Spontaneous Student

Diagonally seated in front of me, the blue skirt hiked up her legs and brought my attention to her eyes, hoping that she did not notice my gaze. Instead, a grin appeared sideways to me and a momentary line of sight was established. I felt a little confused then and did not know what I could do. So, I went back to my iPad and continued reading the news.

A few minutes later, she got out of her seat with her wallet and walked towards the door next to me, dropping a piece of paper as she exited.

Toilet now.

Since I was alone, I packed my stuff and went to the gents, actually doing my business and exited in time to see her adjusting her blouse at the females’ entrance.

Girl: ‘Is there anyone inside the gents?’
Me: ‘Nope. Why?’

She walked straight into the gents, and I couldn’t leave her alone. Seeing how the last cubicle door moved, I joined her in the toilet with a racing heart. As hesitant as I was about getting involved with a girl her age, the situation did not allow much thoughts to happen.

Before my eyes, a pink bra emerged from between those buttons and she stepped out of her skirt without letting it hit the ground. I hung my bag at the hanger of the door and she lifted my shirt up to expose my belt.

Me (whispering): ‘Hey hey.. can you slow down?’

She wasn’t any shorts under her skirt then and simply tucked my hand between her legs, letting me feel the wet patch on her panties.

Girl (whispering): ‘You are the one that made me lost control when you looked at my legs.’

Her panties went down to let me touch her pussy directly, while my underwear was lowered to my thighs. In untrained motion, she pumped my cock erratically until it was too overbearing. In return, I kept vibrating my fingers on her clit till she tiptoed, raising herself higher for me to finger her.

All it took was a few seconds for me to shove my finger in, thrusting as soon as I could to relief the pain. She kept her mouth on my neck to suppress the moans escaping but her random hand movements made me weak fast.

Me (whispering): ‘Girl, let me help you cum. Then we’ll leave k?’
Girl (whispering): ‘Just like that?’
Me: ‘Yeah.’

Both of us took a break and she moved to the door, turning her back on me and angling her hips at ninety degrees. She peeled one of her ass open and a pink, slimy pussy invited me into its drooling orifice. ‘Sure?’, I mouthed the word of confirmation to her and she nodded in kitty cute manner.

I parked my meat between her ass and pushed forward slowly, stretching the tight lips open around my shaft. As I disappeared into her, I could feel how I tore my way into her naturally enclosed cave. When she closed her fists against the door, I knew I was fully inside and had to take a few steps back to prevent slamming her body on the thin door.

Once we decided that the toilet bowl was the best place to be fucking at, her knees supported her lower body while she crossed her arms on the water tank. Very carefully, I made long, deep strokes to acclimatise her body, making her wetter as she felt every inch of my skin on her vagina.

Seeing how her toes curl, I knew she was ready and proceeded to pound harder, going deeper with increasing speed. It was damn sexy and wrong to be holding a school girl’s waist this hard, jerking her ass towards me just to pierce her another time. After three minutes of chest tightening gasps, she flung her body upright and slammed onto my chest. I cupped my hands over her small boobs and squeezed hard, cumming and leaking juices down her legs.

Me (whispering): ‘Where do I come babe?’
Girl (whispering): ‘Wait wait. Let me sit down first.’

Like playing lava floor, she turned herself around on her knees and wiped herself dry, before sitting on her skirt. Holding my cock in her face, she used her viscous pussy juice to masturbate me, smiling widely as I struggled to contain my groans.

The next thing I did was to bunch her hair into a ponytail, and she straightened her back knowing what I was thinking. Just as I pushed her towards me cock, her lips opened and I just felt her going down eternally on me.

Me: ‘Ahh.. ‘

I guided her head, keeping her lips in motion without going too deep. The spontaneous student did her best and let her tongue flip around as well, sucking me gently as I went crazy.

All it too was another three minutes, before I lost my mind and held her head still, aimed down her neck. Hot cum string shot over her chest and bra, dribbling down to her belly and she helped pumped my cock a few times to extract everything. Once I stopped shooting, she smeared my bio-lotion over her body and even gave her own pussy a few rubs.

Instead of looking tired, she was hyper like before and went to put on all her clothes, helping me as well after she was done. I was just regaining my senses and recovering my energy after the wild girl’s chase to orgasm.

She left the toilet behind me after I checked that there was no one else, and stood for a while at the corridor.

Girl: ‘Here’s my number. Text me k? We can meet again.’
Me: ‘I don’t know about that. You’re under sixteen.’
Girl: ‘And that’s how you feel really big to me, by being small.. and tight.’

The long haired girl with the fine, toned legs, chest proportionally-developed and pussy beyond-ready, ran into the restaurant after giving me a wink, joining her friends who were chatting away. Before I reached home, she had already booked me for a date the next day, at a quieter place that we won’t be judged for being seen together. And of course, for something more after dine-and-date.

Doctor’s Prescription

Erica: ‘Is your cough still there?’
Me: ‘Nope. Recovered. Did you call me back because of my blood work?’

The gorgeous doctor was the daughter of the head general practioner (if there is such a hierarchy) in the family clinic my parents had gone to for the longest time. That’s why I addressed her as Erica even though she was my doctor. I knew her since primary school and we never failed to play together during each visit.

She flipped open a folder and took a glance, before she unwrapped the stethoscope around her neck.

Erica: ‘If you don’t mind, I’m going to check your kidneys. Just going to apply some pressure at various spots. You are just slightly below the healthy range.’

I put my slingbag down and went to the bed, where she adjusted the pillow while I lie down. After she lifted my shirt above my nipples, she listened to my heartbeat with a serious expression. Moving her scope downwards, she reached my stomach and kept going till she was an inch above my groin.

Erica: ‘Can you pull your shorts down a bit?’

Her scope returned to her neck and her fingers pressed around my hips, checking if I felt any pain along the way. Slowly, she lowered my shorts until my trimmed groin was showing. Lying flat without suspecting anything, only my butt moved up when she tugged at the waistband.

Erica: ‘Can I take a look down there?’
Me: ‘Huh? Must see ah? Shy leh.’
Erica: ‘Since you are here for a checkup, might as well right?’

Her rubber gloves touched my erecting cock and moved it around to give it a thorough look, until a moan escaped when she caressed my testicles. The next thing I knew, she was peeling my foreskin back to expose my dick head, all the while fondling my balls.

Me: ‘Erica.. what are you doing?’
Erica: ‘Shhh.. Only say something if you feel anything.’

Her white gloves landed on my side after some fidgeting and my family doctor was just a bit from giving me a full handjob. I couldn’t contain the moans that broke free during her check up and let myself go, groaning as softly as I could.

Her lab coat came off shortly after and revealed a black, off shoulder blouse, contouring to her shapely figure as well as a pair of blue denim shorts that left most of her legs exposed.

Erica: ‘You know? Since young, I have always had a crush on you.’
Me: ‘Now I know.’

From where I was lying, I couldn’t see what she was up to. Luckily, I could reach her ass and put my arms around them, beginning to undo her shorts. As soon as her shorts were below her ass, a powerful tsunami of pleasure flooded my mind from her mouth going down my shaft. The gentleness of her lips on my hard cock was so stimulating I could barely complete what I was doing in the first place – stripping her bottoms off.

The best I could do was to leave her panties at her knees, before sliding my fingers between her sexy thigh gap. The first moan I ever heard from her was so seductive, sensually shy as I rubbed her clit fast. Within seconds, my middle finger slipped into her and she got up abruptly from the shock.

Making some space on the bed (by shifting myself closer to the wall), she hopped on beside me and spread her legs over mine. Now that I could reach her pussy easier, there was no shortage of endorphins as I worked my way around her clit and inside her.

Moments later, she turned towards me and grabbed my collar, face still glowing from my thrusting fingers.

Erica (whispering): ‘Can we fuck?’
Me: ‘My parents have always hinted at me to pick you up, like as a girlfriend. After we fuck, you’ll be mine. Deal?’

‘Deal’, the answer sent a twitch to my cock and I got up on my knees. Spreading her knees like a durian shell, she was grinning from ear to ear as my cock neared her. She held my dick towards her pussy and I slowly penetrated her, feeling a little ache as her tightness forced some blood back into my groin. But once in, her feet stay locked behind my back, savouring the momentarily connection of our bodies.

Erica: ‘Your cock is growing bigger.’
Me: ‘I can feel you getting tighter too.’

Wasting no time, our genitals released horny slapping sounds into the room, lips frenching like the last two person (of opposite gender) on Earth, found each other. I never felt anything so intense before, pounding loud breaths of air out of the perfect girl I never thought I could get.

Erica (moaning): ‘Doggie me J.. take me from behind.. ‘

We changed to that said position over the bed, but standing on the floor. My hands went to her boobs and massaged them hard while jerking her body non-stop, pussy juices splattering all over our legs as she came another time.

About five minutes later, her pussy relaxed and created the most sensational effect on my mind.

Me: ‘Fuck! I’m cumming!’

I pulled out of her and she squatted down before me, pumping my cock and at the same time pulling her collar open. Less than a minute later, my wobbly legs came to embarrass me as my cum shot all over her chest. Once done, she licked me clean and we wore our clothes back, leaving nothing to tidy on the leather bed.

We remained standing while saying we hugged for a while more, whispering sweet nothings into each other’s ears. Once I got my diagnosis, she sent me on my way out.

Erica (Whatsapp): ‘Come back at 9pm. There will be no one then.’

The receptionist saw my smile and grinned at me, telling me that there was no payment to be made. At 9pm, I returned to the darkened clinic and Erica opened the door for me, leading me to her room and dropping her lab coat without wearing anything underneath.

Erica (whispering): ‘Shall we get started?’

And the rest of the day was history.

Too Little

By Nikkinom

Truth be told, I didn’t know what ‘horny’ was when my clit was first touched. The mild numbness throughout my whole body, ridden by overpowering excitement, drifting in a somewhat relaxed state, I was so sure that this, this thing happening to me, couldn’t be bad.

He slowly split those delicate, complex folds of skin between my legs and the coldness told me of how sensitive that spot was. From the second he laid one of his fingers on it, I was shaking. Everytime he vibrated his fingertip, I would tremble hard, then gradually slow down, only for him to repeat the process again.

There were no hints that he would be going after any thing more. It was just the two of us, in bed, enjoying this physically-pleasing activity. Soon, things got slippery below for some reason I didn’t understand. Instead, he used it to his advantage and moved even faster.

In no time, my mind was blank and all over the place at the same time. Each time he pushed my thighs apart, the warmth of his hands calmed me down. Those warm, big hands then went over my stomach, and over my small boobs that never grew much since then. He would cup them in his hand, close his fingers together to squeeze them for a bit, before two fingers, his index and thumb, went around my nipple.

That very pinch forced a moan that came easily out of me, as if I have been waiting since he first laid hands. Minutes passed rapidly in the euphoric mood, packed with continuous moaning and jitters shooting through my tiny frame.

I could tell in a comforting way, that he was as pleased as I was, to see his little girl in nothing else but smiles.

The whole ordeal went for a short while longer than thirty minutes, where I was asked to sit upright, to watch him lie on the back on the other side of the bed.

He gently brought both my hands to his loose boxers, for me to feel that cute little bulge risen midair. The innocent me simply undid the button over his fly, and wrestled for the surprise he had hidden underneath in plain sight. How would a girl like me not squeal in shyness when I saw it?

I didn’t know what overcame me when I impatiently held it in my hand, bringing my face so close to it I could smell a tinge of saltiness, but nothing pungent. It was so smooth, so glossy, so attractive. I just had to touch it.

The whole time I have my fingers wrapped around it, the slight growth in length and girth fascinated me even further. There was even a droplet forming at the very tip.

The curious me wasted no time to dab my pinky in it, to taste it like how I tried his cooking. It was sweet! He later took out a red, plastic bottle with the word ‘strawberry’ on it, and pumped some sweet-smelling liquid into my hand.

Seeing how some of it was dripping through my fingers, I quickly rubbed it over his cock and there he was, shivering and twitching like I did earlier. I thought, ‘he must be feeling good like me!’ Using both my hands, I held his cock and jerked it up and down, constantly breathing in the strawberry scent of the lubricant.

I couldn’t resist tasting some of it from my fingers! It was so good that I had to have more from the source, well, not from the bottle but his dick. The ‘marinate’ has somehow got under his skin and I was smart to notice how his moans differed from when I was using my hands.

His dick, in the end, was too long for me to put in my mouth. I could only manage the first few inches of it, comparable to the length of my pinky. Which wasn’t too bad right? Compared to my thumb?

He was nice enough to stop me just as I grew tired, and explained that my hands were more than enough. I didn’t know what I was doing then, nor what was going to happen. I followed his instructions and tightened my grip, pumping faster and slower to his call.

His cock kept growing in thickness until my fingers almost couldn’t stay around it anymore. Plus, he was getting a little too loud.

After a few more minutes, he let out a deep groan right as hot, white, translucent liquid sprayed from the tip, landing all over my hands and his stomach. Since this was of another colour, I had to taste it again.

It was strawberry, with some bitterness. I wiped as much as I could off him with my hands, and he brought my sticky hands to my face, wanting me to slurp it up.

For a long time, I have been a fan of undercooked eggs, and the texture was exactly like that, save for the taste. We went to the toilet together after that and he washed my hands for me.

Back in bed, he asked me to lie down while he had his ‘supper’, which was actually him eating me out. I fell asleep some time in between and woke up to wet panties – my favourite pair of panties he knew I can go without changing for weeks.

HUMPH!

No Return

‘Open your legs wider.’

‘Good good. Now put your hand on your panties and rub.’

Jiale started to feel her panties getting wet, despite against her body’s wish. Her boyfriend, Dave, had assured her about the decency of this guy’s requests and turned up at the hotel room, only to be instructed to go behind a blindfold.

There was something about the fully covered up man that disabled her ability to question his intention. Her mind was turned on by that mystical power over her and it felt erotic to be controlled without any physical means.

The lingerie she wore for the night was given to her by Dave, a set of lacy red bra and panties to bring out her fair complexion. The accompanying outfit of a simple white tank left her bra cups visible and those shorts could not hide the panties that rode up her hips.

On the bed, her shorts was long gone and the masturbation had soaked her panties.

‘Take off your bra but leave your top on. I want to see your nipples.’

Unlike how her boyfriend worked, she was glad her nipples attracted him and removed her bra under the top, letting the shirt cling tightly onto her voluptuous assets. She sensed him getting out of the chair after a while, and the pressure on the bed affirmed her sixth sense.

‘Lie down’, he whispered seductively into her ears and felt his lips on her ear lobe, nibbling with his tongue salivating at the same time. Once he slipped his tongue into her ear, the wet slopping sounds caused her back to arch upwards and her busy hand rubbed faster on her clit.

Just before she put her hand into her panties, the grip on her wrist stopped her, only to have his hand slide down her tummy and into her underwear. ‘I’ll take it from here’, came a whisper that tingled down her spine while her pussy twitched excitedly to the stranger’s touch.

The moment his coarse fingertip reached her clit, another strong wave shook her body so ever slightly to receive the pleasure. Sure enough, having an unfamiliar hand rubbing her off was a sensational experience. One that brought an orgasm so quickly in under a minute. It wasn’t any different in intensity, but sure it did came quickly.

‘You like it?’ ‘Yes!’, she replied without much hesitation. Whatever her boyfriend had set her up for, it was awesome. As he continued petting her, he went lower into her panties, arriving at her pussy that he entered very slowly with his fingers.

Right then, her mind was screaming out for him to just hurry up. The amount of wetness should have told him how much she wanted it. Well, his finger was all she could ask for at that moment. The instant her pussy was spread apart to the size of his fingers, a squeeze of her bladder had surrounded his digits tightly.

Not only he did not move after he fit his whole finger in, he leaned his body closer to her.

‘I’ll keep my finger inside while you remove my pants.’ He brought her hand to his pants immediately and she unbuttoned them easily, diving straight into his underwear so he could start fingering her. Since she started jerking him off, he had been pumping his hand at her pussy, curled upwards to tickle the generic G-spot location till her body was thrown left to right and vice versa.

Before she realised, her body had popped the embarrassing question for a budding model. ‘Do you want to fuck me?’ Instead of saying yes, the man straightened himself and left the bed, making her wave her hand blindly in the air to see where he went.

A minute later, the first thing she felt was his cock, wrapped in a condom. Somehow, Christmas had came early for her. He caught her ankles and flipped her to the side, one leg angled at ninty degrees while the other remained straight. He climbed over her thighs and injected the squishy, manmade needle into her cunt, and proceeded to pound her fiercely.

Unlike the gentleman she felt before, this muscular hips hammered her into desperation. Her limbs went weak in no time and her pussy was bombarded with orgasms she lost count of. The manly grunts, the sexy moans, the room was echoing the sounds of lust around without shame.

The five minutes felt like a long time for her sore pussy, smeared with her own bodily fluids around her ass. She was panting deeply for air after the crazy, intense fuckathon.

Within a minute, she was held up and he provided the direction by standing over her legs. He placed her hands on his cock and tugged at her hair, bringing her mouth to his manhood for the next part. Still hyped from the sensitive clit, she performed the most comprehensive blowjob on him.

Licking the sides of his shaft for a start, her tongue went to his dickhead to fondle them with cute, small flicks. Her lips wrapped around his cock and sank him down her throat, working her way up and down the cock that tasted as good as the sex he just deposited in her pussy.

‘Get into doggy’, the familiar voice broke the silence and she quickly flipped on her fours. He went back behind her and gave her clit a few rubs to assure her the presence of a condom, before piercing it right in.

Head now lifted up by holding her hair, the pounding shook the bed wildly in sync with the rhythm her body jerked. Both her hands were suddenly picked up and positioned on two penises, and head hurriedly yanked down on another in front of her.

With four dicks leveraging on the three types of ‘jobs’, she had tried to figure out what was happening. Of course, it wasn’t easy with the enormous rod raping her pussy, fucking her minds out onto the dude in her mouth.

The hand on her head suddenly let go and the dick inside her slowed down. Only the two ‘guys’ in her hand was moving, until about three minutes later.

‘I’m ready’, those words came one by one and she was placed on her back once again. The blindfold was ripped away from her head and four guys surrounded her with their dicks being worked on.

In under a minute, four pairs of testicles worth of cum coated her face, lips, neck, breasts, and stomach, along with groans of satisfaction. But amidst the group, was another guy standing at a corner. He was armed with a camera, that wasn’t a DSLR to keep the shutter sound silent.

The guys left her to get dressed and took turns to view the photos of the day. Jiale was still confused by how they got into the room and what was going to happen to her with those photos taken.

Without saying a word to her, the men left the room with the card key. Moments later, the door opened and Dave entered, with the same camera in his hand.

‘Hey Babe. Like it?’ The cheeky smile did not help with her distressed mood. Whatever happened was still sinking into her brain, lest easier knowing that her boyfriend had all the media safe in his hands from the gangbang.

Mentally broken, she went into the shower with a zombified look and rinsed all the cum away. She wore all her clothes back with the tempting red lingerie, with her arms wrapped tightly around her boyfriend as they exited the hotel.

For the days that came, she turned into a robot that listened to Dave wholeheartedly, traumatised by how she could enjoy being a slut okay with cum getting dumped on her body. Well, the variety of sessions that the couple got into only went wilder without resistance from Jiale, who is now mind-fucked beyond salvation.

Misty’s Fetish

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Right. The company van IS at his carpark.

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

Blake (whispering): ‘No regrets?’

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Blake: ‘That’s my good girl.’

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

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

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

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

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

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

Blake: ‘I’m cumming!’

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Seducing Love

After close to three hours of giggling and laughing in my sister’s room, her best friend, Alina, came out of the room and joined me on the couch. I had seen her a few times but did not pay much attention to her. Although she was the same age as my sister, everything was smaller about her than my sister.

Me: ‘What are you girls doing in the room? So noisy.’
Alina: ‘We tried on some clothes we just bought.’

She was in her school P.E. shirt, tucked out and over her FBT shorts she wore instead of the issued school shorts. While I was attracted to the Discovery Channel coverage of the Blackbird SR21, she was on her phone, typing and smiling silly to herself.

Casually stealing glances at her, her phone suddenly dropped onto her lap and her feet got on the sofa, arms trembling as though she just peed in her shorts.

Me: ‘You okay?’
Alina: ‘Yupp! Do you always wear like this in the house?’
Me: ‘Yeah. It’s not too revealing for you right?’
Alina: ‘No ah. I also wear like this at home. I mean short shorts.’

A moment later, she pointed her screen at me, displaying a Whatsapp conversation with my sister.

‘Try and seduce him?’

The phone was placed on the sofa after I read it and she pulled herself closer with my arm. Sitting half-serious, she crossed her legs and were facing me sideways.

Alina: ‘So how do I seduce you?’

There was way I could stop my imagination from running wild. I mean, this ITE girl, who looked underaged, actually asked that question. She placed my arm behind her head and laid on it, while shifting closer to me. One of her hand went over my shorts and felt the half-erect dick underneath, massaging it while watching my expressions.

Though I wasn’t that shy, I did not think of just jumping on her. She made me twitch and moan for a while, before she took my hand and dropped it on her legs. I continued to watch my show, but my hand was moving down her thighs. Soon, I was pressing on her groin and she was jerking me in my shorts, moaning loud enough for my sister to hear.

Alina (whispering): ‘Can I see it?’

My head nodded innocently and she tugged the elastic band lower, tucking it under my balls to keep my shorts open. The curious girl wriggled her butt backwards and leaned over my crotch, exploring my manhood with great interest.

Obstructed by her head, I missed the tongue that stuck out and simply felt soft, wet flesh licking the tip. Her lips went around my shaft and sank lower, saliva building up to pave the way. In no time, a hot surface touched my dick head and a gagging sound came.

She began moving her head up and down, sending me into a slight shiver that got some girlish moans out of me.

Alina (whispering): ‘You like it?’
Me: ‘Yeah. It feels great.’

She stood up with me looking at her, stripped her shorts and yellow panties off, and returned to the couch. She laid on the armrest on the other end relaxed and I finally turned off the pointless flat screen.

I went kneeled on the floor and bent my chest over her pussy, both hands holding her ankles apart. The first thing she did was to pull that glimmering wet wireless bullet out of her, the toy that got her so horny and trembling even before we started.

A gullible sounding ‘huh‘ did not stop me from going down on her and she grabbed a cushion into her chest when my tongue brushed across her clit.

Sluttish moans broke free and her fingers weaved into my hair, guiding my mouth that was flicking randomly on her wet pussy. Amidst the orgasms she was having, I did not notice the presence of my sister, who was standing watch behind me.

Alina: ‘Rachel!’
Sister: ‘Shhh!’

Alina kept my head down and the shadow of my sister placed her around Alina’s head. One feet kept her stable on the ground and the other knee went atop the armrest her friend was lying on. Moans became muffled and the threesome circled around that petite girl.

Sister: ‘Kor, stop for a while.’

Her hands finally let go off my hair and I looked up, at my sister who had her shirt knotted above her belly. Nothing else hid the shaved pussy between her legs.

Little sister went to lie on Alina’s position and all of a sudden, Alina dashed into her bedroom. Seconds before my dick started to lose interest, a strap-on dildo appeared before our eyes, shoved into my hand.

Alina: ‘I help you put it on.’

She granted my dick an ‘assistant’, dangling below the organic one.

She got into doggy over my sister’s athletic frame. And told me to fit both in before moving. So, I knelt behind the two pairs of opened legs and can’t help but admire the two pussies, one hovering over the other.

Moving closer to Alina, I guided the tip in and sister reached for her cold, lifeless, rubber dick, pointing me in the respective holes.

Once I had penetrated deep enough to stop any rods from slipping out, the girls started making out and my hips got started. Half kneeling and standing, I found the perfect height to pound seamlessly, multiplying the pleasure two folds.

Alina was tight beyond description and the slight resistance the dildo had told me the same for my sister. As they took the poundings, juices started splashing all over the sofa.

Sister: ‘Kor.. put this on the table for me.’

Her iPhone was retrieved from the edge of the coffee table and I placed it against a cup, in self-portrait mode and captured all three of us in frame.

Among their kissing, some whisperings were heard but it was mostly moans. Alina stopped me after a while and they squirmed away from the double-headed dildo.

I had to excuse myself from the couch when they sat face-to-face, engrossed in some secret discussions.

Alina: ‘Are you sure?’
Sister: ‘Yeah. Don’t worry about me.’

My sister went behind me and undid the strap-on, nudging me to lie over Alina in missionary. She disappeared into her room after and left us alone.

Alina lifted her legs over my shoulders and raised her butt, signalling me to finish the job. With some suspicion over their ‘meeting’ earlier, I had to complete the task on hand.

Piercing into the small hole again, I focused on getting her off and kept pumping till it was my turn. I pulled out of the delighted girl after I gave her the heads up and she called out for my sister.

They made me sit down and went between my legs, Alina’s hand jerking me off as I wondered what were these two girls up to. They continued that sightseeing mode till I exploded, covering her friend’s hand with cum that got them in awe.

They ran off to the kitchen to wash up amongst some giggling, and returned to her room to share more secrets. I was left there, wondering what just happened and where ‘we’, the three of us, will be heading to, in terms of sexual discovery.

About an hour later, Alina kissed me goodbye and my sister joined me in my room, working on some design templates for a project.

Me: ‘You dared Alina to seduce me ah?’
Sister: ‘No la. She likes you. But don’t know how to get you to like her. So I told her to seduce you lo. You won’t mind to be her boyfriend right?’
Me: ‘It’s not about minding to be her boyfriend leh. I won’t deny that she’s quite likeable. But you can’t suggest this kind of things to her mah.’
Sister: ‘Hehe. So I tell her that you don’t mind her as your girlfriend k!’

A sighing smile got her the answer she wanted. But there was something else on her mind.

Sister: ‘Eh kor. How does it feel to be inside her? Is she tight?’
Me: ‘I wonder what you two girls are doing in your room. I guess she’s tight ba. Her body is so small.’
Sister: ‘She says it feels awesome lo. She can feel your heartbeat inside her and the orgasms are different from masturbation.’
Me: ‘Haha. That’s for you girls to find out.’
Sister: ‘Kor.. ‘
Me: ‘Yeah?’
Sister: ‘I also want to feel it for myself. With you. Can?’
Me: ‘Siao ah! Just now is an exception. No more!’

She stomped up on her feet and sat on my bed, out of my view. Not long after, moans came from behind and I turned around to see what she was up to. And there she was, lying on my bed with her legs opened, performing for me.

Sister: ‘Pleeeeease?’
Me: ‘We cannot let daddy and mummy know k?’
Sister: ‘Duh. And Alina too. She will be damn jealous.’

Since I was getting a little tired, I took my briefs off and jumped into bed, where my little sister quickly worked on my dick to get it up.

Sister: ‘Quite sad to know that I’ll be doing it more times with you than your new girlfriend.’
Me: ‘Eh. Don’t be so mean can? You made her my girlfriend leh.’
Sister: ‘Shhh.. ‘

And her lips went over my unwashed dick from the earlier ‘party’.

Brainwashed

This is an entry written on behalf of Ena, the writer of Promiscuous Secret from my point of view, and in no way a representation of the thoughts and beliefs of Ena. You can call it causal, hopeful imaginative fantasy. Read it as it was her (Ena’s) work, written from my understanding of Ena.

Lying on the bed fully clothed, I knew where this was going. It’s something I shouldn’t do, but I knew Eden too well to have any doubts. He read my stories, he had met me a few times, all we did was have heart-to-heart talks. This time, I gave in to his request and agreed to meet him at his place.

With the erratic movements of the bedsheets, I felt him manoeuvring to my side, wrapping a blindfold over my eyes but without any restraints. He was fully aware of my fears. Not to mention he was handling them well for me. I was constantly reminded that I am allowed to stop him anytime I felt uncomfortable. But was I going to even if it was?

My black blouse was unbuttoned slowly to expose the white bra I wore under, presentably laced for this occasion. He made sure to unhook them before helping me up to bare my top, as my bottoms were much easier to remove. Before I knew it, a thick warm quilt was pulled over my naked self that smelled as good as he was. The soothing heat from his body next to mine was calming my senses beneath the sheets, a tranquillity that Mister never took time to provide.

Eden’s warm hand then roamed over my cold breasts, taking his time to knead them professionally to get my moans going. In this relaxed state, shyness had disappeared as my desire took over my body. I could feel the wetness gathering between my legs before he made any contact there. As my mind sank into a half-asleep mode, the blanket rose above my chest and a slippery wet tongue enveloped my nipple, juicy sounds hinting at the kinky intercourse my body was yearning for.

Both sides was pleasured equally well and I still have not found any resistence. Being a mother, it was wrong to be wanting a fling. There was nothing Mister could not provide, but apparently, Eden was doing them better. It was then I realised I was sexually satisfied, on the belief that I am required to ‘return the favour’ for Mister. What about Eden? He was fully dressed before we started, and I was sure he didn’t strip up to this point. What was he really up to?

After he finished warming my tits, he laid on the bed next to me and ran his fingers down, guiding the horniness my nipples stirred to where he wanted to explore next. I was suddenly aware of where he was approaching and tightened my legs together. Maybe I had wanted Eden to stop above my waist. Yeah. That was probably it.

He took his fingers away to my mouth and I sucked on them to make up for the unwillingness. But after he left my mouth, I realised what he had wet his fingers for. He pushed his middle finger between my thighs and cleverly landed on my clit. A move that chased my fear away. My body ignored my guilt and loosened its muscles to his rubs, giving him more space to vibrate his fingers on me.

Since I was already wet, I was just waiting for him to enter. He massaged me for a long time, and I was getting desperate. Was he just teasing me? Cause I wasn’t going to ask for it. I wasn’t that insensible. I am.. married.

He brought my hands to my knees and made me expose myself, not to his eyes, but to my own vulnerability.

Eden: ‘Rub yourself.’

I reached around my thigh to where I wanted to be satisfied and humoured him. He moved under the sheets to where I was busy rubbing at and made me hold onto his pants. Driven near to craziness, I tugged his shorts down and clumsily whipped his cock out. Stroking them till it was as big as I could get him to be.

Eden: ‘Show me where to go.’

I couldn’t care less about what shouldn’t I do anymore, I wanted him inside me. It was ‘Mister’ my mind was imagining him to be. As soon as his tip touched my entrance, he pushed my hand away from his rod.

Eden: ‘I’m not going to.’

What! Was he going to turn sex down? He had came so far! I was fine with no sex, but him? Did my desperation turn him off? Or has I failed the test?

Me: ‘You have come so far. Just let me pleasure you Sir?’
Eden: ‘This is far enough for you.’

He threw the blanket behind him and got up, straightening my legs below him and sat over my stomach. His balls were barely touching me, giving him the space to place my arm through his legs to my pussy. I just continued rubbing my clit and fingered myself occasionally. It was the only thing left for me to do.

My other hand, was dropped onto his manhood, and he had given me a command in thought to my next order. Pumping his throbbing meat while fingering myself, I was hallucinating about the sex we should be having. I could smell him in that distance, I could feel his pre-cum lubricating the handjob. He could totally dip it in my mouth and I will suck him dry.

After some time, he took over my masturbating hand and fingered me vigorously, while I paid all my attention to his blood-filled tube. He was groaning faster as his hand’s movement became random. My mind was turning white as the orgasm was arriving.

Eden: ‘Cumming Ena.’
Me: ‘Don’t stop now. Let’s climax together.’

The most intense minute came and went as he froze to spray his cum over my body. The warming liquid had a huge impact on my cold sweaty body. Next was my turn, around his fingers, juices were leaking to my shudder and he was wriggling inside to play with me. Boy it was just so overwhelming to be teased as I was at my weakest moment. I just kept cumming as he refused to give me a break, and I had my revenge by toying with his sensitive cock.

He laid daringly on my slime-covered body and we exchanged a few pecks. My blindfold finally came off and he laid panting next to me, juicy fingers being licked off by his tongue right in front of my eyes.

Eden: ‘Shall we shower?’
Me: ‘I’ll go first.’

I went into his bathroom smiling and got a taste of his cum before washing them off. It was barely six when we were done as I took a half-day off for him – for us.

As I lazed on his cosy, soft queen-sized bed, he whipped up some food from the grocery shopping he did that morning. For holding himself back, for the prevention of any guilt, for the discipline he had before a horny MILF, I remained in my lingerie next to him on the bed, all the while stroking his well-behaved dick as he fed me my dinner.

Eden, if you are reading this, I would love to meet you again. And feel you dominating my integrity. Or, like what you said, there are guys out there who should be given the chance to ‘love’ me differently.