow. I could not believe it. My hips began moving and the slapping sounds were imminently ringing in the four walls. She was so wet that juices were running down my balls onto the floor, and the tightness was beyond her virginity that I took during the start of our relationship. In my head, I was telling myself to hang on, and the numbness from the over sensitive dick was working to my advantage as well.

Going non-stop, it was the first occasion that we had outdoor sex, and she was enjoying it too, moaning too loud at times. She could not believe how horny she was too, but it was my dick she wanted at the end of the day. Pumping with all my might, I had forgotten that we did not have a rubber between us, and her moans was keeping me harder than usual.

Me: ‘Baby, I have to cum le.’

Baby: ‘So fast?’

Me: ‘You’re too tight. I can’t take it anymore.’

Baby: ‘You want to rest first?’

What a suggestion! I pulled out of her and stood away, calming my mind down so I could go for a bit more. During the wait, she had sat herself down on the paint tins and reached her hands under her dress to masturbate, moaning sexily to a point I didn’t find myself any better to go on. After a minute, she tapped on my leg and brought me in front of her.

Her mouth went over my dick without warning and her head moved back and forth, milking my rod with her tongue that was swirling around my head. With her hand between her legs, she was once again masturbating and sucking me off, until I was about to blow my load.

Me: ‘Baby! I’m cumming!’

She rubbed herself faster and her head went down quicker on me, making painful suctions along with the tongue teasing. My hips buckled in her face and the silky jets of cum pumped into her mouth. Forcing her mouth down balls deep, she made a few gulps and the contractions pushed more cum out of me. Before I realised, she had ingested all of my load and her fingers drove her to an orgasm that instant, keeping my sensitive dick in her mouth, begging for forgiveness.

After we were done, she checked the time on her phone and adjusted her dress, leaving me for home. I was so tired by then to send the goodbye message, and a call from her woke me from the nap I was getting in the cab.

Baby (on phone): ‘I want you to hear me using the massager.’

Before I could reply, the heartwarming moans came through my phone and I listened to it, until the erection in my pants caused an ache. Oh yeah.. my underwear was still with her. So I just had to ask her about it.

Me (on phone): ‘My underwear is still with you eh.’

Baby (on phone): ‘I know. I’m smelling it now.’

Man.. how I wished she was with me then, so I could make sweet love to her again. Now, is Lufus’ Secret real? For a note, it’s organic.

Beer Party.

After the bar closed at 3am, the three girls Boss hired to work part time sat around a table, sipping on the free jug of beer they were allowed. He joined them after a while, ready to finalise the amount of pay they would get that month. Unknown to them, he had included a commission from their sales as they did a good job dressing up and increasing the profits.

Linda, Liz and Ying had just completed their O levels and joined his bar for a short term job, working full time for the three months break they had. Before moving on, I guess a little introduction would help.

They were required to wear the uniform consisting of a sheer black blouse and skirt, length up to them to adjust accordingly. They were free to wear whatever inner wear they wanted though, as long as the right parts were covered. After all, their bodies were still maturing and thankfully, they were all considered ‘petite’.

Linda was a smart young lady, who knew how to read certain types of customers. She would usually work in a halter type of top, revealing a little of her growing chest, but still ‘full’ enough to go around her boobs, sometimes, braless according to the weather in the day. The regulars liked how she could make jokes with them even if the topics were a little more mature. The skilful response from her would often persuade them to order more drinks.

Liz was a Malay mixed Chinese girl who was the most obedient, in a sense she wasn’t so quick when customers joke or made complex remarks, so, she mostly stuck to taking orders from me and the other two girls. Her innocence would melt me with that blur look and lack of understanding from most of the ‘adult’ terms that we use, making her blush and shy away from our own inside jokes.

Last on the list was Ying. The quiet, alert girl, who had the most perfect body to ogle at. Due to her thin waist, she had specially modified the skirt so it would go around her, and the length of it would often misled passerby to think that Boss was running a sleazy bar. Nonetheless, her looks was still the strength in getting people in. All in all, they had made the bar a much livelier place and earned a lot for Boss.

Boss: ‘Girls, this month was a good month, and I think you three deserved all the credits. So, I have decided to put a small bonus with your pay, which I hope will get you girls to work harder.’

Three of them, tipsy from the alcohol, was barely listening to the commendations, drinking in larger mouths as he sorted their payslips.

Boss: ‘Each of you, one thousand two hundred.’

Linda (shocked): ‘Boss, are you sure!’

He nodded and opened a thick envelope, counting the pieces of hundred dollar notes before her eyes. The rest of the girls got the same amount of money and were so happy and high. It was after all their first pay in just three weeks. As the clock ticked closer to their first buses home, Boss was back in his small room, working on his computer to order new drinks and food. Linda, who was drunk and thrilled, disappeared into Boss’ room to thank him personally.

Boss: ‘Why? Not enough money ah?’

Linda hugged him from behind and whispered ‘thank you boss, I love you!‘. They were just over enthusiastic he guessed, but that was not all. She then began unbuttoning her top, and revealed the standard cup bra under. Lifting her skirt up, her panties was lowered to her ankles and kicked aside.

Boss: ‘I didn’t pay you for this you know?’

She went back behind him and placed her boobs on his back, moving them with her arms around his neck. She gave his chair a spin and kneeled on the floor, unbuckling his pants.

Boss: ‘Are you sure about this?’

His butt rose and pants went all the way to his feet, letting Linda’s mouth go over to his dick and taking it whole. Bopping her head in his crotch, he could not believe his luck and let her had her way, enjoying the mind blowing oral sex from his sexy staff. His eyes just could not get away from the perky nipples on the B cups, jerking as she moved.

The wooden door then swung opened and came Liz and Ying, pulling up their skirts as soon as the door was locked. Ying who was more shy, sat on the empty space in front of his laptop and spread her legs, so Boss could feast on her shaved young pussy while the sucking sounds echoed under the table. What about Liz? She took a chair and placed it beside him, pulling his hand to her pussy and requesting him to finger her.

The alcohol from them was reeking in the room, but it was also why they got so daring. As Liz climaxed from his licking, her pussy squirted the creamy liquid into his mouth, which he drank them up without wasting a drop. Soon, Linda’s mouth was getting sore and she stopped, making Boss slow down as well. Hmm, what was next on their minds?

As a surprise, Ying, stood up and bent over the edge of the table where Liz was sitting on, sticking her butt out for Boss to enter. Of course, he didn’t reject her offer and got up, standing behind Ying while Linda went behind him to position his dick. Coated in saliva, his dick slipped easily into Ying and Linda took her seat on his chair, reaching between his legs to fondle those hairy testicles.

The moment he went in, a loud groan was heard and Ying let out a shy moan as well. He was after all in his mid thirties and was huge for the small girl. He held her waist firmly down on the table and started pounding his meat into her, forcing her mouth to feed on the juicy abalone of Liz who was waiting. With her mouth occupied, the noise was reduced to the minimum, and they remained in position even when the door cocked unlock, Chef walking into the foursome.

Since Linda was the only girl standing, the Caucasian chef dropped his pants behind her and tugged on hips to get her into a standing doggie. Seeing her wet pussy, he simply swiped his 7 inches along her slit a few times, before ramming his dick into her, sending her hand squeezing on Boss’ balls. Fuelled by the pain, Boss went harder at Ying, and Linda was moaning ecstatically as the long, thick rod stimulated every part of her vagina.

Liz, being the only virgin, could not join in the fun and remained on the table, listening to the crazy fuckfest that was happening before her. Linda and Chef, was slowly being directed to the space next to Boss, and screams were taking over with that overwhelming size in her.

Chef: ‘Boss, want to change?’

Boss: ‘On.’

They swapped pussies in a flash and Ying almost fainted with chef plugged his dick in, stretching her entrance and depth to the limit. The two girls were screaming for their lives as Boss had a high speed mode that felt better than the long dick, while Chef had a slower, delaying strokes that made Ying faint for a few seconds every time she climaxed.

With the clock ticking to dawn, the five of them were fucking their brains out, and the two men were about to end their ‘shifts’ too.

Chef: ‘Where do you girls want us to cum?’

Linda and Ying (synchronised): ‘Into Liz’s mouth!’

They continued ramming their souls at the girls until fifteen minutes later, where Chef was at his wits end and pulled out of Ying. Liz dismounted the table and sat on the carpet, in front of chef who was on the chair. Shifting Liz behind Boss’ butt, Chef rolled himself in front of her and brought his dick to her mouth, which she sucked on it without being asked. Since Boss was still pounding away, the back of his butt was pushing against Liz’s head and it became an automated blowjob machine, running her lips down the shaft of Chef’s.

In less than two minutes, chef had forced Liz’s head down on his dick and making her choke while his cum flushed themselves into her stomach. The slight asphyxiation made Liz felt hornier and she masturbated herself while feeling her gastric glow warmly. Boss was done at the same time Chef emptied his balls, and took his chair, going into the same position for the cum disposal.

Liz took Boss’ dick into her mouth and the two girls helped by pushing her head down, until Boss’ sperms fired into her, going for more rounds than the chef. Having no option to spit midway, she swallowed his load and caught her breath after he was done.

Chef: ‘Linda, clean up for Boss and myself?’

Linda crawled over to chef and licked his rod clean, while Ying tumbled onto the floor and took Boss’ tool, sucking whatever that’s left in it. The five of them was dead tired after it was all over, and sat in the bar’s round seats to recover their energies. Liz, was full of cum, had drank another glass of beer. Ying, whose small hips was stretched to a sore by the two dicks, was rubbing on her clit to relieve the pain. And Linda, who seemed to have enjoyed herself the most, was fingering herself for pleasure.

Boss: ‘You girls are crazy!’

The girls fell asleep for a few hours and the chef had gone home, leaving Boss to clean up and prepared to close the bar. After that, the next few months of work was more than just going home and working, the five of them had countless rounds of orgies after the bar closed, up till the first buses ran.

The Girl Under Wraps.

I, Staplerman, received this email on Sunday morning, with a request to publish this at a time and date I am free to decide. The following content may offend readers, but I had to do this of risk hurting the girl as described by the sender in the email.

Hi Staplerman,

I would like you to let me know;

1. The possibility of this entry going onto your blog.
2. The date and time of the publication.
3. If you can keep me updated of any personal comments you received about this entry.

Whatever choice you made to the requests above, will affect the girl’s treatment in the following hours/ days. Right after this sentence, will be what I will want your readers to read, in its entirety. Though I asked for you to ‘let me know’, you will notice that the email address I used cannot be replied to. You know what I mean.

Dear readers of Staplerman’s blog, what you are about to read is an entry from a 16 year old girl’s journal. She can be known as Ting here. Whatever relationship you guys can make out from here, is purely your own assumption. The details in it is what was required of her to record, in her own words.

#37 – 2014-09-20

Things weren’t the same anymore once I passed my 16th birthday. It was tough to pretend that everything was fine when I had to bade goodbye to my friends, or be really busy with meaningful things when I say I am busy. On normal days, I am allowed to go out with them and do what girls do, shop, eat and play. But on the occasional weekdays, Fridays and Saturdays, I had a different routine that was planned by him a long time ago.

Getting into his car after school, he reached for my legs and brushed his hand under my skirt, attempting to turn me on which I knew doesn’t work. At least not in that location. A blue floral dress was placed in my lap and he turned the car camera in my direction. In full light of afternoon sun in a HDB carpark, I quickly removed my blouse and slipped the dress over, before stripping my bra and skirt off from under. As usual, he placed his hand onto my panties to feel for the loop connected to the wireless vibrator that was inside me almost all the time.

We went for lunch at a coffee shop, where he closely watched if I let my knees touched. That dress was one of my favourite to go with jeans, as it was really short. I could sense eyes on me as we consumed our food, vibrator buzzing unheard in the noisy environment. From all these days of constant wetness, it had become a biological reaction to get turned from the attention, somewhat boosting my confidence despite my quiet self my friends know me by.

After the meal, he drove us to a well-shaded area, where he unzipped and took his dick out. There was no need for him to say anything. It was routine to me. Any signs of me forgetting or not being initiative will risk me losing some freedom I had.

I bent over to his lap and took his dick in my mouth, still lingering of the anchovies soup of my fishball noodles earlier. Perhaps that was what made it bearable. The image of his dick was long embedded in my mind. I had handled it so many times, touching, tasting and pleasing it.

His dick barely fitted my lips and I couldn’t open wider even if I wanted. Yes I had a small mouth, and the airtight seal was perfect for him. I went on to move my head up and down without doing anything with my tongue, just dangling downwards along his shaft. To me, it was a ‘massage’ except that my whole body was at it. His groans were loud even with the stereo on, but hearing how much he was enjoying it made me feel at ease, somewhat keeping me wet as my body had desired.

Never had I thought about the duration when we were at it. He had spent about two sessions guiding me till I was executing it right. I had enough of being choked unwillingly whenever he taught. He tapped on my head after he had enough and I wiped my mouth clean. He had always wanted me to write something more emotional in my journal, but how could I? When everything happened so many times.

Having done only the blowjob part, it was just the beginning. We went home straight after and he took a shower while I got naked on his bed, waiting for whatever was about to come. It was the weekend I was accustomed to. For him to come out cleaned and tuck myself into his arms.

He came out of the shower and I patted his back dry, before he laid on the bed lazily. I cuddled up to him and his fingers went tomy pussy, waxed and maintained by him every Saturday morning. His dick was in my hand when he got in bed, stroking and feeling him grow bigger as he fondled my clit.

That was how I understood men, that they will never have enough of pleasure, no matter if sex was involved. The constant reminder that ‘each guy dreams to have their own sex slave’ did not sway my hopefulness though. I could judge for myself. But the thought of having a boyfriend while pleasing him, I’d better get out of this first.

When he nudged my head, I knew what to do. I laid by his groin and resumed sucking him, to the twitching I was more than familiar with. The vibrator was still inside, and he was tuning the speed to control my pace. I couldn’t get the ‘routine’ out of my head no matter how hard I tried to disassociate with my daily life.

His hand wrapped around my neck and pulled me away, lying me on the bed with my head facing the opposite direction of the headboard. My body sank under his weight as he climbed on top of me, and raised my legs for me to hold onto.

Between the sensitive flaps of pussy, he replaced the vibrator by sticking his dick slowly inside, and my nipples erected on their own. ‘You want the clamps?’, he asked. My head gave the smallest nod and he helped me to secure the clips over my nipples. It was painful at the start, but it would go away as he begin to move. If I was already in it, might as well try to forget the suffering (no doubt temporary) with pleasure.

My pussy stuck itself out as he began thrusting, and moans escaped my mouth. I didn’t have to chance to discover masturbation when all these started, and I hoped he had not led me too far to rediscover them again. Was it supposed to be fast, loud sounding and intense? Or like drinking tea? To be enjoyed slowly and within control?

He was all to himself when he did me, he disliked the word ‘fuck’. I could understand why. I was after all his … My mind would go blank and begged for more, hands would go rubbing my clit to intensify the pleasure and each orgasms would send me screaming.

I was a slut in my own eyes. Unable to NOT get wet even when he wasn’t around. Each time I visited the toilet, I needed to relieve the urge my body was hinting at me. Everytime a guy looks at me, I would imagine how big he was. I was turning into a slave guys are looking to own.

‘Come, turn around’, he commanded in a deep voice and I was on my fours. Ass high in the air, savouring the moment when he filled me up with warmth again. My arms and legs were toned from trying to control his powerful pounding, and I learnt that squeezing my vagina tight would make it feel better, for the both of us.

As he went on non-stop for the ‘usual’ last part of our sex, I was cumming one after next, continously. That was when I did not mind what I was going through at all, it was something few of my friends could experience. Something so painful yet sexual, mindblowing at the same time addictive.

He pulled out as my body got weaker and he jumped off the bed. Standing towards me in front of the bed, I sat upright and slid off the edge, taking his dick and letting him finish the job. Although I disliked how he treated me here, I knew it was the end of part one. Maybe there would be two, or three? That was the only thing I couldn’t grasp.

My face slammed in his groin as he jerked his hips at me, choking me with his dick reaching deep down my throat. This time, he climbed onto the bed with his knees by my ears and was in missionary. From all these while, I had learnt how to feel his movements to prepare myself too.

A loud groan bursted out and he lifted his waist enough for me to milk his cum into my mouth, spraying a few waves of his salty semen right into my mouth. Ever since we begin doing this, I had no idea what was ‘a lot’. It was always little no matter how I tried to imagine ‘a lot’. That was how often I had helped him.

Once I licked him clean, he went to wash up and I got into the same blue dress again. I waited for him in the living room and had a small dildo ready. When he was comfortably seated next to me, I started pumping the toy into me for exactly two orgasms, marking the end of the session.

Surprisingly, that was the only time we did it today. Something else was on his mind. He was so busy on his iPad, scrolling on a wordy website. Although I was asked to jerk him off after dinner while he was on his iPad, it was still better to rest before he asked – again.

As requested, he wanted me to write something here if someone were to read it. So here it goes.

At times, I wonder if it was all so bad that I had to go through all these. All of us have something that set us on whatever path we are on in life, and this part can never be undone. I know myself best and I kinda(?) have an idea of the relationship I want to be with in future.

If you ever become my boyfriend, can you not change the routine too much? I want to please you as I know ‘pleasure’ and ‘sex’ to be. This is my ‘normal’ or ‘usual’, whichever way you put it. All I will ask for is to be brought out for dinner dates (with lots of awesome food) and movies.

Save me in a way I want to be saved.

Goodnight bearie.

Here is where her entry ends, and here is where you end as well Staplerman. Goodnight to you.

Guys, I have no idea what to do except to post this entry for her. Anything that follows this entry.. I’m just afraid it will do more harm than good. So I will leave things as it is for now.

Shooting at a Star.

Me: ‘Hi Jacelyn. K here. We’ll be doing the shoot here.’

Jacelyn: ‘Umm.. okay.’

She entered the lift with me, and reached out for the 1.5 litre bottle I was holding with my tripod. As the lift whizzed to the highest floor, the silence was expected at our first meeting, since she said she was shy with strangers. There was not yet anything to say then. Upon reaching the twenty third storey, I walked into the door leading up to the roof, and she followed suit, standing behind me while I placed my equipments down.

Me: ‘You can just sit there.’

Jacelyn: ‘Is there anything you want me to change into?’

Me: ‘Yeah. Hang on.’

I passed her the grey bag with a slit on the top, still in it’s original packaging after it arrived at my place. Just wearing a simple t-shirt and shorts, she removed them while I looked away, and changed into the white blouse and plaided skirt, resembling a school uniform from Japan. As I felt the material for the first time between my fingers, the high quality of it made me pleased with the money I spent.

From my bag, I took out a small vibrator, similar to a longer bullet without any wires. The camera was set up easily and switched on, ready for action.

Me: ‘For a start, just put it on your panties, don’t have to remove anything. Make it look like you’re hiding here to masturbate. I will be walking around, you just hold your pose.’

I walked down the stairs and aimed the camera at her, snapping away at the skinny built of her. Just as she told me, 1.6 meters, 42kg. A small yet beautiful package. Thankfully, the clothes fitted her well. As I roamed around her taking the photos, the awkwardness was getting to her. I knew I had to give her something to do then.

Me: ‘Actually, you can press the button on the back and use it. It will help you be less shy.’

A click sound was heard, and the buzzing started. Almost immediately, her face flushed and goosebumps were seen forming on her skin. Her head fell on the wall beside her and her hands were moving under her skirt, presumingly guiding the toy to where it felt best.

After I was done with the side angle, I stood in front of her, squatting at her knees. Her eyes remained shut and was slowly drifting into her own world – exactly the mood best for photos that would appear here. Beneath the shutter sounds were her moans, coupled with shallow breaths she took. It was a moment that would definitely advance further if I did lost control of myself.

From her initial appearance, I would never expect her to have such a photogenic kinky side that appeared so well on camera, much less guessing her wilder side. It was a subtle, wild mood that was coming from her that softened my heart.

The photoshoot moved on to me telling her to unbutton the shirt for the photos, and turning her body so she could rest her feet on the same step, all for aesthetics of the images I took. Soon, the buttons were all undone and the bare centre of her body was showing. The only thing that was left was the center of the bra, which preserved the decency of my photos.

After I got the photos I needed, I placed my camera on top of my bag and sat one step lower. With her eyes shut, I slipped my hand between her legs, one higher than the other, on different levels. I took over the vibrator and pressed it harder on her panties, where her hands fell to the sides lifelessly. Bringing the toy to the seams of her underwear, I pushed the thin material away and landed the plastic toy on her slit, before sliding it up to where her clit was.

Tucking it behind her panties, my hand went back outside and played with the lucky bullet, which was turning her on and getting her panties soaked.

Me: ‘You want to remove it so you won’t stain it?’

She opened her eyes slightly to look at me, dropping her palm on my knee.

Jacelyn (panting): ‘Is that what you tell the other girls? Cause it’s a good idea.’

She took her own panties off and I could see that nicely trimmed pussy hair, shaved to a single file leading down to her slit. Running my fingers down the short bush, my middle fingertip touched on her raw flesh and a little upward drag brought be under the tiny hood that covered that reddish pearl. Swapping to my thumb, I pushed down hard on it before rubbing it, making her moan with a shy tone in it.

Me: ‘Do you finger yourself?’

Jacelyn: ‘Yeah. I do.’

I stopped after more of her juices leaked onto my thumb, and changed to my index finger that poked into the entrance of her pussy. Taking a pause right at that spot, I let my finger did a little thrusting until she could not take it anymore. Placing her hand over mine, her index finger pushed me in and I let myself in all the way, feeling the undersides of her pussy, right below her groin. The tiny bumps jolted her up and her wide opened eyes told me how good it felt.

Smiling to her, I curved my finger upwards and started to finger her, but not before I took a minute to explore her insides. The way she arched and bent her back was so sexy, especially in a small body like hers. I went on with the slow speed before she whispered ‘go faster’. Juicy sounds were coming out from our intimate contact and driving her wild.

There was no intention of getting pleasured in return at our first meeting, so I was relatively ‘soft’ throughout my service to her. Halfway, she stopped me and pulled my hand away, reaching innocently to my groin and feeling for the hard on.

Jacelyn: ‘You’re not hard?’

Me: ‘Nope. I guess I’m weird in this sense. I didn’t expect anything from you.’

Jacelyn: ‘Come. Take it off.’

I got up and removed my shorts. It was then my dick slowly grew awake and getting semi-hard. She walked down the steps and had me sit just two steps off the ground. She sat crossed legged on the floor and stroked my dick hard, using juices from her pussy as she continued to masturbate herself. Once there was enough lubricant to start, her fingers went around my rod and began jerking up and down.

To me, it was a simple motion that required not much explanation, but her attentive eyes was locked on the underside of my dick that I could not see. She was just admiring the complex veins running along the shaft, and watch how the veins brighten themselves as she pumped upwards. For the first time in a long while, her slow and attentive handjob was really charging me up like a super soaker.

It took her a good ten minutes of continuous strokes to get me to the edge. And it was one I could calmly tell her that I am about to cum. She tightened her grip on me and jerked me for a few more times, before her hand removed itself from me.

Me: ‘You don’t want me to shoot?’

Jacelyn (whispering): ‘I want you inside me.’

She got up and went on her fours on the concrete ground, back facing me. I was surprised at her openness and even asked her if it hurt. Shaking her head without a word, I got up as well and pulled out a condom from my bag. Hmm.. to think I even had one prepared.

I rolled it on quickly and did a half-squat behind her, pointing my dick at her pussy. In just one stroke, my meat was delivered into her and I held her tiny waist firmly in my hands. Keeping her still, my groin slapped hard onto her bum, and sank my rod so deep she had to moan. Pumping with all my might, I knew I could not last long at all. Her slim hips were squeezing so hard on my dick that it was starting to hurt, but I couldn’t care less.

Jacelyn: ‘Cumming soon?’

Me: ‘Yeah. You’re so tight.’

She let me pumped her a few times before suddenly crawling forward and letting me slip out. Quickly turning around, she pointed down for me to sit and kneeled between my legs, unrolling the rubber off and replacing it with her mouth. Sucking on it, her hand stablised my rod at the base and her head pumped up and down along my shaft. That wet little tongue, gliding at the sensitive nerves under my little head.

Within half a minute, my hands had gone behind her head, resisting my mind not to hold her down. Her mouth felt the slight enlargement of my girth and her lips sealed themselves tightly. Squirting the slimy silk into her, she did not flinched a bit and just kept looking at me, trying her best to feel the end of my presents. It did took me close to a minute to calm down, and by then, her mouth was full to a point she couldn’t talk.

Slowly lifting her head up, my cum was all safe and sound until she went to the drain around the pipes, emptying her mouth clean. We cleaned ourselves up after that and packed our belongings before sitting back down, giving ourselves a little debrief.

Me: ‘Why did you let me put it in?’

Jacelyn: ‘Cause I want to know how sex feels like?’

Me: ‘Oh shit. Yeah. You told me you’re a virgin.’

Jacelyn: ‘Nevermind. No one will know anyway.’

At that point, I wasn’t sure to laugh with her or to feel sad. But I knew for a fact, that she had fun. I guess she only gets wild when she is turned on. Still wearing the school uniform, she asked if she could wear it home as she liked it a lot. Sadly, I had to reject, just so I can wash and keep it so she wouldn’t forget to bring. However, the vibrator was hers to keep, as a present before the photos went online.

Reading Skill.

Sitting in the long bus ride to Bras Basah, it was one of those days I felt crafty in the arty sense and decided to head there to get some parts to do some DIYing. As the bus got more crowded, a young girl boarded and walked towards the empty seat beside me, which for some reason no one took. With her earphones on, she fired up the browser on her phone and loaded a website, caught from the corner of my eye. It was a familiar, simple white theme, with the much recognisable banner/ picture on the right side bar. Then, my senses came knocking and alerted me that she was on MY site.

Grinning silly to myself, ice breaking ideas flooded my mind and I was so desperate to make myself known. What would be the ideal way? To type something in the Note app of my iPad? Or to simply load the same webpage? Assuming she could see my screen as well, I loaded the WordPress app and fired up the ‘View Site’ tab on the side. Her fingers scrolled down the page a little to hide the banners, but it was imminent that she realised I was on the same page. Loading up a blank document on the app, I typed in the words ‘You are sitting right beside Staplerman.’ and published it.

Tapping on the refresh button, that post with the exact same words appeared as the latest entry and her earphones were pulled off.

Me: ‘So you realised you are sitting beside Staplerman.’

Girl: ‘Yeah! It’s an honour to meet you.’

It must be weird to see two strangers shaking hands all of a sudden, but the thoughts of other passengers were out of my focus. She introduced herself as Sharon, and we spoke for some time, before finding out that she was heading to the same place, to get some materials for her school project. It was a day dedicated to school work, and she had a whole day to herself.

We alighted opposite Bras Basah Complex and went to Art Friends followed by Popular, picking up what we needed and headed towards the open area at the exit of Popular. Under the block, all was quiet and the breezy weather helped keep her there with me. As more questions surfaced about the inspiration for my stories, I managed to bring the topic to her personal sex life, and asked similarly embarrassing questions too.

Soon, she was stopped in her work as a few tools were missing, and I recommended her the upper floors of the HDB flat at that area, citing a spectacular view as an excuse. After we dropped our bags in a corner out of sight, we stood by the opening in the wall facing National Library and paused there without saying a word for a long time.

Me: ‘This is one of the times when I will get inspiration to write. The cool wind, beautiful girl beside, and a man’s creative hormones.’

Sharon: ‘Really? What are you thinking of now?’

Me: ‘Hmm.. standing behind you hugging, reaching up your dress with both hands, and sliding towards your wet panties.’

Sharon: ‘But how would you know it’s wet? I might not be turned on.’

I pushed myself away from the ledge and went behind her, placing my hands on the back of her thighs and slowly sliding her dress up against her legs. Once my hands felt the seams of her panties, I brought them around her waist and went between her legs, coming in contact with the warmer patch on her panties.

Me: ‘See? That’s how I know it’s wet.’

Sharon: ‘How can you tell?’

Me: ‘Well, the wetter part will usually be warmer, or cooler depending if it was exposed to wind. For now, I can tell its wet cause your body is as warm.’

Pressing my middle finger on the tip of the cameltoe, I wriggled my way between the folds and rubbed her clit gently, sending her head backwards on my shoulders. The black dress she wore had a pink floral strip slightly above her chest and one row near the edge of the hemlines above her thighs. There was nothing glamorous about it, but everything suddenly felt sexy as I touched her in that way.

One of my hand reached up to her bra, and clipped the hook easily, returning to the supple humps and squeezing them in my palm. My other hand had went into her panties, and dug its way into the slit, in direct contact of the soft fleshy clit. Everything was spinning out of control the faster my fingers went. From where we stood, there was no way passer-by could spot us, so, it was all discretion and fun going on.

Once we felt her panties was soaking wet, she removed my hands and pulled her panties off, turning towards the opening and lifted her dress up with one hand. How I wished I could take a picture of her fair white butt that revealed a little of her pussy between the cracks. I hastily lowered my pants and she changed her hand to go between her legs, and guided me home.

A single shove was all I used to send her moaning, and she behaved from the moment I moved my body against hers. The quickie was a scary one as we knew anyone looking out of the National Library huge panels of windows could see us, but we won’t be able to catch them. Pounding her ass energetically, her pussy was going into a permanent state of tight. She would exclaim that she was going to cum each time an orgasm hit her, and she would just get a little bit tighter. Once or twice was fine, but can you imagine five to six times? I was barely holding myself in.

Our bodies kept bumping against each other in the standing doggie for a long time, and I had to take breaks to calm myself down, while she was begging me to continue. Damn, what could I do when faced with such a sexy young school girl, my mind was totally raping her, opposite to the speed I was humping her at.

Me: ‘Oh shit! I’m about to cum!’

Sharon: ‘Wait wait!’

I stepped away from her and she looked at my swollen redness, a little lost about what to do next. Reaching for her panties on the floor, I took it and wrapped it around my shaft, while I turned my body to lean on her body. Her quick reaction took over and she grabbed my cock in the panties, jerking it while trying to catch me spraying my load.

One minute, one full minute that felt like a long time was all it took. My load totally changed part of her panties into a dark grey, and it just kept soaking up all of my juices as time passed. After I was done, I unwrapped the undies and returned it to her, which she giggled without concern about going pantyless later on.

Me: ‘What now? You don’t have a spare right?’

Sharon: ‘Spare for what?’

She took it and checked that my cum was smeared all over the area that her pussy was in contact with. Without hesitation, she stretched it and stepped into it, adjusting over her bottom and pulled her dress straight.

Sharon: ‘Done!’

I could only smile at her innocence or adventurous character. We took our belongings and went to the bus stop with 851, hopping into one with few people in it. In the bus, I was leaning against the window tired, while she lifted her dress up to masturbate with my sperms as lubricant. We alighted after a forty minutes right, and she slipped me her number on my phone, while I dozed off in the bus.

Hmm.. I think tonight is a good time to call her up, perhaps for another quickie around our neighbourhood.

Walk In.

Just as I was sitting at one of the tables with my job done, a girl with brown long hair walked into the cafe, filling the place with the flowery scent from her body. I smiled at her and she looked around to find someone to attend to her, which I quickly responded to see if she needed any help.

Girl: ‘Hi! I didn’t know you are a staff here. Umm.. my friend will be celebrating her 21st birthday today, and we’re planning to have it here. Could you help me keep this cake until the rest of us came?’

I took over the box from her hand and clarified about when I should serve the cake, and my boss was standing outside the kitchen counter looking at me perform. She left the restaurant after giving me the details, and the rest of the night was filled with laughters and self-portrait photo taking at their table. Dinner was served in the busy bar and the cake gave all the staff a treat to the birthday girl’s sweet smiles and thanks, grateful to everyone who made her day a much livelier one. A few of the guests even bought a few rounds of drinks for them, which even drove things crazier, giving kisses and daring each other to hug almost everyone there.

Personally, I loved serving people, and the satisfaction was all I needed to keep going. That night was a quick one, with so much things happening, until my boss had to remind me midway during my service that it was almost 11.30pm.

Boss: ‘K, you can go now. Before your last bus escapes.’

I checked my phone for the time and dashed to the back, collecting my bag and walking out of the restaurant with the three girls, who was still laughing heartily at the bus stop right outside. As how last buses worked, the estimated arrival time of 18 minutes gave me some relieve to know it wasn’t too late, and that two of the girls were there as well, waiting for their buses home.

Me: ‘What bus are you girls waiting for? I can check the timing for you.’

Girl: ‘Umm.. I live nearby this area. But birthday girl on the other hand, lives around AMK.’

The birthday girl reached out her hands and muttered ‘Claudia’ softly, almost in the same manner I replied in. A little chit chat sent her friend away, leaving Claudia with me to board the same bus back, and she was so weak I had to hold her shoulders just to keep her upright.

Bus 76 came on the dot, and we hopped onto the bus, with passengers sparingly seated. I walked her all the way to the end of the bus, and sat at the seats facing the last row. She was left by the window and I made a call home to let my family know I would be home later. Sitting beside me, was a birthday girl, whose age just reached 21. Above legal age right? Still reeking in a bit of alcohol, I knew she was out, and she was all mine to admire.

From her black flats with a cute crystal covered bow, up her thin but tanned legs, and a finishing touch of a tight black dress that was sheer at some parts and clothed on the other. Before I realised, I was dozing off as well, until a passenger woke me up to let me know we were the last on the bus. Quickly looking outside, the next stop was mine, and I managed to get off with Claudia, whom I held by the waist, heavy under my untrained arms.

At the bus stop, there was no way I could get an address out of her drunken state, so, it all boiled down to ransacking her bag for her IC, indicating an address not too far from me. Piggybacking her to her unit, there was no one to open the door. So, into her bag again, for the keys.

Me: ‘Claudia, K here. I’m going to head home now k? Can you take care of yourself?’

Her hand held onto me the moment I got off her bed, and the feverish temperature on her forehead melted my heart to stay and take care of her. Releasing my shoulder-carry onto the floor, I was held down again from going to get a towel to cool her down. Perhaps I should wait until she fell asleep before getting them. Or.. maybe when she did not pull me on top of her.

Everything happened so fast that I lost my balance and fell across her stomach, giving me even lesser time to react to the tug of her hand behind my head onto her face. Going down mouth to mouth, I did not resist that fateful kiss that parted my lips to accommodate her tongue in my mouth. The more I tried to be gentle, the least I realised it did anything to calm things down.

It all escalated to her unbuttoning my shirt and flipping to her side so I could run the zip down behind her dress that would totally strip her naked. There was no way I could turn away from a sweet 21 year old in a nude bra and C-string panties. I knew exactly how to remove all the lingerie she wore. Tugging feebly on my belt, I got my clothes off and in no time, we were both naked, with her drunk, and I, fully sober.

Claudia (whispering): ‘Fuck me please.. ‘

I knew it was the biggest mistake any girl could make, to have sex drunk. But the sudden clarity in her face made me doubted if I should stop at all. What she said, drove me crazier and assured about me advancing on her.

Claudia: ‘I really want it. You know I have been watching you since I stepped into the bar?’

Me: ‘But I am attached.’

Expecting a disappointment was my mistake. She didn’t seemed any disheartened by my statement either.

Claudia (whispering): ‘So am I. But that idiot couldn’t even be bothered to free his rest day up for me.’

With that said, I resumed the passionate kissing, and climbed on top of her, going between her legs which she opened for me. A split second was spent to let guilt warn me about any diseases, but that was already long out of her mind.

Claudia: ‘I trust you are clean. Because you told me you have a girlfriend.’

The same logic could be applied to her, so the last of my worries were out of the way. Laying my chest on her damp boobs, my back curved to let my manhood reach for her pussy. Totally missing the lip-biting expression, I only stopped when her hands went to my waist to stop me. Wait.. it shouldn’t be that difficult to penetrate, unless..

Me: ‘Are you a virgin?’

Claudia: ‘Just go in slowly.’

A frowned appeared between my brows, but my body was inching into her by the second. As her body relaxed, my meat went into her easier, and the painful expression changed to a high-er looking one. Oh yes! It feels so good. I must admit that was music to my ears. Placing my mouth at her nipples, I sucked on them hungrily as I rammed my dick into her, feeling the inexperienced pussy convulse at the deep strokes I was giving.

The innocent sounding moans changed to a agonising tone, growing louder like a slapping sounds of our bodies. Minutes passed without her stopping me, but the tightness was making things unbearable for me too. She was after all a virgin a few minutes ago.

Holding her ankles together during a pause, I turned her body to the side, and pounded against her butt, fucking her deep to get her moaning again. The change in position definitely felt better, assuming if the intensity of her moans represented how good she felt. On and on I went, enjoying the new angle as it helped greatly to reduce the sensitivity of my dick, therefore delaying the end of my fun.

After a while, I just had to turn her over again, this time into the doggie style which I hoped she liked. Tucking her knees together in a forward-kneeling position, I leaned back and sat on her bed, with just the tip of my dick inside her. Before I could jerk my body upwards, she was bouncing herself off my groin already, using the extra cosiness to let my dick scrape against the delicate fleshy walls covered with nerves.

Of course, I wouldn’t expect her to do all the work right? My hips obeyed my command and the upward thrusts threw her into an upright sitting stance, resting her body on her ankles that did not obstruct her butt which was sticking out, begging for more sex.

This tiring position was not my favourite, but it surely pleasured her to a point she could not take it anymore. The number of orgasms she got had drained most of her strength, but I would say the ever-lusting spirit was expected from virgins getting their first vaginal orgasms.

Falling forward on her face, she slumped to the side and sweat was immediately soaked up by her bedsheets. Staring at me with a side grin, I was too tired for another style, which she guessed I was at my limit too.

Like a lazy baby, she turned her body on the bed and stopped as soon as her mouth was right at my dick. She went back into the kneel between my legs and her long hair covered the significant moment where her mouth went over my dick. The gentle warmth and unhurried sucking, with the steady movements up and down my shaft, I almost believed I was in heaven.

Claudia never took a break from the finishing blow, and I suspected she wanted to hear me groan as well. In less than five minutes of her sucking, my body tensed up and the yummy week’s load of cum just fired into her mouth, forcing her to slap on my thigh as I filled her up non-stop. Leaning back slightly gave me a wonderful view after I swept her hair to the back, and the exit was even more seductive. Pressing her lips around my shaft, she lifted her mouth up and collected every drop of goodness.

Going ahhh she showed me how much I came, and proceeded to swallow them in a few loud gulps. Pulling my hands, we fell back on her pillow and laid face to face, exchanging tired pecks on each others’ lips.

Claudia (whispering): ‘You know, I’ve never given my boyfriend a blowjob.’

Me: ‘Then why me?’

Claudia (whispering): ‘Cause you made me want to give it to you.’

I got out of bed after she fell asleep, slipping a long t-shirt from her wardrobe over her limp body. The rest of the night was spent changing the wet towel I placed on her forehead to take away the fever. And by sunrise, she was feeling much cooler and allowed me to sleep, only after I served her breakfast – which was a blowjob to get whatever that’s left in my balls, out.

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