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.

A Pet for Three

This is the second story Jhae has written for Kathy, the author of Kathy’s Diary (now defunct). It’s a foursome story that have appeared on her blog, and it’s now my turn to publish it.

Kathy has long gotten used to being a pet. Listening to commands, awaiting her turn for orgasms, paying attention to the man before her, those were the things she was used to. When Master A allowed her to meet up with me on her own, I wanted to introduce something new to her. Though I’m not sure if she had done it before, it’s the people who are involved that will be new.

I reached the hotel earlier than her to set up the room, slightly bigger than the previous venue we had our fun in. Apart from the cameras, there were also two other guys I invited. Both were my readers, one in his 30s and the other in his teens. As planned, the three of us had masks on, Marvel superheroes to be exact. There was Spidey, Iron Man, and Hulk. For our own ease of recognition, the youngest among us had the Iron Man on, and the oldest had the Hulk.

Kathy (WhatsApp): ‘I’m outside the room.’

Hulk let her in and the shocked expression of her was a sight to behold. Although it was a bigger room, the crowd in there made it look happening.

Kathy: ‘Wow. So many people? I thought you said.. where are you Master J?’
Me: ‘It doesn’t matter which one is me. Put your bag down and lie on the bed.’

The three of us were seated like kings in front of the window and Kathy dropped her bag in a corner, removing the cardigan she had over a floral dress. We gathered around the bed and started the inspection, conveniently stripping her naked and turning parts of her body to see if she had cleaned herself well.

Her ears were tickled, mouth dug into to make sure she brushed, nipples twisted to stiffness to ensure she was ready, and legs spread so we could see if it was properly shaved.

Our underwear came off together and we returned to the chair.

Hulk: ‘You can start with mine.’

He lit a cigarette as she came over, kneeling between his legs and taking his cock into her mouth. While she worked, we introduced ourselves and picked on a topic I’ve planned.

Me: ‘How shall we start after she’s done?’
Iron Man: ‘I want to continue using her mouth can?’
Me: ‘Can. And Hulk?’
Hulk: ‘I’m going to start fucking her if you don’t mind.’
Me: ‘Alright. And I guess I’ll have to keep her hands busy. Oh. Maybe we can try DP. Iron Man never done it before right?’
Iron Man: ‘Nope. Hope it’s nicer than normal sex.’

Being the youngest guy among us, he was attached to a loving girlfriend. But never had any chance to do anything out of the world. Surely, anal would be something new.

Hulk: ‘Move on. I’m done.’

Kathy crawled to me and continued sucking, while Hulk went into the toilet to wash and get a condom. Kathy was totally insignificant in our conversation, only required to keep us hard. After two minutes, I had enough and passed her to Iron Man.

He started groaning as she went down on him and we could tell he was the most excited.

Hulk: ‘Iron Man, go to the bed and let her continue.’

He brought her to the bed and Kathy remained in doggy, slurping wetly on his iron-cock. Hulk went behind her and fingered her pussy, ensuring that she was wet enough so it wouldn’t hurt. By the bed was a few bottles of liquid, lubricants and massage oil in case we needed them.

Iron Man: ‘Kathy, you okay?’
Me: ‘Eh. Don’t need to ask her anything. Just lie down and enjoy.’

Kathy moaned louder when she felt Hulk’s tool penetrate her pussy, sinking in like a long sword. Her legs almost slid open flat but Hulk held her waist. As for me, I sat beside Iron to get her handjob, clumsily trying to focus on the one dick her teeth might hurt.

Hulk’s forceful thrusts jerked her onto Iron Man’s dick, giving him the deep throat he wasn’t ready for. Every stroke was wetter and deeper, causing Iron Man to groan uncontrollably.

Me: ‘Your girlfriend don’t do this for you?’
Iron Man: ‘She only suck for a while. Then we will have normal sex.’
Hulk: ‘My wife.. she’s not as tight as Kathy.. ‘

He was squeezing her ass hard as his hips pumped, finally hearing some moans with the dick in Kathy’s mouth.

Hulk: ‘Iron Man, let’s stop for a while. Turn her around. I want to feel her boobs this time.’

The three of us turned her head to the foot of the bed, dangling her neck over the edge. Hulk sat on her chest with his dick in her cleavage and I squatted at her mouth. While Iron Man took his time to put on the condom, the two older guys (Hulk and I) started. I was fucking her deep throat like missionary and Hulk was playing with her breasts mercilessly. He had rubbed some Durex warming lubricant for the boob-job and he was enjoying thoroughly.

Hulk: ‘If only my wife has her boobs.’
Me: ‘Are you in yet Iron Man?’
Iron Man: ‘Now now.’

The parting of her lips signalled the extra pleasure at her groin. Iron was pounding her so hard that the both of us above her waist lost all momentum. As usual, his groans overpowered our voices and her throat just kept squeezing erratically on my dick head.

A few minutes later, I pulled out first to let her breath, and the two guys stopped shortly after.

Hulk: ‘Iron Man! Ready for the DP?’
Iron Man: ‘I’m afraid I’ll cum too fast.’
Me: ‘Nevermind la. I think I’m going to cum soon too.’

Kathy was never given the chance to speak since she was panting most of the time. She was looking so tired that her sluggish movements could not pick herself up. I laid on the bed and Kathy climbed over me. She had done the job of putting myself inside her and Iron kneeled behind her.

A few moments of silence later, her face squinted hard as Iron Man grunted, plus a thumbs up from Hulk who guided him in. Hulk came over to my head and leaned on the wall, balls right in front of me.

Hulk: ‘Pai seh ah. Might as well do TP – triple penetration.’

Hulk pulled Kathy’s mouth over his dick and left her alone. Both Hulk and I then coincidentally told Iron Man the same thing.

Hulk & Me: ‘You’ll be controlling the speed.’

We fist-bumped and Iron Man started thrusting. Slowly but deeply, the thin wall that separated our dicks got super slippery. It only took him a while to reach his comfortable speed and Kathy was full of moans from the three dicks.

Her pussy was overwhelmingly tight on my dick and her anus was overbearing for Iron Man. His sudden screams of vulgarities said it all. Hulk had his own share of fun by holding her head straight, body jerking by Iron Man’s sheer force.

Iron (shouting): ‘You’re so fucking tight!’
Hulk: ‘You are trying to suck me dry huh little bitch?’

I was long out of my mind from her tightness that was turning my vision white. My brains had flashes of numbness and I bet the two of them felt the same too. Hulk’s wobbling feet and Iron’s increasing frequent pauses.

Iron Man (shouting): ‘I’m going to cum guys!’
Hulk: ‘Hey! Let’s cum together?’
Me: ‘Good idea.’

Iron Man went on pumping at his max speed for a while more before slowing down. The three of us, now breathless and super horny, couldn’t wait to get out of her crazy body that was trying to addict us.

We surrounded her on the bed and Hulk went back to her pussy. Both Iron Man’s and my dick were in her hands, stroking us at unbelievable pace. We aimed our dicks at her face and let her carry on.

Close to three minutes later, Hulk suddenly let his dick flick out and waded over to her chest. Another few jerks of his own rod sent hot cum spraying all over her face. Iron and I took her hands off our meat too and jerked till our load covered her face in a cum-mask.

Me: ‘This is crazy man.’
Iron Man: ‘Let’s help her clean up. She can’t see.’

Hulk walked over with her panties and placed it in her hand, where she tried to soak up the impossibly thick coat of semen. Once she could open her eyes, we ordered her to smear the cum over her body, while we watched on our chairs.

Me: ‘Kathy, help us clean up with your mouth.’

With cum in her hair and all over her face, she came over to us one by one and sucked up all the juices over our dicks. After she was done, we allowed her into the bathroom while we wore our clothes back.

Hulk: ‘Kathy, we have asked Master A to come up here for the rest of the night. The three of us booked this room for you.’
Me: ‘Let’s not forget to give her a review. Iron Man first?’
Iron Man: ‘I can tell her mouth was well-trained, but her teeth still scraped my dick a few times. Ass wise, tight and seldom used. Not for beginners like me.’

Hulk: ‘She’s a good sex slave to own at home. And even better for gatherings like this. Her mouth had a lot of training, and pussy lots of fucking. Not too tight that I will cum too fast, a nice fit for long, insane sex. Oh! And her boobs. Soft and addictive. If only I can cut them off.’

Me: ‘Haha. Crazy Hulk huh? Kathy actually kept her pussy squeezed throughout the whole session. Her hands need more practice though, too easily distracted. Mouth wise, mindblowing. I would not mind paying her for blowjobs. Probably worth $50.’

The three of us thanked each other before picking up our bags. We handed over the card key to Kathy and left together, unmasking at the first trashcan we saw in the corridor.

Kathy (WhatsApp): ‘Thanks Master J for organising it. You guys really make me feel like a pet. Hulk was really big, and Iron Man’s dick is really cute. Smaller but super energetic. And for Master J, I know which one is yours.’
Me (WhatsApp): ‘I’ll let the guys know. Master A is coming up now. Get ready. I’ll send you the videos once I edited them.’
Kathy (WhatsApp): ‘Xoxo!’

One Pet for Two

This story is written for a fellow blogger, Kathy, who writes and share pictures of her endowed figure on the blog, Kathy’s Diary, which is now defunct. This story has appeared on her blog, and is my turn to publish it for those who missed it.

A Pet – I’ve always wanted to know how does having a pet would feel like. Would it be a total domination? Or will my own principles stop be from being too inhumane?

When Kathy sent an email to me about an opportunity to understand a mind like hers, I felt more curious than excited. It was the ‘hopefulness’ of owning a pet, nor getting the experience of controlling one, but rather, the mindset and mental state of one.

Kathy (Whatsapp): ‘Hotel 81, Princess, tonight at 4pm?’

Me (Whatsapp): ‘Yeah. I’m about to head out now.’

Upon reaching the hotel, I checked into the room to see the lock engaged to keep the door ajar. Entering it showed me a little more of the (helpless?) daring state of Kathy, wearing just her bra and panties lying on the bed.

An open laptop on the small dresser was facing her, streaming live feed to a frame where only the chest of a male was showing.

Kathy: ‘Master A wanted to help too. So he will be watching.’

Me: ‘So it will be like live porn?’

Kathy: ‘Yeah. I’m to.. listen to his command if you are too shy.’

Me: ‘Have you done this before?’

Kathy: ‘On camera, yes. But live, no. And you’re the first guy he allowed to touch me after he owns me.’

Having no idea on how to start, I only dropped my bag in a corner, and set up my own camera in video recording mode on the keyboard area of the laptop.

Me: ‘I haven’t really.. umm.. been invited to such stuff.’

A pair of hand started typing in the webcam feed and I was able to read it.

I’ll tell her what to do. Master J, can you ask Kathy to wear to earpiece?

I told her his wish and she tucked her hair behind her ear to stick a bluetooth headset in. A moment of silence later, she moved herself to one side of the bed and flipped the blanket open for me to join her. As I got all snuggly next to her, she removed her panties and brought a carrot between her legs.

Teasing her own pussy, one of her hands came over to my dick, fondling it as moans escaped her mouth. It seemed that Master A had never allowed pleasure to just be a one-way thing, making sure I was getting all heated up at the same time. Soon, the carrot was sliding in and out of her, and the handjob got more intense.

Me (moaning): ‘Do you like being a pet?’

Kathy (moaning): ‘I like to please Master, even if it means giving in to him all the time.’

Me: ‘What do you get out of it?’

Kathy (moaning): ‘He.. ahh.. he wants me to be less selfish. So I listen to him. He is actually helping me to control myself. If not, I’ll just be.. ahh!’

Her body shook gently and I knew she came while answering my question. Since I was supposed to be telling her what to do, it’s time for me to get started too.

Me: ‘Okay. Lie down in front of me, I want your mouth nearby.’

She gladly did it and was all ready to work her neck. Once she was lying on my thigh with her legs opened sideways, carrot still thrusting, I handed out my second command.

Me: ‘Keep your mouth near my dick. And continue with that carrot.’

Kathy: ‘You want me to suck it?’

Me: ‘You’ll be punished if you do it.’

Kathy: ‘You mean if I don’t do it?’

Me: ‘Nope. You heard it right. Go on.’

I kept her mouth hovering over my dick, ignoring the occasional contact of her lips on my rod, while she pumped the veggie deeper and faster, to get to the next orgasm. It was all but interesting to see how she held herself back from giving what that desperate dick in front of her wanted, and that orgasm almost caused her to lose balance and disobeyed.

Me: ‘Came? Good. Kneel in front of me now, and let the carrot slide out of your pussy. I only want you to keep the tip inside.’

She no longer questioned me and went to work. From her unwilling fidgeting, it was harder than ‘not sucking the dick in front of you’. A light tap on her head sent her mouth over my shaft, sucking me as she held her butt away from her feet. A few times the carrot fell out, but she got it back to where I told her. And for the other few times that the carrot caused a moan from her, I would push her head down into my groin and hold it to suffocate her a bit.

Me: ‘Okay. Now you understand the difference between Master A and J?’

The red-eye girl nodded faithfully and looking at the laptop, a thumbs up was in front of the naked chest.

Me: ‘Now, I want you to lie down.’

She took my position on the bed and readjusted her so she was sitting up towards me. I sat in front of her and my dick was inches away from her, so close yet all she could felt was the accidental brushes I made on her clit. After I kickstarted the handjob, she went at it, unknowingly pulling me closer and closer to her.

Me: ‘You want it inside?’

Kathy: ‘Yeah. Can I?’

I guided her back onto the bed and moved my hips closer, raw flesh touching the wet folds of meat. There was almost an invisible force drawing me right in. I let her pull my rod in and her legs docked me tightly.

We did not spend any time savouring the fit and began fucking, thrusting my dick in and out of Kathy. To make up for the size, I went as fast as I could from the beginning, sending her into screams as it licked her ‘top’ of her vagina continuously.

I was at the mercy of her wetness too, negating all the friction and human limits. While she was moaning in pleasure, I was grunting in agony of the speed I was solely responsible for.

We lasted for about ten minutes, before it was too tiring for me and I stopped. The hyped up Kathy was trying to put ‘me’ back when I had to stop her verbally.

Me: ‘No. No more. I want you to suck me off.’

I stood by the bed and turned the webcam into our direction, as she energetically sat down with legs wide open.

Me: ‘You can use the carrot for now.’

As soon as the carrot was in, her mouth was at where it belonged too. Slurping hungrily, all I needed to do was to relax. The tongue kept spreading saliva around and she found the comfortable tempo to go all the way.

Minutes of the fast and furious oral sex pushed me to my toes and I was at the verge of cumming for almost a minute straight.

Me: ‘I’m going to cum. Take it all in.’

Her lips squeezed tighter together and at that moment, my balls rapidly contracted, blowing my load into her mouth that was sucking as I came. One of her hand kept teasing my balls and the other was around my butt, pulling me closer to reach the base of my shaft.

After some time, I was totally drained both mentally and physically. Kathy got off my dick after I told her to and the carrot was just sliding in and out of her slowly.

Me: ‘Cum another time for me. I’m pleased with your performance.’

She masturbated herself to another orgasm, before throwing the carrot into the bin. The webcam went dark and it was just me and her in the room.

Kathy: ‘Can I suck you off again?’

Me: ‘He’s not here anymore.’

Kathy: ‘I know. It’s the first time he allowed me to do with someone else. So I want to make it worthwhile.’

By then, I was all soft, but the diligent lady did not give up. This time, I laid on the bed and she bent over to take my dick once again into her mouth. By then, I was exhausted, and her lips and tongue worked differently. It was slow, sensual and attentive.

Beyond my hardness, her delicateness stroked the most sensitive parts til I came again, harder and much more than the first. She took every drop into her mouth without a flinch, swallowing it before my eyes once she was done.

Me: ‘Is he coming up for you?’

Kathy: ‘Nope. He is at home. I’m going off too.’

She led me into the narrow standing shower and cleaned me up, making me feel like a kid washed by an adult. We left the hotel together and I could only feel proud when eyes were set on her, the well-endowed body with 36C firmly stuck on her chest.

Kathy: ‘I want to meet you again if he allows.’

Me: ‘Me too. You’re a nice pet.’

We boarded the same bus and on the upper deck, I took out the gift I almost forgotten. It was a Benwa Ball set that I had excess stock off. Immediately, she removed the packaging and inserted it under her dress, panties stretched out of the way. It tingled her then-sensitive pussy and kept her smiling till she alighted.

Kathy: ‘Master will be happy knowing that I enjoyed myself. Thank you Master J.’

As of now, we have been text till her husband needs her. That being his turn to get some of the love she showed to us through the photos on her blog.

Following Strangers

James headed back to the library for the last part of his project, dressed smartly in a suit and croc-skin leather shoes. No one else had anything as formal as him, but it was his daily outfit, especially going anywhere further than two blocks from his house.

Girl (whispering): ‘Hey!’

The school uniform clad girl waved at him with such delight he could not feign coolness and ignore her. He had sat at the same spot for the four days of research and she was always there, alone working on her textbooks.

Girl (whispering): ‘What do you work as?’

James signalled for her to stop talking and scribbled the answer on a piece of blank paper, sliding it to her.

Scientist

She turned the words around towards him and drew a :) smiley next to it, causing him to lose his focus and returned a smile at her. He was there to finalise his report and it took no longer than thirty minutes, where he then packed and got ready to leave.

The student suddenly started packing her books as well and a midair ‘stop’ sign made him hold back from standing up, and she quickly threw her bag over her shoulders.

Girl (whispering): ‘Where are you going?’

His lips read ‘office’ and she pulled the straps tighter on her bag. They walked out of the library and went into his car, where she sat casually as though he had agreed to let her follow him.

They drove to a dull looking building about ten minutes away and a quick flash of his access card slide the glass door open. They went past a few more doors within and stopped at his office, where a fold out bed among a bookshelf got her attention.

James went to work on his laptop for a while more, sending the documents into the intranet network before taking his coat off, leaning back on his lavish leather-lined office chair relaxed.

Girl: ‘Your office is so cool! What kind of scientist are you?’

His fingers pointed to a rectangular glass box as he walked to it, retrieving a metallic flask that showed a blue liquid through a narrow window. He then went over to the sweet little girl and unscrewed the lid, holding it near her nose for her to take a deep breath in.

An icy chill ran through her spin to immobilise her limbs but it felt more like a relaxation med than an evil one. He hooked a earpiece-like device to her left ear and then placed an identical one on his. Her eyes were fixated on the earpiece he had that blinked a few times before the green light stay lit.

Mysteriously, her hands started to move towards her top and began unbuttoning it, stripping herself naked almost naturally. She knew he was doing something to her but did not know what it was. It didn’t matter if he saw her naked cause he did nothing to scare her.

Squinting her eyelids a little, she imagined him loosening his tie and he did, with a few seconds delay. Before she got him naked, he had her fingers on her pussy, rubbing pleasure into her mind. As hard as she tried, she got his hand on his dick as well, jerking his erection in her direction.

The whole awkward scene continued for about three minutes, to each of them trying to stay focused. James who was nude, had defined abs to make her view more pleasant. He knew how to override the control and she quickly learnt that as well. With sheer force, they could stop doing what their partners wanted but it would meant losing control too.

James then made a short whistle to get her attention, and bite his teeth twice to make two click sounds. The curious lady did the same and a little ache was felt on the temple on the side where she wore the controller. The eye nearest to that ache flashed a few times and they had exchanged the view of one eye with each other.

A new sensation of pleasure filled one side of her body, feeling exactly what he felt when she made him masturbate for him. He too, had felt the same soothing, calm waves through his privates as she fingered herself, bringing their mutual mind-control to the next level.

Once they were accustomed to the foreign nature of the pleasure, he made her hold his dick and leaned her head closer to it, opening her mouth wide with sheer imagination. With single vision, he moved her head back and forth over his dick, sucking and licking his dick that was twitching in her mouth.

She did not just let him get his way too, making him reach forward with his hands on her nipples and toying with them, causing moans to happen. After a few minutes, she got him to pull away and he turned her over on her own, raising her ass into doggie.

Now, she is fully aware that her virginity was about to be taken. And she could easily end all this by taking the earpiece on. Instead, her mind was picturing a scene, one she felt at a hundred percent real-time. His hands went on her waist and his hips moving forward at her pussy, where she could see through the ‘eye-sharing’.

She was in fact, taking her own virginity with another body. No matter how she imagined him to stop right there, the movements of her pussy got her moving in another direction.

Within a minute, he was grunting like a bear, having his dick sinking into a pussy way younger than girls his age. It was small, warm and overwhelmingly wet. He could feel his anus clenching at the same time she tightened. The poor but horny girl on the other hand, was feeling the rhythmic throbs of his manhood, with an urge to thrust.

During the struggle to push James out, he was certain there was no way to overpower an unwilling girl and wanted to give up on his experiment. Somehow, an invisible force shoved him right back in and all resistance was broken.

Take it deep Clara!‘, she screamed loudly as his body lost all control, ramming his groin on her thighs. In response to her submission, he gave his anus a little push and felt her squeeze down on him, so ever breath-taking that cause Clara to moan out loud.

James placed her hands on the wall and pushed herself backwards while she forced him to pound her harder, totally blowing her own mind with her umm.. own mind.

The compounded effect of pleasure drove their bodies to release a lethal dose of adrenaline, fucking each other at speeds never designed for her small frame to handle. Orgasms were felt throughout his body and the urge to cum simply hovered around his balls without any chance to ejaculate.

It could be that he wasn’t present in his own mind, or that she had no idea how to ‘shoot’.

Immediately, he slowed his thoughts down and Clara regained her sanity, ending his merciless rampage through her own pussy.

Clara: ‘You need to cum.’

James sighed when he heard that and stumbled on the bed enlightened. All of a sudden, he felt her control over him weaken and she was kneeling between his legs, head closing in on his dick. He closed his eyes and pictured the most perfect blowjob, executed by a defenceless sweetheart that let him did what he wished for.

Those luscious pink lips stroked his shaft continuously, and he could feel how his throat was tickled by the deep throat. Things never felt so peaceful for him before and he just kept her going. He did not forget her needs and placed her hand on her pussy, touching that tiny clit while she sucked him off.

Gradually, his biological response returned and his body loaded his load seamlessly, pulling the trigger to empty his rounds into her mouth. Not wanting her to take it unwillingly, he let her mouth opened in front of his dick when he sprayed and all of it was caught perfectly.

He had her reach for a box of tissue nearby and spat it out, all and every drop of the thick, white fluid he gave her.

Both of them panting, he clicked his teeth before her and guided her to remove the earpiece. When she took it off, her body collapsed to the side and she was barely awake.

He went over to her side and planted a kiss on her forehead, before tucking her under the sheets.

When Clara woke up, he was in his chair, and a gorgeous two-piece outfit was on her. A spaghetti top with an overlay of straps hanging freely on her back, black and thin enough for the all-year summer weather. For her bottoms, it was a thigh-length skirt with beautiful, intricate, curly lines sewn into it, made of materials thick enough to eliminate her worries of it being too sheer.

Clara: ‘My uniform?’

He pointed the end of his pen to the bag at the edge of the bed and she hugged the most memorable school experience in her arms. James took his bag and then hers, walking out to the secretive rows of doors and into the carpark.

A quick input of her six digit postal code later, they were on their way home. Right before she undid her seatbelt, he held her head in his hands and gave her another peck.

Clara: ‘Will you call me or something?’

He took his phone from the dashboard and scrolled a few pages, to her name and phone number. With another delighted cute smile from the innocent school girl, she left his car and went straight to the lift landing.

James (whispering): ‘Scientist’

And that’s how she would remember him by for the rest of their days of experiments to come.

A Little Monster

Me: ‘Amy, you have not tried this before right?’
Amy: ‘What? I can’t even see anything.’

A strap fell over her thighs and she remained still while I tied her legs opened. Her hands were free but she wasn’t going to do anything with them, except maybe to hang on for her dear life for what’s about to come.

I disappeared from the bed for a moment and returned with my Dremel, outfitting a thin dildo to the rotary head. The lights came on and blinded her for a few seconds, but the expression that appeared on her face was more of a shock than surprise.

Amy: ‘What’s that?!’
Me: ‘A little DIY project? It will spin and thrust at the same time. I ordered this from some 3D printer company online.’
Amy: ‘It’s supposed to be a construction tool of some kind right? Oh my god.. ‘

Her legs wide opened, I teased her clit for a while and the dildo went in easily. Her grip tightened on the old wooden headboard as she felt me pushing the handheld motor a few times, trying hard to keep her face straight before the real action began.

Amy: ‘You’re not going to turn off the lights?’
Me: ‘I want to see you.’

As the Dremel cannot be operated with one hand, I ended the short foreplay and pushed the switch to ‘1’. The spinning of the ribbed vibrator was slow (in comparison to its max speed), and it got her moans started.

Though it was loud, there was no one else at home. It was just me, her and the harmless looking Dremel. The thrust-motion was actually a physical attachment at the connector head, two sets of ‘teeth’ enabled it to make those ever short jerks. Thankfully for the ball-bearings, if not my arm would be vibrated off before she could get a orgasm.

Once it was running, my thumb was all it needed to get it to speed ‘2’, and Amy began to go into a fit. Imagine her body lying still, but the toy piercing into her kept thrusting. Juices leaked like a broken tap all over the bed but the moans she made was worth it.

Her eyes rolled white and fists stayed clenched, at the mercy of the Dremel going into speed ‘5’. The well-endowed girl suddenly looked pitiful, and I wasn’t going to stop.

Amy (shouting): ‘J!!! I’m going weak!’

Those were the last words from her as she sank into limbo, body trembling peaceful as the machine whined away. I had kept the whole set up as deep as she could take, with an inch or so of grace.

After I noticed the tears coming out of her eyes, the Dremel was shut off immediately and placed out of the way.

Me: ‘Hey! Are you okay?’
Amy (answering weakly): ‘Yeah. I’m still climaxing.. ‘

Her body did not stop shaking till five minutes later, when her soft hand went around my dick. Throughout the slow jerking, there were moments of pause. She would tell me that she came even when I did not touch her down there anymore.

Packing up the bed and loosening the straps, she appeared too tired to be up for anything else. In my mind, I was pleased with her getting too much pleasure. That’s a perk from being with someone who DIYs a bit right?

We fell asleep together shortly after, and when her fingers went around my dick again, it was time to wake up. She had lowered herself to my waist level and the opening of her mouth dropped me back on the pillow.

Her warm jaws took me in and worked up and down the shaft, sending waves of pleasure across my body. Midway, another pause came and she was moaning as though an orgasm had occurred.

Amy: ‘Shit. I think I just came again. I can still feel the toy inside me.’

Too distraught, a handjob finished my share of fun in her mouth and she climbed back into bed.

Me (whispering): ‘Let’s get dressed. It’s getting late.’

The momentary freezes came randomly beyond our understanding, but it got her hugging my arm with it happened.

After she reached home, there was no more messages from her till the next day.

Amy (WhatsApp): ‘J, I didn’t sleep much last night. I can’t stop cumming with I think about the drill. And the orgasms kept happening even though I didn’t do anything.’
Me (WhatsApp): ‘Let’s not use that again. I think it’s too powerful.’
Amy (WhatsApp): ‘Noooo.. I like it! Again tonight? I’m going to cum in the bus right now. Argh!’

The next call I received from her was from the toilet at her office. She masturbated and came while whispering my name, clearly enjoying the (un)wanted orgasms she got at random times of the day.

Did I awaken something inside her with that Dremel of mine?

Absent Panties

Michael (shouting): ‘LIFT YOUR DRESS UP!’

Shivering in fear, the skinny, malnourished girl raised her clenched fist holding the edge of her partially see-through white dress, and a bare ass revealed itself without a hint of a g-string on it.

Michael: ‘You went out without panties again. You know where to stand right?’

His hand reached behind the sofa and a rattan cane with a yellow J handle appeared. Melissa held the centre of her dress in front of her stomach and turned herself sideways, between Michael’s legs. He tested the flexibility of the cane by making a few strokes in the air, each wave swooshing louder than the previous.

He casually pried one of her ass cheeks open and saw the silver buttplug intact, mentally reducing her sentence.

Michael: ‘Ready!’

*Piak*

He waited for three seconds for the pink line to show itself on her butt, and a snot of her nose came softly. The second and third took as long but his eyes were on her legs. He had held one of her thighs with his huge palm to keep her from moving, partly to swing his cane on the same line. The pain travelling up her spine merely multiplied as he counted to six, and a wet trail seeped into his fingers.

Michael: ‘I will increase the strokes if you do it again.’

She nodded with fear and turned towards him, holding the waistband of his shorts while he stood up. In a moment, he was naked and his closed legs signified only one thing. She climbed onto the sofa with one knee and went over his lap, pussy dripping clear, white liquid over his dick while she did that.

His dick gave her the first inch and the rest of it came when he pushed her hips down, flattening the sore ass on his legs. The pain could only be relieved by the pleasure that was shooting through her pussy, through a grinding motion that got her moaning.

Michael was pleased with her enthusiasm, riding his long dick while she eased the pain. Nonetheless, every second on her butt reminded her of why she went pantyless in the first place.

Michael: ‘Let’s change to doggy.’

The teary-eyed girl went on her fours on the sofa, senses too messed up to pay any attention to the TV. He forced his rod into her pussy and came in full contact with the freshly inflicted brusies, ramming continuously to her mixed cries.

A part of her was in pleasure, and the other kept fighting to tell her that the pain was more serious than getting fucked right then. Powerless, the pain mysteriously got ‘pulled’ into her pussy, amplifying the orgasms that came shortly after they got into doggie.

Each climax rendered her weaker as her chest touched the couch, ass bouncing his dick that was stabbing her non-stop. Tears started flowing more uncontrollably as he increased his speed, groaning in ecstasy at the expense of the abused little girl.

Michael (whispering): ‘Feeding time.’

She obediently crawled away and waited for him to return to his seat, before bending her back over his lap. Mouth positioned in front of his dick, he pulled her head towards his dick and bounced her like a basketball.

Keeping her lips tightly pressed together, it was the second ‘meal’ of her day. Barely filling, but that was all she was allowed to have at home. The low pitch of his groans came increasingly faster, and her throat was beginning to get less choking from the speed boost.

The moment her face got buried in his groin, she knew it was coming. His dick swelled up like a meat pipe and the huge load of cum overflowed the tip, collecting behind her sealed lips. With some of it stuck midway in her throat, the relieve came when he tapped her head, allowing her to finally take it out.

Two prominent loud gulps cleared her mouth and she went back to clean his manhood up with her mouth. Going back into her room, a nightgown replaced her white dress and the buttplug was washed and returned to its spot. Lying on the bed, thoughts of her outfit the next day kept her awake, for her wardrobe only had short, revealing dresses and skirts never meant to wear in any educational institute.

Melissa (WhatsApp): ‘Katlin, can you bring your jacket for me tomorrow?’
Kaylin (WhatsApp): ‘Katlin’s getting fucked right now, but I’ll pass your message along.’

Her classmate, is also a slave, but under a different master. A slave who is in chains and locks all the time, who luckily owns many jackets and clothes that hid her fetishes well. On a daily basis, Melissa would pass her panties to her and a jacket would be loaned to her in exchange. One of them loved to get caned, and the other, to be dangerously exposing her restraints without a pullover.

Flipped Around

Lily (shouting): ‘Come in now.’

To think that an older guy like me, has to be commanded was kind of shameful, but there wasn’t anyone to judge in the house. Still in my suit and blazer, I entered the minimalist-designed bedroom of my mistress and stood before her.

She was an eighteen year old girl who was still in poly, and the way she dressed didn’t even look anything like her age. Wearing a pair of tiny skirt and tank top, her figure was barely fitting into the outfit that looked like it came out from the children’s section.

Lily: ‘What? You don’t know what to do?’

I began stripping myself and then helped her to get naked, throwing a thin satin scarf around her neck as soon as she was in the nude. I went closer to the bed and took a moment, while she adjusted her iPhone on the ledge of the night stand next to her bed.

Holding her head with both hands, I led her to my dick, that was totally uninterested. It was after all a blackmail that got me into this mess, and she continued ‘adding’ content to the stash of compromising evidence by recording our trysts portraying her as the ‘victim’.

Between my hands, her face was mostly obstructed and her mouth took my flaccid dick in, suckling on it like a baby bottle. In less than a minute, I was growing harder with a view from the top, watching a little girl suck on my dick as though I was in control. Gradually, her strokes got longer and most of my shaft was penetrating into her lips.

Her tongue, kept sliding around my dick head to get me to groan and I did. She had been using me to practice whatever skills she needed. Imagine getting paid to be pleasured and still have control, that was Lily for you.

Lily: ‘Mister, please take control.’

Finally, it was that ‘time’ again, where I had to pretend I was the one fucking her at her expense. Even though I knew I was being commanded, there were certain things I could do freely. Like..

Pushing her down onto the bed, I fiercely raised her legs into the air. In that position, her pussy was in full view, just inches away from my dick. Having lubricated by her saliva, there was no need to wait for her to get wet. I leaned closer to her and split her pussy with my fingers, before poking the tip in.

A loud scream from her did not last after I covered her mouth, and the rest of my dick went into her unprepared pussy. Rough and full of friction, I endured the glowing heat and rammed into her, exacting my revenge at my own loss.

She began struggling from pain not long later, but could not overpower me at all. I pinned her head to the side and continued fucking her, slamming our hips together in loud echoes.

Lily (shouting): ‘It’s fucking hot down there! Take it out!’
Me: ‘It will go away soon. Just bear with it.’

I slowed down to let her pussy start wetting itself and went on with the deep pumps once I felt there were enough. Her arms grabbed whatever sheets she could on the bed as her vagina took the full wrath with no mercy.

Frankly speaking, I was just acting my role and did not care about her, especially not after the emotional and mental torture she put me through for the last few weeks.

As soon as her body went weak from my ferocious fucking, I placed her feet together and flipped her over, dragging her waist backwards to raise her ass for me. In that doggie position, I dipped my rod in for the second time and hammered her innards to a mess. Her body kept twitching and the struggles she put up with was useless in my vengeance-mode.

I was angry.

Lily (moaning): ‘I’ll let you go.. please stop.. I’m getting destroyed.’
Me: ‘No you’re not. You’re enjoying it!’

She continued moaning as I went deeper, going faster as I felt her pussy tightened. Juices were flowing non-stop and orgasms were felt directly on my dick. I could totally tell she was cumming non-stop with the ‘oh yes’ phrases whenever she climaxed.

Pumping my thick rod into a tiny hole was no joke. Despite the determination to make this agonising moment last, my own timer was about to go off. What else could I do? Except to make use of the final burst of energy to drive her insane?

Me (groaning): ‘Lily, I’m cumming.. ‘

The few seconds wait did not get me the command I needed and my mind was barely keeping up with the powerful strokes my body was making. At last, a plan came to mind and I took a pause, one that she sighed with much gratitude.

I leaned over her back and lined my chin against her shoulders, ready to surprise her with my action plan.

Me (whispering): ‘I’m going to cum inside you.’
Lily (shouting): ‘You can’t do that fucker! I’ll report you!’
Me: ‘Go ahead.’

I wrapped my arms around her body and thrust my hips, making short, quick strokes in the deepest ends of her pussy. The contracting vaginal walls simply refuted her threats, as if they wanted things to go my way.

*Arghh!*

My body jerked forward as the first shot filled her up, without any means to break free from my adrenaline-filled body. Her pussy kept milking me as I exploded, forcing my huge load into her unwilling body. After she felt me calming down, she no longer had any fight in her. Things were done, and she was helpless.

The used rod slipped out of her and I got off the bed, cleaning up with her panties while I checked the video on her phone. Well, I must say, the whole clip was worth jerking a few times to.

Tucking her phone into my pocket, I threw her blanket around her and left the room with my suitcase. Right as I stepped out of her house, her feeble voice was heard at her bedroom door.

Lily (weakly): ‘What are you going to do with my phone?’
Me: ‘I’ll help you upload it to the net. That’s what you wanted right? I’ll help you censor your face.’
Lily: ‘No.. please don’t.. you’ll kill me.’
Me: ‘You know where I work. Come find me tomorrow. We’ll edit it together. I’ve had enough of you.’

Before she could stumble to the doorstep, I was out and in the lift. For one, I was never going to ruin her by uploading it. This whole fucked-up shit just needed to end. I guess no one synced their iPhones to their computers anymore, let alone have a copy of everything unglamorous as a back up.

Nonetheless, I wonder how far would she go to prevent those clips from being spread around.