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Crash Landing

‘Just how much exactly did you drink?’, I asked as Jia Ying began stumbling while merely standing in the lift, with her face red like a lobster and clothes in disarray.

‘Just.. half a bottle? I think.. I just kept drinking once I booked the car.. I just want to sleep once I get here.. ‘, she slurred harder as the lift came to a stop, with me half-supporting her weight as we made our way to my place.

It has been at least 10 years since we broke up, and since it was a clean break, we didn’t have anything to do with each other. Although she was the one whom initiated the break, it wasn’t exactly hard to come to terms with her decision, based on you know.. the usual ‘if you want her to be happy, learn to let go’ that sort of analogy.

I still didn’t know how she found my IG, but she did. And there was no need for any second thoughts to help her when she asked, because after all, she was someone I had loved before.

Within 10 minutes of entering my home, she was already in bed, chest-down, sideway-facing with her arms strewn on the side. I didn’t get a clear picture of what happened to her, but I did understand the choice of ‘wanting a break’.

(Jia Ying slurred) ‘can you get me some water? i think i will need it when i wake up.. ‘

‘Ok.’, I replied her, taking a deep breathe after.

No more than 5 minutes later, she was snoring, and I couldn’t be more relieved. As quietly as I could, I inflated a mattress and went to bed on it, having prepared her water and spare towels in the shower if she woke up before me.

I wasn’t sure how much time had passed when I felt a tug on my arm, followed by a harder pull to sit me upright before I was fully awake. Half-fumbling and half-confused, I was led to the bed and the familiar side-cuddle came upon my shoulder.

(Jia Ying whispered) ‘this is your bed.. you should sleep here.. ‘

With that said, I fell into a deeper sleep than earlier, more resistant to any ‘sleep’ fidgeting.

Once again, after an unknown amount of time, I felt some tugging in my loin, and it took me a good few minutes to fully sober up to a warm face kissing my neck.

‘Jiaying?’, I muttered.

‘ya?’

‘what are you doing?’

‘nothing?’

I felt the sheets moved away from my body, and hair touching my thighs, and a mouth enveloping my fully erect dick. I finally forced my eyes opened to see a brown-cover binder book on the floor a distance from the bed, and immediately understood why she did what she was doing. Somehow, she found the scrapbook that we once had, filled with pages of photos and receipts and ticket stubs to the places we have been and did.

Despite my distant emotions to whatever sexual favours she was doing, I couldn’t help but feel for the familiar sight of her smooth, bare back, and her head bobbing over my hips. I could tell that she had gained some skills, and it was enough to keep my morning wood as hard as it could get.

(She paused and asked) ‘are you still single?’

‘yes.. ‘

‘good.. ‘

She then pushed the sheets further away and climbed right over my dick, face still slightly flushed. I look a quick look at the clock and saw 0500, a good 10 more hours away from my working time. Without more words between us, she starting riding me, face partly blocked by the swaying hair hiding her slightly-excruciating expression. According to my memory, she was never this good, to the point that I had to hold her back multiple times. There was no condoms between us, just pure lust and perspiration slowly gathering on our bodies.

Midway, she collapsed on my chest and I knew it was time to take over. I rolled both our bodies onto her back and maintained a push-up position as I jerked my hips back and forth, slower than either of us wanted. I made sure to go as deep as my balls allowed, hold it inside her for a few good seconds, before making a fast exit. That torturous pace soon caused her legs to wrap around my back, and she tried harder and harder to push me back in.

Seeing her pleading look, I had to give in, and resumed a rhythmic but controllable pace in and out of her pussy. That familiar pair of hands then went cupped on my cheeks, passionately pulling me in for a kiss that we never broke free from. Our lips, tongues, went all out as my thrusts picked up speed, from tucking, to piling, to hammering.

Her body was getting jutted higher and higher as I rammed my dick mercilessly into her. She threw her arms onto the headboard to ease the bumping on the top of her head, and her mouth went into a voiceless screaming mode.

(She moaned) ‘I’M COMING! I’M COMING RIGHT NOW.. FUUUUUCCCKKKK!’

Her thighs let go of me and her knees went up and down and wide and closed, unable to find a good position as her vagina sealed my dick in a vacuum. I was too, nearing the end as she got immensely wetter. After a few more violent strokes, I yanked my dick out and aimed it on her belly, and that exhausted girl knew to hold it in her palm with her fingers around my dick. I was half-thrusting in her half-stroking hand when I finally released a huge load across her chest, squirting cum into her belly button and all over her fingers in our expended state.

She remained on her back as I towered over her on my weakened arms, and we smiled simultaneously at each other.

(She breathed) ‘I think you’ve grown bigger than last time.’

(I reciprocated) ‘And you’ve gotten better in every way.’

‘Tighter or loose?’

‘Definitely tighter, and better riding and sucking.. ‘

We took a few long minutes to tidy up, had a quick rinse of our bodies, and climbed straight back to bed.

(Jia Ying whispering by my side) ‘i’m not sleepy yet. but you have work later right?’

‘yeah.. ‘

(She asked) ‘can I suck you again? or do you want to sleep?’

(I chided) ‘what a lousy question.. who would turn down a blowjob?’

She gave me a cheeky smile and went on her knees between my legs, in a proper ‘meal time’ position this time. With my eyes closed, I was sucked and milked in the most erotic-then-turned-comforting blowjob. To both our surprise, my second load was as impressive as my first, as measured in her elated, puffed up cheek smile. After that, we slept until the sun came out.

Jia Ying stayed for a few more days before leaving, and returned after a week with an irresistible proposal. The reason she had ‘ran’ away from home was due to some problems with her fiancé, and that few days she was absent, she took that time to official broke things off. Without an immediate place to stay, she offered to do more ‘work’, while she get her future accommodations sorted out.

So for the last few days we found no need to be dressed in our own home, it has been hard to resist seeing each other naked. And the alternative kind of exercise sure beats using dumbbells on yoga mats.

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Interest Paid

(Milly asked) ‘Why didn’t you reply my texts today? Are you angry at me?’

‘Nooo.. I just feel lost. I know I said I would help you. But that amount.. sigh‘

(Milly agreed) ‘I know it’s a lot a lot of money. I’ll pay you back. Sorry to make you worry so much.’

Although I didn’t exactly ‘lose everything’, the amount of money required to get her out of that fix was – literally everything I had. All the investments, potential returns, emergency fund, anything that I could ever fall back on, suddenly wasn’t there anymore.

(Milly asked) ‘Do you want me to.. do anything for you? I don’t mind helping daddy every now and then until I pay you back everything.’

‘It’s ok. I’m not really in the mood. Thank you for still being here.’

(Milly replied) ‘Aiyooo. I’m not going anywhere. Go shower first. I’ll bring your towel to you.’

Without wasting more time, I headed straight to the shower and took my standard ten minutes wash. Unlike before, when my towel would be waiting right outside for me, she had forgotten to bring it.

(I shouted) ‘MILLY! MY TOWEL!’

‘COMING!’

That cheeky, grinning, skinny girl then skipped into my view, wearing just the strappy, two-piece caged bra and panties. After handing me the towel, she immediately squatted down and took my dick straight between her lips, teasing the tip incessantly with her tongue. With sparks flying in my head, my legs turned jelly in no time. Hanging onto the walls for support, she switched to a handjob while admiring my orgasmic face.

(In my trembling voice) ‘Can I go sit down?’

All smiley, she led me to the bed and perched me down, before going down on her knees again to lick all over my shaft. All I had to do was to lean back, and shiver to every up-down motion of her lips, fitted snug around my girth. Despite staying constant in her rhythm, my body was breaking down steadily. Soon, I was laying on my back, and she calmly climbed over my waist.

In utter silence, she collected some saliva in her fingers and smeared it onto her pussy between her open-groin ‘panties’. Very gently, she then grabbed my dick and rubbed its head along her slit, until she herself, was wobbling in her knees. Her pussy carefully slipped over my twitching head, down my engorged shaft, all the way down onto my groin. Letting off a shy sigh, she began moving her waist up and down, quite awkwardly I would say, but to her best efforts.

(I spoke softly) ‘Milly? … Let me.’

I sat up and hugged her in my arms, before I stood up to plop her down on the bed. Perched atop her body chest-to-chest, I began thrusting my hips, slamming mindlessly into her helpless, frail body.

(Milly moaning) ‘OH YES! OH YES! FUCK ME HARD DADDY.. DON’T STOP.. KEEP GOING!’

As my mind reasoned with my body to maintain a manageable tempo, her legs wrapped around my hips and pulled me in, forging a tension I needed most of my strength to ‘resist’ (a.k.a. pull out). With the ongoing ‘power struggle’, a sudden clench of her vaginal walls threw me off far and high, thoroughly eradicating any self-control left.

Right there and then, I slid out of her, rolled her onto her chest, grabbed her waist, and lifted that pussy right up. Holding that slender body in my hands, I swung my hips skilfully towards her ass, slipping my dick ever so easily in and out of her overly wet cunt. It was that position, paired with a slightly angled upward thrust, she buried her head hard into the pillow while letting off a deep groan.

‘FUUUUUAAAAAHHHH!’

Her vaginal gradually became tighter, to the point I could no longer hold it in anymore.

(I groaned) ‘Milly! I’m cumming!’

Out of habit, I arched my groin away from her, abruptly ending the delivery of pleasure in her pussy. Little did I expect, she slid herself off the bed and retook my dick in her hand, stroking it affectionately while aiming its tip at her bony neck.
‘CUMMING!’

I let off a gasp as my breath left my body, as my load did straight over her collarbone and breasts, like a watered-down cream of mushroom. None of my cum was wasted as she spread them as far as they’d go on her skin, citing ‘a good moisturiser according to the Internet’ for her action. Once I was exhausted, she cleaned me up like a fine wife, and tucked me into bed.

That night, we both slept so well that we had the energy, and drive for a little workout the next morning.

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Cum Jerking

‘Will you watch over me?’,

As soon as Maeve finished whispering those then-meaningless words into my ear, she wandered towards the crowd and weaved in and out of a few people along the edge, before she reappeared behind a guy I couldn’t quite make out. While I didn’t mind her dirty dancing with other guys, especially in a club, it wasn’t until she ‘spun’ him around did I realise, who he really was.

I have to admit, that she did a really good job, of not letting him see her as she rocked her body behind his, maintaining her form as she caressed him, by running her small, fantastical hands along his chest and occasionally, reaching a bit too far down. As the songs changed from a fast, to more sensual one, her body seamlessly adjusted her swaying movements to the tempo.

Just like we had expected, it didn’t take him long to ‘dance’ in a more distracted manner, purposefully guiding her hands towards where his groin was. As the spiteful, and playful girl Maeve was, she wasn’t shy about groping him, at where he used to pleasure her with. From fondling his body under his shirt, she slowly progressed to his jeans, then followed by the subsequent, awkward endeavour of trying to contain his ‘excitement’ while she massaged him in the tight, confined space.

In small, unassuming steps, she finally had him where it was dark, cosy, and lined with couples making out. Even then, she didn’t let him do anything more than touching her from the front, which proved inadequate no matter how he bent his arms to return her ‘favour’. Within minutes, he was rendered immobile, save for the small, jerky movements, once she commenced her in-pants handjob, toying him well enough to make him squirm strangely in their spot.

With her two hands in his pants, I could only imagine what he went through as he gasped and writhed, while unable to disable her forwardness from the front. At one point in time, he finally stopped struggling and was in a ‘certain’ mood, that lasted for a good few minutes before he suddenly squatted down – like how a boy would react when a girl made him jizz in his pants.

For some reason, it was especially entertaining to watch Maeve pulled her hands out in his squatting position, thereafter wiping those soiled hands with his shirt that he couldn’t care less about. It was then, Maeve used those same hands to turn his face to her, before doing a little skip-dance back into my arms.

After we exchanged a kiss, she left to clean herself up, and dragged me out of the club for a dark, sketchy corner to let me ‘reclaim’ her, with a rushed, but passionate, quickie to refill her pussy.

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Third Surprise

(Her WhatsApp) ‘I’m coming home now. Just finished chilling with my sis-in-law. Don’t sleep first ok?’

Glad that she had spent such a meaningful day with little time to text me, I was wide awake and ready to hear how her day went. In my usual army admin tee and boxers, I laid peacefully in bed for the next fifteen minutes until her second text came.

(Her WhatsApp) ‘I’m in the lift now. I’m bringing someone along too. Open the door for me?’

I jumped out of bed upon reading that, with a little more than ten seconds to ‘tidy’ our room before the doorbell rang. Looking through the peephole, I was shocked by the taller guy standing behind her, than I was surprised to see her in an outfit she clearly didn’t leave house in, or would ever own.

With no other options, I opened the door to them and she stepped right in, looking all guilty but at the same time, not very apologetic, while donning a short, long-sleeved crop top, a black, pleated mini-skirt too short for her long legs, and her newest pair of white Adidas sneakers.

Just as I opened my mouth, she dived into my arms and kissed me while kicking her sneakers off, backing us up a step at a time (onto the guy) until she was sandwiched between us.

Somehow, the guy got the audacity to start feeling her up when we were ‘making out’, sliding his hands around her waist and rising under her top. Sensing no resistance from her, I quickly understood what she was up to, but still had tons of questions on my face.

Shortly after, she pushed forward onto me until I stumbled over the bed, in an upright sitting position that she leveraged on to pull my boxers off. In a flash, her mouth was all over my dick, tongue running up and down my extending shaft while I watched the other guy caressed her slim body like a hungry wolf.

(He panted aloud, in a deep voice) ‘James.’

‘Jasper.’

I sighed out of pleasure as her lips went around my tip, enveloping the rest of my shaft quickly enough to send a powerful chill up my spine. Before my very eyes, I saw her shifting her body around as he stripped her socks, and panties off, leaving her skirt untouched.

‘My turn to take something off too’, I thought to myself as I reached under her crop top, to find nothing there. In mere seconds, she was moaning to his ‘fidgeting’ behind her rear while her mouth was bobbing up and down along my manhood.

Before I knew it, she had turned her back onto me, flipped her skirt up, slid me inside of her, and pointed at the box of Okamoto above my head. I immediately understood her message and handed one to the guy, who put it on in the fastest manner he could.

The next thing I knew, she was going down on him with me inside her throbbing vagina, balls occasionally getting ‘poked’ by her fingers over her clit.

About five minutes later, she dismounted her ‘stallion’ and ushered me to lie at the pillows, where she continued sucking me off while the other guy positioned himself behind her, in doggy-style, to fill her other hole with dick.

Our eyes (hers and mine) were locked throughout the time he put his dick into her, and it took no more than a gasp for her to express his ‘success’. Following that, he began rocking his hips at her at an unhurried pace, driving her mouth at the same speed down my unsheathed dick.

(He whispered loudly) ‘fuck! you’re really tight!’

Of course, I’d know. It is one of the perks (or rather, downfall) of having such a hot, sexy girlfriend that no man, not even her own boyfriend, could last very long before losing control of our bodies to cum in her lovely, wet hole.

With his thrusts getting harder and faster each time, his groans, and ours, got louder as well. Since he started banging her, she had drenched my dick and balls in so much saliva that she could take all of me into her mouth, suspending me in a high, incoherent mood.

When he finally unleashed the series of forceful, deep strokes into her pussy, she switched her blowjob to a milder, shallow-sucking motion, that resembled a baby on a pacifier, possibly to silence her otherwise louder moans.

No more than two minutes later, his hips buckled and delivered three, defining thrusts into my baby girl. In blissful ‘defeat’, he fumbled backwards out of her and skipped into the bathroom for a wash up.

During which, my girl crawled into my arms and climbed over me, stuffed me into her swollen pussy, and just hugged me tightly.

(I whispered seductively) ‘Let me do the work now.’

I rolled us over and began soothing her spent vagina with my constant, in-out motion, as she automatically raised her legs for me. Holding her calves wide apart, I saw the adventurous, wild side of her fade away, into the faithful lover she has always been.

It was just passionate love-making from that point on and I felt no rush, nor any urgency to fulfil my own sexual agenda, since she was still glowing, and smitten by the guy before me.

While we were at it, the guy had put his clothes back on, and disrespectfully left a thin stack of fifty-dollars note on our dresser by the door before leaving. Unwanting to let him distract us, I gently fucked my girl until she grew too weary to keep her eyes opened any longer.

I picked up speed and used whatever juices she had secreted as fuel, to leave a large spread of nutritious, love-filled moisturiser on her belly. Immediately after, I ‘glued’ my belly onto hers and smothered her with kisses and nipple-sucking, until she dozed off for a second.

(I hinted) ‘Let’s shower before we sleep?’

Resisting her pleas to ‘shower later’, I dragged her into the bathroom where she then spent an unnecessary amount of time to ‘soap’ me up, and delivered another piece of news.

(She admitted as she stroked me) ‘Daddy? Will you be mad if I tell you that I am the one who charged him for the threesome?’

‘Huh? You mean you asked him for payment?’

(She answered) ‘Yeah. He was the one asking if he could bring me home tonight. And I said I can bring him home, if he is willing to share me with my boyfriend, and won’t be free.’

‘How much did you tell him to pay?’

‘I didn’t tell him any amount. He just said OK. So I just followed him into his car and gave him our address.’

At that point, I was dumbfounded, but mostly speechless. Combine that retheoric information with her apologetic look, and a busy hand that was still rubbing on my manhood, how could any man keep his calm, especially when I could pin her up against the cold tiles of the wall and fuck her mind out to ease my frustration.

For the entire duration of her nightly-skincare routine, she remained eerily quiet and only spoke when I climbed into the bed and held her in my arms. Without any suggestion, she slithered under the sheets and gave my dick another round of blowjob, executing her best moves so lovingly and dutifully, until she stopped mysteriously.

(In a muffled voice under the sheets) ‘Daddy? Am I allowed to do it again? Bring another guy home?’

(I answered in relief) ‘Yes. But please agree on an amount beforehand.’

That night, both of us managed to fall asleep at about the same time, halfway through the sideway-sex position.

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Sloppy Professional

Awakened by the sudden ‘show’ of hand onto my boxers, I was about to drift back to sleep when that said hand, began to make slow, small movements along my groin. Within half a minute of my feigned ignorance, she had sneaked into my pants and was taming its voracious morning mood. I couldn’t help but let off a hushed sigh as she wrapped her soft, thin fingers around my shaft, swiftly relieving me of that growing dick-ache.

Momentarily, everything felt right and peaceful again, until she slid herself southward of the bed. It must be time for her to shower, I had presumed, since ‘time’ spent in bed usually past quicker than ‘real time’. Before I knew it, her mouth went right over ‘me’, enveloping my tingling manhood in untold warmth and comfort. Jolted fully awake by the unexpected rush of adrenaline-blended shock, I was hit hard by both extreme pleasure and sheer sleepiness.

Her mouth, seamlessly rotated about until her tongue was positioned at the underside of my little head, lined up with the sensitive vein of my shaft. In less than ten, in-out strokes, she had effortlessly turned my brain to mush, and my moans into shameful pleas of mercy. Keeping me in a suspended state of euphoria with the rhythmic, up-down motion of her mouth, she formed a loose grip at the base of my dick with her thumb and index finger.

After two minutes or so, as I throbbed and twitched more violently, she tightened her fist to restrict more blood flow, intentionally growing my manhood as she switched to a handjob. Armed with a jacked up rod and an increasingly-desperate urge, she was aware of her control over me – in just that one hand of hers.

In a matter of a few, long minutes, I arrived at the dead end writhing in groans and helpless gasps, simply waiting for that sexual build up to reach its peak (and my demise). Her unwielding look of delight, along with that sly, sheepish grin, was etched deeply into my mind as I took my final deep breath, for the subsequent eruption of white lava – over the back of her hand.

Still, she couldn’t resist pushing me over the edge for a little longer, using the slickness of the cum I just unloaded all over us. Thankfully, I wasn’t tormented for too long when her third alarm rang, for my turn to wake up – and give her a proper, sexy time in the shower.