High Hem.

Shelly: ‘Why did you buy this skirt for me? It’s so short!’

Adrian: ‘Just trust me k? I’ll be beside you all the time.’

They left the mall and walked towards the bus stop, planning to take a longer bus ride home to spend the uneventful day which they had been just shopping and eating. It was a day revolving around her as he splurged on food and clothes, buying some matching couple items along the way. For the ride home, it will be her turn to satisfy him, a move which guys would expect when they treated their girls well.

Heading straight for the upper deck of the bus, the passengers sitting adjacent could totally look up her black skater skirt with a matching black thongs covering in contrast to her fair butt complexion. They walked past a few staring eyes on his girl and sat at the last row, before he leaned towards her in the corner and laid on her shoulders. Sheepishly, he reached under her loose sheer top and unclipped the buckle between her cups to free her bra. With the dangling bra, she slid lower and kept her eyes on the front of the bus, while removing the straps from her arms.

For the whole day, Shelly had been feeling insecure with that top and skirt, requested by her boyfriend to put it on for him. And now, on the bus, he went further to bare her body under and covered her breasts with his hand, rubbing his palm over her nipples and giving them a sloppy massage. Although she was getting turned on by his moves, fear was still ringing in her head and her eyes just could not break away from the front of the bus.

A short while later, his hand went down onto her lap and glided up her skirt, tugging the pair of thongs down and off her legs. He lifted one of her knees onto the window ledge, and slipped his fingers onto her clit, rubbing them in circles with his fingertips. Her face was getting flushed at the same time her eyes shut themselves to enjoy the sweet pleasure, coming from his skilful hand that kept going.

Slowly, the passengers on the upper deck left as the bus neared the end of the journey, leaving them in private to finish what they started.

Adrian: ‘Come, sit on my lap.’

He quickly unzipped his pants and pulled it low enough to let his dick bounce free in the cold air, pinkish from the arousal caused by her moans and twitching. She got up and sat over his legs, partly holding the handgrip of the seat in front, to let him rest his dick along her slit. For the period of time they were together, they never had sex, and was contented with just getting each other off. This time, it was nothing different, as she would sometimes let him use the exterior of her pussy to rub him off, but in a more convenient position.

Facing away from him, she was half squatting over his legs and was teased by his dick that was sliding up and down her slit, stimulating her clit while she used one of her hands to push his shaft closer between her legs. On her part, she made small bounces in compliment to his gentle hips thrusts, jerking his meat on the wet parting between her pussy.

They kept up with this foreplay until the bus was just one stop away from the interchange, forcing him to increase his speed and also making her change her palm shaped to a ring (formed with her index finger and thumb). She had placed it over his little head while he thrusted harder, until the grunting noises he made signalled her for what was about to come (or cum). He stopped moving and Shelly took over, quickly shifting her knees beside his thighs and rocking on his groin.

Shelly: ‘Baby, are you going to cum? I want you to shoot all out.’

Her pussy was getting sensitive and hornified from the strokes along her pussy, and the subtle orgasms were exhausting her to a contentment. In just ten seconds later, his cum shot through her two finger ring without warning and squirted onto the back of the seat in front of them. Keeping up with her grinding and special ‘fingerjob’, he gave all the shots he could get and let her get off her before pulling his pants back up. She picked up the thongs that had a bit of cum caught on it and put it on, before keeping her bra into her bag and using it to cover her bare chest.

Adrian: ‘Come come, let’s go. We’re here.’

Hands still damp and dirty, they left the bus with a smile to the driver, making their way to the nearest toilet to clean and dress up. The walk back home was a short one, so it was not much of a hurry nor trouble despite the late timing.

Although guys love looking at girls in skirt (or in fact, skimpy clothing), it is actually the imagination of the naked body that completed the mental picture in their minds. Still, it’s nothing to be disgusted at, or worth putting in effort to cover, I guess girls do like how they (themselves) look and the staring look is actually a compliment.

Discovering Secrets.

Ting Ting arrived at the cafe just as I finished my cup of mocha and we left for the fountain in the middle of the flat that we usually hang out at. We had planned to meet at 10pm as I thought it was more convenient for her, assuming that work ended at 6pm or so. She was wearing a short sleeved white blouse with a short grey plaid skirt, making her looked like a matured school girl. I did not complain much since it looked great on her, and we just sat there chatting about whatever happened since the last gathering we had in poly.

I had an agenda when I asked her out that night, and it had something to do with her work outside normal daily duties. The previous few days I was surfing the net, I stumbled upon her profile on an escort site, that was obviously hinting at the other services their girls provided. That sexy dragon tattoo on her back was one that no one could forget, but yet she was not aware of the discovery.

Me: ‘Ting, do you work outside your normal job?’

Ting: ‘No ah. I’m busy enough with that never ending workload. How would I have time to anything else?’

I casually went to the website on my phone and showed it to her, earning a stunned look without a word from her. That same skirt, with the tattoo on her bare back in the photo cannot be wrong. Even in the outfit she wore that night, I could make out the ink under that thin top. She calmly held my hand after clicking on the standby button on top of my iPhone and pushed it away.

Ting: ‘Yeah. That was what I did outside. Even just before I met you today.’

Me: ‘Why? Is it for money?’

Ting: ‘Partly of it. After I finished my poly, I went for a makeover that changed my habits, and breaking up with Tony was the best thing that happened. In case you don’t know, he was just a horny pervert, who took my virginity and cheated on me. Since then, I sort of felt a calling to satisfy my urges without emotions and that was how I ended up working there.’

Me: ‘But you can easily find a fling, or friends with benefits who are willing to pay right?’

Ting: ‘But they will slowly ask me to be their girlfriends. I hate that word.’

Me: ‘So are you going to carry on in that line?’

Ting: ‘Don’t know. I am getting tired of it. And now, even you have found out about it.’

Me: ‘I won’t tell anyone about it. As long as you know what you are doing.’

Her hand on me ran onto my thigh and slid up and down, which was actually useless since my mind was already drifting along her shapely body. I moved my hand on her lap and did the same to her, but went higher up her legs under her skirt, maintaining the depth since we were in public.

Ting: ‘You want to sit somewhere with less people? I feel like crying.’

I heaved a breath of relieve and brought her to one of the blocks in the distance, where executive units had unoccupied floors. We sat there quietly and her head laid on my shoulders. Her hand was digging into my shorts and going as far as my underwear. I knew we would go further than that, but the night was still young.

True enough, tears were flowing down her cheeks and I remained silent, leaving her to shed those painful memories. As a way to comfort her, my hand went up her skirt again, until I felt the thin piece of panties she wore. Ting leaned back on the stairs and I gently massaged her pussy, legs spreading as I picked up my speed. Soon, the wetness was soaked up and made her uncomfortable. She had to remove it before it got too wet and returned my fingers on her clit after it was taken off.

I could feel how nicely she was waxed, without any prickling feel. My fingers would not stop teasing her, but would not enter no matter how hard she was pressing on them.

Ting: ‘Why won’t you put it in?’

Me: ‘Wait. Slowly can?’

Ting: ‘Cannot.’

Although she said no, there was no actions to support it and I just took my time to get her hornier to a point she could no longer take it. Her hand in my pants left and ordered me to take it off, which I gladly followed. With my dick at risk of being seen, she almost got her mouth over it before I stopped her. It was part of the plan to take things slow, since both of us were in no rush. The confused expression on her face did get my attention and I had to ask her.

Me: ‘What do you look so lost?’

Ting: ‘Cause most men would be on my by this time, they won’t bother to wait or do anything more.’

I laughed and placed her head on my chest, while my fingers entered that moist hole, playing around the entrance before pushing my way in. I did not make any hard or deep thrusts, only dipping one third of my middle finger in and moved it. That gentle and non-invasive masturbation got her to give up wanting and let me did what I wanted.

Precum was already forming on my pee hole and her moans were getting quicker as well. Seeing that an hour had passed from our meeting time, it was more appropriate to go further. I took her hand on my lap and placed it over my shaft, which she held lightly onto it and used her thumb to spread the droplet of precum over the tip.

By then, I was moaning and feeling weak from her slow handjob, resting more of my weight on the wall beside me. Gradually, my fingers slowed down from tiredness and stopped. She gave that seductive look before opening her mouth, lowering her head over my dick. That warm environment brought my rod to the next level and all I could do was let my eyes close, to savour that glossy lips of her work.

Her blowjob was less of getting me to cum and more on preparing me for sex. Perhaps it was an occupational habit, but it worked well on me. My dick was harder and bigger than before ready for the sex I had no intention of getting. It didn’t felt right to me that she went any further without monetary compensation.

Somehow, she noticed my concerns and assured me that it was for fun, on the account of our friendship advancing. After some time, she got up leaving my saliva dripping dick and stood over the steps, with one feet on different level. She had stretched her arms out all the way, giving me only that bit of space to stand between the wall and her butt. I went into that allocated slot and stood on the higher steps, holding my dick downwards at her pussy.

The tip poked into her and the rest of the penetration was done by her. Her body shifted back and my dick sank all the way into her, before she made a few grinds on my hip. I rearranged my stand and held her waist firmly. Naturally, my dick started pumping into her in a deep yet relaxed manner, unhurried despite we were still at risk of being seen.

That session of gentle sex was so intriguing that my mind could not bear to let the urges take over. It was pure sex with my dick thrusting into her and splitting her vaginal walls open over and over again. Her pussy fluids were magically drying into a powder where our genitals did not touch, keeping out of the way.

Her orgasms were also one of the most beautiful ones I’ve ever came across. Whenever I felt her pussy tighten, she would push her body back on my dick and kept herself still, letting me feel that upward milking action from her contracting pussy. Her arms would lift her chest up into a perfect curve while her moans echoed softly like a cat’s purr. Once the waves died down, she would resume her position and the sexy pounding would continue.

Once her phone beeped the midnightly alert, her body went into another mode where she would maintain the orgasmic tightness and jerking her hips in the opposite direction to my thrusts. Knowing that we were reaching deeper, I grabbed her waist tighter and kept her as still as possible, increasing the strokes my hips were giving without moving too much of my body.

The escalation in pressure of my balls was like a super soaker getting pumped for action. We kept up with the outdoor romp until my dick could no longer hold the liquid in.

Me: ‘Ting.. Move forward. I’m going to cum.’

Suddenly, the fact that she could be infected came to me but was quickly negated (since it was too late). She shook her head, throwing her hair around to reject my disposal suggestion. Having no time to work with, I continued driving my dick at the same speed into her. Till the trigger was finally squeezed, I yanked her waist at my groin and forced myself deeper. The waves of cum squirted into her non-stop and her struggle to move made me delivered a few extra rounds.

Half a minute later, she retracted her arms and pulled away from me, dripping cum on the concrete floor a few inches of my feet. She sat me down and went a few steps forward, taking my dick in her mouth and sucking it clean. Before I could say a word, her body was in my arms and I hugged her with much console.

Ting (whispering): ‘Thank you. It had been a long time since anyone made love to me. I really missed that feeling.’

That sentence took me a few seconds to make any sense out of it, but her understanding of sex and love making did impressed me. It seemed that she truly knew what she was doing in that sideline. We cuddled for a quarter of an hour, giving pecks to each other and just enjoyed the company in the breeze night.

Me: ‘Shall we go?’

Ting: ‘Yupp. Umm.. are you working tomorrow?’

Me: ‘I’m actually looking for work now. Just quitted not long ago.’

Ting: ‘You want to come to my place? The earlier client actually booked an overnight room at MBS. I don’t want to sleep alone.’

The invitation could not be any better than it could get. After all, it was at MBS. I picked up my bag and followed her to the main road, where the taxi she paid for drove us all the way to the hotel where another night of sweaty love making took place.

Scissors.

This entry is written in the female’s point-of-view. Hope you will like it.

For the second time this year, I was asked to head to a club with a male friend, whose name I shall not disclose. I was quite sure he had other things in mind when he asked me out, but it was a free night for me, so I went along with him. That night, I was wearing a simple black tube dress with rhinestones lined in rows around the top, and my usual light make up completed my outfit for the day. His car had been waiting under my block for some time already, but I was in no hurry to look the way I wanted. After close to thirty minutes and countless unread messages from him, I made my way down and watched his jaw drop from that short hemline of my dress that was a just a few inches below my hips.

I hopped into his ride and he drove us to Butter Factory, where the music had started playing and guests grooving to the beat. He led me in with his hand on my waist and I was wary of where it went, sure of myself not to let him take advantage despite being in a place where girls were ‘eaten’ in the vicinity of the club. He walked away to get me a drink and I felt a little lost in that place, unsure of what to do as there were no seats available. After a few minutes, I looked around for him and found him talking to a group of people around a table, before he glanced in my direction and waved me over.

They managed to get us some space and he was immediately attended to by one of the girls, bringing the glasses of alcohol to each others’ mouth in an attempt to get each other drunk. By then, I was a little numb to guys shifting their attention so quickly and did not thought much, going back to drowning myself in the glasses of liquor. Throughout the next hour, a few guys did chatted me up but my heck-care expression turned them off, diverting their attention elsewhere worthy to getting them laid.

It did not take long for my body to feel a little high from the intake, and I found myself too high to do anything, in case some guy just pulled me out and start groping me. At the same time as I was staring blankly at the floor, a pair of 3 inches heels walked towards me and squatted by my seat, revealing the leopard panties in the flashing lights.

Lady: ‘Why do you look so listless?’

Me: ‘Just high from drinks.’

Lady: ‘I’m Zenki. Traveller from Europe. You?’

Me: ‘Etta, prisoner in Singapore.’

She gave a giggle and helped me up to the toilet where I rinsed my face. She was done before me and stood by the side, wiping her hands with a few pieces of paper towel. Once I was slightly more sobered, we walked out through the floor and halfway, she held me by my arm and turned me to her. Holding my waist with both her hands, she brought me into the tempo, swerving my body left and right in accordance to her and we got so close that our bellies were touching.

I bet it must be very hot to watch two girls dancing so calm and sexily on the floor as the surrounding people made space for us, and slowed their pace down as well. The DJ noticed the change in mood and switched the music to a slower one, but with strong bass that filled up any silence. Slowly, my head was in her shoulders and the sweet scent just overwhelmed my nose, enticing me to give in to her lead.

At that moment, I was no longer thinking about the friend that brought me here, for he was clearly more interested in ‘easier’ girls. My body was Zenki’s to control, and she took great care of me, until I was getting too wobbly to continue. Right then, she tilted my head up and planted a kiss on my lips. Being a very traditional girl, I never had a same gender kissed me and frankly speaking, her lips were so soft and puffed. Furthermore, her hand behind my head just pushed me firmly on the kiss and all I could do was nothing.

Our lips broke up after five seconds, and the world suddenly came back to me, with staring eyes of jealousy and admiration.

Kenzi: ‘Are your friends sending you home?’

Me: ‘I prefer to go home myself. They could be dangerous when I am this drunk.’

Kenzi: ‘How about I sending you home? Will it be as dangerous?’

Me: ‘I hope it will be more exciting than dangerous.’

She gave me a hug and walked me to the table to retrieve my purse, before leading me hand in hand out of the place and into her car. Unknowingly, I felt asleep and woke up only when the car stopped in the open space of her semi-D. She got out of the car first and went over to my side, giving me a long kiss while she reached to unclip the safety buckle.

Still unstable, I had to place my arms around her neck while she helped me into the house, going all the way to a bedroom and then free-falling on the softness of it. After my heels were gracefully removed by her, she climbed on top of me and continued frenching me, piercing her tongue into my mouth this time.

It had definitely felt better than the make out sessions with guys. As a woman, she portrayed a unhurried aura and delicate attention to my body. Her lips trailed from my lips, to my cheeks and ears, nibbling on my lobes. The shiver down my spine kick started my hormones and it was something so powerful I could not imagine otherwise. Following the nibbles, she moved down my neck and my tube dress just slipped down with a slight arc of my back. Something in me just wanted more of her, and it was so instinctive. After all, break ups exhausted my poor heart and she was someone who knew how to take care of me, or at least for the night.

Wearing that dress meant that I could skip my bra (cause it would deform the shape around the chest), and Zenki just went for my nipples, sucking them lightly in her mouth. She would use the tip of her tongue to go in circles around them, gathering my horniness at the peaks before giving them a nibble, driving me moaning uncontrollably. It was the only time I allowed anyone to turn me on that much. You can call it destiny or fate, but it was truly a night that I will never forget.

After toying with my boobs, she pulled the dress off and went all the way down to my panties. Biting on the centre area, she tugged it down and began working on my clit, pushing her tongue hard on it before flicking that forbidden fruit up and down. In no time, the first orgasm hit me hard and the subtle tremble sent her going for more, making her movements faster so I could keep cumming.

I wasn’t skilled in pleasing a woman, and it would soon be my turn to satisfy her. Right there, her head pulled away from me and I held back from pushing her back down, finishing the orgasm that was about to come.

Me: ‘I am not sure if I can do the same for you. I don’t know how to.. ‘

Kenzi: ‘Shhh.. I’ve never asked for that.’

She sat opposite me with her legs opened, angling into a scissors formation. Her pussy then slid between my legs until our privates touched. In that position, I had no idea how to move or what to expect. She knew exactly what to do and began grinding her pussy against mine, squishing our wet parts together in a manner that felt so slippery and comforting, without any pain or extreme pleasure pounding in my head.

Our sweating bodies just continued with that only move and the unique sensation came when our bodies lost synchronisation, going in random directions. She was right there, opposite me and moaning with her head flipped backwards, so was mine. I could not believe myself when a climax was felt building up in me, through the simple acts of grinding and rubbing.

Suddenly, just as I was moving at my fastest, a stream of juices leaked from her and coated onto me, causing me to slip and trigger the single event that knocked the breath out of me. The built up started from my pussy, going up my hips and waist, finally reaching my chest and neck, almost throwing me into cramps. Zenki was lying on the bed by then, shivering in her own world while my energy was getting drained from me.

My breathing went deep and heavy on her bed, unable to move into a more comfortable position. After some time, my vision blacked out and the rest of the night was spent snoozing until we got up next morning in a frenzy to get dressed before her parents returned.

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For the first time in history, sex is more dangerous than the cigarette afterward.

- Jay Leno

Cooking Up.

Coming from wealthy families, Philip and Elizabeth was happily married and were still in their first few months of honeymoon. Although she was a breadwinner too, she was the more obedient and submissive partner in the household, listening to the man of the house for basically everything. On nights she ended work early, she would go home and try to cook new dishes, for her husband to enjoy. But that was something that Thomas did not really liked, for her sense of taste was a little distorted. Nonetheless, he always complimented her for the attempt and did not break her heart.

One night, he was home late, but there she was, lying on the dining table, asleep waiting for him to return. He dropped his bag on the couch and went over to her, eating on the cold rice and plates of eggs and vegetables. Just a few mouths later, he placed his utensils down and looked at her with a tired expression.

Philip: ‘Eliz, I can’t eat this. I know you tried very hard, but frankly, I’ve never liked the food you cooked. Sorry. I guess I’m a bit tired today.’

He left the table and took his bag into their room, shutting the door lightly and running the taps in the bathroom. Elizabeth was at a loss for words, unable to understand why he did not tell this to her since the beginning. She packed the table, and washed the plates, heading into bed directly before he was done bathing. That night, she did not catch much sleep, but waited for him to head to work early in the morning.

For a few weeks, their sex life was still thriving, but it was more of a tease to her, as he had always turned her on so much, only to leave her deprived when she wanted more from him. His mission seemed to be just to get her horny and desperate, so whenever he felt like it, he would go into the ‘beast’ mode to claim her. Anyway, sex was the last thing on her mind after he left for work.

Turning on her phone, she scrolled along the names to find a colleague-turned-chef from her previous employment, and immediately gave him a call.

Elizabeth: ‘Hello? Is this Thomas?’

Thomas: ‘Yeah yeah! Elizabeth? Have been so long since I heard from you! What can I do for you?’

Elizabeth: ‘I want to know if you do one-to-one cooking lessons. I am going to take it up for my husband.’

Thomas: ‘For you? Sure! When do you want to start?’

Elizabeth: ‘Available today?’

Thomas: ‘Yupp. Let’s make it 1pm. So you can whip up a dinner for your husband.’

Before she was married, all the guys in the department were eyeing on her petite figure with those long slender fair legs. Many times, she would expose herself under those short fitting dresses, and the continuous attention from the guys didn’t seemed to mind her at all. As a courteous girl, she would help them pick up stuff and run errands without suspicion, giving them more ‘limelight’ moments when she bent over.

Elizabeth went back to sleep until the doorbell rang, jolting her up in a frenzy to receive him. Dressed in a pearl white slip dress made of satin, her braless state did not bother her one bit when she opened the door for Thomas. Without me saying, his eyes went to where they wanted to go and she just invited him in and brought him to the kitchen.

Elizabeth: ‘I don’t have much cookwares. Will it be enough?’

Thomas: ‘Yeah yeah. I can do wonders with just my hands.’

The innocent girl had no idea what he meant, but disappeared for a moment to tie her hair up. Going back to the kitchen, she saw him searching the cupboards for something, and offered to help him get what he needed.

Thomas: ‘I’ll need a pan, some bowls and plates. We’ll be cooking chicken chop today. It will be something easy for you to cook.’

Elizabeth: ‘Oh. I’ll get it for you. And, my husband says my taste buds weren’t accurate, so maybe you’ll have to show me how much spices to put in.’

She squatted down next to him and pulled the built-in dishwasher open, picking out the pot she used last night. From his height, her pinkish nipples were in full view and her breasts were obvious in the loose neckline. His hard on was right beside her, and she did not even noticed what was happening. While she arranged the counter top of cups and plates, he took out two pieces of chicken and laid it to cool.

He started up the contact stove and stood behind her, instructing her on what to do. Following his instructions closely, she managed to season the chops and placed it skin down on the pan, sizzling in the hot oil that was on it.

Thomas: ‘We’ll have to wait for a while for the skin to turn a little crispy, then flip it over. How are things with your husband?’

Elizabeth: ‘He’s nice. Just that sometimes work tire him out. I want to make his day better with nicer food too. How about you?’

Thomas: ‘Haha. That’s nice of you. Me? I’m still single and looking. My skills in the kitchen are never seen by anyone else except you.’

He placed his head beside hers and looked at the pan, sniffing a breath of her morning scent as she waited. Slowly, his hands went to her waist, and held her lightly.

Thomas: ‘What about sex with your man? Is it good?’

Elizabeth: ‘Why did you ask this for?’

He pushed his arms through her waist and cupped his hands over her braless breasts, kneading them like soft dough. She had tried to pry them away but he was much stronger, and the unwanted pleasure was weakening her resistance as well. Gradually, he kept up with his movements and started licking her neck, where heavy breathing from her came and her butt just arched back onto his groin.

Feeling his hard on through his bermudas, she grind up and down along it, in an instinctive manner conditioned by her husband for such scenarios. Sliding the shoulder straps off, her dress fell in a single wave down her body, and onto the floor. And there she was, nude in front of a good looking chef with intentions she had never suspected.

Thomas: ‘Come, hold the handle, I’ll teach you how to flip.’

He held her hand and gave the pan a push, turning the chicken onto the meaty side and sizzling again on the pan. He moved his arms to her waist and carried her up, bringing her to the custom made dining table and letting her down on her knees.

Once she was half doggie on the table, he sat on the chair in front of it and planted his face at her pussy, sucking at her slit while she just stopped moving, letting him feast on her pussy. Somehow, that was how submissive she was, never going against anyone that she knew. Thomas just ran his tongue along her slit and nudged her back parallel to the table, so he could fondle her clit that was covered in juices.

After he was done making her wet and moaning, the chicken was cooked too and he made a dash to turn the heat off, going back to her in less than three seconds. He turned her body around and made her sit facing him, legs still apart and eyes looking everywhere. His mouth went back to work while his hands removed his pants, officially freeing his dick from the confinement. He got up on his feet and hastily aimed his dick at her pussy.

Elizabeth: Wait wait.. can I turn away?’

Damn, did she see through his plan? He stopped in his track and had to ask her what she meant. Not only she did not reply him, but she just got off the table and went into the living room. Disappointed at himself, he walked out behind her and saw her sitting on the sofa.

Elizabeth: ‘I think the couch is more comfortable.’

Like a little boy finding his long lost toy, he hurried to her and placed her lying down on the length, before she stopped him a second time.

Elizabeth: ‘Can I turn around? I feel guilty doing this when I’m married.’

Thomas: ‘As you wish.’

She flipped herself around and kept her legs together, waiting patiently for him to finish his job. With that small leg space, he kept one feet on the ground and the other knee beside her calf. Sliding his little head along her slit, she was wet enough for him and before he could warn her, his dick plunged right into her and sent her gasping in surprise.

Elizabeth: ‘Why are you so big?’

Thomas: ‘It’s because of you.’

Without saying more, he grabbed her shoulders and pounded at her body, sinking his meat forcefully deep into that sloppy wet hole. She could only manage about three of his strokes before her face dug into the cushions, muffling her moans and groans from his powerful thrusts. In and out his dick went, desperately trying to cope with that tight cunt that was closed for close to two weeks.

In his mind, it was all bliss fucking the woman of his dreams, and better still, owned by another man. For Elizabeth, it was time to get some attention to her primitive needs, and there was no better person who knew how to control her. On and off, she would pleasure that piece of meat inside her by squeezing tight, and making him slow down so he would not shoot. Going all the way out, she was overwhelmed by his vigour and was pleased beyond satisfaction.

On Thomas’ part, the speed he went at was at his top and his dick was screaming silently for the go-no-go to cum. That tightness, wetness, warmth, accompanying slim waist, sexy back, silky long hair, sensual pleading moans, it was about all he could handle.

Thomas: ‘I am about to cum!’

Elizabeth: ‘Oh yes baby! Pump it all into me! Don’t stop now!’

Her pussy contracted involuntarily this time and squeezed the trigger of his balls. Still ramming at her, the hot load of cum just kept pumping into her needy hole, and he had to force himself to continue moving despite the hyper-sensitiveness. Finally, her hole was leaking his cum and she had to stop him, for she was getting too sensitive as well.

Thomas pulled out of her and watched her cup her hands under her pussy, closing her legs to prevent dirtying the cushion. Heaving and panting, there was no questions to what the indecent couple just did, covered in perspiration from their exercise. In an awkward scene of her waddling to get tissue, he went to the kitchen to plate the food and just as he walked in on her, she was wiping herself with her legs spread opened, sort of a welcoming sight to behold.

He fed her the completed dish and helped her wear that sexy nightie on, before packing up and preparing to leave.

Elizabeth: ‘Oh wait. Umm.. I can still ask you for help when I want to learn new dishes right?’

Thomas: ‘Of course! I’ll make sure to bring more tools the next time.’

Elizabeth: ‘Do I need to pay you?’

Thomas: ‘You’ve already made payment.’

He left her house and she sat back on the couch, rubbing her sore clit that was just slapped countless times by his balls. Naturally, the urge to get herself off came with cleaning up and massaging her privates, all the way until her husband came home, greeted by a sight of ‘better tasting’ food and his horny wife who deserved a goodnight of love making.

Visual Discomfort.

Tied to the bed, there was nothing I could move except my dick, which was standing upright. Baby had left the bedroom to use the toilet and I was blindfolded with the red scarf I initially intended to cover her eyes with. Waiting patiently, the door clicked and I felt her presence back in the room. A short gasp was heard but I did not think much of it, probably caused by my red, swollen rod that had a cock ring at the base of the shaft.

She climbed over my body and gave me a kiss, before taking a moment to pull the scarf away. In front of me, her nipples were showing under the translucent pink nightie I bought for her. Her face closed in on mine and kissed passionately, which I quickly pushed my tongue and began the slurpy exchange of saliva. My eyes was in her face and she just rubbed her groin on my stomach, protected by the matching pink strings under it.

My dick was dying for attention, but it was only a matter of time she had to give in. As we made out, my mind was slowly getting more desperate, until a warming mouth went over my dick and started sucking on my rod.

Me: ‘Baby, who’s that?’

Baby: ‘Hehe. It’s a surprise.’

Knowing it could not have been a guy, my lips went back to baby while the other mouth licked hungrily on my dick. The blowjob was alternating between a mouth and hand, jerking behind baby’s body. From the corner of my eyes, I could only see the legs of the girl, and a part of the dress that reached her thighs.

Was it one of her two good friends? But why did she allow this to take place? There was just so many questions I had. And the fact that she was right in front of me made me more confused. After a few minutes of tongue fight, she sat towards my chest and the girl behind her boarded the raft. The tanned pair of arms came around baby’s body and cupped over her boobs, squeezing and rolling her nipples until baby was moaning.

In just a few minutes, the girl stopped and raised her hips, only to lower it slowly down my raw dick. Since no girlfriends would put their boyfriends at risk, I could only think of her best friend who fitted the figure that I saw. Her body descended with small bounces that slowly engulfed my dick bit by bit, until she was fully seated over it.

Seeing my dumbfounded look, baby took the blindfold and pressed it over my eyes. She got off me and turned herself around, carefully placing her pussy over my mouth and ankles holding onto the excess length of the scarf. Gently, the girl at my hips began to grind back and forth, using my dick to stroke along her pussy, making her moan in the familiar, unmistakable voice. I had no idea why did she want to do this, when she had a boyfriend, although overseas at that time.

I stuck my tongue out and let baby move her pussy over my mouth, using my tongue to swipe along her slit while my dick was pleasured by her friend. As she rode me quicker, I flicked my tongue at a proportionate speed, sending baby into a slight shiver. Just three seconds later, the pussy contracted until I felt the tightest squeeze, and she had stopped moving to let the orgasm pass. I was literally a sex toy for the both of them, but who was I to complain?

After some time, baby got off my face and let the girl continue dominating me, bouncing herself up and down, dumping her body hard over my enlarged rod. Somehow, I could tell that she was willing and was even enjoying how great it felt. I was just wondering how long they would need to find out that I wasn’t going to cum in this position.

Before I could ask for a change in arrangements to cum, the blindfold was suddenly pulled away, and before my eyes, was the decent looking Jess. Having her eyes closed, she was not aware that I could see her, and baby only gave me a smile while she continued riding me.

Baby: ‘Sweetheart, just help her with this favour k?’

Who would say no when your girlfriend was the one who agreed on your behalf? My limbs were silently freed while Jess did what she wanted, making loud slapping sounds as she bounced non-stop. As I placed my hands on her waist, she finally opened her eyes and almost screamed at my stare. I quickly lifted her up and broke free from under, keeping her seated while I went behind her.

Me: ‘Baby, lie on the pillow.’

Baby did not waste a second thinking and laid on the bed, with her legs spread beside Jess’ knees. I then pushed her back down into doggie, arms perched beside baby’s head. I grabbed my dick and angled it at her pussy, before sending the overpowered meat into her. The long moan hardly relieved any of the surprise element, and the girls were looking into each others’ eyes as I began banging Jess from behind, jerking her body forward with force.

I was watching her head closely, and she did as expected, lowering her mouth to baby’s and kissing her while I pounded deep and hard. Baby had been playing with her exposed boobs and she was the guest-of-honour for that afternoon. The pleasure from my dick was too much for her, as her pussy tightened from time to time. At times when she trembled from the orgasm, I would pull myself out and sink my rod into baby, shocking her without a condom. But there was no denying that she loved how my raw meat felt inside of her, scraping against the sensitive areas that was lubricated and yearning.

And when baby was climaxing from my thrusts, I would return to Jess, and give her all the attention we wanted her to have. The clock was ticking as the two of them took turns, receiving my rod eagerly.

Me: ‘Jess, where do I cum?’

Jess: ‘You can release inside. I am on the pill.’

A raise of my brows did not believe how lucky I was, to be fucking her petite sized girlfriend, and even getting to cum inside. I increased my speed and baby stretched one of her arms between her slightly parted legs, rubbing on her clit while I did my work. Ramming and thrusting, I did not take any breaks and just gave Jess my best, sinking my meat so deep her pussy would contract a little whenever my hips touched her bum.

Less than five minutes later, I was about to cum and I picked up my pace, driving my tool faster until she was grunting in ecstasy.

Me: ‘I’m cumming!’

I pulled her waist backwards to my hips and let the fully penetrated dick shoot the warm load of gooey starch, right into her womb. Halfway through, she pushed me off and my dick almost stopped spraying that instant, a little taken aback by her move. She then got off baby and went behind me, wrapping her arms around my hips and jerking my dick to shoot the leftover on baby, getting my cum all over her tummy, nightie having pulled up to her neck.

Once the last bit of cum was launched, the droplets trickled down my shaft and baby helped herself up, sitting in front of the pillow and taking my cum-covered dick into her mouth for the first time. Baby really took her time and worked on my rod until it was all hard again.

Baby: ‘Sweetheart, love it?’

Me: ‘Yeah. Jess? Like it?’

She sat behind me without saying a word, just her hand between her legs, smearing her juices and feeling the load of cum swimming in her belly.

Jess: ‘I like it. Thanks baby and J.’

Baby helped Jess to dress up and put on her purple jacket before sending her to the void deck where there were direct buses to get her back home. All alone in the room, I rested for some time, before a mouth went over my dick again, and I knew it was baby from her sweet smelling scent. Needless to say, our alone time was spent on another round of intense sex, this time, with all my energy and attention on her, shooting a huge load into the rubber as I finished the second round in missionary, hugging and kissing her for most of the action.

Playful Youngster.

Denise held her boyfriend’s arm as she saw him waiting outside the school gate, ignoring the staring eyes of her friends and the security guards who was zoning out in the hot afternoon sun. The guy whom she was holding looked at least 10 years her senior, and it was actually not that far off, with a difference of eight years in age. Addy let her arms tucked under his and made their way to his car, parked illegally before the traffic lights in front of the school.

She hopped into the front passenger seat and threw her bag into the back seats, pulling off her hairband while he climbed into the driver’s seat, starting the engine to head to their usual hideout. Since Denise parents separated, her mum no longer cared that much about her and only gave her a generous amount of pocket money each week. So, with so much freedom, her habits were mostly revolving around her boyfriend, who had been paying attention to her all these while.

Along the smaller streets, she reached back to her bag and pulled out a singlet. Unbuttoning her school blouse, she changed into the top and removed her skirt, leaving only her FBT shorts to cover her bottom. The car turned into the main roads and he cruised smoothly towards their destination, making small talks about her school and his work. On the outside, no one could tell that they had a much more exciting lifestyle together, but it was all for the better that no one knew.

Denise reached for his hand on the lap and brought it to her legs, placing it into her shorts where she had held the waistband open. His hand could not feel any signs of panties and naturally, he questioned about the occasion.

Denise: ‘I just decided that this will be more comfortable. It’s so dark after all, no one could look under.’

His fingers wriggled between her slit and touched her clit, where she took a deep breath, waiting for him to start massaging the swollen spot. A smile broke across his face and he started what he was supposed to do, sliding up and down, stroking along her clit until juices were leaking all over. The car was handled nicely up till the carpark of the condominium. A nod of his head raised the barrier and he drove into the basement, locking the car into position in one of the lots.

About two weeks ago, he had found a stranded access card leading to the condo, and the attempt to unlock the magnetic gates worked, giving him unlimited entries. Well, what could be more lucky than that? They alighted the car and walked towards the lift and headed for the top floor, where the stairs are fully concealed.

Upon reaching that isolated area, Denise just pulled her shorts down and sat on it, placed over the highest flight of steps. Addy took his position in front of her, and tugged his pants low, until his dick bounced in the air.

Addy: ‘Come? Let’s not waste time.’

Her hand wrapped around the base of his dick and her head shifted forward, sinking his dick into her mouth in one move. Accustomed to this routine, her body had adapted to the scent of his rod, making her wet the instant the slurping sounds started. Throughout the few months they were together, he had taught her how to deep throat, and she had no qualms about giving it to him whenever he asked. Pushing her head deeper, his dick went into her throat and she just let him take over her body, gagging from the thickness.

Grunts were coming out of him, but she was getting hornier every minute, having no one to touch her. Without permission, she was not allowed to masturbate, and every time she broke the rules, there would be no orgasms from him. That alone had pushed her to control herself, and learnt to satisfy before getting satisfied.

After five minutes, he had enough of her and sat a few steps below her, spreading her legs open so he could quench his thirst.

Addy: ‘Someone has prepared my drink huh?’

She watched him closely as his mouth neared her pussy, tongue touching her clit first and the quick flicking of her sensitive spot followed. Pressing his head onto her groin, he ran up and down the whole pussy, scooping up the milky white liquid her body was leaking. Drinking and sucking, her clit was getting swollen to a point it was protruding out from under the hood, dying for some attention inside of her.

Denise: ‘Boyfie, can you fuck me now?’

Addy: ‘Now? Yeah. What position you want?’

Denise: ‘Standing.’

Addy: ‘Okay. Let’s make this a quickie. I still have some work to finish at home.’

She got up and went to the horizontal railing to hold onto, sticking her body backwards for him. Without hesitation, he got up as well and went behind her, guiding his dick to the entrance. After the tip was poked slightly inside, he held her waist and gave her a pull, plunging his rod into the unprepared hole. Denise gasped at the size of him and clenched her hands tighter.

Seeing that her pussy had more than enough lubrication, he proceeded to pound her cute little butt and fucked her brains out. From the moment of entry, he was someone who could go full speed at a pussy, reaching into the deepest, darkest corners of a vagina. All she could do was to hang on for her life as he held her waist tighter and tighter, filling her pussy up with his hot meat over and over again.

The varying angles of attack had been doing good to the G-spot in her, and it did not take more than a few minutes for her to climax, sending a squeeze down his shaft. Expecting that pressure for some time now, he was glad she came and used the recovery time to ram her harder. Her body simply kept shaking and her legs were wobbling, overwhelmed by the speed he was going at.

They did not change their positions as the floor was not as clean a place to sit on, let alone lying on it. She finally got some of her senses back and held the railing firmly while giving him the squeeze, pushing her vaginal walls closer together.

Addy felt the change in suction immediately and went even faster, echoing the slapping sounds of their bodies along the stairwell. At last, with the last few powerful strokes, he thrashed her pussy all the way in and the warm milk poured into her womb, filling her to the brim and making sure it overflowed out of her cunt. He could not handle the process and so wrapped his arms around her, playing with her boobs while his dick continued refuelling her.

After close to twenty seconds, he was done and gently pulled himself away, letting the cum splash onto the floor where her pussy was.

This time, she helped him to sit down and went a few steps below him. Taking his rod back into her mouth, the clean up was done without awakening round two, for the first session was too intense.

Denise: ‘Boyfie, like it?’

Addy: ‘Yeah. It was the best I think.’

A hehe came from her and she wore her shorts back, before assisting her boyfriend with his pants. The journey back to the car was less of touching, but the cum trail down her legs was flowing non-stop. There was just so much that she could not keep it inside of her.

He sent her to her void deck before giving her a kiss, zooming away without waiting for her to disappear from his sight. After all, his wife was waiting for him at home, dinner cooked and nicely showered, donned in one of the sexy lingerie she owned. It was time for round two with his beloved wife.

Not Yet.

Hopping into the bed excited, Gerald knew he would be having a great time with his girlfriend, Rebecca, 16, who had dropped out of school since secondary three while he moved on to the final year of his poly education. She had lots of freedom since then and had been spending nights at his place. For a start, she was a virgin, and they had decided to leave sex until the time was right. Among the DVDs he brought into his room from his dad’s collection, they bought enough booze for to get themselves dead drunk for the first time in their lives.

As the room was darkened, cans were popped open with movies being played. Gerald’s mind was not in the movies, but on his girl, who had worn a simple tank top dress, with bra removed for comfort. With her attention on the TV, his hands had been running all over her body, squeezing her breasts and teasing her nipples, while she moaned without intention of breaking away from the movie.

Gerald: ‘Dear, you want to pause the movie?’

Rebecca: ‘Huh? Don’t want. Keep the TV on.’

His impatient fingers ran under her dress and reached for her panties, wet from the foreplay he had started. Pushing her panties to the side, he let her juices lubricate his fingers before he played with her clit, rubbing it till she finally gave in to him, spreading her legs wider leaning against his pillow. Slowly, her head fell backwards on the wall as he thrusted faster into her, making a sensual squishing sound at the same time.

Rebecca: ‘Lick me?’

Gerald: ‘Lie down first.’

They adjusted their bodies for her to lie on the bed, while he moved between her legs and pulled her black thongs away. The freshly shaved pussy had never looked so yummy before, partly due to the fact she had been applying whitening lotion to bring the complexion around that area to match her inner thighs.

His head centred on her pussy and got his tongue working, sliding along the slit that was leaking with her sweetness. Sucking on her clit occasionally, her pussy was getting all sensitive with his slimy tongue, running in circles on her clit. Rebecca was not someone who would hold back if she had to moan, and to make things more exciting, Gerald had left the window facing the corridor of the house opened.

Soon, he got tired and stopped his headwork, lying beside her while she recovered from the gentle orgasm he just gave her. She took a minute to calm herself down, and brought her head to his stomach, lying on it while he wriggled his pants down. It was more of a routine that they had, with him fingering her before she does a blowjob for him.

Once his reddened dick appeared, she did a short lick around the little head and along the shaft, before sucking down onto it and pushing it deeper into her mouth. A groan came out of Gerald’s mouth and she immediately knew she did a good job. It wasn’t much of oral sex but just a part of foreplay, swirling her tongue around the meat stick while her lips pressed hard together, making strokes up and down to pleasure the ring under the hood.

She went on going deep and shallow, disturbing him with painfully strong sucks while trying to poke into his pee hole with the tip of her tongue. It was an enjoyable service to him as he laid relaxed on the bed, while his hardworking innocent girl worked on his rod. Once in a while, she would toy with his balls, pressing the testicles in the sack for fun. It would drive him crazy whenever she did that, along with the faster bouncing of her head.

Gerald: ‘Dear, enough le. I’m so horny now.’

Her reddened face looked at him with droopy eyes, alcohol in effect of blurring her actions. Throughout his cunnilingus and her oral, they had been taking sips from the cans. On top of that, she had emptied two cans just after her two orgasms earlier, allowing the beers to amplify the pleasure.

Rebecca: ‘How I wish you can fuck me now.’

Gerald: ‘Why not?’

Rebecca: ‘Cannot luh. Must control. Sorry baby.’

Gerald: ‘We try something new today?’

Rebecca: ‘Huh? Safe?’

Gerald: ‘I promise won’t break your virginity. Just use your outside only.’

He did not wait for her to give any reply, and asked her to get into doggie on the bed. She was wary about that specific position and blocked her pussy with her hand reached between her legs. He angled his dick lower under her hand and let her legs close to hold it in place.

Gerald: ‘Dear dear, trust me can? It will just be outside.’

Rebecca hesitantly took her hand away and his dick slapped on her shaved groin, further adjusting her legs to clamp tighter on it. Slowly, Gerald began to thrust his dick between her legs, rubbing against her clit with that width dick of his. Being a girl who had never fingered herself, the stimulation on her pussy was enough to get her off and was never tempted to explore anywhere deeper.

As time passed, her body was getting wobbly but she wanted more. The orgasms from this position was irresistibly good and it was more intuitive on Gerald’s part, making strong moves on her butt, dick well coated with her juices. Between pauses, they would drink a huge mouth of beer before resuming, giving him extra delay and heightening the sensitivity for her.

A while later, Gerald stopped his pounding and let her butt rest on her ankles, while running to his drawer to take a bottle of solution.

Gerald: ‘Dear.. can I try putting it in your butt?’

Rebecca: ‘Huh? It will be painful.’

Gerald: ‘Won’t. I will use more lubricant.’

Rebecca: ‘If pain then stop k?’

He popped the lid open on the squeeze tube in his hand and pushed out a blob. He gave a few strokes along his dick and applied the rest around her rim, where she squirmed in a ticklish manner. Once he placed the amount more than needed, he moved in on her butthole and pushed his tip downwards between her crack. The unexpected relaxed tightness made it easier for him to enter, although slowly.

Rebecca had been clenching her head between her arms, pressing her face into the pillow as the piece of hot flesh pierced into her virgin ass, sinking in a way that seemed to last a lifetime. There was not much pain, but it was the feeling of a foreign object making its way into a place that wasn’t designed for entry. After an agonising two minutes, he was finally in and was balls deep into her.

Overwhelmed by the tightness around her rim and insides, he did not wait any longer before starting to pump his dick into her. The pause inside her had made her felt weird and lost, but as soon as he started moving, her pussy was dripping non-stop, as though it was begging to be relieved. Without guidance, her free hand reached for her clit and began rubbing on it, moving as fast and furious as her boyfriend ramming her hole.

The orgasms were getting more frequent with the aid of alcohol, and the newfound sensitive spot in her butt. No matter how wide she spread her legs, it did not help in relieving that ‘filled’ sensation, she was feeling just as full. Gerald had started groaning in a manner she had never heard of, but he was clearly enjoying himself, giving naughty pinches and squeezes on her boobs whenever he leaned on her back.

Rebecca’s eyes were rolling white from the pleasure, while Gerald was trying not to cum so soon. After all, it wasn’t everyday that he could do something new for the first time. All that was left of his girlfriend was probably the rightful virgin pussy. Giving her no time for breaks, he raised on of his knees to stablise himself, ramming deeper into her and delivering another powerful orgasms she could hardly handle.

With that unspeakable heat and contraction of her anus, he knew he could not last much longer. His pace slowed down and Rebecca immediately felt the difference.

Rebecca: ‘Why are you slowing down?’

Gerald: ‘I am going to cum.’

Rebecca: ‘You can shoot inside there right? I won’t get pregnant.’

Hearing that, the excitement returned and he used his last burst of energy, penetrating as far as his dick could reach, sending her into a series of screams that no one was around to hear. In seconds, her body shook uncontrollably and it was as good as going into a fit. But there was no more time to waste, Gerald was nearing his climax too and the sudden clench on his dick made things even better.

Loud slapping sounds of their bodies were heard, and continued for a good ten seconds before he gave her the long strokes, while his rifle clocked and fired the first round. It went right into her at the deepest end and he kept himself motionless, while the waves of cum used the milking motion of her innards to empty the rest of the rounds.

The feeling of shooting raw into her was indescribable, and Rebecca felt the same way. The warming hot liquid was a sign of his love, and she was receiving all of it. He could not move from the increased sensitivity on his dick, and Rebecca loved how he was still inside, rod still hotter compared to the temperature of her body.

Finally, he pulled his softened meat out of her and fell back onto the bed, panting heavily from the awesome anal sex they did. Immediately after, she took the roll of Johnsons & Johnsons baby wipes to clean his dick, wiping it as best as she could before sending him to wash it clean. He did took some time in the toilet, but was more energetic when he returned in her arms.

Rebecca: ‘I can tell you had a lot of fun.’

Gerald: ‘I did! Did my dear like it?’

Rebecca: ‘Yupp. A lot. And you can shoot inside me without worry. Let me see if you washed it clean.’

She slithered her body down to his shrunken dick and took a whiff, before wrapping her lips over it, sucking it till it was big again. This time, she did not just tease him, but forced her own head down over it, reaching as far as her throat. She kept moving her head up and down, surprising Gerald with her dare and he was trying to find a way to stop her. Despite that, the willingness of her to do this for him touched his heart and he chose to let her finish it, knowing it would take more time.

Gagging and choking, she did not lift her mouth away for even once, and let the huge dick slip into her throat. It was a sudden experience to him that his body was already going into the cumming stage, as her throat was contracting on his dick head whilst inside her mouth. Bringing her speed faster, she literally went balls deep on him and just as she felt the veins on his rod thicken, his hands went behind her head and raised his hips higher, forcing it deeper, and also squirting the shockingly huge load of cum.

Fighting back for air, she managed to pushed him away and only let the tip stay in her mouth. The amount of cum gathering over her tongue was gooey and thick, but she was more than happy to do that for him. After the pulses of warm yogurt stopped, she went down on him for a few times to suck the tube clean, before lifting her head up to him with a smile.

The open mouth showed him how much he came, and the following gulp made him pull her for a kiss, done in his arms and tears rolling down his face. It was something they had never felt in a long time, and it was more than just physical satisfaction, but also love strengthening.

Gerald: ‘I love you dear.’

Rebecca: ‘I love you too boy boy.’

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