Too Much Education.

Rachelle: ‘Okay class. That’s all for today.’

She let the students leave the classroom before walking out, heading back to the staff room to drop her folders. As she tided her desk, Ron stood up among the cubicles and took a quick glance at her, smiling nonchalantly, and went for the door.

Upon seeing his departure, Rachelle took her box of mint sweets and followed suit, till he disappeared into the science block where he was nowhere to be found.

There, one of her student, Max, was on his phone but stopped to see who had walked in on him.

Rachelle: ‘Max, did you see Mr. Tay?’

Max: ‘Yeah. He went into the staff toilet. I was about to text you.’

Right then, a door slammed from behind the ladies, where they both heard it out and clear. Just before curiosity got the better of her, she ushered for Max to go over. They listened on the door of the staff toilet but heard nothing, only more noises coming from the female toilet.

Rachelle (whispering): ‘Who else was here?’

Max: ‘Cynthia. But she went into the toilet. Maybe it’s her making the noise?’

Rachelle then grabbed her student’s hand and made their way into the ladies, paying close attention to the only cubicle with shadows shuffling from underneath.

Ron (whispering): ‘Take it off.. ‘

Cynthia (whispering): ‘Wait la. It’s not that easy.’

The freshly graduated NIE math teacher did not wait for anymore signs and pushed their way into the empty cubicle next to the busy one. The finger on her lips summarised how quiet they should be. After all, no one should know what they and the couple next to them, were up to. Two students with their teachers, side by side, getting steamy and hot in cubicles next to each other.

Rachelle took her sweater off and pulled her spags over her head, while her student, Max unbuttoned and stripped his uniform off. In less than a minute, they were fully naked, save for the bra his Math teacher was still wearing. The stall next to them began generating slurping sounds, with loud gasps of a manly tone.

Max let Rachelle sit on the toilet and placed her feet over his shoulders, quickly diving head-first into her pussy. As his licking grew wilder, she failed to keep quiet and went on to moan sensually. With her eyes closed, and Max occupied, they never noticed the head that peeped over the dividers.

Cynthia (whispering): ‘Max and Ms. Lim.. ‘

Ron (whispering): ‘Shit.. they are.. ‘

Max got up from his knees and swapped places with Rachelle, beginning his share of blowjob from the short, brown-haired lady. Her round face only made her seemed cuter when she took his rod in and messed up the curves of her beautiful cheeks.

*Ahhh..*

Cynthia’s voice broke the silence as her pussy was fingered, going as deep as her body would accommodate. Ron’s hand had been squeezing her breasts so hard that red marks were showing around her nipples. Right, both her nipples got so sore beyond description but it felt good, hard, hard kind of good.

Suddenly, the two couple changed their positions simultaneously. Rachelle bent over the toilet cover in doggie as Cynthia laid back on the flush tank, awaiting the dicks that they were paired with.

Ron (whispering loudly): ‘Does it feel good?’

Rachelle (whispering): ‘Oh yes.. it feels fucking good.. ‘

The two students were dumbfounded by the coincidental response, yet did not hold back when the onslaught began. Moans filled up the toilet, groans rang like monsters in the attic, teachers were talking dirty to each other, and students showed more concern for their invisible partners.

To the four of them, it felt more like a swing that occurred in two separate rooms.

After the longest ten minutes in their lives, Ron was heard slowing down, issuing a warning to Cynthia who was overdosed with pleasure. Her limbs hung lifeless to the sides, and legs were held up by his strong grip. Max in the other cubicle, had stopped moving a minute ago, but Rachelle kept thrusting herself backwards, fucking his dick to a dangerous edge.

Ron (whispering): ‘I’m gonna cum.. ‘

Max (whispering): ‘Me too Ms. Lim.’

A loud bang woke Cynthia and silenced Ron, forcing him to pull out of his teacher and cover her mouth from behind.

*knock knock*

Ron: ‘Ms. Lim?’

Rachelle: ‘Yeah?’

Ron: ‘Shall we?’

Max understood his words and gathered his uniform, unlocking the door, a sweaty man with a smile greeted him.

Ron: ‘Take care of Cynthia. I think she won’t mind.’

The doors clicked shut and Ron pushed Rachelle up the thin, plastic wall, one leg dangling over his arm that was holding onto her waist. His dick spread her tight pussy opened and sank all the way in, thrusting almost as soon as he felt she was relaxed.

Max had helped Cynthia to kneel at the centre of the seat cover, ass raised to his hips. Without warning, he dug his way in and shocked her, but without any resistance to get away from him.

Ron (whispering loudly): ‘Let’s finish this. Max! Safety first!’

A knock replied his worry and the skin slapping noises appeared. Rachelle barely contained her moans behind Ron’s hand, continuously nudging her to the edge of orgasm with every stroke. Her pussy had began to tighten and Ron wasn’t that far away from his climax too.

Three hip thrusts from Max was all it took to knock Cynthia to near-unconciousness. Held by her arms, he rammed into her non-stop as his peak neared, shaft widening as his cum loaded into his shaft.

In sync, they spent their last three minutes fucking together before the men pulled out, emptying their load on the stomach and ass-crack. Where their precious man-juice then flowed down across the most risky spot to get any cum on.

Exhausted, the ladies cleaned themselves up with the low-grade toilet paper, and helped the men to dry their cocks too. Belt clanged, zippers pulled, everything went quiet for a moment until Ron and Rachelle left first.

Left alone in the cubicle, Max had saw the sparkle in Cynthia’s eyes. One that travelled up and down his chest in shyness.

Cynthia (whispering): ‘You want to come to my place?’

Max (whispering): ‘How ’bout we discuss this after we leave this place?’

They held hands as they dashed out of the toilet, running into the teachers who were standing by the railing.

Ron: ‘I won’t have any accidents from you two right?’

Rachelle did not see the worried look on Cynthia and everything was probably fine. They went back to the staff room with a secret gained, and the two students went skipping out of the school, arms going around each other once they arrived at her block.

Max: ‘Cyn.. I don’t have any condoms.’

Cynthia: ‘I have. Just in case.’

With that, they went into her house and bedroom, only to learn that she had been going pantyless (and shorts-less on non-PE days) to school since forever. Now, how convenient would that be?

Asumi’s Gift.

This is the second part to another entry I wrote for Asumi, a fellow blogger. As this story remains exclusively hers, I had delayed it with the other entry (see part 1 below) until now for all to enjoy. So do expect this entry to be familiar if you had visited her site. 

Part 1 | Part 2

Just a week after our first meeting, Asumi texted me to tell me that she missed the alcoholic treat and politely asked if we should meet one day to get really drunk together. After the short SMS conversation, I prepared something for the next meet up by purchasing a of a newly released magic scent. It was to be used on the next day when I was tasked to close shop yet again. The invitation to head down to the cafe after closing garnered an instant respond from the lovely writer.

Everything happened that night kept replaying in her head despite the busyness of her work and she confessed that she was wet the whole time on the day of our second meet.

I turned off the lights for the bar like how I did every night, while she waited at the first floor, having arrived early. Just as I came back from the main power box, she requested to use the ladies and it wasn’t too much hassle to let her use it either. She brought her tote bag with her and I thought nothing of it, brushing off as a standard make up moment. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, the door she entered five minutes ago, swung opened and her fair skin with the pieces of lingerie blocking out the important areas, forming a poorly visible silhouette.

Immediately, I turned my head around to the pavement where people were still walking past, fearing that she might put herself in danger. Sure, sexy and fun is good, but not when it risked a complaint to the place I work at.

Me: ‘Sumi, it’s too dangerous here.’

Asumi: ‘Relax. I’m not going beyond these tables. And I won’t jeopardise your job.’

She stood right in front of the service counter of the kitchen, skin appearing luminous from the dimmed streetlight behind me. I waited no more and made my way to her, standing a few inches in front of her to breath in the warm and fragrant scent. You guys know how good girls smelled even though they just perspired? From what I could tell, there was a hint of restraint, but it was more for her to manage.

Asumi: ‘You know. Just by being so close to me.. I am having trouble holding myself back not to jump on you?’

Hearing her sweet voice making such nice comments, I opened my arms and she stepped into my embrace. To feel her boobs on my chest was the most motherly thing I could imagine. Those soft, succulent, fleshy breasts were known to be life-giving. And a pair just presented themselves to me. I hugged her in return and unhooked her bra with a pinch, letting them fall silently on the floor. The next thing my hands did was to get on her chest, to hold the pair of luscious fair buns, and kneading them like soft dough.

Her head tilted sideways on my chest gave off moans that was the opposite of our first encounter. Soft and obedient, putting me in a charitable state. It seemed that she understood how cats could get people to keep petting them, by being the cutest little things on earth. Plus, the change in pace that made her impatience detectable underneath those well-behaved actions. I held her chin up and gave her a peck, pulling myself away just as I felt her lips part. She was under my control which was not exactly in her advantage.

Asumi: ‘Feel how wet I am?’

Me: ‘No. You feel how hard I am, without seeing, or touching.’

Asumi: ‘But.. Oh!’

Exactly, she was cute with a pinch of blueness, but not insensible at all. She undid my belt easier this time, and my loose jeans did half the work of getting out of the way. Like a down riding lift, she descended out of my sight, and I felt cold air against my groin. Right after, a warm, slippery vacuum, devoured my dick with a tight seal, like a snake having a mouse for dinner.

She sure took her time and put me in the same state I did to her, sheer desperation and urgency. Asumi only gave me one single stroke, that resulted in a satisfying gasp from me and took her mouth away, smiling as her eyes approached me from the ground.

Asumi: ‘I’ve checked. It needs a thorough clean with alcohol, but the size is right.’

How could it just end with one stroke? I made a dash behind the bar counter for the same shot glass of Bacardi and made my way to her. She snatched it from me and emptied it into her mouth. Needless to say, I was shocked. Was she that thirsty? She squatted down and went down on me again, this time, letting me know where the drink went. The Bacardi had a cooling effect on my dick and the 360 flooding of it made me felt drunk in the shortest time I couldn’t imagined to be possible. Her tongue was like an eel, fondling the shark to taunt it.

Once I had felt the effect of it, I couldn’t help but wanted to have my revenge. I brought her to her feet and kissed, transferring the mouthful of alcohol to me. I lifted her up on the table and took a seat, unable to make out the situation between her legs.

Asumi: ‘Waaait..’

I paused with my mouth full and she stepped lightly on my thigh to slip those satin panties off, colours visible for the first time when she placed it by her side. She laid flat on the table that was joined with another, keeping her heels just at the edge. Without further ado, I began feasting, drooling Bacardi all over as I sucked vigorously on her cleanly shaved pussy. The arching of her back hit the tables against the wall, but there was no cause for worry as it was a steady brick wall we were working out on. I soon got my wish of hearing the continuous erotic moans as I did a sloppy lick, until she decided it was too much for that short time.

Asumi: ‘Do you have one in your jeans?’

Me (mouth full): ‘Umm-hum.’

I nodded with my mouth full. She sat up and pulled my shirt off, while I handed her the shiny wrapper. She tore it open with skill and held it with two fingers between her legs, waiting to help me put it on. Of course, I made my way in and it took some time for it to roll down my shaft, at the same time penetration into her pussy.

Asumi: ‘Let the Bacardi run down your body as you do it k?’

My lips opened and a single stream trailed down my chest, across my stomach and onto our privates, closely connected. As gentle as I could, I began moving and her legs went around me. In our position, we could easily turn our heads to look out of the bar for curious eyes. And it showed to be ‘all clear’ up to that point.

The tables began hitting the walls harder and I was groaning with her, fucking in a drunken state like previous. There was a certain novelty to it as we did it twice in the same conditions – high on alcohol. Just after five minutes, my mouth was finally emptied and I stopped for a change in position.

Asumi: ‘Do you think we can shift there?’

She pointed at a corner with more visibility where customers would seat and I was doubtful about her decision. Still, I had arranged the chairs back to their positions once she was off the tables, so no one would suspect anything. In the short period of time, I managed to sneak out the magic bottle I bought earlier. And going over to where she pointed, my eyes could make out her shapely slim figure, sitting crossed legged facing the glass windows in front, obvious to a point I got a little worried.

Me: ‘Are you sure no one would see us?’

Asumi: ‘I don’t know. But I feel more excited here. What’s that in your hand?’

Me: ‘Oh. Something for you. It’s coconut flavoured.’

I placed the tiny brown bottle in her hand and she uncapped it, giving me little time to warn her not to ingest it. A little whiff was all she took before her body almost lost balance, and a senseless smile appeared on her face as well.

Asumi: ‘This is good.’

Me: ‘I know.’

She sat on the table in a Japanese style but realised that I couldn’t reach her pussy at all. The only remedy was to sit between her legs and tip her pussy over the edge of the table, exposing it for my dick’s entry.

Still holding onto the bottle, she took occasional sniffs at it while I straightened my knees, pushing my dick with the safety helmet on, into her pussy.

The entry was the most sloppy one you could imagine, juicy sounds being heard as I pierced my way in. She was just so wet. Once connected, I pressed her onto the table and began thrusting my hips like the wheels of a locomotive, increasing in speed as I felt her pussy relaxing.

From then on, it was a point of no return. I was pushing myself so hard that her body was trembling non-stop, pussy clenching onto my dick with every orgasms that did not seemed to be more than two minutes apart. Of course, I was no superman. Frequent ‘power downs’ were needed but never once I took a break without giving those pointy nipples some loving. I would pinch them between my thumbs and index fingers, then rolling them with increasing pressure until I felt a sudden squeeze of my rod.

Fun being fun, everything that has a beginning has an end. But in my mind, I hoped that the next phrase would always work – every end marks a new beginning. And I knew I had to work hard for it.

Driving my hips hard on her butt, the meaty gluts had unknowingly created a soft padding with a great rebound. I found myself using less effort as momentum found its rhythm.

Asumi (muttering): ‘I can’t take it anymore.’

I was indeed surprised when I heard that, so I took a quick peek at what was happening in front. Her face was sideways on the table, with the opened bottle in front of her nose. There was no overdose to worry about, but her dripping pussy was contradicting her words.

Me: ‘Okay. I think you had enough too. Let me finish it up k?’

Not expecting a reply, I rammed into her with all my might and her body suddenly picked itself up, groaning in an agony-like state. We understood that it was beyond her already. And I was about to cum as well.

After just two minutes of the insane-mode, I changed my strokes to long strides and before I knew it, the last thrust kept me in her as the condom stretched to contain my semen, deadly yet necessary.

Asumi: ‘Oh my god. I can feel the condom getting filled.’

From what I could see, sticky white fluids were being forced out of the space between my dick and condom, streaming down to her pussy.

Me: ‘Oh shit. I think some might have got into you.’

She showed no change in expression, mumbling softly with only the words ‘safe.. days..‘ audible. Assuming it was no big deal, I exited her tight love hole and tied the condom up neatly. After disposing the evidence, I wore my clothes back and helped the feeble lady get dressed, skipping the lingerie to her clothes.

At exactly one in the morning, we were finally done and walked out of the bar, oblivious to some wandering eyes.

Asumi (shocked): ‘Oh my god! I think I left my bra and panties inside!’

Me (confidently): ‘They are in your bag.’

She opened it and heaved a sigh of relief, contented that she did not forget them instead of fearing not wearing them home. After we separated to make our way home, a text from her came about ten minutes into the taxi ride home.

Asumi (SMS): ‘At first. It was the Bacardi trick that kept me thinking about you. Now, it’s the little brown bottle.’

Me (SMS): ‘I think it is a little addictive.’

Asumi (SMS): ‘Whatever the case, when will you be free again?’

This is a fictitious entry and in no way reflect the character of the fellow blogger, Asumi. In my impression, she is still that lovely girl who simply wanted to share her fantasies and sexual life with her supportive readers.

Part 1 | Part 2

Asumi’s Night.

This entry is written in appreciation of another erotic blog – Asumitok. As this story exclusively belongs to her, I had delayed it until now for all to enjoy. So do expect this entry to be familiar if you had visited her site. 

Part 1 | Part 2

After I had closed the bar at twelve, a lady wearing a white blouse and mid-thigh length black skirt, alighted a cab that had pulled up along the busy road. She walked right to the glass door of the bar and I was ready to inform her that we were done for the night, but a quick raise of her hands to make an ‘A’ shape brought our meeting to mind.

I hastily placed the last of the beer glasses back on the rack and invited her in, handing her a cold beer from the fridge before asking her to proceed upstairs where it was more comfortable to chill. Finally, the lights at the shop was turned off and I made my way up, to find her drinking quietly while typing away on her phone.

Me: ‘You’re on time.’

Asumi: ‘Yeah. Today was my off day, and I was wondering what to do when you emailed me.’

Me: ‘Lucky day for me huh?’

She patted on the empty space beside her and I took my seat, taking a large mouth of the fruity beer. As though we were long lost friends, her friendliness made it easy for my quiet nature to talk to, covering pretty much about everything under the sun. And it was through the conversation that I learnt a fair bit about her too. With the time passing unmonitored, we found ourselves to be sitting closer as we drank, even letting me wrap my arm around her neck to give her a taste of what I was drinking and in return, a sip from her bottle of beer.

Slowly, my last bottle was emptied and hands were free to rest on her exposed thighs, talking right in front of each others’ face about the secret stuff of our blogs. With the close proximity and the high from alcohol, the advances from my hand up her skirt met no resistance, and she was constantly resting her head on my arm behind her.

Sensing her state of high, I knew it was only right to ask for permission, and in a non-offensive way too. It was the time to think out of the box.

Me: ‘Can I show you a trick to get drunk without drinking?’

Asumi: ‘Huh? How?’

Me: ‘Wait for me.’

I ran downstairs to the bottle of Bacardi, containing 40% alcohol. It was simple knowledge to those who took drugs, but definitely unknown for average people like us. I poured a shot glass full of it and brought it to her, dipping my finger into it to get a generous coat all over my skin.

The next thing was a ‘do or die’ move. I slipped my hand with the Bacardi under her skirt and pushed her panties to the side, in turn getting a stern look from Asumi. ‘Shh.. ‘, I whispered that before she could question me, and my fingertip ran up and down her slit, wetting it until her bodily fluid came to dilute the solution. From that, I knew she was feeling a little horny, and the alcohol made work easier.

My hand exited her skirt and made another dip into the shot glass, going back to her panties to sink my digits into her. After three short minutes, her face was redder than ever and was muttering words I couldn’t understand. And so, I’ve got what I wanted. I got up and slipped my hands under her skirt to pull those panties off, putting it in a pile on the wide arm rest. She was totally aware but unable to gather any strength to help. A push of her skirt lifted it up to her hips and I raised the shot glass to her tummy, pouring it in a steady stream while fingering her.

It was an instantaneous effect when alcohol was absorbed through the part of a woman’s body with so many nerve endings. Seeing her drunken state, I gave in to my urge to kiss her and it advanced to a passionate tongue fight in no time. The next thing I knew was the frenzied rush to get my jeans off, and getting her perspiration-soaked top unbuttoned. Staring at those beautiful curves of her breasts in her bra, my fingers were still busy keeping her wet.

Asumi: ‘Are you just going to look at them?’

My free hand quickly reached under her shirt to her back to unclasp the hooks, replacing the restrictive bra with my mouth, trained to use the teeth and tongue to put her into overdrive. It wasn’t pain that my technique created, but it was the alternating hard and soft teasing that made her lose control.

With my jeans halfway down my legs, she gave my underwear a hard tug and grabbed my dick painfully. By then, her body had slouched a bit down on the sofa and I stood with my body bent over her so I could reach between her legs.

Me: ‘Can’t you be more gentle?’

Asumi: ‘No, I prefer to do it as how you would.’

She took the glass of unfinished Bacardi and poured a little over my rod, stroking it up and down to get every part covered. For a low alcohol tolerance person like me, I had to sit down after a few minutes as my mind was turning into a white screen, and she seemed sort of happy to put me in that situation too.

She then turned her body towards me and pushed me down to lie on the sofa, head resting next to her sweet smelling panties. I did not know why but I stopped her before her mouth touched as it was not right for me to get this privileged treatment from her, especially from a lady I respect for writing awesome contents.

Asumi: ‘Don’t worry. I’m just going for the liquor.’

Liquor? She meant the Bacardi she wiped on me. Her mouth engulfed the tip and sent me into a trance, mixing pleasure with the high from alcohol. As expected, she stopped after a while once the ‘drink’ was finished, and returned to her seating position, legs wide opened for my turn.

I hopped off the couch and sat between her legs, diving in for the yummy, juicy abalone that was dripping wet. It was more like a XO abalone treat to me then. My lips sucked on her clit and my teeth came forth to give it a nibble, resulting in a struggle from her to push me away but my head was firmly buried between her legs.

Knowing she couldn’t last long with this mode of attack, I intentionally kept going until she was groaning in pain, thereafter swapping the licking with my fingers to rub on her sensitive clit. After some time, I just couldn’t hold myself back from putting my fingers inside her, especially when she was so tight.

Me: ‘Come, turn around and kneel on the sofa.’

Asumi: ‘Is it time already?’

Me: ‘Nope. I think I’m late.’

She gave me a sly grin and turned herself over, sticking her butt out as an invitation. I quickly rummaged through my jeans lying on the floor for a condom and rolled just the tip over, before using her small opening to complete the job. I started off slow to let the condom roll down the length, and once it was on, I emptied the glass of leftover Bacardi to use as lubricant and rammed hard into her.

The sight of her turning into a little monster was most unexpected as she clamped her pussy down on me even harder. Her translucent blouse from the perspiration and the waist height skirt was a feast to my eyes despite the dimmed environment. With that tightness, the only thing my mind wanted me to do was ‘go harder’. And so I did.

The grip on her waist was making sore marks, and the half-drunken state was making me insane. I could only kept ramming the breath out of her and myself, totally losing the power to delay. After some time of crazy rear pounding, I flipped her over to her back and did a half-squat to position my dick downwards at her pussy.

She held it in place for me and I simply lowered myself to sink it in. That serious look appeared once again on her face and I could only smile as I did my miniature squats. The new angle from my entry was pushing all of her buttons that sent her body into an adrenaline pumping mode, flooding her mind with the buildup to a huge orgasm she could never be ready for.

Seeing how much she was enjoying herself, I kept going, changing to a forward thrusts after my calves tire themselves out. Pounding my hips hard on her butt, the juicy sounds were squishing loudly in the empty floor. Oh how much I wanted it to last longer, but her last few orgasms truly made me wild and crazy, pushing me to my wit’s end.

After the last clench of her pussy on my dick, it was time to end the night, or so I figured. I closed her legs together and flipped her to the side, resting one of my knees on the edge of the sofa. Making shallow but quick thrusts, my dick only went in 80% but the response from her was overwhelming the same. It was the change in angle doing the work again, but that was where it would all end. I kept going non-stop as fast as I could, until the creamy load rushed up my dick and I sank the full length deep into her, while letting my cum fill the condom up.

It was a moment that I wished would last forever, to be inside of this wonderful, witty girl, warm and cosy, passionate and respectable. Still, I knew it was impossible in any universe for that wish to come true and I pulled out of her, dripping cum onto the floor with the overfilled condom.

I turned my attention to the disposal of the rubber, careful not to let any of my sperms touch her and she wore her clothes back, adjusting to straightness as though nothing had happened. Leisurely, we packed the place and left the bar, making our separate ways home to rest after the eventful night.

On the way home, she sent her first text to me which I left my number in my email to her.

Asumi (SMS): ‘When was the last time you cummed?’

Me (SMS): ‘About two weeks ago?’

Asumi (SMS): ‘Wow! No wonder. Just want you to know that it was the most I have ever came across. ;)’

This is a fictitious entry and in no way reflect the character of the fellow blogger, Asumi. In my impression, she is still that lovely girl who simply wanted to share her fantasies and sexual life with her supportive readers.

Part 1 | Part 2

Sticky Substance 2.

After Junie’s mum was done with putting the laundry into the washing machine, she went back to join her girl in front of the TV, keeping silent until she asked her a deadly question.

Junie: ‘Mummy, so what was the craziest thing dad and you did?’

Mum: ‘Oh! So it’s my turn?’

Junie: ‘Just want to know.’

Mum: ‘Fine. Hmm.. Back in the olden days, carparks had concealed staircases and dad was one of the few who owned a car at his age of 28. We too had dinner, and he drove me to the top most level of a carpark, to enjoy the open air view of the stars. There wasn’t so much high rise compared to now, so it was easy to find such places.

In the darkness and silence, it was me who initiated your dad. I remembered leaning over to him and going for his pants, unzipping it and struggle to yank his dick out. He didn’t resist at all, since men are bound to stay motionless when a girl pounces on them. Something just came over me to make a good memory out of this romantic night, and my mouth was over him before he could even adjust the seat down.

I wasn’t going to let him relax or what, so I just sucked him fast and deep, choking myself a few times but I was happy doing it for a man I loved. His manly groans is still in my head today. What you call it erotic-asphyxiation was what I went through. The lack of air was making me light headed and getting it over and done with was all that was on my mind.

He had sensed that and stopped me before things went out of hand and into my mouth. And it was that which brought me back to this world too. He climbed to the back seat and I followed suit, lifting up my black skirt and exposing my butt to whoever was looking at the car, if there was anyone at all. He was lying on top of me and tearing a hole in my pantyhose, then attacking me with his mouth. He could go on and on, at the fastest speed that drove me wild with orgasms. And when he got tired, his fingers would take over to create those slurpy sounds that I always loved when we got intimate.

Once I was wet enough, he just shifted his hips to the position and shoved it in one stroke. At that moment, I was resenting him for not being a gentleman, but the quick entry reduced the pain once he started pumping. Oh god you should see how crazy he was. He threw my legs out of the way and placed his clenched fists next to my head. I was looking at him in the eyes while licking my lips.

He was like an animal, pounding and shaking the car so much. The suspensions worked well as it helped him to ‘bounce’ better. My pussy was always in a contracted state with the orgasms that hit me so hard and frequent. He knew how to delay as well, shifting his attention to my breasts when he needed a rest. He ripped the buttons apart and just bite on my boobs so hard that it felt good, coupled with the pain I couldn’t care about.

Once he recovered his energy, his mouth found its home on my nipples and sucked so hard on them while his hips pumped that thick slab of meat into me. My pelvic bone was hurting but it felt too good to stop. He just went non-stop in a frenzy until I got so tight that he couldn’t wait any longer to cum.

Pulling it mercilessly out of my needy body, I sat up and changed to a kneel, taking his cock into my mouth once he found his balance on his knees on the seats. I just kept sucking until he held my head down and unloaded his creamy thick load down my throat. All along, I was afraid of the taste, but that was when he showed me that a little suffering of my throat will make things better.

So from then on, up to this day, I would always let him shoot in my mouth whenever we did it. Since having you and brother was more than enough to handle. Occasionally, when we told you we are going to spend some points at the hotel, it was more of an excuse to have marathon sex with your dad.

Now that I’ve told you about daddy and I, are you happy?’

Junie: ‘Yupp! I didn’t expect you two to be so wild!’

Mum: ‘Young days!’

By the time she finished her story, dad came home from work and found the two girls bonding better than before. With a smile on his face, he asked mum to help him change out in the bedroom, and perhaps a night of wild sex too.

Beer Party.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Boss: ‘Why? Not enough money ah?’

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

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

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

Boss: ‘Are you sure about this?’

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chef: ‘Boss, want to change?’

Boss: ‘On.’

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Boss: ‘You girls are crazy!’

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

The Girl Under Wraps.

Part 1 | Part 2

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

Hi Staplerman,

I would like you to let me know;

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

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

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

#37 – 2014-09-20

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Save me in a way I want to be saved.

Goodnight bearie.

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

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

Part 1 | Part 2

Brother and Sister.

Bernice came out of the shower in her sports bra and an FBT shorts, drying her long hair between the towel while Bertrand was waiting outside the bathroom with his towel. The siblings had been used to getting a shower in the morning, especially on a Saturday, when their bath time would be longer than usual.

He stepped into the bathroom and the sight of the worn FBT shorts she wore yesterday caught his eyes. It was just hanging on the rack, forgotten that it should go into the laundry basket. As he was done rinsing the soap off his body, it was time to get himself off with his younger sister’s clothes. He pulled the shorts off the horizontal pole and wrapped it around his dick, carefully laying his dick at where her pussy used to be in contact with.

Bernice: ‘Kor, are you going to be done?’

Bertrand: ‘Soon. Just wearing my clothes now.’

Stroking his dick through her shorts slowly, he had sat himself on the toilet and closed his eyes, imagining that she was sitting on his lap, grinding her hips as his dick sank into her pussy. Just as the room was getting all hot and foggy, the two partitioned door opened a gap and a hand stopped in its track when she noticed the shorts were gone.

Bernice: ‘Kor.. did you see my shorts?’

The door suddenly opened to the maximum width and she peered in his direction, looking at his perspiration covered body with her shorts in his hands. Still dressed in the sports bra outfit, her shocked expression gave no more words and she just closed the door and left him alone.

He quickly returned her shorts to where it was and dried himself, heading into the living room where she was sitting with her face flushed.

Bertrand: ‘Mei, I’m sorry. I’m done now. I’ve put your shorts in the laundry basket.’

Bernice: ‘What were you doing with my clothes?’

Bertrand was already back to the kitchen to pick up the sandwich she had made extra for him. Avoiding any eye contact, there was no way he could give her an answer. He stood at the window and looked out of it, drinking his daily dose of coffee from the mug on the window ledge. He then heard the faint footsteps nearing him, and the volume of her voice confirmed that she was right behind him.

Bernice: ‘Are you masturbating with my shorts?’

His head pointed onto the ground floor, and gave a nod. A hand then reached in front of him, placing his long lost underwear on the window. He looked at her hand retract, and was eye to eye to her embarrassed face.

Bertrand: ‘Are you masturbating with my underwear?’

She nodded shyly as well, and he took a step closer in front of her. Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her in for a hug and slid his hands up and down her back, comforting her that it was not a big deal. Her chin rose to face him and the few seconds were the most emotional yet risky. Their eyes had been conversing in the most ‘wrong’ debate and her shutting eyes did not help at all.

His lips planted onto hers and they made the immoral kiss. Standing that close, the rise of his dark knight was just that obvious as it poked onto her stomach, while her nipples grew erected behind the sports bra without the padding under. His hand roamed up her waist and reached under her bra, to cup onto that firm, perky 18 year old breasts. The gentle squeezes made her let off a sexy, impatient moan and a respond by cupping her own hand over his bulge.

As his hands continued to massage her breasts, her fingers were digging their way into his shorts, coming into contact with his raw warm dick. Parting his lips away from her, the kissing trailed down to her neck, where she stopped him and took over the journey, lowering her body until her knees were on the floor, and mouth at his rod.

Without looking at him, it had sort of taken away the thought of the dick belonging to her dear brother, and that it was throbbing so hard as though it had wanted her since a long time. Giving the tip a sweet kiss, her lips remained on his head and tongue began wetting whatever meat in her mouth. Making her way down his shaft, her tongue swirled around wherever that was dry, and focused on the stretch of veins on the underside of his rod.

Stumbling on his footing, he had leaned against the dining table, and she just continued to give him the forbidden blowjob. She did not intend to make him cum, and was only interested in getting him big enough to lose control. After a few minutes of sucking, she gave a naughty bite and went into the living room, sitting in front of the TV with her usual cartoon showing on screen.

He stood in front of her to block her view, and then pulled her shorts off her legs, which she showed a little unwillingness but raised her butt anyway. With that young looking pussy in front of him, he sat on the stool under the table and landed his tongue on her clit. Giving it a generous load of his saliva, the one instance of a suck on her clit sent her back arching forward, and hands over his head to push him deeper between her legs.

Flicking that tiny pink dot up and down, juices were flowing out of control and he was sucking them up as she moaned. Within a minute, she was pulling his head upwards and he followed suit, returning to kissing his beloved sister in a tongue fight. As they made out, his hips were closing in on his pussy, and the tip was pushing its way in as well. Making gentle thrusts, his dick slowly disappeared into the splitting vagina and soon, he was kneeling on the floor while his sister’s body was sitting at the edge of the couch.

The slimy rod was pounding into her while her legs around him pulled him closer, wishing he would go deeper. A couple of seconds was all she needed to pull that annoying sports bra away, and his mouth was free to suck on her nipples. Flirting with those pointy erections, her head was back and eyes rolled white. The position she was in was a common yoga stance, and a test of squeeze was all he needed to distract him.

Feeling the tightness around his dick, his vision turned into a stern look and he forced her backwards on the seat. Helping her to lie on the sofa, he brought one knee onto it and placed both her legs on his shoulders. Ramming his hips at her bum, the long rod was dipping all the way into the areas unfelt before. Bernice had already lost concentration on the yoga squeezes and was just enjoying the hard pounding from her brother.

Reaching for her shorts on the floor, she covered her mouth with it to suppress the crazy noises she made, and Bertrand leaned on her body to take a whiff of her shorts as well. Fucking like sex-deprived bunnies, she was bombarded with orgasms that she lost count of. And all he was doing was move his hips, and prevent himself from cumming.

Bernice: ‘Kor.. shoot it all inside me. Mum has got contraceptive pills for me to control my acne. And I haven’t had my period for four months already. So, cum inside me.’

Knowing that he got nothing to fear now, he sat upright and let her legs stick on his sweaty chest. Jerking his butt fast on the sofa, his rod was sinking all the way into her at a high speed that sent her into a trance and salivating from the sides of her mouth. It was pure mind and body fuck that she was receiving 100% of.

Counting down to his ejaculation, his hands went to her boobs to knead them really hard until the pain complimented the pleasure at her pussy.

Bertrand: ‘Mei.. I’m cumming soon!’

Bernice: ‘Oh yes kor! Keep going! Don’t stop!’

He leaned his chest over her and made sure her legs was angled where he could reach all the way. The few remaining strokes got him to finally cum and sprayed into her as his little head continued stimulating her vagina. The warm load felt extra hot in her and that was nothing like how she’d expected but, longed to feel.

Bertrand had to pull his dick out after the tight clenches of his unwilling sister, at the same time milking whatever that was still inside, out into her pussy. He fell onto the sofa after he was out, panting with his sister who was rubbing her clit in front of him to relieve the soreness. Smiles broke across their faces, without regret as they knew it was impulse that drove them to it. It wouldn’t be a crime if they were never caught right?

That day, they wore nothing around their house, and whenever Bertrand’s dick rose, it would be the signal to get it on since they might not have many chances once their parents return from their yearly honeymoon. The unlimited rounds of sex was also a challenge to break their personal records with their partners, kinky huh?

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?

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