Beach See-Through.

Alice and I known each other a few weeks ago, blogging as our common hobby. Although our sites had a huge difference in content, we shared the same goals to write and live out lives in our works. It had taken some time to arrange for a special kind of meeting that reached beyond coffee and meals.

We met at pit 50 as planned for a small picnic by East Coast Park. Although the weather was hotter with the haze, it was still fine for us to gather there and chat. A short while of waiting later, Alice came in a tempting white blouse that was slightly translucent and short denim skirt, strolling through the sand to where I sat, right under the sun.

Alice: ‘Is this the best spot you can get?’

Me: ‘Yeah! You can see your bags from the sea and while it’s hot, we can go for a swim.’

I arranged her bags on the army style groundsheet and did a candy wrap before removing my shirt and shorts, stacking them over the sand to dry. She did the same but in a more sensual manner, unbuttoning slowly and peeling those pesky top over her shoulders. Her skirt came off with a wriggle and the pair of white bikini clung onto her body in the sexiest way possible. It was a decent swimwear with the top covering the important places, and the bottom wrapped around her tight looking ass. The front portion of the bikini bottom was a tad narrower, but her cameltoe was well well hidden in shade.

We went straight for the waters with her hands on me against the waves. Waist deep, I went for a short swim, returning to her after I got breathless from the strong current. Laying on the sand with our feet in the water, the sunglasses we wore helped and the only thing we had to do was to keep splashing water on our bodies to prevent sunburns.

Slowly, the waters pulled us lower and we decided to sit in the wet sand waist deep. Whenever the water recede, her crossed legs revealed those obvious cameltoe and the material got a little translucent when wet, hinting at a shaved or waxed pussy that I wanted so much to lay my hands on. She saw where my eyes were staring at and glided her bum deeper, where the water would not expose her privates. Somewhat disappointed, I shifted next to her and let the waves hit against my fats, chatting on nonsensical topics while we basked.

The crowd behind us disappeared as the temperature got hotter, and her hand just went to my crouch, where my dick was shrunken by the cold water.

Alice: ‘Why is it not standing?’

Me: ‘And why are you so wet?’

Alice: ‘Cause I’m in the water?’

Me: ‘Is it?’

I placed my arms at her waist and pulled her closer, so no one would suspect what we were doing. Her hand went into my trunks and tugged at my dick, until it grew larger to her liking. With what she wore for her bottoms, it was easy to push the cloth to the side and sink my finger into her pussy, where a different kind of wetness caught my attention.

Alice: ‘Since there’s not many people now, shall we go into the waters?’

We got up and went neck deep into the sea, hugging her from behind and fingers going back into her bottoms, dipping into the mixture of saltwater and her juicy goodness. Her hands were on her bum, and stroking my rod as well, warm in contrast to the water. After a few minutes of foreplay, she perked her butt to slide up and down my shaft, before I angled it lower to point at her pussy.

Me: ‘Ever done this before?’

Alice: ‘Nope. It will be my first time.’

I felt the centre part of her bottoms get pulled away and I entered her easily, plunging my rod into a different kind of pleasure. That unforgettable tightness and slipperiness, kept my hips moving as the waves rushed against my back to drive my manhood deeper. With both of us looking at the beach, a few passerby glanced in our directions but did not raise any alert. After all, it wouldn’t take too long before we were done.

She floated away after some time and turned around to face me, arms over my neck and legs around my waist. In the wobbly environment, she let slip of her grip and lowered her pussy over my dick, where I held her waist and pulled her up and down, assisted by the buoyancy and natural ‘forces’. I could totally feel the tension between her legs, and the orgasmic expression on her face was priceless.

We had skipped the kissing part to prevent any water from entering our mouths, and at the same time, trying not to get dragged down into the deeper waters. Almost mouth level, I took a deep breath with her and went under, grabbing her waist and thrusting my hips with all my might, until a kick to the surface gave us another breath of air.

I was about to cum and she was squeezing her pussy tighter for me. Swimming sidestroke towards the shore, we gained footing and resumed our sex better. Finally, I waded my way to get my chest out of the water and rammed hard into her, without exposing our lower body. The gush of hot cum made her gasp and her legs clamped around harder.

Lost in the pounding waves, she could feel better if I was done and once my pulsating dick calmed down, she swam away and adjusted her bottoms, before crawling back onto the sand. I followed her behind as I tidied my trunks, joining her exhausted on the beach.

Me: ‘Sorry Alice.. I totally couldn’t tell if you came. The waters, are just too fierce.’

Alice: ‘Don’t worry k? I did. In fact, the moment you put it in from behind, you touched a sensitive spot and almost knocked me out. I came a few times.’

Me: ‘Look.’

I pointed at her pussy and we saw a thick white load of liquid gathering on the cloth. She pressed onto it and rubbed it around, smearing my cum all over her pussy.

Alice: ‘No one can see now.’

We waited for the sky to get a bit darker before stepping out of the sea, heading to our spot to start on the simple BBQ. She only wore her skirt, leaving her top to keep neighbouring eyes busy on her slim, curvy body, while I was dressed in a similar manner, but garnered no views, but jealousy.

Having sex in the sea.. is both thrilling, but a little disappointing. As my mind had to balance and pump. I would still prefer the bed or somewhere more comfortable.

Even more Rants.

Staplerman is ranting here. Skip if you wish to. No sex involved.

I work in the F&B industry, more specifically, in the line where coffee is involved. As all of you know, the F&B industry is known for its low pay, long hours, that few of us would want to be doing for the rest of our lives. Apart from passion (which I have, that’s why it’s not really a complain here), it’s the money. When I imagine where I’d be after 2, 5, 10 years, I still see myself doing what I fell in love with. And the salary? Probably adjusted for inflation, but any hopes of totally changing my lifestyle to a higher-income one? I guess not.

There isn’t much I can do to the long hours required of me, nor the job scope I am entrusted with. Seriously, who wouldn’t want to be in control of the two factors above? Time and workload. This little hobby (erotic blog) of mine isn’t designed to be my second income stream. I just cannot picture myself limiting knowledge and entertainment (especially on the internet) to those who ‘can afford it’. To be fair, you need to at least pay for the broadband to read.

When one has to work long hours in a fixed location, what are the chances of meeting the ‘right’ one? Even if we actively seek, the most important question for future planning is ‘how much do you earn?’ before ‘how much do we earn?’ Sure, I write, I cook, I do photography, I make coffee, plus a lot of skills I picked up from interests. Where do they go? Back to the cafe, I’m only required to do this few, not ‘anything I want’.

That’s just me, who have time for hobbies. What about those out there? Whose work took up so many waking hours that the time they are left with is just enough for sleep? Yes, I do shift work, and I am free from 9 to 4pm. Hello? How many people is free during that time? Perhaps all the F&B staff that does shift work.

What Staplerman is trying to say is that, nothing will change. I have never hoped to be sitting in an office one day, I have never hoped to be doing less for more money. Do you love your job? Or is stuck in one that you are willing to do for the money?

As your entertainment provider, I would not reject donations. And even if you have one hundred to spare, can I bring myself to accept it knowing that you are not that much, much better than me? If you are a millionaire looking to help Staplerman, please do. If you are a billionaire, I wouldn’t mind living off you to write for the rest of my life.By the way, Buying digital media off this site does not help at all, cause the money goes to the girl(s).

It hurts me a little to know that despite the things that I gave up to stay in a job I love, money and time can never appear on a platter for me. And love? That’s just much worse given how much (or little) I earn from this job. Now, the thing is, can I be with someone who earns more than me? Does she deserve this kind of life? Or someone earning less than me? Who equally doesn’t deserve this kind of life.

Staplerman is happy where he is now, it’s just some rants that needs to be gotten off his chest. Don’t tell me to work overseas. It’s the same shit, just different place.

It’s You Again.

This is the first entry Staplerman has written in the second person’s view. For those whom might not know what is that, I will give a brief description of how such a writing style works. ‘First person’ perspective is the one you play Counter Strike in, where you see yourself. It is usually represented by words like ‘I’ and ‘Me’. The third person view would be like watching a movie, using ‘him’, ‘her’ or ‘Amir’. And for the second person, it will be a simple, ‘You’.

When you planned to meet, you had no expectations of how he would look like. On top of that, you did not quite bother if he looked especially bad either, since it was just a dinner date. He had Whatsapp you that he was already there and you were running late, in fact, a good fifteen minutes late. It wouldn’t matter either, as you will be meeting him sooner or later.

You came up the escalator and scanned around the entrance of BHG, and there he was, in a pair of dark blue shorts, red t-shirt and slippers, truly slack enough even for a place like Bugis Junction. You were in a comparatively simple outfit as well, plain black spaghetti top, a pair of white shorts and slippers. The only difference was your red hair, which he wasn’t informed.

Without your heels, the two of you were of the same height and you walked in the direction of the row of restaurants behind the mall, across the busy road. From the corner of your eyes, you could see that he wanted to hold your waist as the roads cleared, but did not do it, since you dashed off first. That army brown sling bag he carried seemed heavy and light at once, as though he was that simple a guy.

You settled for a steamboat restaurant that you were familiar with, and went to the second floor as ushered. He was a little quieter than how he would be on Whatsapp, but conversations were still going on. The dinner went on smoothly, while you learnt a bit more about him. He was the person who had posted articles online, with his views of sex and love, that you had to agree to some of which were written well. He was someone who knew how to enjoy, giving much thoughts to whatever he did.

Somehow, he did not seemed more intelligent nor less, possibly hidden to make you feel comfortable with him. You had no idea what to make out of his words, suspecting that he might not mean what he said, but he had an open mind though, always ready to put himself into anybody’s shoe.

He walked in front of you to lead the way, and you followed him closely, thoughts of your own life still running through your mind, wondering if he had understood you beyond what you have shared with him. All these while, the conversations with him face-to-face and through Whatsapp, he had been respectful, but it could just be a front he put up to get girls.

You reached the National Library which was fairly empty then, with just an hour before closing. He clicked on the lift button and you stood beside him, prompting him with a question to ease your ponder. ‘Where are we going?’ You asked cooly. ‘Up’. That senseless reply. What more could you ask not to sound worried? You are a strong, confident girl capable to protect yourself no matter what was thrown at you.

The lift came and the two of you stepped into it, shooting for the heavens that provided a wonderful city view of the area around. After a minute, the pressure in your ears were relieved and the doors opened to a futuristic level of glass and concrete interior. Looking at the sign on the wall, it read ’18’. But you remembered seeing that floors up to 17 had a label with the floors’ classification of books or references, and 18 was the only unlabelled one.

‘How did we get up here?’, you had a little more worry by then, since it was clearly inaccessible to the public. ‘I am not as simple as you think, K.’ He gave that reply with a deeper tone that made you felt like you knew nothing about him. He held your wrist and led you to a black glossy wall, and scanned a card over a certain part on the wall. A small panel then slid open and it was a lounge with the most magnificent skyline beyond the windows.

You stepped into it before him and went to the windows, peering out like a little girl outside a toy store. Never before you felt so small, but powerful. He was certainly not as simple as you had imagined him to be. He removed his slippers on the detailed floral carpet and stood beside you, glancing in the same direction but with a sense of mystery.

‘Who are you?’, there was no way you were giving up on exposing his identity. ‘I am someone with power, but without control.’ Huh? Was that the easiest and deepest answer you ever heard? Or was it just a reply to get you off his shoulders? He left you and went to the corner, dragging two beanbags behind you and sat on one of them, slouching backwards in the most relaxing position. You removed your slippers and fell onto it, sinking your bum on the softest cushion you ever felt. Everything felt so refined and expensive, totally opposite to how he appeared to be.

One of his hand went to your icy cold knee and a question presented itself to you, ‘You like it here?’ You nodded, and eyes remained looking soulless outside. A part of your mind was already through the windows, picturing the life with all of these under your feet, and the other half of your mind, was on the warm palm on your knee.

‘I don’t own the land that you can see from here, unlike some.. quotes I heard before. I only know that I don’t have to do any of the things that the people you can see from here, to own more places like this.’

What was he trying to say? His power lies above us (the working class), but never relied on us to get to where he was today? His hand shifted above my knee and stopped where my shorts ended. From where we were seated, he reached for the bottle of wine near the lounge seats and brought two glasses along. The gush of fine wine was the loudest sounds in the room for a moment, and such silence had never been that beautiful to you.

Sipping from the glass, you prayed that he did not ask you anything about the wine, and to your relieve, he didn’t. His hand went back to your thigh and sank into your sensitive inner leg, where you know was the limit you will allow any guy to go. He stopped right there, as though he understood your fear. Although he had stopped advancing, you felt his nails of his fingers and they ran very slowly down the untanned areas, summoning a collection of energy and bringing them under your shorts where he had not touched.

What are you going to do? Push him away? Or just remain still? It would be too easy for him no matter which option. Hmm.. Why not give him a chance to determine if he deserved anymore of you? The answer that he gave to your next question, no matter what you asked, would either clear all your worries and doubts to see what kind of men he belonged to, or grant him the honour that no man was ever given.

‘What are you willing to give up to have me?’ It was the most regretfully simple, cheap in a sense, question that appeared in your mind, but it was too late to unasked. So, it was a wait of faith to see, how he reacted.

Nothing‘.

A ‘why’ was banging on your head so fiercely that you almost blurted out that lack of depth. But it was not a challenge of understand without explanation. You wanted to know why weren’t you worth all of him, or was he looking at that question differently?

With the two beanbags so close together, he brought his arm behind you and sat closer, almost possible to reach his hand around your waist, and reach into it. As you tried to make sense of his answer, his fingers sank a centimeter into the centre of your shorts, directly below your belly. It wasn’t the distance from him that you were concerned about, it was that one-word answer he gave that you wanted more explanation from.

‘But why nothing?’, you gave in and asked, expecting a simple breakdown which you knew could be as senseless to understand. He sighed, and said ‘Dear, it is not about giving up anything to be with someone, it is about what you will turn down, to give that person away. You get it?’

You took five seconds to process what he just said, and another five to understand what he meant. By then, you felt a release of the pressure on your tummy, filled with food from the steamboat earlier. Sure enough, that answer from him made sense, and you knew he would share what he had with someone he loved, and yet not wanting anything more if he was to be without that lucky girl.

Right then, his fingers touched your clit and you suddenly felt his wam chest on your shoulder back. You weren’t turned on at all being there with him, but there was no strong resistance to not being aroused there too. That non-intrusive rub slowly brought your mind away from him and mixed your vision into the flashy lights in the distance. He laid back with you and his fingertips were still working hard, bringing you to a midway trance of orgasm.

At his speed, he was clearly not going to get you climaxing, or was he waiting for you? Your hand on the side where his arm were around, reached for his smooth shorts and felt no erection. Since he was already in contact with your skin, you changed your hand’s position to his leg, pushing up his shorts and feeling that growing pipe in your finger.

As he hardened, he picked up his pace and circled around your clit quicker, pushing you to the brink of orgasm, and maintaining it. Damn, did he really wanted you to go all out before he would give it to you? You had his dick in your hand like holding onto a rod, tip pointing at your palm instead of the usual upward direction. You did not know how fast he wanted, so a slow jerk was all he got.

Smiling sweetly at you, he was not too concerned about how you handled him. You bet he was just teasing you to see how far you would go. A short burst of energy went through his arm and the sudden increase in speed made you shut your legs, climax building up like an atomic bomb, before your mind exploded into leaking an extra bit of fluid onto his fingers.

He gave you a break but kept his fingers there, while pushing your hand in his shorts out. Your strength recovered after some time and his arm around you pulled away, buttoning your shorts while resting.

A continuous buzz came from his phone and he stepped away to pick it, hearing only ‘Alright. Now? Sure.’ He came back to the seat and picked his glass up from the floor, gulping down whatever wine left. ‘I think the library is closing, we have to go’, he told you as he placed the used glasses on the same table he got them from.

‘I thought this belonged to you?’, you asked with remorse to the fun you allowed him to have with you, hoping that there were some other reasons he had to vacate the place. ‘Yes, it is mine. This whole floor is mine. But it is not a residence. I bought and let the committee use this place for important function with agreement that I can access and use here whenever I wanted. My priority is above anything on this level.’

Whew. So, he did really own this place. What more did he have that you did not know about? A lift was stationed outside as you left with him, and a uniformed staff stood in it.

‘Good evening Mr. R, are you satisfied with how we managed your place?’ There was a little fear in her as she swallowed a few times after asking. ‘Yes. I’m just here with my friend to enjoy the view. You know I don’t interfere with how you run the place.’ She exhaled a breath, showing you how forgiving he was, and you immediately felt a little better knowing he was compassionate to others.

‘See? That was what I meant when I said I have power but no control.’ You smiled as he said that contradicting phrase, knowing that he intentionally gave his control away so he had less to worry about. He walked you to the place where you two met, at the entrance of BHG where he waved you goodbye. Going down the automatic stairs, there was another side of life which you had yet to explore, where imagination and creativity can do so for you.

It wasn’t meeting him nor the ownership of such a posh place that left a deep memory on you, it was the glamorous view of the city that showed you what your thoughts couldn’t. Plus, that orgasm.. went perfectly well with the distraction of the lights beneath your feet on level 18. Were you lucky to know him? You looked downwards to hide the mental nod of your head. All along, you wanted to find your ideal man of your dream, but at the same time, your heart was wishing for the appearance of a man, who could recreated your ‘ideal dream’.

That being said, you were setting up a challenge, for someone to use unconventional methods, through unexpected acts, to touch your heart in an unbelievable manner. You wanted something you cannot predict, and show you life in a brand new light. Somewhat like R did for you. Sure enough, you understood that a normal relationship start from a friendship would not hurt, but if something that exciting and thrilling for a man you least imagined to be with, showed up and redefined ‘love’ for you, you will be more than happy to accept that challenge.

Story.

One among you out there has wrote a story for Staplerman, and he has gotten permission to post it on his blog for all to enjoy. This female writer has been writing on and off, so you’ll see her casual use of words depicting various scenes. Enjoy yourselves guys. This is a light and relaxing entry, with some girl-on-girl action. I know you will love that.

Here is a story I wrote. By the way, they are sisters in real life.

She walks into the house complaining about her tiring day – filming from the crack of dawn to nearly midnight, fans making her sign autographs and take pictures with them after she exited the tv station, being harassed by paparazzi when she was on her way home. Standard procedure everyday. I never get jealous that she’s more popular than me because her life seems really stressful and I think I’ll suffer a mental breakdown if I live that way.

“I need a warm shower and a nice long sleep!” she exclaims. As I hear the sound of water running, I imagine her rubbing strawberry-scented shower gel in circular motions over her large, firm breasts. She has such lovely breasts, I wonder why she wants to keep them out of view as much as possible. Unknowingly, I start massaging my own breasts in my bra and my other hand slides into my panties, and I rub my fingertips over my private parts.

Pleasure overtakes me and I strip myself naked. I penetrate myself with two fingers and am amazed at how tight I am despite the fact that I have given birth before and make love with my husband regularly.

The sudden realization hits me : I am a married mother and have to be a good role model to my daughter and I have to be faithful to my husband, besides how is it right for anyone to fantasise about their own sister?

But pleasure overrides my conscience and I continue fingering myself, proceeding to stroke the walls of my vagina. My husband was not at home anyway, and my daughter was fast asleep. Besides, sex is a form of expressing your love to someone, and I do love Tavia. She had always been there for me when no one else was. I remembered how when I was 12, I was being beaten by my stepfather and Tavia saved me from a fatal blow.

| The Flashback Starts |

Dad : You naughty girl! How many times did I tell you not to loiter around in shopping malls after school!
Me (crying) : I’m sorry Dad, it’s not going to happen again.
Dad : That’s what you always say! I need to punish you already! *starts beating*
Tavia : Stop it! *runs forward and shields me*
Dad : Get off, busybody! *pushed Tavia away and she fell down the stairs*

– a while later –

Me : Are you ok?
Tavia : Yes, I’m fine as long as you are.
Me : Thanks for saving me.
Tavia : You’re my sister, it’s my duty to protect you.

| The Flashback Ends |

Ever since then, I had been in love with Tavia but dared not tell anyone. I knew it’s wrong to be in love with my own sister. For 25 years I have been keeping this secret, not even daring to leak it to my closest friends.

Speaking of leak, I feel the need to pee. I pull on a light pink silk nightgown and make my way to the bathroom. Surprisingly the door was not locked.

“Oh no, I forgot to lock the door again!” she exclaims when I enter the bathroom. But the minute I notice my sister’s naked body I forget that I need to pee.

I throw off the nightgown and walk into the shower stall. “Griselda, what are you doing?” she asks, to which my reply is “Something I’ve wanted to do for 25 years.” before I pin her to the wall and force a kiss on her lips causing her to whimper in fear and clutch tightly onto my breasts in an attempt to stop me but instead it arouses me more and I start kissing harder.

When I release her to catch my breath, she too is gasping for air. “Griselda… Kiss me again…” she begs. “But… Please… Be gentle this time.” I willingly concede. She wraps her arms around me and I circle her clitoris with my fingertips. I gently penetrate her with one finger and allow her to feel me inside her before sliding another finger into her vagina.

“Oh my god, you’re so tight.” I gasp as I break the kiss. “Him Law… He has a small dick.” she replies, and she sounds as if she is almost out of breath which I think is sexy as hell.

She quickly pulls me to her bedroom and jabs my shoulder lightly causing me to fall backwards onto her bed. With two fingers she spreads apart my pussy lips and pokes lovingly at my opening with the same two fingers.

“Ugh, never mind about this! I just want to fuck you right now!” she exclaims and jumps onto me, positions me for scissoring and jerks her hips back and forth so that her private parts rub against mine, and she locks lips with me once again.

We came at the same time, mixing our fluids together as if to bind us to each other for eternity. “Tavia, I love you.” I manage to speak through my weak breath. “I love you too.” she replies. We both fall asleep in each other’s arms, and I smile knowing that my one true love feels the same way towards me.

Story published with permission, courtesy of an unnamed writer.

Almost Nude.

Snapping the hook together between her new black Nubra, Shyan pulled the laced dress over her head and looked into the mirror at her bare pussy. The dress was meant to have an underlay, but the adventurous her decided to do without it, replacing the inner wear with a pair of black knickers. It was slightly longer than boxers so she felt safe in it, but even she thought that this outfit was a little too much for the conservative Singaporeans.

Swallowing countless times to distract the unsettling mind, the clock strike 6pm and it was her cue to leave house. Her boyfriend was already downstairs when she stepped out of the lift, and he just gave her a long stare. Holding onto her hand, they walked towards the MRT station with staring eyes. Those behind them would wonder about the presence of a bra, and the ones in the opposite direction would ogle at that slim figure without and obstruction for a good scan.

They boarded the crowded train for Bugis and the carriage was packed as usual, being a weekend and all. Pulled apart by the influx of passengers, they could keep their hands together. Apart from that, there was no way he could tell, that the guy behind his girlfriend, already had his hand on her back. As the train continued on its journey, he raised his briefcase to ‘accidentally’ lift her skater dress, until it was hooked onto the zip. Quickly shifting his hand under, Shyan gasped at the warm palm on her bum, and it did not just stop there. Fingers were digging in front her waist and cupping over the cold fleshy butt cheeks. She had tried turning her head to look at that pervert, but he always give her a shove to scare her into falling forward.

His hand went up and down her butt a few times, before taking a break at her waist. The thought that it was over, never came true. His arms went around her body and slipped right into her groin, where the baby-smooth skin gave no resistance to his advances. One of her hands was holding onto boyfriend, and the other on the overhead grips. His weatherworn digits then pushed their way between the dry but powdered slit of raw flesh, rubbing her until her juices admitted her horniness.

As she tried to keep her legs closed, the guy granted her a sideway shove and she opened those slim limbs, so he could curl his finger into her. The noises she wanted to make was barely held back, and his finger was moving faster as the stops got more frequent towards City Hall. The knickers had already soaked much of the juices, and he just keeping her tap running. Finger fucking her discreetly, it was the craziest thing that happened to her and the trail of liquid down her legs soon worried her.

The train got more packed at Dhoby Ghaut, forcing his body on her back, and he reached his fingers deeper. Her head tilted upwards in the sight of the people around her, including her boyfriend, and then gave off a gentle shiver like the ones she experienced while peeing. By then, the hand had disappeared and the single stream down her leg had a bit more fluids running through.

Finally, their stop arrived and he yanked her out of the inconsiderate passengers who stood around her admiring that sexy figure. Whoever fingered her, had hidden himself well without that guilty expression she was looking out for.

Boyfriend: ‘You okay? You look so red.’

Shyan: ‘Just hot. The train is too packed.’

Boyfriend: ‘Yeah. And you in this.. *sigh* Take my jacket.’

He threw the warm fleece over her and boarded the green line towards Bugis, where more hands brushed under her dress at the perky ass, which her boyfriend would spend a long time banging. That night, juices were leaking at times people molested her. Those hands who were more gentle had turned her on and those impatient grabbers just disgusted her.

In under an hour of shopping, she dragged her boyfriend into an area with rows of unoccupied shops, and made him fuck her with the other moaning sounds heard on that floor. She was especially tight and wet by then, and was treated to a mind-blowing orgasm that drained her energy into a state of disability.

Absent Mind.

Desmond had spent close to two hours at the pub with his bunch of guy-girl friends and a few of the young ladies working there accompany beside him as well. Bottles of hard liquor and jugs of beers later, it was all high and crazy as they played games and teased each other. No matter how wild it might get, he knew he would be going home alone since ONS did not appeal to him. After the last cup of beer was emptied into his, the group cheered and finished their drinks. All good and well, they made the payment and Desmond was accompanied out by Michelle, whom he thought would be going to just drop him off at a taxi stand and return to work. But it wasn’t the case.

Michelle: ‘I’ll get you home safely. My shift has ended anyway.’

The last thing he remembered was getting into a cab with her and the rest were history. When he woke up, it was because drops of water hit his face. Desmond found himself naked, with his wrists and ankles secured to straps tied to the corners of the bed and the sheets he laid on were smelling very girlish, around the room were table and cupboards, filled with cosmetics and clothes. Michelle, who was standing with her legs opened above his head smiled as he woke up and felt the saliva on his face. She squatted down and positioned her pussy over his mouth, grinding in small motions around his lips until he stuck his tongue out to lick her.

He wasn’t in a position to reject or disobey since he had something that could be cut off easily if she wanted to. Gosh, he can’t even imagine that, even eating shit would be better than that pain. Her moans filled up the room as his tongue swiped along her slit in an up-down action, sucking and clamping her clit occasionally with his lips. Desmond wasn’t that lousy in pleasuring girls either.

Soon, she slid her body down to his stomach and sat over him while she reached to the side of the bed to pull out what seemed like a mask used for oxygenating hospital patients. She placed it over his mouth and a scent of chemicals made him hold his breath for as long as he could. Of course, she knew how to counter that as well. One hand holding the mask, the other hand reached backwards to his testicles and she gave it a gentle massage, toying with the egg-shaped spheres within it. Desmond could not tolerate that at all and took a deep breath of air, and his vision immediately blurred, strength gone like the wind. But amidst that drain of energy, he found his dick to be feeling hotter and bigger, opposite reaction to what his body experienced.

Michelle waited for a while for him to be really relaxed and left the mask by the pillow, in case he needed it. She moved her hips lower to his waist and finally, he could feel the cold wetness of her pussy touching the tip of his ‘head’. She leaned her body forward onto his and slowly glided down, letting her pussy lips spread to his width and pushed down the little head, right where his dick was secured with the mushroom cap, before he closed his eyes in ecstasy, just when her pussy swallowed his length, along the shaft that seemed never-ending until her pussy touched his shaven groin.

Once fully inserted, she began moving her hips in a roving manner, sitting down firmly, but rotating her hips in rounds and moving it back and forth like how the OSIM iGallop worked. She was like that massage device, going in a rhythm so sychronised that Desmond knew was the once and only time he felt so right. It was a perfect pussy he was enjoying that matched how his body liked it. It did get a little monotonous as she went at it for a good fifteen minutes without much changes, and throughout the whole time, it was as breathtaking as it was from the start.

She finally got the message and placed her calves on the bed, before lifting her butt up and letting it down. In this position, Michelle pushed her vaginal walls closely together and went bouncing on him as Desmond went a little crazy and groaned as well. It was truly sexy for her to watch how her partner got tortured because of her skills.

There was not much she could do with him lying down but it was great for her, the control of the speed, depth, was all with her and she had been cumming from time to time with his size and stamina that it was one of the most worthwhile nights she had. Desmond was drifting in and out of sleep but it didn’t matter as long as that rod of his does not soften. After a long night, close to 30 minutes of riding later, Michelle was getting tired too, but she knew he would prefer to cum.

Turning a valve on the air tube leading to the mask, a swish of air was heard and she covered it over his face, until he finally regained his consciousness and strength. She untied the straps and let him free, before she bent over in front of him into doggie. It did take Desmond a while to get his strength back, but as he rested, he got to his knees and plunged his hard dick inside her pussy.

It was his turn to get a feel of how soft, wet and relaxed this scary slut was. He held onto her butt tightly and reached for her hair, before she stretched her arms backwards so he could hold onto them instead. He jerked her body backwards and made sure his dick was all the way into where she never even felt possible, and kept ramming his meat between the delicate pink flaps of raw pussy flesh.

Michelle screamed loudly as he went faster and faster, way beyond what she could handle and the size of his dick actually grew inside her as well, rendering her squeezes oversensitive. With her pussy fully stimulated at all areas, she found herself climaxing non-stop and the gushes of juices from her pussy had hit record amounts too. Desmond transferred all his fears and relieves of it into sexual energy and kept pumping into her, until he was ready to cum.

Desmond: ‘I am cumming right inside you!’

He let go off her arms and pulled her waist right back at his dick, which her pussy was then filled like a water balloon but instead of water, cum took its place inside her. The humongous flood of sperms exploded into her like a pipe burst and she could totally feel how much there was. His hands remained tight on her waist and close to his body as well. She could not struggle at all.

Once he was slowing down, he took his dick out of her and turned her to the side. He quickly went over to her mouth and pinched onto her nose before dipping his cum-covered dick into her mouth, pushing her jaws close before giving her a few thrusts down her throat. He grabbed the gas mask after he was done and turned the valve to the initial setting, before covering it over her mouth, letting her inhale the weakening mix of chemicals.

Well, Desmond did not really just let her rest that way. He took the chance to rape her twice and making sure all the cum went into her pussy or mouth, before he tied her up so she would not do it to him if she woke up. Michelle loved to dominate and submit. So in anyway, she enjoyed herself even though the rape did happen, it was more of a fantasy came true for her.

Days to come, he would sneak into her house with a duplicate set of keys and put the mask with sleeping gas on when she fell asleep. After she’s out, he would then proceed to rape her to his heart’s content, and let the night past for her to rest until day. No one would know right?

Explosion.

Samantha climbed over Jon’s thighs after lifting her dress up and quickly slipped his dick into her while she lowered herself over him. There was not much time to lose as anybody could come into the toilet, it was at level four of Red Dot Traffic building. The night was slowly passing as their groans and moans echoed in the cubicle. But they were not the only ones there. As she bounced atop of him, the door suddenly swung open and she was pulled away by a pair of arms under hers.

Two men then entered the cubicle and dragged him out, behind Samantha. A door in the corner was opened and they went into it, leaving the corridor all quiet and still. Inside, Samantha was thrown at a couch and she screamed as the guy who dragged her earlier, laid a few hard slaps across her face.

The other men tied Jon onto a chair, so tightly he had no way to wriggle at all. As his girlfriend was panty-less, it made work easier for the guys and they brought her to the back of the sofa, bending her over the headrest facing her boyfriend. Zip sounds then went off like fireworks and the clinging of the belts hit the floor. Jon could not help but watch his girlfriend get used by the strangers.

Once they were naked from the waist down, the guy behind her split her legs, flipped her dress up and a moan escaped from her lips, hinting at the penetration of her pussy. The loud pounding followed and Samantha was moaning against her own will. Noticing the danger of the sounds that were coming out of her, another man went to her face and pinched her nose, letting her catch one last look at her boyfriend before his dick sank into her lips and his hips thrusted happily at her.

Choking and moaning, it hurt Jon badly as he could not imagine the pain she was enduring. The guy at her mouth did not last too long and the thick pile of cum filled up her throat, forcing her to swallow if not suffocate. The gulps went unwilling and he left her mouth to rest. The male pounding her from behind did not take too long either and pumped hard into her as his sperms sprayed into her and filled her up with his seeds.

Finally, it was the last guy’s turn. Smiling widely, he clumsily squeezed a tube of lubricant at her butt and used her crack to lube himself up as well. After a few deep breaths, Samantha screamed through his hand at her mouth as his dick poked into her tight anus. It certainly took a few minutes as her eyes rolled back and voice turned hoarse. She tried to fight with all her might for freedom but it did not work, instead, tiring her out faster.

With her lifeless body bent over the sofa, the man began moving faster, sinking this dick in and out of her ass. The pressure inside was overwhelming and he especially loved it when Samantha used that bit of strength in her to try and push him out, he would ram her with the equivalent force and try to go deeper.

The pain and weird feeling inside her body was stirring up an addiction that felt better than normal intercourse. Without warning, a hot-cold sensation fired through her body and her pussy collapsed onto itself, contracting beyond her usual tightness and the gush of juices leaked like never before. The orgasms did not stop just like that, in fact, it went on non-stop as long as his dick kept stroking the insides of her butt and together with her own hands rubbing her clit to ease the pain.

Although it was rape she was going through, it opened up something in her that made her felt dirtier than usual, and much more hornier than ever. The man gave a loud groan and gave her the deepest and hardest few thrusts into her butt, before letting the meat squeeze out its tube of sperms into her, soothing the pain with a generous load of warm cum.

They quickly got dressed and ran out of the room, leaving Jon in restraints, and Samantha’s body leaking of cum in all three holes. Her mind was exhausted, but her body was not ready to end any time soon. After all, the person she was in love with, was sitting in front of her, in bounds for her pleasure and usage.

As the moonlight disappeared, their eyes had gotten used to the darkness and she got off the sofa to him. With a pair of scissors she found, his pants and underwear turned into shreds. Sure enough, he wasn’t turned on after what happened, but with her mouth working on his rod, it didn’t take long either.

Her lips gave him a tight seal around the shaft, closely sucking on the skins around and under. That line of pleasure under his shaft was kept warm and wet with her tongue stroking against it. And once in a while, she would stop at his cute mushroom and suck on the lollipop while his pee hole received the royal stimulation.

Once his dick was throbbing with life, Samantha sat on him with her back facing him. Her hands rested on his upper thighs as support while her calves helped her to bounce a little up and down, grinding his dick inside her while her pussy gasps in excitement. Yes, the cum of the other man was inside her, but that was exactly what made it so slippery and exotic.

Her pussy contracted to the tightest with her free hand rubbing on her clit, pushing Jon to the edge of cumming right there and then. Her anus was still leaking lubricant and that was the next stop for him. She lifted herself higher out of her pussy and sat over his dick, this time, penetrating her anus. Jon jumped up from the over sensitive contact but his hands were holding him down.

Samantha did not care about how he felt but his dick was way bigger than the last guy’s. It felt so full and urgent, like toilet urgent. Once she began moving, the effects of anal sex soon got into her and her hips kept going without rest, slapping on his legs, and whenever she got tired, she would just grind her hips around his groin, making sure he was in agony.

Soon, Jon knew what was coming.

Jon: ‘Sweetheart, I’m cumming!’

With that signal, she continued her pace on top of him quicker and deeper, making sure Jon begged for mercy. Finally, the last straw came and his legs threw around while his dick fired all the 6 rounds of bullets into her. Samantha was still riding in case you’re wondering, and that just drove Jon wild and crazy. Just as the chair tipped to the side, she got up and let him fall, before untying him and letting him go.

The duo did not make a report after that incident, but began on their new adventures in all her love holes. Sometimes, requiring help from a few more guys to plug them all.

One Favourite.

Staplerman is back with a recommendation which he had been hiding for some time. As expected, this is from torrents and below is the cover, with screenshot hidden in the link beneath.

SOE-768

The actress’ name is Tsuruta Kana (corrected), DVD title easier known as SOE-768. For a note, the whole clip is CENSORED. But her cute voice and petite dreamy body is worth the watch. No video thumbnails for this. Couldn’t find it.

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