Cashback Sex

Cherie: ‘Boss.’
Boss: ‘Hi Cherie. Go change first. I’ll be closing the shop early.’
Cherie: ‘K.’

His lifeless greeting did not make her feel any better about the poor performing month, barely meeting her salary, let alone the rental of the apparel store. As he started counting the money, she pulled the shutter down and went into the dressing room, changing out of one of the shop’s dresses into her home clothes.

Just as she got to her underwear, the curtains swung open behind her, chest promptly slammed against the mirror as her boss pinned her flat. Her cheeks were pinched so hard she could not scream and her panties were dropped down to her knees in a flash.

Boss (whispering): ‘Shhh.. don’t scream. Or I will post the CCTV video online. I know you have been stealing out of the cash register.’

The ten dollars she took from every big purchase wasn’t a lot, but theft is theft. He kept her face on the mirror as her hips were dragged backwards, forcing her into a standing doggy position. Zipping noises came from behind and she felt his dick on her bushy pussy next.

Without spreading her feet, he shoved his cock between her ass crack which hurt a little until she stuck her pussy out. Into her body his dick went and it ripped her dry vaginal walls apart. The shallow thrusts gradually made her wet but she was far from being turned on.

Moving her feet forward to his continuous thrusts, they were standing back-to-chest in no time, hips jerking non-stop from the rear entry. Within minutes, moans started to come out of her mouth despite her resistance, nipples getting pinched to a sore.

Boss: ‘You’re so fucking tight huh? Don’t you ever quit here.’

Tears started to flow down her cheeks as she realised what his plan was, and her warming body did not help by getting wetter. After five minutes of fierce humping, he pulled out and turned her over to face him. Forcing his mouth on her neck, he enjoyed her feminine scent as he fucked her hard, digging deep into her pussy with his dick.

Boss: ‘Argh! You’re getting tighter! Cumming soon?’

He shoved his cock even deeper into the trembling body until she embraced his back, fists clenched on his spine. The orgasm blew her mind away and weakened her legs, but his weight on her kept her from slipping to the ground.

Boss: ‘I’m gonna cum now!’

He moved back to let her slump to the floor and jerked his own cock off, aiming the tip at her beautiful face that no one would suspect her of stealing. In under a minute, deep groans came with the forceful squirts of cum splashing across her face, lips and eyes shut to avoid tasting the unruly guy’s semen. He just kept cumming until she felt his dick brush on her cheeks, and an ‘I’m done’ phrase to sum it all up.

She opened her eyes slightly to reach for her bag nearby and pulled out tissues to wipe her face, watching her boss zip his dick up in front of her.

Boss: ‘See you tomorrow.’

A piece of fifty dollar note landed in front of her and she grabbed it quickly, dashing out of the store towards the toilet. Whatever her boss was up to wasn’t her concern anymore, and for the rest of the night, her mind was just worrying about the next day.

It had never crossed her mind that she would be a victim of theft, even go as far as blackmail.

Sexually Bullied

After a long and boring day at school, Simon went up his block using his stairs to get a little exercise going before he starts on his homework. Just two flights up the stairs, he heard shouts coming from above, and switched to ninja mode to continue his way up.

Girl (shouting): ‘Oi!’

One of the girls in school uniform ran down to him and dragged him by his hair up to the platform between the second and third floor, holding him by the neck against a wall. He could hear the soft sobbing sounds from the girl next to him, squatting and hugging her knees with crumpled clothes.

Bully: ‘Why you so kaypo?’
Simon: ‘I’m just passing through.’
Bully: ‘Geh kiang right? Take the stairs.’

Two slaps went across his cheeks and the book in his hand fell to the floor. Another girl grabbed the long hair of the girl squatting in the corner and brought her to his feet, pushing her head towards his groin.

Bully: ‘Take off his pants.’
Girl: ‘I don’t want.’
Bully: ‘Don’t make me repeat myself. Go.’

She approached his pants with shivering hands and unbuckled, pulling them down and out under his shoes. In Simon’s mind, he knew what was about to happen but the pen knives in the bullies’ hands frightened him as much. When the blade was pulled along the seams of his underwear, he could only stay very still, and his dick was soon dangling in the eyes of the excited ladies.

Bully: ‘Trish, suck it. You like being a slut right?’
Trish (crying): ‘No.. please.. ‘

Her head was forced to his cock and her face was rubbed in his groin, until she opened her mouth to let him into her warm lips. Using the tears and mucus mix of saliva, his body sent blood down to his genital and it grew right in her mouth. As she continued sucking, the girls began taking their phones out and kept them pointed at his lower half.

Bully: ‘Okok. Stop. Don’t be a despo.’

She was knocked on her bum and the camera crew did a few close up shots of his cock and her disheveled face. Two of the bullies went to work stripping her skirt off while the third kept filming, struggle lasting a good five minutes before her bare pussy was seen.

Bully (whispering): ‘Are you a virgin?’

A shy nod answered.

Bully: ‘But don’t tell me you don’t finger yourself.’
Trish (whispering): ‘I do.’

Again, she was dragged on her ass to the steps and pinned on the edges, while Simon was made to kneel between her legs. The camera girl and her friend stayed with Trish while the bigger of them went behind Simon, applying her body weight to lower his hips.

Bully: ‘Trish, don’t make me dirty my hand. Put it in yourself.’

Faced with armed assiliants, pitiful Trish could not afford to say no and guided his cock into her pussy. Slowly, Simon’s groin touched base with hers and the bully was sitting on Simon’s back, bouncing him back and forth to fuck their common enemy.

His erection only grew bigger seeing how helpless she was, and the soft moans could only be heard by him. Besides her running nose, her mouth was wide open and panting with his increase in speed.

Bully: ‘Eh! Fuck her till you cum! And don’t be stupid to cum inside her. It will be your problem if you do that.’

The deadweight on his back disappeared and the girls went behind Simon, cheering and filming the amateur porn clip happening at a public stairwell. Trish finally embraced her unescapable ordeal and let him pound her out of misery, replacing her shame with orgasms that made her moan out loud.

They remained in that position for almost ten minutes, going at different speed and giving Trish almost three orgasms.

Simon: ‘I’m cumming soon.’
Bully: ‘Stand up.’

They did not rush his sluggish movements to get on his feet and helped Trish to sit upright. Gently guiding her dazed body to hold his dick, her mouth swallowed his cock as they brought her nearer. Sucking and stroking the length she could not reach, it was all up to Simon to end the bullying.

In two minutes’ time, he gave a tap on her chin and gave a wink, out of the sight of the girls behind him. Pointing to his swallowing throat, Trish had no idea what he meant until he signalled his load coming. The few ‘ahh ahh ahh’ noises he made confused Trish at the start, but her throat quickly started swallowing to put up a staged ‘swallowing of cum’ show for her bullies.

Bully: ‘Open your mouth and show me.’
Trish: ‘I swallowed it already.’
Bully: ‘Stupid slut.. ‘

The girls brought Simon to a corner and played a short portion of the sex clip as a warning, before making their way out of the crime scene with Trish’s skirt and safety shorts.

Simon was overwhelmed by the unexpected mess and he just slid down the wall on his back, sitting listlessly watching Trish gather herself on the stairs.

Trish (sniffing): ‘Thank you.’

He couldn’t say a single word after realising he could be considered one of her attackers, and just sat motionless. Trish went over to his side and he understood what dilemma she was in – bottomless. Reaching into his bag, he pulled out a pair of jersey shorts for her and she happily put it on, though too big for her tiny waist.

Trish: ‘You weren’t actually cumming just now right?’
Simon: ‘I was a minute away.’

She stayed with her hero and willingly reached for his cock, jerking it from a tiny stub to thickness. Simon did not reject her offer and let her pump his manhood, groaning sensually in the isolated staircase until he creamed all over her hand.

Simon: ‘Sorry I took your virginity.’
Trish: ‘Was it your first?’
Simon: ‘Yeah.’
Trish: ‘Then would you be my boyfriend?’

The decade-old ‘seal the deal with sex’ belief was suddenly brought back to life, and she was invited back to his place for a change of clothes. Thanks to his understanding sister, Trish had a set of presentable outfit to go home in, but not before they continued exploring their sexual side with another intense, trauma-relieving round of sex in the comfort of his bed.

Trish: ‘I think I will be more wet if we did it outdoors again. Want to try it tomorrow?’

Simon’s guilt completely disappeared when she asked him to be his boyfriend, but now, his dick was hard again with the thought of fucking in public wearing their school uniforms. The next day, they found another block that had more elderly residents, and in the dark corner of the stairs, they engaged in hot, passionate raw sex without any protection.

Amazing Race

Girl: ‘Umm.. Excuse me. Can you come with me for a while?’
Me: ‘What’s it about?’
Girl: ‘Nothing much. I lost a dare. My friends are just there.’

The cardigan-clad girl in white inner wear and tight bandage skirt pointed at a bunch of people with heavily dyed hair, a couple of them wearing silvery accessories on their ears. Seeing that I’m almost done with my coffee, I picked my bag and followed her, to be greeted by fist bumps from the guys.

Boss: ‘Okay. Very simple. She’s new to our gang, so she has to do a dare. Asking you over is the first part, the second part, is to let her treat you as her boyfriend for an hour. You in a hurry?’

The tall and inked girl was introduced as the boss, smoking in her tight t-shirt and leggings. The new girl that asked me over earlier looked really tensed, but the guys were all nodding and winking at me. If I were to back out, I had no idea what might happen to her, so I agreed. The boss whispered something to the girl and she came up next to me, slipping her hand under my arm very falsely unafraid.

Girl: ‘I’m Elly. You don’t have to tell me your name. Just act as my boyfriend today k?’

I nodded in style and walked ahead of the gang with my ‘girlfriend’, up a block of flat to a level where the lights weren’t working. A guy and girl stood guard with their boss at the top of the staircase while another two guys and a girl went to the lower floor, leaving Elly and I at the ‘halfway’ platform between two levels.

Boss: ‘You can start anytime.’

Elly went in front of me and pulled her jacket off her shoulders, allowing her single red highlighted hair to fall over her neck. The zipper in the middle of her white spaghetti split ways at her navel and her black bra popped into my view.

Elly: ‘Just relax k? I just need to make my boyfriend happy.’
Me: ‘Hey wait. I’m not going to get involved in this. You got the wrong person.’

I could not bring myself to enjoy any of this ‘entry process’ at her expense, even if she was the willing party. When I looked at her boss, all she did was to shake her head and I knew there was no other way around it. Chosen I was, and wrong was I to agree.

She grabbed my both my wrists and placed my palms on her ribs. When she hugged me tightly, I knew what I needed to do. My hands went behind her back and unclasped the hooks, freeing her breasts from the bra she slipped out under her top. Though her bra was completely removed, her zip-top could still provide adequate cover if we were walked into. As I moved on to massage her bare chest, she unzipped her skirt, letting it crumple at her feet in a single move.

Slowly, we walked to a wall where I pinned her against, and my mouth was guided to her perky chocolate-coloured nipples. Sucking wildly at those tits, she blindly reached for my jeans and undid whatever needed to whip my cock out. In that tense, unescapable situation, my boner did not fail me and got as hard as it could, growing stiffer in her clumsy stroking hand.

Boss: ‘Suck him off. Don’t waste time.’

Elly immediately dropped to her knees and pointed my dick downwards, shutting her eyes to get ready for some cock-tasting. My rod slid easily into her moistened lips and she sucked me off in a scooping motion, brushing my dickhead across her resting tongue before dragging it along the top of her jaw. Beyond her moving head, I could spot her rubbing her own pussy, relieving the discomfort and shyness of giving a stranger a blowjob.

Sensing that I was as hard as a rock, she finally stopped to catch her breath. Right then, a condom flew through the air and skid on the concrete floor, signalling us to move on. Elly tore the wrapper away and capped me, standing on her feet to resum her handjob while awkwardly waiting for the next instruction.

Guy: ‘Bro, just fuck her la. She’s really noob man.’

She suddenly sobered up and placed one feet a few steps above, holding my dick and pulling it towards her groin. A half-squat entry was initiated and I could totally feel her pain when I entered her, making shallow thrusts as more of my dick went inside. Soon, the tight hug around my neck confirmed her readiness and moans started coming as I moved my hips, digging deep into her with upward strokes.

Elly (whispering): ‘Oh yes.. fuck me real good.. ‘

I gave in to my dark dark desires and rammed harder into her, moving on to pick her raised feet up and straddling it over my shoulder. The two of us stood on three legs while I hammered her senseless, to the soft clapping sounds from the guys. We began making out halfway through the sex and eyes grew bigger at the sight of our affection.

Before long, we could no longer focus on our guards and I led Elly to the handrails, bending her back forward to reveal her curves that went around her ass in a perfect doggie stance. Slamming my cock between her pussy lips, I grabbed her hair and pounded her deeply, gouging her vagina with my dick that only got bigger with anticipation.

Her vocal volume was turned up and she had to be muffled by my hand, yet the sex never slowed down. Loud dripping noises came from our feet, where her juices flowed freely out of her pussy. As orgasms hit her more and more frequently, her sensual, shy moans pushed me closer to my orgasm.

After fucking that squishy, tight pussy for five full minutes, I could not hold back anymore and was about to blow my load in a matter of strokes.

Me (groaning): ‘Elly, I’m gonna cum.. ‘
Boss (shouting): ‘You better take it all in your mouth. I don’t want to see his cum.’

I pulled out of her instantly once the sentence ended and Elly spun herself around, planting her ass on a step while waving for me to go closer. Finger snaps went off continuously and zipper sounds dolby surrounded us. The girls turned away towards the brighter corridors, while the guys came made their way to our sweaty bodies.

Blocked by three guys and watched by the boss, Elly kept sucking despite what her widened eyes was telling me. Fear, was all I could see when they stroked their dicks grinning, ready to take over her once I was done.

I stretched my hand out to Elly and she grabbed it firmly, while her other hand clenched her skirt and jacket tightly.

Me (shouting): ‘SHOOTING! SHOOTING!’

I turned to the guys towards the lower floor and made them dodge my spraying hose, creating a path for Elly and I to dash through. Knocking the non-participating girl onto the ground, we went into the lift and quickly put on enough clothing to return to civilisation. Never had I felt so much adrenaline in my life before and the shuttle run aspect of IPPT finally made sense to me.

Running hand-in-hand, we made our way up another block without looking back, rather not know where they are and focus on sprinting with all our might. Vulgarities were recited loudly as footsteps scrambled around, running chills down my spine since a long time ago.

Elly stayed in my arms as we hid ourselves at one of the unit’s door, even holding our breaths when we imagined them getting close. Minutes passed like hours and we dare not venture to the lower levels, settling down at one of the stairs since we weren’t in a hurry to get caught.

Elly: ‘Thank you for getting me out of there. I don’t want to join them anymore.’
Me (whispering): ‘You’re nothing like them Elly.’

Somehow, we ended up kissing where we sat and went for another round of raw, intense sex filled with excitement of doing it in public. I could feel her sense of security when she went all naked, fucking in multiple positions and letting me finish with a satisfying cumshot in her mouth.

Since I stayed nowhere near there, the journey home was safe and she spent the next day at my place, sleeping soundly till late noon where we went at it again. After that fateful night, the ITE graduate became my fling, surprisingly always on the ball when I ask her out for dates or sex, or both.

Sick Cindy

Mr. Tay (shouting): ‘Cindy, are you alright?’

Two female students stood outside the toilet after Cindy spent over twenty minutes inside, worrying her classmates as she had fainted in there before. After a few frantic knocks from her science teacher, her voice broke the frightening silence and the cubicle door opened slowly.

Mr. Tay: ‘She’s fine girls. I’m going to bring her to the sick bay, she’s quite weak. Return to class and tell your next teacher Cindy won’t be there.’

They left him for class and he carried the feeble girl in his arms, taking great care not to knock her head against the door frame as he exited.

Cindy: ‘Mr. Tay, can you let me down? I need the toilet again.’
Mr. Tay: ‘What happened to you? Food poisoning?’

She stumbled into the staff toilet and Mr. Tay stood guard outside, telling her not to lock the door in case she needed help. Unknown to him, she had been masturbating in a drowsy mood from not eating well, and the brief moment he touched her thighs made her weaker than before.

Cindy (shouting): ‘Mr. Tay, are you there?’

The crumpled shirt teacher knocked twice before entering, only to get a shock when he saw her sitting on the toilet cover with her legs spread opened, hanging on the two handicap handrails. Quickly, he twisted the lock and grabbed her skirt from the sink, about to throw over her groin until she caught his fling.

Cindy: ‘No don’t.. I want you to see this.’

Her fingers went on to rub her shaved pussy before his wide eyes, but he wasn’t taking the bait from his student. Only when she moaned louder, did he cover his hand over her mouth, and forced his other hand over her moving one.

Mr. Tay: ‘Stop. What are you up to this time?’
Cindy: ‘I want you to fuck me. Or I will say that you molested me when I was sick.
Mr. Tay: ‘What?! I’ll get into trouble for this you know?’

She gently took his hand on her crotch and placed it directly on her pussy, pushing his middle finger onto her clit and moved it a little. Her body relaxed to his touches and his other hand was left on her chest, braless and having nipples poking at his palm.

Cindy (whispering): ‘Just help me out and I’ll never tell.’

To let her get a taste of how much it hurt to ask a grown up to finger her, he took his chance and stuck his thick middle finger in, thrusting slightly as her wet hole swallowed his finger. The moment he made his last inch disappear, Cindy moaned in a different, cuter tone, feeling her pussy pulsate to the foreign object piercing her repeatedly.

Cindy (moaning): ‘Take off your pants Mr. Tay. I want to see how big it is.’

He could not reject her request out of fear and lowered his pants to his ankles, walking closer to his sec two student so she could wrap her hand around it. Stroking his thick cock gracefully, her fingers barely touched each other around his shaft, turning him on even more. As pre-cum formed at the tip, he felt her getting wetter and hornier.

Mr. Tay (whispering): ‘Can I put it inside you?’
Cindy: ‘Of course cher.’

He easily carried her up and made sure she sat nearer to the edge, while he kneeled on the floor in front of her legs. Holding her waist firmly, her grip on his arms tightened as his cock slipped into her pussy, slowly consuming her with sex as inches disappeared into her.

The slow penetration gave Cindy time to calm her mind down, which was throbbing with lust due to his extreme size. Feeling every bumps on his cock, her vaginal walls couldn’t be any tighter around him.

Mr. Tay (whispering): ‘You’re fucking tight you know?’
Cindy (moaning): ‘It’s you who is too big.’

His hips started thrusting back and forth, plugging his cock deep into her pussy to set off a uptight yelp. Her ass kept rocking on the plastic cover as he pushed and pulled her on it, bringing her closer to orgasm each time. Within minutes, her legs wrapped around his back and arms threw themselves over his neck. The tiny body trembled uncontrollably in his arms as an orgasm rendered her weak, making him feel like a dad consoling his climaxing daughter.

Mr. Tay: ‘Feeling better?’
Cindy: ‘Good enough for doggie.’

He got on his feet and lifted her up, to turn her towards the wall behind the bowl. Holding her ass in his strong hands, he kept her knees together while he pierced his cock through her unprepared pussy. Right before she could scream, her mouth was covered by his hand and the merciless hip-to-hip slapping noises echoed in the cubicle.

Cindy (moaning): ‘You’re driving me crazy Mr. Tay!’
Mr. Tay (groaning): ‘Isn’t that what you want?’

He continued to pound her until she lost balance, but remained upright with his support. Her pussy was at its hardest orgasm and he was just ramming non-stop, completely letting go of his desires to hold back. Minutes passed like seconds as his cock swelled up in her small hole, bombarding her with orgasms following one after another.

In the midst of the crazy, all out sex, Mr. Tay was beginning to feel his urge coming, and Cindy was barely sober from the continuous attack of orgasms.

Mr. Tay: ‘I’M CUMMING NOW!’

She could not reply him in time and the forceful jerk buried him balls deep, unleashing his cum into her tiny frame. There was little resistance as she was too weak to fight back, and his hot semen just calmed her mind down more than if she was to just massage her clit after-sex.

The five minutes break went uninterrupted and he wore her clothes back after he got dressed, carrying her out of the toilet like a hero saving a beau. The on-duty female teacher took over the flushed faced, warm and sweaty girl and sent Mr. Tay away. For the rest of the day in the sick bay, Cindy drifted in and out of sleep, getting herself wet to the thoughts of Mr. Tay’s huge cock plunging her pussy over and over again.

The next day, Mr. Tay received a letter from Cindy, containing her phone number as well as a postal code and date-time. It was an ‘invite’ he could not refuse, or face unimaginable consequences from Cindy. What happened that day after school at a secluded void deck will be left to your imagination, but one thing for sure – Cindy was left at the stairs semi-conscious but dressed and satisfied, after Mr. Tay was done with her.

Frankly speaking, do you girls prefer to be exhausted and barely awake after sex? Or more energised and ‘ready for anything’?

Fox Girl

When I stepped into the apartment arranged by my China business partner, a girl in a satin white dress and furry headband greeted me at the door. For a start, she looked too young to be of legal age, but a quick flash of her ID showed me she was above 18.

Girl: ‘Welcome. I am Ting Ting.’

She collected my briefcase and turned towards the couch, where a furry tail between her ass swung into my sight. I followed her into a bedroom, brightly lit by the opened curtains and she crawled into the bed in doggie.

Ting Ting: ‘I serve you for three days.’
Me: ‘You can rest. It’s okay. I don’t need help.’

Ting Ting (pleadingly): ‘求求你啦。不然我的老板会骂的。’
Translation: Please let me do my job. Or I will get scolded.

Me: ‘真的不必了。’
Translation: I really have no need for help.

She ran behind me to take my jacket off and stripped me of my clothes, bringing me into the attached bathroom. After a minute of getting the water to the right temperature, she watered me down and scrubbed my body, constantly teasing my disinterested cock.

After enough fondling, I was hard against my wishes and she kneeled before me, rinsing the soap off before she covered the tip with her lips. Sucking me into a series of uncontrollable shiver, I was tip toeing to her deep throats and shallow tongue flicks, until my body was almost dried without wiping.

Me: ‘Let’s go outside.’

She held my hand in a tremble, as if she was afraid I would make her life difficult. Whatever job she was tasked with, it seemed to be at her expense. Once I laid restlessly on the bed, she climbed over my groin and wanted to sit down on my erection. My instincts kicked in and I stopped her before we had any intimate contact, and she knew what my fears were.

Ting Ting then reached for one of the drawers and took a condom out, tearing it apart to retrieve the rubber within. Well, that was all I could take for such an emotionless offer.

Deciding not to use words, I snatched the condom off her hands and threw her onto the bed. Her pitiful eyes swelled up with tears immediately and I quickly secured my grip on her butt plug.

Gently tugging on the base of the metal plug, she relaxed her grip on my wrist as I pulled it out of her, relieving her of the discomfort. While I left the toy in the sink, she had gone under the blanket, and my mind then had a bit of interest in doing anything with her.

We said nothing as she cuddled into my arms, resting her head peacefully on my rising chest. It did not take her more than ten minutes to fall asleep, and a soft snoring sound calmed my confused emotions.

Some time after she fell asleep, I dozed off as well, and it was her fingers around my cock that woke me up in the darkened room.

Ting Ting: ‘怎么你跟别的男人不一样啊?’
Translation: Why are you different from other guys?

Me: ‘我不是来这玩的。’
Translation: I am not here for sex.

The most reliving sigh came from her pink lips and her head went back onto my chest, sliding down my belly as her hand satisfied my erection.

Ting Ting: ‘你会带我回去新加坡吗?’
Translation: Will you bring me to Singapore?

Me: ‘我可以试试。’
Translation: I can try.

She pulled the blanket below my groin along with her descending head, going over my dick head in a gulp. Her soft hand caressed my balls as she worked her lips up and down, enlarging my already swollen cock even more. Before I knew it, we were ravishing each others’ bodies and I was acting more naturally in front of this innocent, hopeful girl.

As she spread her legs wider, I leaned on top of her and let her hold my shaft, guiding me to the entrance of her pussy that got wet on its own. I passed a condom to her after some struggle and she rolled it on for me, without looking once.

My cock pierced into her after some gentle flicks on her clit and she exhaled deeply to my graceful entry. The animalistic thrusts came shortly after and the most lively, energetic moans spurred me to go faster. I was making love to a girl who loved me, or at least that was what it felt like. Her fingernails brushed across my back to turn me on, and my groin kept tapping on hers to get as deep as I could.

After ten minutes in the stroke-by-stroke enjoyment, she turned over for me and wriggled her butt a little. I couldn’t bring myself to hold her waist any tighter and shoved my cock right in. Listening to her shy moans going out of control, every squeeze of her vagina brought me closer to climax.

With my increasing speed and gradual loss of control, her body jerked her boobs into a continuous jiggle.

Ting Ting (screaming): ‘我要来了!’
Translation: I am cumming!

Me (groaning): ‘我也是!’
Translation: Me too!

I gave her my hardest rams and watched her fists tightened, going non-stop until she gave a little bump backwards. I fell on my butt immediately and she turned around for me, unrolling the condom and getting impatient.

Once her face buried itself into my cock, her doggie stance turned into a violent shiver, taking in an intense orgasm as I felt my load forcefully eject from the tip. Shooting into a warm orifice, she kept sucking as she came, groaning with my cock in her mouth.

The moment I fell flat on the bed, was her signal that I was done. Instead of cleaning me up like how a transaction would end, she crawled into my arms and hugged me tightly, rubbing her wet cheeks against my face.

Ting Ting (whispering): ‘谢谢你。’
Translation: Thank you.

We laid on the wrong side of the bed for a long time, until the doorbell rang. Frantically, she jumped up and replaced her butt plug, running downstair in a black satin dress to the door.

The manager who arranged for my accommodation had brought dinner over, along with another girl whom he would be having that evening. Dining at the coffee table naked waist-down, our girls sat atop our dicks as all of us ate, taking turns to move between mouthful of food.

Me: ‘Is there any chance I can bring Ting Ting back to Singapore?’
Manager: ‘Of course! I can put her under our branch office in Singapore. She is all yours.’

Ting Ting finished her food fastest and went down on me again, sucking my juice covered cock until I came in her mouth. That first night, she had kept her tail intact as the four of us fucked around the house. Something in Ting Ting had changed, livening up her mood even though she was just doing what she might have done for other business partners.

After three days of nothing but sex (the new contract was signed on day zero), she wore her most presentable dress to board my flight back to Singapore. Putting her up in my SOHO apartment I bought under my company’s name, she worked hard with the main office in China to ensure all the goods were in proper condition, along with an unwritten job to keep me satisfied anytime I wanted it.

As the business grew, I hired her as a personal secretary and she was finally free from her old life, becoming a pet my clients could enjoy whenever big contracts needed some incentives. Still belonging to me, her obedience and loyalty was unshaken after I showed her how she could please others while remaining loved.

After all, how could I not love a pet kitty who would not mind pleasing?

The Computer Guy

A rape/ blackmail story written from a girl’s POV. Do not continue if such contents offend you, but wait. You’re on an erotica blog!

‘Get naked and come over!’, he gnarled at me once I stepped into his bedroom, a man almost twenty years my senior. It was all because of that time I sent my laptop for repair, and all my photos my ex took of me became his, the repairman’s.

I took off my t-shirt and shorts in the only room free of clutter, while the rest of his house was filled with electrical parts. I couldn’t believe how myself, a twenty plus year old girl, to end up in such a situation I found too much fear to break out of. Once I got into my lingerie, he came up to me and felt all over my belly and waist, pulling me closer for a kiss on his stubby lips.

As he smeared his lips on mine, my bra was unhooked and panties tugged lower, his feet coming into the picture to step it to the ground. Once I was completely nude, the little force he applied on my waist made me kneel on my pair of bamboo fibre panties, the cushion I could never get to relieve my hurting knees.

Holding my hair tightly, he made sure I saw him when he commanded, ‘suck it real good, and I’ll let you rest early tonight’. Deep down, I knew what rest meant, after the sex he will be asking from me. His pungent thick cock bounced in front of my eyes and my mouth salivate upon detecting the saltiness in the air.

It wasn’t the first time I had done this with him, and somehow, focusing on pleasing him took my mind off what was about to come later. Wasting no more time, I kissed on the tip and he pushed me deeper, sliding my lips across his shaft with little bits of solids I refused to imagine where it came from. Once my tongue had licked his cock wet, my head just went back and forth, skilfully teasing the tiny ring under his hood so he would shiver.

The slight vacuum he trained me to maintain in my mouth caused his dick to get even more blood into it, enlarging it to fill my tiny girl’s lips. Whenever I went deep throat on him, the exhale of air made me felt better, knowing I was doing my job well. Between the continuous strokes, he kept patting me as I breathed fast through my nose.

The groans he made, was disgusting at first, but he never hurt me whenever he felt good. And that was something I appreciated in this twisted affair.

‘Up!’, he instructed me once he was all hard and lubricated, bringing me to his bed that he bought since he knew he had a handle on me. I plunged into the soft mattress while he pulled his shirt off, and prepared himself between my legs.

A condom landed on my tummy and I took it up, unwrapping it as usual and capping it over his big erection. For a man who drinks and sit all day, his cock was the only feature I could never get accustomed to. Seven inches of it, throbbing in a reddish skin, scaring any females who ever laid eyes on it.

As soon as it disappeared below my pussy, a wave of impending fear came over me and my legs tried to shut themselves. He forced my knees apart and inched nearer to me, while I held his arms tightly to let him know I was fine mentally and it wasn’t my fault I was afraid.

His tip pierced into my vagina and the primal instincts to keep myself tight only caused more pleasure for him, as he penetrated mercilessly all the way into my body. Every heartbeat, every bumps on his dick could be felt even through the condom. Once he began thrusting, my abs relaxed and pleasure took over the fear, pouring short pulses of electrical tingles through my spine.

I could tell I was getting wetter with each thrusts, and the very fact that my entrance was spreading and closing to his body movements. Though it was blackmail I was suffering from, my body took advantage of it and took every negative impact into good stride. The tightness at the beginning, made him pushed all the buttons along my vaginal walls, stirring me up on the inside as if I wanted it.

When his strong hands grabbed my boobs, I woke up from the fantasy and returned to his bed, mind fading to a blank from the double dose of pleasure his hands and dick were giving. Moans came out of my mouth uncontrollably as he picked up speed, raising my knees to the sides to plunge even deeper in.

I was certain I was drooling when he paused for a break, and dragged me to the edge of the bed where he wanted to pound me from. While I laid in doggie on the bed, he stood on the floor and plugged his cock back in. A gasp later, the rest was all moans he got out of me after.

As his dick stroked against my g-spot, my fingers clenched his bedsheets tighter. My squeezing pussy was amplifying the orgasms he was pounding into my rear and it was too much for a small figured girl like me to handle.

After ten minutes of intense period of loud moans and groans, he finally said the words I wanted to hear, ‘I’m cumming!’. He grabbed my shoulders and pulled me backwards, ramming his cock so deep into me I went numb below. The last lap of sex was the best or worst, depending if you are the rapist or raped, but my body knew better. An orgasm closed my pussy up and he let off a deep, long groan, before pasting his sticky chest onto my bare back.

Both of us panting, he took a while to get off me and let me have my space. While he could rest all he wanted, I got up and wore my clothes back, skipping my panties so I could let my pussy get a breather. At that point in time, I couldn’t care less about what he did about the filled condom.

‘Hey. I’ll see you on Thursday k?’, he threw the rhetorical question to me and I nodded quietly, body still weak and mind still in a daze to process what I have on that day. After he got what he wanted, I walked freely out of his place and towards my house, that was barely ten minutes away.

Luckily, he did not have my address, only a spare number I kept since my primary school days, and which only he would text whenever he needed sex. Was it fearthat I did not cut contact with him? Or is it..

Little Jolie

Walking to the staircase near her block, Jolie was full of fear when a compromising photo was sent to her phone. Responding to the request of the blackmail, she wore a sundress with a black unpadded cross-rib bra, along with its matching panties. Apparently, whoever scaring her knew some of her clothes and did not hesitate to instruct her to appear in them.

Looking around at the location, a man in his twenties spotted her and waved his phone at her, making her jog to his spot before any attention was drawn.

Ryan: ‘Jolie? You will call me Master R from now on. Got it?’
Jolie: ‘Wait. Who are you? And how did you get those photos?’
Ryan: ‘Do I need to repeat myself? Master R. And there is no need for you to know where I got those photos. In fact, I have videos of you too.’

He tapped a few times on his phone before turning it into her face, playing a video of her sitting on her bed and masturbating herself with a comb handle. Tears filled her eyes knowing what she got herself into, but could not recall the angle the video was recorded in. Did someone place the..

Before she could work things out, he had caught her hair and threw her against the parapet near the window. Her bag was torn away from her and her dress was roughly yanked to her waist, forcing her to cover her chest in modesty.

Ryan: ‘So you did wear it. Take your panties off now.’

Jolie could only wriggle her ass to get the black underwear off and he snatched it away the moment she held it up. Taking in a deep breath of her vaginal scent, he grabbed her hair with one hand and brought her to the lowest step, unzipping his pants while biting her panty.

Ryan: ‘Suck it. Make me happy.’

Was it even that easy for him to get what he wanted? There was no way she could suck a stranger’s dick, partly fearing what disease he might be carrying. He had long expected her reluctance and squatted down in front of her, selecting a few contacts with the video attached for mass dispersion.

Jolie (sobbing): ‘Wait wait. I’ll do it. Don’t send it to anyone else.’

The petite twenty year old wiped her tears away and snotted her nose clear. Holding that scary piece of meat in her hand, it was the second she had touched besides her boyfriend’s. The suspicion of her boyfriend setting up the spy cameras crept into her mind as she licked the tip of his cock, tasting what was about to cum.

Ryan had little patience for foreplay and held her hair firmly, before Jolie willingly went down on his shaft. Saliva mixing with snot and tears, the scent of his cock tasted better than without her sorrows. In and out her lips dragged along his foreskin, and disgusting deep groans emerged from the swaying body of his.

After two minutes of the teary blowjob, he bent forward and dug his way into her bra, caressing the fleshy boobs she had lost track of their size. As much as she hated it, her nipples were erecting in his fingers and it took some of the pain away from the choking oral sex.

As she worked diligently to get that ordeal over and done with, Ryan was sober and spread her legs apart with his feet, catching a glimpse of some shimmer of her unconsciously wetting vagina.

Ryan: ‘So you’re wet huh?’
Jolie: ‘Yes Master. I am.’
Ryan: ‘Keep sucking.’

He held onto the handrail for balance and slipped his feet out of his slippers, big toe going into direct contact with her most vulnerable spot. The coarseness of his toe actually felt great on her smooth clit and she was moaning as quietly as possible behind the slurping noises.

Soon, he was too thick for her mouth and her jaws were giving up, scratching his shaft a few times with her teeth.

Ryan: ‘You’re hurting me bitch. Get up now.’

He arched his hips away and she instinctively wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, as if she just had a buffet of cock. Her sluggish movement was hastened when he pulled her up on her feet, knocking her pelvis against the hard metal rails in front of her groin.

The instance he pushed her back forward, the horrors of what was happening caused her to struggle. Almost immediately, she felt his hips pressing on her thighs and the huge piece of cock slid dangerously along her ass crack.

Jolie (pleading): ‘No.. please don’t.. Master.. please.. ‘

She was on time to beg for mercy but too late to stop him. The first inch of his cock tore opened her long, unused pussy lips and stayed apart around his shaft as he forced his way in. Wet and warm, the ascend into her body weakened her senses to fight back. The only outlet she had to vent her discomfort was her lips, which she bit hard to remind her that she was being abused.

It only took three thrusts of his cock to free her mouth and all her moans were caught in his musky palm over her face. Her body confused her as more juices came to lubricate his unlawful entry, easing the continuous plunges into her pussy.

Ryan (whispering): ‘You’re so fucking wet. Love it don’t you?’

Her vaginal muscles closed after that sentence and he rammed even faster, ripping her hole apart over and over again with each deep stroke. Her nipples were sore and harder than ever, scrapping against the almost-new bra cups that kept rubbing those peaks. Whatever was happening was unwanted, but a small part of her body was enjoying the shameful attention. It felt like eyes on her when she went out in her wardrobe of short dresses and skirts, but this time, the intense heat in her pussy was burning a deep impression into her head.

He let go of her mouth once she quietened down, holding her soft waist skin to drag her backwards with each forward thrust. By then, he was deeper than the only dick that had been in her, and the rape was fucking her stress away.

Ryan: ‘I’m gonna cum now baby.. Sit back down.’

He suddenly pulled out and spun her around, waiting two seconds for her knees to give way to the intense sex earlier. Seated listless on the steps, he pressed her ear on his thigh and used her hand to jerk himself off, aimmed right at her face.

There was no warning when the first load splattered across her imperfect complexion, lining her pretty eyelashes, nose bridge and lips with thick cum that wouldn’t budge. He stuck his leaking cock into her mouth for the last bit and wiped his spent cock with her panties, leaving her with his DNA for memory’s sake.

Ryan: ‘I will text you again. And I expect you to reply faster this time. Got it?’

Jolie was in a daze touching the cum from the most unimaginable encounter and made him repeat his question, this time tugging her hair painfully.

Jolie: ‘Yes Master. Faster this time.’

He cleaned his sticky cum off her face like a baby having food all over its mouth and threw her panties into her lap. Disappearing down the stairs after he was got dressed, Jolie was all alone again, feeling nothingness from all that had happened.

When she touched herself below to see if there was any physical damage, the tingle that shot through her spine flashed the mental image of his cock buried deep in her pussy. Sure, wet she was getting, but there was no way she could remain in this disheveled state.

The walk home was a sore one as abrasion appeared between her delicate soft pussy lips, urging her to apply some icy cold Vaselin from the fridge. The hour of silence in her room was accompanied by her massaging fingers on her clit, relieving the ache while images of the violent man appeared to fuck her mind again.

When Jolie received the very video clip she saw on his phone, the sight of her masturbating on her bed seemed so tamed compared to what she had become. There was no more personal time, as Ryan darkened the darker side of her life.

He became an irresistible scene that would surface whenever anyone touched her down there. And followed by an unbelievably wet session of sex, or masturbation, depending on if she was alone. Good or bad, her boyfriend never questioned her newfound energy during their sexy times.

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.