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Uninvitation

Written for Erin Li, owner of IG @erinlinympho

Contradictory to how guys had hoped to ‘walk in’ on a couple having sex in public, I was in a different, more awkward situation when those familiar, sexy noises were heard. To be more specific, I was literally taking a dump, in the dark, when that couple decided to make use of the then closed changing room to satisfy their urges.

It was about ten minutes after 11pm when I had just rinsed the pool water off my body, and retreated to the unusually clean toilets to take dump – all done in the dark because of the trouble I might get into if the security catches me (using the pool after hours).

Probably five-minutes had past when I heard the (main changing room) door open, followed by whispers, some how smooching noises, and then the creaking of the old, wooden benches right in the middle of the room. From where I was, there was no way I could leave without interrupting them, nor do I want to put anyone in such an awkward, probably-life-changing situation because of their one-off raging hormones.

I had thought that I could ‘ride it out’ until that stupid flush sensor went off, silencing the room once and for all. The worse thing? The guy actually asked, ‘hello?’, to which I had to make myself known. Seeing that the damage was done, I quickly pulled my pants up and opened the cubicle door, making extra sure not to make any eye-contact.

Despite all that, it was still impossible, not to notice how the girl, then naked, was tied to the wide, centre bench.

‘Bro!’, that word he used immobilised me for some reason, and I was 90% sure he was about to threaten me. I replied in the only, non-offensive way I knew, ‘yeah?’, and heard him inviting me over, like ‘you in a hurry?’

To think that he actually came up to me, put an arm around my shoulders and brought me to his girl, was still very surreal to me. I would never imagine myself to be staring so closely at someone else’s girl, and even more so helplessly bounded to the bench at her wrists (above her head) and knees (apart, along the narrow sides of the bench).

Know that I have seen porn, of various genres and settings, featuring actresses so hot and I would use the word, ‘unattainable’. But that girl in front of my eyes, whom was so willingly (not struggling) exposed in such a compromising position, was so normal.

Illuminated by the lamp posts right outside the frosted-glass windows (for ventilation), she appeared neither fat nor skinny, yet toned at her waist and hips. But on top of that, she seemed strangely smooth all over, which I suspected was caused by some moisturiser or in this weird case – lubricant.

Oh, and did I mention, that she was blindfolded by a t-shirt loosely strewn over her head?

She just laid there quietly, while I tried to wrap my head about his true intention. ‘Do you want to have sex with her?’, he popped that question so casually, as if no one would say ‘no’. How could I not notice the quiver in her stomach when he said that? And yet, she remained silent.

‘Can you free my knees? I want to put my feet up’, she uttered with a shiver in her voice, but otherwise calm, and unwavered. The guy did as she asked, leaving her pussy even more exposed than ever for me to lost myself in. ‘Cmon’, was his last cue before I hesitantly undid my pants.

Swallowing my saliva, I just had to ask, ‘miss.. do I have permission to.. ‘, ‘Yes.. ‘, she interrupted.

At once, I took my pants off and leaned over her body, using one hand to glide the tip of my cock along her pussy to ‘gather’ some of that glistening oil that she was covered in. Except that, instead of some sticky substance, I was greeted with a slimy, slippery liquid that came from within her.

Taking my chances, I pushed my hips forward and let off a gasp as I ‘popped’ into her pussy, as if I had slid too far in for our own good. Since my little head was in, I thrust slowly to let the rest of myself in, and was duly overwhelmed by how she was appropriately wet for my unexpected ‘visit’.

I would say that she wasn’t excessively wet, like she was lusting for me, but it was just moist enough for me to slide in and out. My subsequent motion could be considered ‘generic’ as I rammed my hips into her groin, shoving as much meat as I could into a defenseless girl.

Those few times I took a break while inside her, I couldn’t help but be fascinated by the slight, but obvious tremors along her vaginal walls, which was only possible because of the lack of excessive lubrication.

Anyhow, I snapped out of my sensational journey and selfishly did what any man would, pounding her to my delightful end. Throughout the sex, her reaction was surprisingly natural, giving me a somewhat authentic ‘girlfriend experience’.

After about ten minutes of my uninvited ‘intrusion’, I announced my demise and heard her voice once again, ‘cum.. inside me.. ‘. Not-so-foolishly, I turned to her partner and got a palm-up hand-gesture, giving me the go-ahead cue.

Since there was nothing more to lose except some kind of blackmail-ish future, I came deeply into the stranger, leaving no rounds unfired for all that’s worth. Again, I was lost in some kind of trance before I realised I have to pull out, to a glorious sight of my thick, white cum leaking out of her in a single stream.

Out of politeness or confusion, I took her guy’s seat (after he stood up) and just.. stayed there while they engaged in their rightful act. At some point in time, I left them to themselves and to this day, remained unsure about the random event that unfolded.

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Consequential Doping

At 11pm, after doing a few laps of my own at the then-closed condominium pool, it was time to put the security guards’, whom I have been really good friends with, hearts at ease. On this day of every week, I would hold swimming classes before spending up to an hour alone in the pool. However, during the course of this particular lesson, an especially noisy group of teenagers at the BBQ pit had affected me quite a bit, though there were only lessons to be taught when bodies were being flung into the waters.

Making my way into the male shower rooms, I was tuned out to my surrounding until I heard noises come from a cubicle. It seemed that the door at the furthest end, which I thought was just closed because of a rigid hinge, was occupied. The lack of clothes or towels would mean that he was a resident of the estate. Perhaps, he had brought his shorts into the shower.

Without thinking too much, I continued with my business and it was when I turned on the shower tap, that I heard a cry for help.

‘Hey! Can you help me?’

A female voice in the male changing room? Still, there wasn’t anyone else she needed to hide from. I was in my cubicle then.

(I replied) ‘There’s no one out here. Feel free to leave.’

‘I CAN’T! I don’t have any clothes.’

‘What do you mean?’

‘My friends left me here.’

Whoever they were, they must still be around. I quickly washed myself up and put my clothes on, before knocking on the closed door. From where I stood outside, I could see the heels of her feet pushing against the door, pulling away only when I went close to her.

On the floor sat a girl, with long, brown hair curled at the ends, possessing a figure I remembered caught my eyes when I took a glance of the kids playing by the pool. With her hands covering her chest and groin, I threw my wet towel over her before trying to help her up. Not only were her legs too weak to support her, she was showing signs of withdrawals.

‘Are you on some kind of drug?’

‘No? I think they slipped something in my drink. I’m.. Incredibly wet.’

‘Duh. You are drenched!’

‘No.. Not there.’

Right there, I realised what she was talking about and helped her to the bench anyway, to put one of my shirt on her to hide her indecency. Just before I could find the extra pair of shorts I remembered packing, she had already progressed to the stage where she touched herself with her legs spread wide open.

To anyone else, it might seem like she was masturbating furiously, but at that close proximity, I could tell that it was an itch she was trying to get relieved. A middle finger was digging so deeply, that sent her moaning at the same time sighing in comfort.

‘Can you help me? Please? I can’t reach far enough.’

‘What? Serious? I think you should call an ambulance or something.’

‘No no! You can’t! They.. Umm.. The group of us.. Kind of took some drugs earlier. It was just a stupid dare. Please!’

She grabbed my hand and brought it to her pussy, drenched and dripping through the narrow gaps of the wooden bench. Two of my fingers were pushed into her vagina and I went on my knees to do what she asked, since I was already this ‘deep’.

Following her suggestions, the wrist-twist motion turned out to do the job best, giving her minutes-long satisfaction at each try. I ended up getting as hard as wood listening to her expressive, sexual voice and going as fast/ deep as I could to keep her happy.

(She said) ‘I’m sorry to have involved you in this. You must be so tired.’

‘I’m fine. Is it going away?’

‘I am afraid not. I think I’m wetter than before. I’m so sorry.’

At 12am when my watch beeped, she stopped me and helped me onto my feet. Whatever we have done, this must be as far as she allowed me to go. Be it guilt or impatience, the intense situation died down when she squeezed my wrists really tight.

‘Can I trouble you again?’

‘What more can I do?’

Eight finger dug into my waistline and lowered my shorts (along with my underwear) to the floor. Her mouth went over my cock and began sucking on it with vigour, using mere seconds to make me feel lightheaded. She used the tip of her tongue to probe at my pee hole until I was groaning, before circling at the underside of my little ‘head’.

In less than two minutes, I was harder than I have ever seen. When I regained my composure to look at her, her eyes were halfway rolled back in ecstasy, as if my pre-cum had some magical properties.

(She whispered) ‘Can you fuck me?’

‘Get up then. Can you bend over the bench?’

Immediately, she went into the standing doggy and I plunged my dick deep into her. However tight she was, I had stretched her out well and my head was spinning wildly to the overwhelming sense of pleasure. The gratifying moans told me of the ultimate scratch for that itch of hers, like brushing for the first time after a dental scaling.

My hips kept thrusting as she got more relaxed, fueling my own lust as she received what she wanted. At the five-mark into our bathroom sex, I was feeling a little heat at the tip of my penis. ‘Abrasion’ it must be, from the crazy sex we were having. Having an additional ‘pain rage’ from my genital, I went even faster to overcome it with euphoria, only that it made me more frustrated.

‘Something is happening to my dick. It’s getting hotter!’

‘I know! Keep fucking me and it will go away!’

I reached for her shoulders and pounded her really deep and fast, lasting longer than my ‘usual’ since I was partly exhausted from swimming.

After we changed to the ‘girl-on-top’ position that ended up with the both of us fucking against a wall, I was growing tired as the urge to cum was creeping into my groin.

‘I think I’m cumming. I can’t take it anymore.’

‘Cum inside me then! Flush me with your cum.’

Her legs wrapped even tighter around my hips as I slammed her against the cold tiles, dipping the full length of my shaft as deep as I could go. The magical moment finally came after another three minutes of the most tiring sex, engaging every muscle in my boner to pump that humongous amount of semen right into her vagina.

We feebly wobbled back to the bench before my legs officially gave way, making space for her to ride my spurting cock till it was too soft. Somehow, my ejaculate solved the ‘itch’ and both of us took a thirty minute, silent break in the isolated changing room even the guards do not patrol.

(She said) ‘I can’t thank you enough for that. I’m now too tired to move.’

‘Neither can I.’

About an hour after we fucked our brains out, we headed up to her place (without any pants on her) where her friends had crashed her family’s weekend home, leaving the door unlocked and wide open. None of us could had anymore energy to even pick up one rubbish.

For the rest of the night, we slept in the same bed that reeked of alcohol, waking up no less than two times to ‘re-inject’ my man-made, biological ‘ointment’ inside her. Who could have slept with an itch that cause either a wet pussy, or raging boner right?

The next day, which was my off day, was spent cleaning up her place so she could then surprise me with thank-you sex, around the now-tidied home.

Just remember to never mix drug with sex.

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Fuck Zone(s)

‘Eh. Can you help me take a picture? Let me see how it looks on camera.’

‘Sure.’

I had followed Fiona to shop for some clothes after dinner, at one of the apparel shops she frequent enough to know the staff, who excused herself when I stepped into the changing room.

The dress she wore was a blue one, with some fabric overlapping at her chest, which actually ‘boosted’ her assets as they were supposed to be. When I took the shot, her bra and panties could be seen hanging on the wall, indicating how tight the dress was to imprint the VPL (visible panty line) if she had it on.

‘Come in come in. I’ll change and you shoot. Faster this way.’

She conveniently wriggled out of the dress and put on a black version, which was stretched so thin around her ass I could see her butt crack. That deep cleavage, brief sights of her nudity, and a few accidental bumps on my groin, caused the intended effect when a guy and a girl were locked in a tiny room.

‘Someone getting hard huh? After this k?’

‘After this?’

She put on a two piece outfit next, with an off shoulder crop top and a tight checkered skirt, which material looked so, flowy, soft, light, translucent, even with its layered design. I took some pictures of her in that and let her checked the outcome.

‘You just make me wanna get all three.’

‘Haha. Hey. I just took them at an angle that you look in.’

‘Say say only.’

She removed her heels and pushed me against the door, which thankfully was secured in a way that didn’t buckle under my weight. The cheerful girl then went for my belt next, undoing them so loudly with the metal parts hitting everywhere.

‘So, what do you want me to do with it?’

She had caught her long hair in a bundle, and went took my cock in her mouth before I could reply. In that brightly room, it was somewhat natural to feel a little guilty, to see a beautiful face sucking on a thick, heartless piece of meat. The make up she had made her skin so flawless, on top of her addictive character that made many guys turn green with our friendship.

For a ‘unhappening’ guy like me, she had spent a lot of time around me, as if I was friend-zoned far enough for anything to happen between us.

‘Ahh!’

‘Shhh!’

The playful bite she gave brought me back to the silent foreplay we were having, so I could give her all my attention. Checking my watch constantly, the blowjob lasted exactly two minutes before she got up, and stuck one of my hand between her legs. Just as my fingers started to move, she slapped on my shoulder and snarled at me.

(her whispering ‘just check if I am wet enough la!’

(me whispering) ‘we’re doing it here?!’

‘Then?’

She turned to the full-length mirror as her ass stuck out, shaking it teasingly for me to poke into. Without a condom, there was nothing I could do, except to enter her raw. It didn’t take me long to start pounding her ass, jutting her in ‘her’ face through the mirror. Our eyes were staring dead at each other as our movements got wilder, to the increasing tightness of her pussy.

(me whispering) ‘I think I’m gonna cum soon.’

(her whispering ‘Just cum la!’

(me whispering) ‘Inside?!’

‘Then?’

Guessing that she knew herself best, I didn’t argue anymore and rammed to my heart’s content, feeling her squeezing me in milking motion as we reached the end. In under two minutes, I was grabbing her waist so hard, as I filled her up with my cream, that I was so afraid that it wouldn’t stop shooting when it began (which of course didn’t happen).

After I left my seeds in her, I wore my pants back while she leaned against the mirror, and proceeded to rub one out in front of me. Armed with her camera, I started filming her dirty side until she finished shivering from her orgasm.

‘Kk. Let’s go.’

I left the room first and waited for her before she came out in the same clothes we fucked in.

‘Had fun?’

The female staff was almost grinning when we went to the counter, where Fiona went behind to let her scan, and cut the tags from her purchase. Adding one more bag of her own clothes to the ones I was carrying, we left the store tired, but happier having our affection made known to each other.

‘From now on, we are not just best friends k?’

Whatever she meant, I couldn’t be happier to acknowledge. We went to her place to put her stuff down, and went into her room straight in a raging fire of lust. It seemed that her family knew about me, and was more than happy to let me spend nights at their place since I wasn’t that much of a fuckboy-boyfriend to have.

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Blackout Curtains

‘Wait for me here. I’m going to turn off the lights.’

Jolie, who worked in an apparel shop, went to the switches near the entrance and turned everything off, except for the lights at the cashier. It was her routine to darken the place to prevent any customers from coming in after hours, so she could close the register in peace too. Hanging around since two hours ago, I helped out a little with packing some purchases from customers.

Hearing the cashbox slam back into the counter, I knew she was done and watched her packed her bag, stuffing her makeup pouch inside her small backpack.

‘Done?’

‘Almost. Just one more thing.’

She went to the door and turned off the last switch, leaving us in complete darkness except for the lights coming through the transparent shutter. Suddenly, she grabbed my arm and dragged me into the changing room, standing at the wall while I lost my balance leaning on her boobs.

Both my hands automatically went onto her chest and squeezed them hard, before pulling her singlet off. The tube she wore under fell around her waist to my eager hands, leaving her only in the pink bra, and the pair of black shorts.

‘I can’t tell if it’s pink though.’

‘Just.. suck it.’

Jolie cheekily pushed my head down and I took her nipple into my lips, sucking hard, twirling around those sensitive areola till they were hard. After it was poking, I couldn’t help but nibble on them for her moans, sounding so erotic that my erection hurt. I stopped after five minutes of teasing, seeing that dazed look once I was upright.

She cleverly pulled the bar stool (which she would sit at the cashier on) and hopped on it, lifting her ass enough for me to remove her shorts. Once she was bare bottomed, I squatted to give her a lick, only to feel her squirm as I did it. I only managed to keep up for a short while until she pushed me away, showing me an even more excited face with her everywhere wet (from my saliva perhaps).

I let her unzip my jeans and take my cock out, enjoying the brief handjob lubricated by her saliva, turning me on especially with that saliva scent. My hips were almost thrusting on its own into her hand when she found the right pressure to hold my cock, making me so weak but energised at the same time.

My chest fell onto hers to pin her against the wall, pushing my way between her legs despite a little resistance. Without a condom, I was constantly thinking about what she said about ‘getting pregnant’. Well, fuck it. I wanted it right there and then.

As I sent my hardness into those delicate softness, a small shiver resonated in both of us, locking our arms tighter around each other. We were engaged in the discreet but rapid pumping of my hips, jutting relentlessly at her legs that couldn’t open any wider.

‘I’m gonna.. fuck!’

Her legs wrapped around me tightly following a small tremble, squeezing my cock even harder. My mind was savouring it so much that it lost control and hammered her faster as her V contracted. It wasn’t going to take much longer..

‘Eject!’

Before I make any mistakes, I slipped out of her and missed the next thrust, which she swiftly caught my cock and continued jerking me off. Without letting go of her grip, we switched places (me taking the stool), giving me a frontal view of her mouth working on my rod. That sweet face knew exactly how to push my buttons and it took my merely a minute before I came, into that mouth which just gently suckd everything as hard as it came.

I did not feel guilty or bad, as there weren’t any signs of discomfort from her. She was just running her lips up and down, emptying the shaft of everything with a pop once she reached the tip. We spent the next moment admiring each other, touching and feeling the softness of our sticky skin.

‘Here.’

Right. Wet wipes. We cleaned ourselves up before I went out of the shop, leaving her to arm the security alarm before she fully lowered the shutter. One staying in Tampines, one in Bishan, we split at the train station, the sense of relief and calmness still lingering on my mind with that much needed ‘release’. Not just with anyone, but with Jolie, a girl whom I knew differently from her normal friends.

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New Fun

‘Hey, are you Jo?’, a feminine voice got his attention and he looked at the lady clearly years older than him. She held onto his elbows to direct him once she confirmed her partner and walked straight into the mall. ‘Where’s Jason?’, Jo had to ask out of courtesy since he was the one who contacted him for a threesome. ‘He’s following us from far. Don’t look’, she walked proudly among the crowd staring at their obvious huge age gap, making Jo so afrid of seeing someone he knew.

The maroon dress she wore wasn’t too short, contouring around where made her sexy. It also had a velvety feel when she hugged his arm too tight, feeling boobs so soft as he could imagine them to be. There was no way anyone could tell how sexy she was compared to the photos Jason sent him. He could only see the ‘lady’ in her instead of the depicted ‘horny wife’.

They went into an apparel shop where the only staff greeted her. ‘Ehh. So long never see you!’, her conversation was interrupted when she looked behind them, as if seeing someone she feared.

‘There’s no customers?’, Jo’s girlfriend for the day asked her friend who went back behind the cashier. ‘Nope. Business has been quiet lately’, she looked at the POS monitor and opened a log book to carry on with her task, while the couple browsed through the merchandies.

When Jo spotted a top that had so many straps on its back, he just had to take it out to see clearer. ‘How do you even wear this?’, his genuine question needed not much longer to get an answer to. She took his choice and led him into the changing rooms, curtains acting as doors in the small outlet.

Metal clanks came from outside and the staff was speaking to someone else immediately. The lady Jo was in the changing room with is the wife of another man, ‘Jason’, as he knew. The dress looked gorgeous on her and turned to the full length mirror to check herself out. ‘Can you see how low must you go before you can see my panties?’, she watched him through the mirror with a grin.

Jo squatted slowly and did not say a word until he saw her puffy mould, right between her thigh gap. ‘You didn’t wear any’, he stammered and watched her bent forward to the mirror. Her feet shuffled backwards until her pussy was stuck right in his face, and the curious boy leaned closer for a sniff. It was a childhood scent of Johnson’s baby wash from what he could remember. A tinge of wetness lined the curves of her under lips and he swiped his fingertip slowly along the valley.

The strand of stickiness stretched until he pulled his hand further away, breaking the chain of pleasure. ‘Do you want to lose your virginity in here?’, she asked in a cheeky tone. ‘I don’t know. Maybe not?’, his doubtful voice was completely understandable and she did not force anything on him either.

The cushion stool in the corner was brought behind his legs, giving him a side view of her upcoming plan. She pulled his jeans down and patted loudly on the stool. For ‘Category A’ seating, he watched her kneel between his legs and tied her hair in a high ponytail, holding his rod like an experienced wife.

It only took her a finger going under his foreskin to unravel his erection, pointing excitedly at her. She actually blow air out before taking his dick into her lip-sticked mouth, holding it in while saliva gathered at her jaw. When his rod appeared again, it was completely wet and his innocence were never seen again.

Leaning backwards in shock, his head went dizzy from her rapid lip movements, sliding up and down wetly over his shaft. The curtains opened a little for an eye peeping at them but none of them realised that at all. Jo couldn’t stop groaning despite knowing they were in ‘public’ given how heavenly her tongue was swirling around his dick head.

Sucking harder on her way ‘up’, popping noises heightened his sensitivity around the tip. When she circled around the underside of the little hood, his eyelids pried themselves open with a deep gasp. Her lips relaxed after a few minutes into the private performance and his dick was dipping in a warm orifice at a constant speed.

She had caught the timing perfectly to transit into the next phase, reconstructing a ‘pussy’ with her mouth. Jo then had recovered his composure and was admiring her taking his long cock, occasionally pausing throat deep on him.

Her pace gradually increased to send him back to his pitiful groaning mode, hands gripping the sides of his chair tighter. In under five minutes, his feet had clamped at the base and toes were curled beyond its usual angle.

‘Shooting shooting!’, his poorly structured warning only pushed her to go faster, tongue joining in the fun gliding seamlessly under his shaft. Once his chest flew forward for the first squirt, she sank her lips down to the groin where his dick starts. There was no bit of genital showing when the rest of his cum flowed out of his rod, confusing him for a moment about whether he actually came.

Her hands finally came into the picture during the last pump, fondling his balls to get two more squeezes. Drawing away from him, the cleanest cock showed up and shrunk down fast. She wiped her mouth as if he came a lot and acted normal to fold her own dress.

‘Was it a lot?’, he had to confirm that his tiredness came from the amount he gave her. ‘Uh huh. And I can still feel them inside’, she gave him the loveliest smile and went to the counter ahead of him. Her friend cut the tag off the dress Jo picked for her, and steamed the lower flaring part that was crumpled.

Without making any payment, they left for the area that she found Jo waiting earlier. From the corner of his eye, he could spot a man entering with his card in his hand, ready to make payment for something. Jo bought her a StarBuck drink while waiting for a text to go into her phone.

Jo never felt this confident and relieved, especially when he himself was filled with worries and confusion about how things might turn out. She, Ella, had let him experienced a taste of a woman not afraid to lead and take charge – even if she was a submissive one with her rightful partner.

This entry is an appreciation for the owner of Josecantstopwriting, who showed me the upside of Tumblr’s mention-and-reposting system. He has rightfully obtained permission to post the stories I’ve written for him in full, and it is an eye opener to see a method of sharing that work around infringement of intellectual property.

Apart from those who have obtained their exclusive rights to publish my works on their sites or elsewhere, I still stand by my principles for others to post excerpts of any works from any writers. So to bring readers back to where effort has been put in to deliver content in the authors’ ideal reading environment – their sites that is.