She Belongs

Bernice (panting): ‘Can I go up now?’
Sam: ‘NO! Two more rounds.’

The curvy girl darted off in a white jersey and pink FBT shorts, threading lightly on the toes to quickly complete the last two laps. Once she returned to the bench where Sam was waiting, she brisk walk in front of him, only to be stopped at each electronic gate where his card was needed.

Upon reaching the house, the poly student dashed straight for the toilet, releasing a powerful jet of pee against the ceramic bowl.

Sam (shouting): ‘I want to see you in it when you’re done!’
Bernice: ‘Okayyy.. ‘

She pulled her shorts up over her hips and stepped out into the bedroom opposite, where Sam was sitting on her bed and on his phone. After he set his phone down, she removed her wet shirt, revealing the leather straps that bound her boobs tightly. As her damp shorts came off too, the momentary relief of the single strap on her pussy relaxed as well, but not for long.

He spun her around and bent her arms to bind them behind, securing them with belt-like latches at an awkward height.

Sam: ‘Down on your knees now!’

She let him support her arms before going down, and watched listlessly at him stripping his shorts off. Once half naked, he brought her face to his dick and stuffed it in, shoving her face repeatedly in his groin to pleasure himself with her mouth.

As monotonous as it sounded, the gentle tugging of her straps pinched her clit non-stop, causing her to get wetter apart from the constant rubbing. Gradually, her head moved faster on its own, to the assistance of her master.

Once he had enough of her blowjob, he yanked hard on the straps for her to stand up and she quickly did so, afraid of abrasions that he might cause. Tipping her over the bed, he lifted her ass up to bend her knees, getting into a doggystyle without too many moves.

For protection’s sake, he still put a condom on, but it was to prevent the edges of the leather around her pussy from cutting him. The condom rolled in place in under a minute and all Bernice could do was to bite her lips, as he mercilessly plugged her pussy with his erection.

Sam: ‘Good?’
Bernice: ‘Yeah?’

He placed his feet at shoulder’s width on the ground and began pounding her, slurping noises filling up her room with her moans, partly relieving the aches she had all day from the inner wear. Orgasms somehow came easier from the whole day of clit teasing, sending her into loud moans as he plunged deep inside.

Just five minutes of mind-blowing doggy later, he was done before she could climax again. Forcefully, he flipped her over on her back and painfully arched her knees wide open. Automatically ramming his cock into his personal sex doll, her desperate expressions did little to make the whole session more romantic, only driving him crazier when he saw how much she was enjoying.

Well, that slut was supposed to feel used and objectified, not pleasure. Still, he ignored the girl’s desire to be loved and fucked faster and faster. Digging deep into her vagina, Bernice succumbed to more powerful orgasms in this position, rendering herself weak earlier than usual.

The robotic thrusting did pleasure the both of them, and Bernice was long accustomed to his sexual abuse – though willingly.

Sam: ‘I’m gonna cum soon.’

He abruptly pulled out of her, ending the sensual mood suddenly and sat at the edge of the bed. Bernice knew exactly what to do and hopped out from bed, kneeling between his legs for him to use. A peck on her forehead was all the affection she received that day and the next thing she knew, her face was once again slammed over his cock.

Cheeks puffing in and out from his hi-speed attack, she relaxed her throat to direct him in. Tasting his raw cock and salty precum, her mind clouded up with lust. It was like an auto-response to her fate of a sex slave. While he was mouth fucking her, Bernice was also about to cum.

Sam: ‘Here.’

A calm voice warned her of the incoming hot semen that poured into her mouth, in measly quantities since it wasn’t the first load of the day. His second cum dump was completed in a minute and he got up casually, wearing his shorts back and heading out into the living room.

Sam (shouting): ‘Once you’re dressed, go buy milk and eggs, we’re out of it.’

Bernice wore her FBT shorts back, and threw on a fresh set of t-shirt. Right before she left, Sam tightened the straps on her shoulders, sinking that particular strap across her pussy deeper between her legs.

Face completely flushed and inner netting soaked, she stumbled out into the corridor and braved herself in the lift, making her way to Sheng Shiong right under her flat. Now, what kind of man is Sam exactly?

If you guys have seen a weak legged girl shopping in one of those supermarket, she might just be Bernice. Try to go easy on her k? Though I believed Sam put that gear on her to deter rapists – or attract them?

For Mel C

Unknown Number (Whatsapp): ‘Hey J. I’m Rick here. Just want to ask if you know Mel, the blogger.’
Me (Whatsapp): ‘Mel? Yeah I know her. How did you get my number?’
Rick (Whatsapp): ‘Ah. Don’t bother about how I got your number. You free tonight?’
Me (Whatsapp): ‘I’m working. On most nights.’
Rick (Whatsapp): ‘Oh! In that cafe right? Tell me the address, I’ll bring a surprise for you.’
Me (Whatsapp): ‘Postal code 428XXX’
Rick (Whatsapp): ‘Alrighty bro. I’ll be there past midnight. I’ll text you to make sure it’s empty before going up.’

Apart from being distracted by what we spoke about earlier, time passed pretty quickly for a Monday night. There wasn’t many people and I was done closing the shop at about 12am. Rick had been messaging me since he found out the shop was empty and at 12.30am, the glass door pulled opened to a familiar girl in a sports jacket and a guy following closely behind her.

Me (confused frown): ‘Mel?’
Rick: ‘You recognise her? (Talking to Mel) You didn’t tell me you are in contact with him.. now things are going to get interesting.’

A whisper from Rick into her ears, her jacket unzipped and a collar with chains leading down to a set of nipple claims showed themselves. That darting eyes on her face, fists opening and rubbing and closing themselves, the quick blinking, I had no idea if she was unwilling or just glad that it was me.

For a start, Mel and I are perfectly normal friends. We spoke about what we write, thought I never understood the motivation of her stories. Bluntly put it, I wasn’t that much into her level of BDSM. But now, she’s right in front of me, quiet and looking somewhat confident of herself. She knew me from my stories, mostly sweet and nice. I wouldn’t be able to do half of what her friends (or enemies) did to her on her blog.

Rick: ‘Stap, don’t be shy. Tell her what to do.’
Me: ‘I don’t know.. I’m not really into that kind of torture.’

Another whisper sent Mel in my direction and I exited the bar. No matter if she had staged this or was forced to do, I had to say something I would prefer not to say – I am easy. To get her out of this mess, I probably just have to cum, I guess?

Mel went over to the sofa in the middle of the cafe and Rick took a seat at the bar. The first thing I did when I went over to her was to ask if she was alright. That few seconds made Rick to shout to her, clearly not wanting her to think that I deserved any less than what she was made to do in her stories.

Rick (shouting): ‘Mel! Shut up and remove your skirt.’

Her tanned skin did not suit her in a skirt, but she had to wear it for obvious reasons. It was easy to remove. She bared her pantyless bottoms and sat on the couch, waiting for me to start.

Rick: ‘Stap, just do anything you want man.’
Me: ‘Can I just let her do anything she wants?’

He spurted a phrase ‘you can try!’ between his laughters and I turned my gaze back to Mel. She gave me a tilted head look and proceeded to remove my jeans, where I had problems getting it up given how much respect I had for her.

Right then, Rick came over and flung my hand over the chains on her nipples. I yanked on it accidentally and a scream echoed in the quiet cafe. Only then, did I feel a reaction below. Am I.. no. I shouldn’t be. I tugged at the metallic chains once again and the pitiful adjustments of her body trying to reduce the pain slowly got the better of me.

Without much contact, my dick had hardened into rock upon seeing this Medusa. I grabbed her hair and guided her mouth to my cock, which I was sure was reeking of perspiration from the day’s work. Pushing her head before her mouth opened, I swung a slap across her face for being slow.

Me: ‘I’ll try to hold back k?’

Before I knew it, my hands had been holding her deepthroat over my dick for five seconds. It was nothing less than heavenly. This athletic girl whom most guys would not be able handle was in my control. It was indeed, power given to someone who never had the chance of domination. Soon, she was choking as I slammed my groin in her face, splashing saliva all over as she tried to keep up.

Rick: ‘Bro, not going to fuck her ah?’

‘Fuck’ huh? In this case, love-making or sex would totally not fit this occasion. I picked up the clanging chains and led her behind the bar, where a chest freezer filled with ice was opened.

A strong push bent her chest over the bags of ice and resistance was immediate. I kept my force on her back and her nipples became the only contact on the ice.

Mel (shivering): ‘J.. it’s really cold. It hurts.’

Just as I was about to loosen my grip, something caught my eyes. It was an ice cube tray in the corner where sticks of ice were in, frozen for use in tall glasses. Best of all, I remembered a size that would fit her well.

Taking an ice cube, I ran it down her back till she gave in and left her body hovering the freezer. Splitting the covers of the tray quickly, I took a stick about thick fingers thick, rinsing it to smoothen the edges.

Rick: ‘Nice one.. ‘
Mel: ‘What is nai.. ‘

I had positioned the tip of the popsicle-dildo at her pussy and ran it along her slit a few times.

Me: ‘You have faced a cold hot dog before right? This shouldn’t be worse.’

A cold hot dog IS the opposite of a frozen ice stick. Her body stiffened and I could sense more strength in her. As soon as the first inch poke into her pussy, I pulled it out.

Me: ‘Mel.. I’m sorry for doing this.’
Mel: ‘It’s okay.. I know you didn’t.. ‘

A high pitched scream interrupted her sentence as I slipped the dildo into her ass. It was wet and totally harmless. I just sank it as deep as I could till it was being forced out by her innards.

Mel (screaming): ‘Fuckk!’

A brief brush along her slit told me how wet she had gotten and I shoved my dick right into her pussy. Using my belly to hold the dildo in place, both rods, hot and cold was sinking into her repeatedly. Inside her, I could feel the cold upper walls and warm underside. She had embraced the freezer in her body at that moment.

Mist started pouring out as her body got warmer, jerking the freezer as I rear-ended her. Of course the dildo would get smaller, and that was what I wanted her to do – melt the ice.

Going for almost three minutes, it was long enough to change our positions. I pulled out of her and kept my index finger in her dripping ass, giving her a genuine command from my heart.

Me: ‘I don’t want to see any stains on the bags of ice. Hold it in.’

Her anus tightened and I turned her around, lifting her to sit on the ice bags. Her hands clenched my arms tightly to express the pain but what was I supposed to do? Let her off?

She opened her legs and held my dick gently, pointing it in her direction as I stepped forward. Her arms went around me in an attempt to lift herself off the ice bags, but I wasn’t going to move.

Me: ‘Let go of me.’

Mel had no choice but to lean back on her hands, which were having difficulty finding a less cold spot to hold. By the time I was at my full speed, the ice had melted a little and causing her to slide. Time to change places.

Me: ‘Hug me.’

She jumped into my arms and I checked if she had leaked. So far so good. The lid was put back on and I brought her back to the couch. This time, I wanted a royal treatment. She went on her knees and crawled between my legs, sucking me autonomously without saying anything. The only sounds I could hear was the melting dildo, and her slopping blowjob.

Lightly, I placed my palm on her cheeks and brushed them. Mel.. who would have imagined a girl like you.. sink to such deep ends that you have probably lost yourself. The slim figure, on her fours, sucking on a friend that she knew wasn’t into BDSM but ended up making him like it more. My impression of her had not changed though, but the photos that Rick had been snapping secretly.. I knew I could make use of them.

Me: ‘Hey Mel.. ‘

I got on my feet and went behind her, sinking my erection right back at her cold, wet pussy. The dildo had melted and had unintentionally soaked her with the coldness. It was just a matter of time before I was done.

Just as I embarked on the final lap, I held her ponytail and rammed with all the energy I am left with.

Me: ‘Fuck! I’m cumming Mel!’
Mel (pleading): ‘Inside me please.. all of it!’
Me: ‘Arghh.. ‘

In an attempt to make her realise she doesn’t get what she wanted even with me, I felt her pussy clamped my dick really tightly, as though preparing to hold in the load I was about to unleash.

Instead, I pulled out and sprayed it over her legs, where huge blobs of it just stay stuck on her calves and thighs, some of it forming sticky strands behind her knees.

Mel: ‘Whattt?’

I got up and went to my clothes, biting my lips in satisfaction. I needed to see her expressions when she realised why I picked her legs to cum on. Mel got herself up too and went to her clothes, forbidden by me to wash anywhere clean. As she pulled her skirt up her legs, the cum smeared themselves all over, leaving obvious white substance no one would miss.

On top of that, the length of her skirt and the amount of skin exposed on her legs, eyes would gather there.

Mel: ‘Shit. You really.. ‘

Rick kept tapping on his phone as he went ahead of her, causing my phone to keep buzzing to the influx of pictures.

Rick (shouting): ‘Thanks bro! (Talking to Mel) Aren’t you going to say goodbye?’
Mel (shouting): ‘See you soon J.’

Deed done, no mess. An old friend met. Not too bad to start the week off.

Vessels

Troy: ‘Ass up!’

The ex-model sluggishly perked her ass up on her bed, eyes rolling white from the dose of ice he fed her. Never could anyone imagine Natalie to have stooped this low, all thanks to the drug one of her friends mixed into her drink on one of her yacht photoshoot. Just two weeks after that, she had shifted out of her place and into a semi-D, along with other girls who were seemingly worse off.

Her knees fell apart when the icy cold metal rod touched her ass cheeks, slipping between the cracks and onto her anus. Very slowly, she let off a groan as the anal plug dug their way into her intestines.

Troy: ‘Doing good. Stay relaxed.’

There was no need for her to think about anything as the drug made the whole process sensual, heightening her sexual urges as her asshole widened. His warm hand left the T-shaped stopper right outside her anus and she fell back onto the bed, tummy contracting to get used to its presence.

Before long, she had turned to her sides and reached for her pussy, pubes trimmed into an airstrip above her cunt. She started to masturbate herself and Troy kept quiet by her side, pants tightening as gentle moans escaped her beautiful face, one that no one would suspect of what she was training to do.

Troy: ‘You want my cock huh? You keep looking at it.’

Seated on a revolving chair next to her, he removed his pants (and underwear), letting her catch a glimpse of his tall erection. Natalie lazily reached for it and went on to stroke it a few times, until he got too horny to stay still.

The sight of his shirt falling over her head excited her pussy even more and the sudden jerks of her hips leaked even more juices out of her. Still high on ice, Troy easily controlled her and plunged his cock into her, savouring the warmth of her vagina for a few seconds while she screamed helplessly.

Among the enslaved girls lived three ‘masters’, two guys and one woman who took care of their food and whatnot. Well, what’s whatnot? Money! Tons of money from unknown sources. The girls were allowed to go out, but at the end of the day, it was the drugs that kept their loyalty.

As Troy pounded her little ass, moans were heard from the room next door. The men each had their ‘favourite’ girls and they took extra care of them. Naked waist down, Natalie only had a blue bra and an oversized white tank top on. While her mind was bombarded by the pleasure of sex, the drugs were helping those orgasms come sooner.

Rounds after rounds of climax, Natalie only got wetter with that thick rod ramming into her tight hole. He had been stretching her pussy wider since the first time she gave in to him. As if he was on some other drugs, his cock never flinched throughout the forceful thrusts. The sheer size of it, was expanding right inside her, coming in contact with every sensitive and non-sensitive spots.

Grabbing onto her silky long brown hair, she lifted her body up on her arms and felt the pain on her scalp travelling down her spine to her genitals. Whatever he did, it kept turning her on. After a good five minutes of merciless pussy thrashing, he pinned her back down onto the bed and went even faster.

Slurping sounds joined the occasional queefing noises and more orgasms took her sanity away.

Troy: ‘Fucking bitch! I’m cumming!’

He pulled out of her and seamlessly slid it between her ass, fingers holding onto her head and turning her towards him in a swift stroke. He sat comfortably on his bum and shoved her head down, gagging her on his cock a few times before she figured out what to do.

The enthusiastic girl licked him like a puppy and suckled on his honeystick, bobbing up and down in high speed. The king of the bed laid back and shut his eyes, enjoying the treat to a wondrous ending she was sucking him to.

Like before, his fingers dug into her hair and held her still, moving his hips a few times into her mouth for whatever was coming. Seconds after a pause in front of his dick, blobs of cum spat onto her face continuously, until he pushed her down on him again, clearing the rest of his bullets right inside her mouth.

Once he took a deep breath, Natalie knew it was over and was pushed away like a used sex toy. She fell onto her back and watched him tower over her sweaty body, shirt pulled all the way to her face to clean those cum off.

Troy: ‘Turn over now. It’s time to work.’

He flipped the dead fish over and spread her legs wide, yanking the ribbed, stainless steel buttplug out in one move. Natalie resting her head on the bed towards him could see what he was doing. He filled a condom with small zip lock pouches and coated it with some lubricant, stuffing it into another condom before a knot sealed the contents.

The package disappeared behind her back and as expected, it went into her asshole that was stretched to accommodate its size. It went in easily and she was helped up to change into a fresh set of clothes, a low cut, sweet blue dress with floral designs on it.

With another girl, she was ushered into a car and the ride began, going all the way into Malaysia and through the distracted eyes of the custom officer. Like a professional, Troy protected them from his horny buyers and closed the deal, putting up in a hotel nearby with his two prized transport vessels.

After feeding them with another dose of ice, the screams and moans coming from the room was never questioned by any staff in the hotel. The girl with Natalie was Cherry, whom had another whole story to herself.

Pet Kitty 2

Part 1 | Part 2

The familiar sounds of door unlocking came through the living room and Mel tidied her room up.

Mel (shouting): ‘Alex?’

A few minutes of waiting later, her bedroom door unlocked and a hunky guy stood there with a paper bag in his hand.

Anthony: ‘Mel?’
Mel: ‘Yeah. You are?’
Anthony: ‘Alex’s friend.’
Mel: ‘Oh! Come in.’

She let him in with a smile and sat him on her bed, pouring a glass of water for him.

Mel: ‘Sorry but there’s no food in the house.’
Anthony: ‘It’s okay. Alex told me.’
Mel: ‘Oh okay. What’s that in your bag?’
Anthony: ‘Some lubricant. He told me to get it for you.’

He handed her the bottles of lubricant and a blindfold, while she examined them carefully.

Mel: ‘Come! Put this on!’

The innocent girl was as playful as usual and stretched the blindfold over Anthony, who bent his head down for her. Once it was on, he felt her leave the bed and then helped him on his feet.

Mel: ‘Don’t move ah.’

She undid his shorts and underwear, before ruffling in front of his body. She sat him down and placed both his hands over her shoulders, before a shiver shot through his body. Her gentle hand had wrapped over his dick gracefully, and a moment later, a cold liquid touched his penis.

Anthony: ‘Is it the lubricant?’

She remained silent and planted her soft lips on his dick head, before pulling him lower for a kiss. The strawberry flavour rubbed onto his mouth and she let go of his face, returning to his dick that she licked wholeheartedly.

Slowly, her pressed lips split apart around his shaft and the inexperienced guy shivered more.

Mel (whispering): ‘You can lie down if you want. Just don’t look.’

Her mouth slid up and down his rod and with each stroke, her fingers rolled those testicles in his pouch playfully. It felt like fucking a loose hole, with precise control over the pressure and an extra ability to push his buttons on the right spot.

The sensual slurping sounds went well with the mental image of her in his mind, working her way up and down without any shortcuts. Soon, his hands went behind her head and guided her faster, which she followed through without so much a gag.

After about five minutes of the mind-blowing oral sex, Anthony was left out of breath and thighs twitching on its own. Mel, seeing how tensed he was, stopped and quietly climbed over his waist. Feeling her pussy touch his belly, Anthony reached his arms forward and felt her 32B cups.

Anthony: ‘Hey! Alex said that I’m only.. ‘
Mel: ‘Shhh!’

She leaned to one side and capped him with a condom nearby, before sitting down carefully on him. Making small squeals of discomfort while she penetrated herself, he was growing harder as she descended.

Anthony (gasping): ‘Oh my god. You’re so tight.’
Mel: ‘Maybe it’s you who is too big.’

She pressed her delicate palms on his chest and rode him, bouncing up and down to the bear-like groans he was making. Through the sessions with Alex, she had learnt to squeeze her PC muscles and it worked wonders for Anthony, whose body twitches almost threw her off.

Besides up and down, she moved her hips back and forth as well. Apparently, it was Anthony’s weakness and he could not hold back for long.

Anthony (shouting): ‘Shit shit.. I’m going to shoot!’

Mel made her last descend and jumped off, ripping his condom away between his legs. Sinking his dick into her mouth, she shoved her face in his groin and sucked really hard. In under three minutes, his hips thrust upwards and flushed all his cum into her mouth, forcing her to swallow some of the huge load.

Panting fast to catch his breath, he laid motionless as Mel made the last few licks to clean him up. She peeled his blindfold away and swallowed before his weary eyes, and gave his cock a little massage.

Anthony: ‘Full?’
Mel: ‘Yupp. You taste sweet! Tell Alex what you ate k? His is always salty.’

He nodded with the last bit of strength and she helped wore his shorts back, dropping her singlet over her own head with a satisfied smile. Mel sent him to her door after the deed was done and he locked the door behind him, returning her to the confines without so much a plea.

Anthony (WhatsApp): ‘Bro, she’s really good. Slot me into Wednesday.’

After Mel had her ‘brunch’, she went back to sleep after a glass of water, followed by a wet dream with Anthony and Alex in a nice, cosy hotel room. Guess who was begging to be fucked when Alex returned home that evening?

Part 1 | Part 2

Twists and Turn

Stepping out of his house to the void deck, Darren’s eyes scanned for the lady whom described her outfit to him, a pink floral sundress with long brown hair. Half a minute after he planted his ass on the concrete stool, a girl in that exact dress appeared looking casual.

Darren: ‘Mavis?’
Mavis: ‘Hey. Hi.’
Darren: ‘You’re really not tired? It’s late.’
Mavis: ‘Nope. I just wanted to take a walk. Is there somewhere quiet around here?’

The two of them met for the first time after a brief introduction on the app, coincidentally living in the same estate within ten minutes from each other. He walked with her to the back of some HDB flats, before arriving at a park connector route where sparingly placed benches became their final stop. Not only few people used that path to jog, the lamps were located far away for some reasons.

Opening her large cloth tote bag, she took out two bottles of Bacardi Breezer dripping wet from condensation.

Mavis: ‘I’ll open it for you.’

Using a bottle opener, she popped the lid off and bubbles started fizzing out of the top, forcing Darren to sip them up while she took a few mouthful from her own bottle. The two of them sat motionless telling stories, exchanging more facts about themselves as the neighbouring flats began to darken.

The next thing he knew, she had slipped her fingers into his hand and leaned her head on his shoulder, conversation going dead slowly. Mavis unfolded her crossed legs and placed her thigh over one of his, spreading her legs a little too wide if not for the privacy of where they were.

Mavis: ‘Are you tired?’
Darren: ‘A little. I’m feeling light headed but still alright.’

He felt his shoulder blade and thigh muscles trembling under the skin, as if drained of energy. However, his arms could still move, misinterpreting as an onset of tiredness after his long day at work. Soon, she was guiding his hand under her dress, and he felt her soft, shaved pussy when he reached her groin.

Darren: ‘You are always this open?’
Mavis: ‘Nope. Only when I’m in control.’

His attempts to move his arm away proved futile and the situation got him worried. What if the paralysis is permanent? What exactly was happening to him? His fingers could move on her clit, even feeling the wetness that was coming from her. When she began to unzip his pants, that was when he realised it was something he drank.

Right, my drink was fizzy when she opened it but hers wasn’t. But she popped the lid in front of my eyes.

Darren: ‘Did you put something in my drink?’
Mavis: ‘So you noticed? I dropped it in when I opened it.’

By then, her hands were wrapped around his dick and stroking it to hardness. There was nothing he could do except to move his fingers, piercing into her pussy as she got faster. Just after he felt her vagina contract from an orgasm, Mavis got up and pulled her dress straight.

She spread his knees apart and half-squatted between his legs, tucking the rear of her dress towards the front. Before his eyes, she lowered herself over his raw dick, engulfing it in a level of heat he never experienced before. Apart from the breath-taking warmth, she was squishy wet when his dick slipped into her.

The rest of it was self-explanatory as she bounced up and down, fucking herself with a helpless guy’s dick. Changing between a hop and back-forth twerking, her moans escaped freely while Darren groaned in excitement.

Mavis (whispering): ‘You’re the biggest I’ve ever had and it felt wonderful!’

She suddenly slammed her body backwards onto him and his dick ached from the squeeze, hot juices flowing down his balls and into his lap where all of it was soaked by his badly-positioned underwear.

The crazy bitch then climbed on top of the bench and squatted face-to-face, calves horizontally flushed with the seat. Grinding front and back, her arms around his neck tightened with moans into his ears, combined with lip nibbles.

Slowly, over the course of two more orgasms, he regained his strength and could move his arms again. There was no way Mavis would know his body reacted differently to the same drug she used on an undisclosed number of guys.

Darren just wrapped his arms around her back and stood up, collapsing on his knees onto the grass patch surrounding them.

Mavis (shouting): ‘Oh fuck!’

She struggled to back away from him but he quickly secured her wrists under one hand, and covered her mouth with the other. Now thrusting in full control of himself and her, something in him was telling him not to let her get away with it.

He pulled out of her and tucked his knees together, helping her up by holding onto her wrists. In a swift motion, he swung both her arms behind her back and locked her movements, sending pain through little twists of her elbows.

Darren: ‘You like dominating guys huh bitch?’

One hand was all he needed to hold onto both her wrists, before he flipped her over onto her fours. The zip on the back of her dress came off and he ripped her clothes apart, tearing the shoulder straps away like paper. Half-naked, her strapless bra-clad chest was pushed onto the wet grass, still unable to move from the pain in her shoulder joints.

A nano-second into her screams, he yanked on her long hair to silence her.

Darren: ‘You scream and you will lose your hair.. and dress. Try me.’

He flipped her dress higher waist and lifted her hips (with one arm across her waist), perching her ass into a submissive doggie position. In a second, he rammed his cock into her and choked her body straight with one move. One hand across her throat and the other locking her wrists, there was no escape for her.

His hips pounded the confused girl’s pussy continuously in rage, making her moan while fighting needlessly. She simply could not overcome the pain that allowed him to rape her. Talk about a plot twist. Darren had all the anger needed to tear her pussy apart, dick growing significantly thicker inside her.

The unwanted orgasms weakened her struggle slowly, until she no longer made any sounds. He shoved her onto the ground and turned her over again, holding both her ankles wide apart like a gynae-examination. Stuffing his cock all the way, the exhausted girl laid unresponsive, eyes barely opened as her body jerked on the soil.

Darren (groaning): ‘I’m gonna cum bitch. Guess where am I unloading?’

He raised one of her knees to her chest and hammered down his ‘nail’, driving it so deep she sobered up immediately.

Mavis (weakly): ‘No please.. not inside.. ‘
Darren: ‘Arghh!’

His body paused for a second before he rammed it again, following the rhythm of his ejaculation that built up into another orgasm for her. Tears began rolling down her eyes as he grinned wider, making the last few thrusts to bury his semen deep.

Once his deed was done, he whipped his phone out and adjusted her dress. Flashes blinded the girl as the shutter sound fired away, in various positions he shoved her lifeless body into.

Darren: ‘I’m done here bitch.’

He unhooked her bra and threw it into the bushes, leaving her to fend for herself top-naked. He easily ripped whatever remains of her dress away and pulled his shirt off, stripping the singlet he wore under for her to put on. Once he was dressed appropriately, he began to record the last part of his adventure, aimed at her stumbling away in a translucent piece of top that barely covered her perky ass.

Darren (shouting): ‘Text me or these will go online!’

Mavis darted off once she heard him and disappeared around a corner, possibly faster than The Flash. Now, what would Darren do with those photos and video?

What would you guys do? You might be directing the next part of this story with your comments.

Office to Bed

This entry involves pee-play. Please proceed with caution.

A smile appeared across Wen’s face when she felt a finger rubbing on her clit, opening her eyes slowly to the glaring sunlight from the windows. She tried to move her arms but found out they were tied together, but there was no immediate shock to her yet. After a deep breath and opening her eyes fully, Melissa’s bikini-clad body almost made her giggle out loud.

Wen: ‘What are you wearing? Untie me first.’
Melissa: ‘Later la. We have something planned for you.’

She was Wen’s supervisor and also best friends in the company, and her clique was well-known to play pranks on fellow colleagues. Wen could not move anywhere with her tied wrists (to the bed frame) and knees opened with a spreader bar, but the level of trust she had in her supervisor made her think that it was just a quick prank they played on her.

Melissa’s fingers did not stop moving as Wen woke up to her senses, partly weakened from her constant rubbing. The room was clean except for the bedding and a lamp that hung from the wall above the bed. After a while of getting her really wet, Melissa left the room and let Wen looked out of the door.

To her horror, three of her male colleagues were tied up and blindfolded, only able to hop around. Two ladies from Melissa’s clique had those electric fly swatter in their hands and were shocking the guys while giving them instructions.

Clara (from afar): ‘Alvin, follow Melissa.’

He jumped in the direction where Melissa turned him towards and into Wen’s room he went. Clara commanded the rest of the guys to stay still and joined the two slaves they had restrained. After getting Alvin to sit on the bed, the commanding ‘officers’ went to each of them and covered their mouths with a handkerchief. The pinching of Wen’s nipple made her gasp a full breath of the pungent, super glue-like scent and it knocked her out weak on the bed.

Alvin put up a little more fight before he collapsed, and they snipped away his underwear, leaving them naked a few feet away from each other. Melissa stayed in the room and took a seat in front of the bed, as if expecting to watch what would happen.

First, it was Alvin who rotated his body upwards to relieve his weirdly, reddish erection. Wen was looking through her eyelids and could feel something awakening in her body. A sudden wave of wetness began lubricating her pussy and her nipples poked into the air painfully, begging to be relieved of an itch. Her clit was especially sensitive to the cold air from the conditioning unit and a chilling vibe was pulsating through her spine.

As Alvin felt around the bed for space to rest, his hand touched Wen’s feet and sent a electrifying wave through her leg.

Wen: ‘Alvin.. here.’

He moved his grip up her calf and stopped just before her pussy. Estimating at his best, he laid next to Wen and could barely speak from the suffocating drug he breathed.

Alvin (breathlessly): ‘Wen?’
Wen (breathlessly): ‘Yeah. It’s me. Can you scratch down there for me?’
Alvin: ‘You’re itching there too?’

He blindly made his way to her feet and carefully began massaging her clit, and his hips found where her toes were.

Alvin: ‘Help me too.’

Using her feet, she clamped his dick between her toes and moved up and down, channeling some form of comfort so he could focus on relieving her agony. As seconds passed, her nipples were hurting more and Alvin was feeling worse from the unbearable itch. It was as if an insect bite that would cause one to scratch till they bleed.

Wen: ‘My nipples. My nipples. Please.’

He felt her spreader bar and moved her feet up into the air, until the bar went behind his back. Using his mouth, he nibbled on her nipples in turns, while his fingers continued to masturbate her clit. Soon, Alvin expressed frustration from his lack of ‘scratching’, bringing his cock dangerously close to Wen’s pussy.

Alvin: ‘Can I put it in? I’m going crazy with the itch.. ‘

He waited for a few seconds and it was silence he heard. Unable to hold himself back, he poked his tip into her pussy and the wet environment took some pain away. Wen was feeling better too, when she realised that it was actually inside her pussy that needed attention. No wonder it didn’t feel right though he was rubbing her clit.

Almost in missionary position, he went all the way into Wen’s pussy and a moment of sigh told them of their relieve. Still, the discomfort returned and he began thrusting, pulling his dick along her vaginal walls that enjoyed the strokes. Her nipples felt better than and he laid flat on her body, jerking just his hips in the chained-and-locked embrace.

Wen: ‘Oh yes. Keep moving. It feels good.’
Alvin: ‘You’re getting tighter too.’

Suddenly, they heard Melissa’s voice and Wen’s mercy pleading.

Wen (moaning desperately): ‘NO PLEASE! No.. AHHH!’

She shocked Wen through her nipples and grabbed Alvin’s head over them. He resumed sucking on them and Wen dare not say another word when she hovered the swatter over his ass.

*Mmmm!*

He almost bit her nipples off when the first slap excited him. His hips went faster and the both of them was moaning to the hastened mind-fuck. Melissa executed strokes on his bum as they enjoyed themselves, transferring some of the electrical shocks into Wen as well through his penis. Somehow, Wen liked it when Alvin was shocked.

Alvin (shouting): ‘I need to pee badly!’
Melissa: ‘Then let it out!’

Wen’s face turned into horror when she felt a strong gush of hot pee flush into her pussy, exiting in a spray-like fashion over her stuffed cunt. Melissa started spreading and flicking his pee over their bodies with her hand, coating them in a disgusting coat of ammonia. Luckily, Alvin was a non-drinker and only had water the previous night. So there wasn’t any strong smell.

After he was done, he resumed pounding the exhausted girl’s pussy with increasing vigour, delivering orgasms to her sensitive clit and G-spot. When the next smack descended on Alvin, a more powerful jolt made them both groan. Water, pee, whatever bodily liquid, was a great conductor of electricity.

Melissa raised the spreader bar up and instructed Alvin to get out, which he did promptly in fear.

Melissa: ‘Turn over Wen. Or I will shock him.’
Alvin: ‘Please Wen! Please please!’

Wen did a two point turn with the toy prying her legs open and went into doggie, officially out of sight with what would happen behind her. It was nothing scary when Alvin tucked his legs under the bar, engaging them in doggie style without much escape route. Alvin automatically plunged his dick into her and granted Wen a mind soothing sense of security, knowing that they had no reasons to be punished.

Melissa: ‘Are you all the way inside? Is he?’
Wen and Alvin: ‘Yes yes.’
Melissa: ‘Good. Hold her hair.’

Wen tilted her head back to let Alvin catch hold of her permed ends, ready to be fucked in her rear. But unexpectedly, Melissa stuck the racket on his butt and did not take it off immediately. The initial trembling turned into a convulsion that made Alvin rammed his cock in deep and hard, repeating it to take the pain away. For Wen, her G-spot was receiving orgasm-level kind of sensation and just kept cumming in loud moans.

The ten seconds Alvin had been electrocuted felt like hours to him, and when his cock regained feeling, Wen was too tight to continue fucking. Nonetheless, he bit his lips and pounded the blissful looking girl, eyes shut to the impending orgasms that her contracted pussy was getting.

Melissa did not touch them anymore and let him worked, allowing the ‘natural’ pleasure of sex recover in their privates. Gradually, the forceful fucking slowed down to a stop and ended Wen’s buffet of climaxes.

Alvin: ‘I’m almost cumming Wen. Melissa, shock me if you must. But I’m not going to cum inside her.’

Melissa: ‘Good. Take it out.’

He left her dripping wet hole and stood away from the bed, only to scream when Melissa tapped his dickhead with the racket. Melissa left him standing there and returned with another two patches of handkerchief, giving one to Alvin in his face. Wen no longer had any strength after the mindless sex and breathed in willingly, falling asleep right after that.

When she woke up, it was afternoon and her clothes were back, as if untouched. Party-like noises came from outside the door and true enough, everyone was just eating and drinking.

Wen: ‘Hi Alvin.’
Alvin: ‘Hey Wen. You slept for so long. Eat this.’

Confused, she ate the sandwich from Alvin and went back to pack her bags for the check out in the late evening. About fifteen minutes later, Alvin swung the door open to Wen’s room and Melissa was in his arms.

Alvin: ‘Move your stuff away! This bitch needs to be punished.’
Wen: ‘Wait. You mean it’s real?’
Alvin: ‘No shit. That’s why I didn’t let you touch the food and served you all the way.’

They tied her up while the rest of the bedrooms got busy with the other two ladies. Alvin brought a handkerchief laid with the drug she used on them and let her breath in the sexual-inducing medication. In less than a minute, she was up and struggling, begging to be fucked for anything.

Instead of torturing her, Alvin turned his attention to Wen, whom did not resist when he gave her a kiss. Right before Melissa’s eyes, the pair of horny lovebirds started stripping each other, hands running all over cock, pussy and boobs. In front of her, they began with doggie-style, Wen moaning extra slutty as Alvin happily pounded her pussy sore.

It was a consensual trade of lust between them, having her feminine body pounded by a fit, young man who was more than capable to fuck properly. The senseless jerking of Wen’s body on her knees drove Melissa crazy and only after they changed to missionary, did Wen help Melissa at all.

On her back, she reached for the pussy of her ‘master’ and pinched her clit, which Melissa was totally alright with. Alvin did not disappoint Wen as orgasms disrupted her tempo masturbating her supervisor, screams joining the the other torture/ pleasure rooms.

Alvin (whispering): ‘wen! I’m gonna cum soon.. ‘

Wen gave the sex-droid a grin and guided him to Melissa, who was dying from desperation. As Wen went to her side to attack her nipples, Alvin raised her feet high up into the air. In a swift, he pierced into her raw and Melissa went near unconscious. Thanks to her nipples, she sobered up when Wen sank her fingernails into the peaks, shocking her awake.

Wen: ‘Alvin is going to cum into you now.. It will be over soon.’

Alvin heard his new instructions and went all out, ramming his cock in full length into the dominant bitch. After two minutes of intense, sweat sprinkling, the stud unleashed his cum with powerful jerks to her pelvis, filling her up till cum overflowed out of her tight hole.

Like a scratch that temporarily not itch, Melissa stayed quiet for a while, and the pair got dressed with much excitement from their revenge. Once Melissa was back to her crazy state, the two model colleagues stayed by her side, helping her out till she was back to normal.

Well, the three ladies no longer played pranks in the office, and Melissa grew attached to Alvin not long after, who was Wen’s boyfriend as well. Unlike most love-triangle, the couple now has a ‘slave’ to do their bidding.

What would such an experience do to you guys?

Misty’s Fetish

After the hectic day at the office where Misty worked, her group of office staff agreed to dinner with the ground forces, mostly comprising of frontline service crew. One of the guys, Blake, was her eye candy at work and he would be there too.

Everyone reached the hawker centre after a fifteen minutes wait, and he showed up in the company’s polo tee unlike others.

Misty: ‘Wah. Blake so on ah. Free marketing for company.’
Guy: ‘Eh. Don’t disturb him like that leh. He stayed back to finish up the work for the rest of us.’

The tall, traditional Chinese guy had been in the company for close to five years. Using hardwork, he climbed to the position of Senior Supervisor which anyone else would be too stressed to take up. Despite his low education, his willingness to teach and guide earned him the respect of his team, even those who weren’t directly under him.

As the last bits of food was cleaned up by the guys, everyone tidied up and were ready to head home. Misty rarely had alcoholic drinks, but it was a day to relax and talk crap, so she had downed quite a number of mugs herself.

Blake: ‘Okay guys. Don’t come to work tomorrow hor. Have a good rest and we’ll chiong on Monday.’

A synchronised ‘ooosh‘ woke the drunken mood up and the ladies, with Misty, had to turn away in embarrassment. While some of them left for their cars, Misty, Blake and a few headed for the bus stop.

Blake: ‘Eh Mist, you forgot to wear bra today ah?’
Misty: ‘Got lah. This shirt is thinner la. Hum sup lou.’

The sheer black top did not hide the inner black spag she wore, but the unpadded bra could not do much about her nipples that could be noticed if one looked long enough. Somehow, she was glad to get his attention, and they had the privacy to talk alone behind the noisy group in front of them.

Misty: ‘Good hor you, a wife waiting at home.’
Blake: ‘Okay lah. The company give me high pay, I work longer hours lo. My wife understands. You? Always end work so late how to find boyfriend?’
Misty: ‘Don’t have boyfriend la. Earn money more important.’
Blake: ‘Haha. Then when you want to marry you can pick any one of my guys. I sure approve one.’
Misty: ‘Asshole. But I have someone I like in this company.’
Blake: ‘Eh! Who who! Don’t tell me James from your team hor. He don’t have balls yet.’
Misty (answering shyly): ‘No la. Your team de.’
Blake: ‘Say leh! Who? Me ah? I know you secretly in love with me la. I won’t tell anyone.’

If only he understood what kind of joke he cracked. Misty’s mind started wandering to scenes of his diligent mode giving instructions to his team, directing them with his strong arms, unkempt hair that made him looked so suave. On top of that, the fitting pair of jeans showed off his lean ass, straight-cut style right under his crotch.

Blake: ‘What bus you taking?’
Misty: ‘Dundred.’
Blake: ‘Same. You can continue dreaming. I’ll let you know when the bus come.’

They were the last at the bus stop while everyone hopped onto their own ride. Misty had snapped out of her fantasies and was noticing Blake, also deep in thoughts but probably about something more productive.

Misty (whispering): ‘You won’t mind if I like you right? You are already married.’
Blake: ‘Huh? You really like me ah? Shit man. *pause* I actually also quite like you. Too bad I’m married.’

Their bus finally came and they got on, sitting side-by-side to continue her proposal.

Misty: ‘Since you are married, I can’t ask you out right?’
Blake: ‘Haha. You can stay back with me in office ah. That will be our date lo.’

Throwing away all pride, she slipped her arm under his and placed her palm on his thigh, head leaning against his shoulder for comfort. He did not make any rejection signs, even putting his hand on her legs.

Blake: ‘Don’t text me funny things ah. If not I will have to marry you if my wife divorce me.’

The pair of matching black skirt made it worse with his fingers resting on her bare thighs, sending wild thoughts into her head. As erotic fantasies started building up again, the unconscious shifting of her hand had brought him into her world too.

As the bus emptied itself through the stops, her skirt was lifted higher by his muscular hand. At no time did he looked at her like a boyfriend, making the whole process feel like a stranger feeling her up.

Misty leaned herself on the window and brought her hand to his groin, squeezing it while he returned the favour by pressing onto her panties. The moisture that was already there made him grinned, but he did not stop rubbing.

Blake: ‘Shall we get off here? I’ll send you home with the company van.’

Right. The company van IS at his carpark.

The duo alighted and went to the multi-storey carpark, jumping into the back of the van once he started the air-conditioning. With no lights, they could only use the florescent lamps from the ceiling. Misty was already on the side of the van where least light could reach.

Blake (whispering): ‘No regrets?’

Misty no longer wanted to answer him and tugged at his belt, where he undid his jeans while she pulled her skirt and translucent blouse away. Her panties got flung into the darkness after he removed them, and he was soon lying by her side.

One of her hand got busy stroking him, and one of his was busy rubbing her out. His coarse finger felt really good as her clit was flicked in circles, messing up the rhythm for her handjob.

Misty (whispering): ‘You have a condom?’

Blake shook his head and told her about the vasectomy after his second kid, forcing her to make a choice she already knew the answer to. Not wanting to let time make things anymore awkward, Misty rolled over to dogggie facing the rear window and slant herself forward before he could put it in.

Blake (whispering): ‘Why?’
Misty (whispering): ‘Can you rape me?’

She flung the pile of nylon ropes across the floor and he caught them. He tied her hands behind her and secured her ankles together, then returning her to the doggie-style she wanted.

While Misty put up a little fight to resist his dick, he mercilessly yanked her hips back and wrapped his arms around her ribs, squeezing her sensitive pair of boobs till she stopped moving.

Blake: ‘That’s my good girl.’

That thick, hard manhood pierced into her and she screamed into her wrists. She had never been taken by force and his meat felt exceptionally huge inside her. Her pussy was ripped open beyond her own personal record and the violent thrusts stretched her vagina further inwards.

This strong man had fulfilled one of her desires to be raped, and her pussy just kept contracting with sheer happiness. Blake rammed really hard into her and those long strokes drove her mad. The fight in her disappeared like smoke and her body was giving in to him.

Blake (groaning): ‘So you prefer to be my slave huh?’
Misty (moaning): ‘Can I?’
Blake: ‘Of course! My wife likes to dominate me, and I can unleash onto you.’

A sudden rush of pain shot into her scalp as he grabbed her hair, pounding her fleshy bums onto his stiff hips. If she had felt correctly, he was getting bigger inside her.

In and out, Misty drifted from a clear mind to a half-fucked sanity. Each orgasm had taken a little of her life with it and she was backing up on him before she realised. It’s like – her body wanted more.

Getting so close to blacking out, Blake was moving at a speed that caused her pussy to be ‘burping’. He was getting overpowered by her tightness, it seems.

Blake: ‘I’m cumming!’

A strong push knocked her off balance and she fell forward. He flipped her around like a piece of dough and held her legs up with one hand. His dick poked through her thighs (that was tied together) and she was looking right at his cannon appearing and disappearing before her.

Moments later, a loud grunt came and white cream spat onto her chest. After the first two squirts, the rest oozed out over her legs and down to her pussy, which she knew she had nothing to worry about.

Blake untied her as soon as he was done and cleaned her lifeless body up, paying extra attention to massage those sore breasts and clit while at it. As soon as he was done, he got her to strip naked and kneel on some soft foam.

With cleverly positioned knots, he made a ‘G-string’ and ‘bra’ for her. For the part of the rope running under her pussy, a few knots provided something to rub against, and the bra simply made her free-hanging boobs into firm, tight buns.

He did not give her much time to check out the DIYed lingerie, instead, helping her dress up quickly so she could go home and enjoy. On the journey home, Misty could only feel her sore breasts and occasional rubs of her pussy.

But when she straightened her legs to get off his van, the rope sank deep between her pussy, and caused her to crumble onto the ground. The torture was too much for her to bear at once.

Blake: ‘You can cut the ropes if you want. I’ll see you tomorrow k? At the office.’

Holding onto the door handles, she had to clarify the arrangement.

Misty: ‘You know we’re not open tomorrow right?’
Blake: ‘Yupp. No one will be there ah. My wife don’t know the office is closed. So I can still meet you. If you change your mind, just text me k?’

Luckily for the flats she wore, the walk home was not too awkward and before long, she was ready for the much needed shower. Standing naked in front of her mirror, she looked exactly like one of those Japanese porn stars doing bondage gig.

The loop around her waist had eaten into her hips and raising it would send tingles through her pussy into her mind. Heck, she took a quick shower before putting on some decent clothes to cover up. Ready for bed in no time.

Unlike the nights she had before, there were no thoughts of random stuff. They were all sex related. As she adjusted the rope on her pussy, the knots kept rubbing her clit till she climaxed against her tiredness.

Damn, this has either got to be the best or worst night in my life.

As the orgasms wore her body out, darkness came for her and overtook her eyes for some super wet dreams.

The next day, she skipped the morning shower and went to ‘work’ in t-shirt and shorts. When Blake saw her in the office, there was a dark patch of wetness between her legs, which she did not realise.

Blake: ‘I think you need to wear a liner. You’re too wet.’

Their clothes came off quickly and their boss’ table was the first to be tested for stability and reliability.