Mobile Quickie

Baby: ‘I’m not going to get out of the car in this k?’
Me: ‘Yeah yeah. We are just going to park somewhere and play.’

Wearing the white translucent oversized tank top, she had her office blazer over her shoulders despite driving in the night. We turned into a multi-storey carpark of a newly built HDB flat, and crawled one at a time into the back seat.

Unleashing our two weeks of collective passion, our hands were under each other’s top and brushing across skin. In low light, I unbuckled her half-cup bra from her back, and she unclipped my belt to my underwear. Since she changed into the tank top, she had no pants on as it was long enough to provide cover in seated position.

Without any bottoms, it was easy for me to strip her panties off, and expose her wet privates along with my little hard one. Fingers dived between our legs as we made out, stroking and rubbing wherever that made us moan in pleasure.

Like usual, I reached into my sling bag for her favourite black toy and placed her on the seat, spreading her legs out to let me have my fun. Carefully, I poked the vibrator into her and began sliding in and out, together with her gripping hand that clenched tightly onto my forearm. Slowly, I increased my speed to hear her desperation, losing control of her legs as a small shiver began creeping up her back.

Baby (whispering): ‘J.. I’m cumming.. ‘

The toy I was pushing into her got harder to shove as she hugged my arm, hips jerking erratically to juices escaping her pussy over my fingers. The panting girl laid exhausted while I continued to tease her clit, without stopping the movements of the vibrator at all.

Soon, I was in my second lap and the nipple tuning she did to her boobs did nothing to delay the second orgasm, shaking her body as I plummet the toy deep inside. After the climax subsided, she closed her legs and let the toy fall to the car mat, pushing me against the passenger door so I would slouch lower for her.

Turning to me, she grabbed my erection and thumbed my pee hole, driving me weak and insane with sensitivity.

Baby: ‘It’s your turn now.’

To see her tuck her hair on one side made me even harder, and her mouth quickly relieved the soreness on the tip. Her tongue skilfully licked the sides, covering every area while her lips slid up and down along my red shaft. As if her deep throat wasn’t enough, she added more tip teasing to her combo to make me really desperate for her mouth, forcing me to hold her hair and jammed my cock into her mouth.

She kept up with the rhythmic motion to coat my dick with her saliva, caressing my testicles at times to make me groan weakly. She began shoving her face into my groin after tasting my large size and drove me to my wits end, grabbing onto the overhead handle as my legs wrapped around her back.

Me (groaning): ‘Oh god.. keep going baby. I’m gonna cum soon.’

I dug my fingers into her hair as she paused for a deep throat, before letting me take control to fuck those sweet thick lips of hers. Reaching easily into her shirt, her nipple hardened even more with my pinching, suction increasing in the addictive mouth of hers.

Me: ‘Shooting baby.’

I held her head down on my cock as my hips buckled, shooting thick cum into her throat that kept moving as she swallowed. Sensing how hard I was holding her down, I lifted her away as my balls emptied themselves. Baby did not simply do nothing and instead, bobbed her head slightly to really dry me of any semen I had left.

The instant she sat back upright, I could no longer move from tiredness and she leaned on the door on her side, fingers circling the sore clit of hers.

Baby: ‘It’s actually quite easy to swallow if you shoot into my throat. I didn’t taste anything at all.’

Me: ‘You’re okay with that?’
Baby: ‘Yupp. Plus we can save some tissues too.’

She opened her arms for her tired boy and I jumped into her boobs, resting on my soft D cups while I fished the toy from under her seat. After wiping it down, it went back into her again and she received more orgasms, while holding my shrunken cock and fondled it to it’s original intercourse size.

Baby: ‘I’ll suck you off again?’
Me: ‘Can I have more?’
Baby (whispering): ‘Of course.’

She opened the door behind her and squatted on the floor, signalling me to sit at the edge. There, I was given a royal treatment through my cock and came another time, into her mouth where she swallowed the whole load looking at my euphoric expression with a smile.

On our way back home, I never stopped rubbing her clit and when we found a nice dark spot, it was all kisses again. My brain somehow formed a link between those forceful tongue action with her amazing blowjob, creating a bulge for my short walk home.

Baby: ‘I’ll wear this more often when we go out k? But with a bra and shorts on.’

Me: ‘And I’ll go out without underwear for you.’

We kissed our goodbyes and left, both high and still horny just by thinking about how kinky our discreet quickie was.

Needy Model

Lying on the bed after the photoshoot, the organiser, who was also my friend, let the room for a smoke break. In my hand I had my phone, browsing through the photos broadcasting through a portable router to check for any badly taken shots.

Rebecca’s movements in and out of the toilet did not bother me as she needed to change out of the translucent boyfriend shirt of the ‘Morning Glory’ themed shoot, a series of photos that portrayed a girl’s routine after she wakes up.

Halfway through the photos, she plopped down on the bed beside me, in a nightie that told me she intended to spend the night here.

Me: ‘You’re sleeping here tonight?’

I sat up out of respect but she pulled me back down, hand roaming down my shirt into my jeans.

Me: ‘Hey, what are you doing? I’m not that kind of photographer. I’ve got all the shots needed.’

She swiftly climbed on top of my thighs and unclipped my belt, freeing the button that held my fat belly in. Before the worst happened, I rolled onto my chest and put my phone away, only to feel my jeans getting pulled towards my knees. When I returned to face her, the unhelpful nightie was already gone, and my underwear was yanked under my cock.

Me: ‘Hey hey! Stop!’

For a moment, she kneeled upright, straightening her back (and ass) and looked at me confused. When she waded forward to my hips, and bent forward to hold my dick, I was sure she wanted to prevent any unwanted contact down there. Then all of a sudden, she slammed her ass down on my straightened dick and sent me into a gasp of pleasure. One that you guys feel when your cock is sent to another world.

Rebecca then kept my dick embedded deep inside as she changed to a squat, torturing me with those minute movements against her vaginal walls.

Rebecca: ‘Ready?’
Me: ‘No?!’

She swept her hair back and started hopping on me, clenching and opening my fists to her unbelievably skilled angle of penetration. It wasn’t just up and down. My dick head was scratching against the underside of her pussy while she grinded, rocking slightly back and forth as my dick went in and out.

Me: ‘Fuck! Stop Rebecca stop! You’re going to make me cum like this!’
Rebecca (moaning): ‘Like this?’

She sank her knees into the bed and rested her boobs on me, hips slamming viciously on my desperately, confused cock. The sly grin on her face was unmistakable. Perhaps I was the first to be unwilling to have sex with her, but this girl knew how to make a man beg for mercy.

Me: ‘Shit shit.. get off. Now!’

She hopped off my hips and stepped out of the bed. Dragging me by my feet over the edge, she pulled my arms to sit me up. Rebecca then dropped to her knees and shoved my cock into her mouth, ramming her face into my opened legs. The lack of gag reflex scared me to how many guys has she done this to, but the depth and overwhelming warmth was getting the better of me.

Me: ‘Arghh!’

She pushed me on my back and kneeled higher, containing all of my cum in her mouth as my legs trembled. Sucking me unlike anything I have ever felt, my mind went dark with the last squirt, to the last image of her licking her lips.

Rebecca: ‘Mister.. was it good?’
Me: ‘No.. I didn’t want it.’
Rebecca: ‘But you still came ah.’

I heard shuffling of shoes on the wooden flooring and she returned to my side with a piece of paper.

Rebecca: ‘See this? I’m clean.’
Me: ‘And you have to do this?’
Rebecca: ‘I’m just excited la. You’re the first guy that did a photoshoot I am proud to show others.’

She led the weary me into the showers and cleaned me up, dressing me like a little boy before leaving me to my devices. Once all the photos were backed up and confirmed, the excited girl invited me to stay for the night.

How could I refuse?

Desire to Degrade

Alicia: ‘I’m busy now.. can’t you wait?’

Melvin turned off her monitor and dropped his GoPro cam in front of her laptop, grabbing her arms and using his belly to hold them down against her revolving chair. In a single lifting motion, her front-lace nightie went over her head, leaving her top naked with just her translucent pink panties on.

Alicia (irritable tone): ‘You are recording this? I don’t want it. Take it away.. ‘

He quickly swopped down to her sensitive nipples and pinched them gently, rolling them till she gave in to the pleasure and stopped resisting. Even the camera before her was no longer a bother, since she could not open her eyes as a result of his teasing. After a while of fidgeting at the computer desk, he let go of her arms and they fell lifelessly to her sides, moans still escaping into her brightly lit bedroom.

Once he got her horny and obedient, the rolling chair was dragged back to a distance, and he leaned over her shoulders for her panties. Slipping his hand into the elastic band, he did not need to tell her to strip those undies off. Sitting naked in front of the camera, the other side of the wildebeest was about to appear in full glory.

Seconds after rubbing her to a new high, her hands started to get busy squeezing her own tits, whispering dirty phrases into his ears. When she started to go quiet, the familiar trembles following an orgasm hit her hard and took her breaths away. The next thing he knew, she was shoving his wrist deeper into her pussy.

Melvin stepped to her side and spun the chair towards his groin, which she immediately took hold of and stuck it between her lips. Pecking along the side of his shaft, his foreskin peeled downwards where her palm rested. Moments later, his mind went blank as her mouth devoured his cock in heat, saliva lubricating the updown strokes she was performing for the camera.

Melvin: ‘Babe.. my legs are going weak.’
Alicia: ‘Let’s go to the bed.’

He barely caught his camera when he was dragged to her queen sized bed, plopping it down on the bedside dresser roughly aimed at himself. She placed him down before planting her ass on his chest, obstructing his sight where she pumped her head down his rod. Although his dick was in an awkward angle, her pressed lips with adequate suction made it feel better than sex.

Once the panting sounds were heard, she perched her ass up and held it over his face, long strands of honey thick juices falling like pearls running down a thread. Melvin collected the two drops of dew and patted her ass, signalling for her to move on. Alicia couldn’t wait to advance and shifted herself next to his hips, pointing towards the drawer of defence equipment at the same time.

Melvin retrieved the condom and let her put it on, lunging himself up to let her take his space on the bed.

Alicia: ‘What position you want?’
Melvin: ‘Anything. It’s your day today.’

She fell on her fours and wriggled her ass like an excited puppy, hyping up her boy even more. He clenched tightly onto her love handles and took a second, before ramming his cock into her tiny hole. Almost losing balance, Alicia used her head against the headboard to maintain her stance. The incoming powerful thrusts caught her off guard and screams soon replaced her shy moans, digging deep into her pussy for the trigger point.

Little did he know, his 6 inch length was perfectly stroking her G-spot that was brought to a new level of sensitivity. When a sudden jerk sent him flying back from her pussy, Melvin knew it was the first orgasm that she was receiving. Sitting on his bum concerned, her face buried into the pillow and the contractions at her vagina was gasping on its own. Right after it shut itself, clear liquid started oozing out of her love hole in honey-thick consistency, dribbling down her slit to her thighs.

Alicia (panting): ‘You can put back in now.’

Melvin returned to his doggie style and hammered her hard, to get himself up again and to make up for the loss of time. Feeling a firmer grip on his shaft, a fleshy tickle was happening under his rod, moving upwards to his soft pink tip. With dwindling stamina, he settled for a steady tempo, pushing his cock in and out in long strokes.

No matter how slow he went or shallow he drilled, the increasing urge to cum could not be negated. His girl was moaning lesser and lesser to his speed.

Alicia: ‘Cumming soon huh?’
Melvin: ‘You can tell?’
Alicia: ‘Come. Let try something different.’

They got out of bed and a huge makeover was done with the pillows. Two of them stacked at the hip area of the bed, Melvin had no idea what position was that. Alicia placed her back on the pillow fort and dangled her head over, while ushering for Melvin to kneel at her mouth.

Melvin: ‘Mouth fuck?’
Alicia: ‘Yeah. But I want you to do it at your speed. Until you shoot.’
Melvin: ‘Can I.. not? I’ll hit you with my balls.’
Alicia: ‘Mmmhmm?’

He hesitantly inched towards her mouth and let her unroll the condom. Sliding it into her lush pink lips, he kept his movements shallow to prevent any choking. Once she sealed her lips around his tightly wrapped foreskin, her tongue poked into his pee hole to stimulate him further.

Gradually losing his mind to her seductive mouth, he plunged deeper and deeper, sensing the narrower ‘pipe’ in her upper throat. In a way, it had pinched his dick head, delivering a sensual sensation throughout his rod. There was no way he could get enough of that. In no time, he was stuffing her face full with his cock, jamming it as deep as he could reach.

Melvin (groaning): ‘FUCK! Babe! I’m gonna cum.. I’m gonna cum!’

He pulled out all of a sudden to her dismay and she grabbed his cock towards her mouth, missing the first two shots that sprayed over her chin and lips. While the rest was emptied into her mouth, she hugged his waist and pulled him in a few more times, thrusting all his worth down her tummy.

Melvin (panting): ‘Ok ok.. no more.. no more le.’

She let go of him and quickly flipped onto her chest, licking her lips for all his cum she missed. Crawling a few steps towards the curious boy checking his dick out, she sucked the droplet forming on his pee hole and licked him clean.

Alicia: ‘Everything out?’
Melvin: ‘Yes? I feel so empty inside.. ‘
Alicia: ‘Let me check.’

She pulled the foreskin covering his shrinking penis and kissed it, hand pushing him backwards onto his elbows as she placed more of him inside her mouth.

Toying with it using her tongue, the exhausted, resting boy was hard once more. Unable to get anymore energy to pound her again, he watched quietly at her getting into doggie style, kneeling on her ankles to match his opened legs space.

She entertained herself by rocking back and forth over his raw dick, feeling every bit of his skin stroke her insides till she came. Melvin was recovering as she pleased herself, using him like a sex toy that was only good for its cock.

Soon, she was slamming her hips down onto his groin, swallowing his cock repeatedly into that soft, fleshy vagina that leaked non-stop.

Melvin: ‘hey hey hey.. ‘

A quick hop away sent her to safety and she sat legs wide open in front of him, pumping that thick slab of meat while exchanging passionate kisses. About three minutes later, his legs began to wobble and an embrace sent him into a series of moans.

The second load of hot cum oozed out pathetically down his shaft and was caught by her ring-shaped finger grip, barely amounting to the first shot he gave earlier.

Alicia: ‘Good boy. Really nothing left.’

She hungrily lapped up all his cum on her hand and wiped her mouth with the blanket. Falling into bed tired and satisfied, she let him play with her pussy while drifting to sleep naked.

Chocolate Cake

‘Hey Mandy!’, I called out to my poly classmate whom I had not seen but remained in contact with. The blue blouse, green chiffon skirt girl turned to see me in jeans and a backpack, carrying a small cake box with a cute ribbon on the top. ‘What are you doing here?’, I could almost see the disbelieving look when she popped that question.

There was no way I could forget her birthday that so close to mine, and working in a cafe had allowed me to buy a two-person serving of cake at a discounted rate. Yes, call me a cheapo. I opened the box in front of her and wished her happy birthday. Immediately, she clamped the palm sized chocolate tart in her hand and took a huge bite out of it. ‘You came at the right time! I’m so hungry’, there was none of that apologetic tone when she took another bite, licking her lips with her tongue in a gleeful mood.

‘Just as I was wondering what am I doing tonight. Thank you!’ Man, how much did I miss hearing her cheerful voice after so long. We continued walking in her direction to the bus stop, where the cake box was discarded without me tasting any of it. For that night, I did not reject her when she slipped her arm under mine, pulling me close to the familiar scent I remembered studying with her.

Seeing how most of the buses went past without her stopping any, I asked, ‘what bus are you taking?’ Instead of giving me a two or three digit bus, she told me she didn’t know. Almost soft to a whisper, she said, ‘I don’t really feel like going home so early. Let’s go for a walk around my place?’

Well, she doesn’t live far from me. We hopped on a direct bus to Bishan and sat on the upper deck, empty enough for us to sit at the longer chairs at the back. Leaning her head on my shoulder, I could tell how tired she was, be it work or life, to be stuck in the office on a birthday was bad enough.

‘Thank you again J’. She helped herself to wrap my arm around her neck and snuggled into my chest, smearing some of her makeup on my shirt. The grip on my wrist told me that she was awake, and might not even be napping. Slowly, she plastered my palm over her chest and on one of her boobs, definitely an A cup since a long time ago. Half kneading, I had to make sure she was okay with it.

Nonetheless, it has been two years since we met, despite the close times we spent during poly. As my fingers continued scraping the bra cups where I guessed her nipples were, she had an arm over my lap, clawing her nails across my denim jeans. We remained silent in that position till we reached her stop, and alighted as if nothing had happened. There was a sense of closeness though, a feeling that we both felt but not yet let go.

‘J. Here.’ She was a step into the flight of stairs I didn’t recognise as hers. Has she shifted house? I followed behind her and tried in vain to peep up her skirt. It was just too long. On the third level, a flight of stairs away from the lift, she straightened her skirt and sat down. ‘You stay here?’ I asked suspiciously. A confident ‘yes’ planted me on my butt, knowing that she was almost home after a wasted birthday-day.

Once seated next to her, she did the same thing with my arm again, wrapping it around her neck and over her chest. This time, she undid the first two buttons and slipped my hand into it, reaching straight for her nipples that I had made erect. ‘Keep playing with them’, the gentlest voice managed to twitch my cock awake while she brought both her hands to my jeans.

A minute or two later, my cock was out in the open and she had wetted it with some of her saliva. Right. As one of the prettier looking girl in my class, she was also known as the ‘bimbo’, who had a few boyfriends during our three year diploma course. That was as much respect as the rest of the class had for her, but I knew she was just feeling a void when not with someone.

With her handjob distracting me, I couldn’t resist going under her skirt and lowered her panties to her feet. The moisture on her underwear was thick and slimy, but it felt specially smooth to the touch. Upon touching her clit, she clung onto my shirt tighter and let off a sensual moan when I began circling the sweet spot.

For the next five minutes, I was pinch-rolling her nipples and giving her an external massage. She was drooling over my cock as she pumped that thick piece of meat, breathing in the salty scent from the mix of my pre-cum and saliva. Without further ado, my fingers slid easily into her pussy and her skirt became shorter once she opened her legs.

Whispering in my ears, a tickle came when she told me a little secret, ‘Chocolate always turns me on. It’s what my ex always give me before sex’. No wonder. Our pleasure exchange ended a while later and she was up on her feet, her hands holding her skirt on her waist while she stepped over my legs.

‘You can sit down you know? I don’t mind working out.’ It was only rightful to give the birthday girl a treat but she turned it down quickly. ‘I need to exercise after eating your cake, so don’t fight with me’. Indeed, a logical excuse I couldn’t refute. She used my thighs as a slide to lower herself over my cock, making cute expressions as her body relaxed to let me in. ‘When was the last time you did it?’, I asked when I saw how much agony she was in going down on me. In between deep breaths of air, she answered ‘last birthday’.

True or false? Does it matter? We knew each other very well and even more so when it comes to sex. Something told me she was safe to do it raw with. Once seated, she pushed me against the steps and rode me. That’s how she wanted it that night, so be it. Bouncing cherrily, the groans she made came out in a loud whisper while I was the one who moaned helpeless. Her high metabolism kept her body slim no matter how much she ate, and her pelvic bones joined in to make her extra tight.

Halfway through the intensifying sex, she lifted her bum off me and a powerful jet sprayed down my shaft. As soon as it was over, I was back inside her and a more demonic wave of energy caused her to grind me even faster. ‘Fuck man. I never squirt before with my ex.’, she held my shoulders down harder as she hopped, slamming herself down on my lap non-stop.

Being a guy, I couldn’t just enjoy at her expense. I hugged her tightly in my arms before leaning back down again, hands moving down her butt to keep her hovering on top of me. With that bit of distance between our privates, I thrust my hips up and down, repeatedly stabbing her pussy till she collapsed onto my chest. With space still available under her ass, I continued pounding her and that was when she squirted the second time.

Her head was next to mine when her body shook violently, juices leaking like a tap while her hips moved involuntarily with my dick still inside. Now even more breathless, she sat down on my groin and I picked her up, going to the corner of the stairwell where newly installed pipes served as a chair.

Setting her down dangerously on one of the cold steel rods, I stood in front of her to prevent her from falling forward. Both my hands went to her knees to spread them as far as I could and my dick penetrated her vulnerable state easily. This time, fucking in standing missionary, her juices dripped loudly onto the concrete floor.

The wall made no noise (compared to tables or bed) as I plundered her, driving her insane when she had yet another orgasm. ‘Mandy, I’m gonna cum soon’, a warning came about as I felt my end nearing. This girl was so special in the sense that her own fluid was as viscous as NuruGel, and I couldn’t stop myself even if I wanted. Perhaps I had over-indulged in myself.

Mandy climbed off the pipes and stood with her legs closed. She held my dick aimed towards the Y-shape she formed with her thighs and pulled my waist when I was still hesitating. Locked in embrace, we exchanged our first kiss that multiplied into tiny pecks, playfully spreading lips to let our tongues meet and ‘mingle’. My waist did not stop moving and simply thrust into that wet, man-made cave that was tingling my body’s worth of nerves with sensitivity.

‘Mmm!’, was all the sounds I could make when I felt my chamber loading, and she jumped onto me before I was ready. I hugged her tight to prevent her from slipping and my cock just pierced into her pussy, tighter than what I was fucking before. There was no turning back when the final descend on my cock triggered my ejaculation and fired into her uncontrollably. Waves after waves of cum poured into Mandy as I groaned, mind locked in a trance that took all my tiredness away.

As the cum shots slowed down, I moved her to back to the cold pipes and she let herself down when she shivered from the coldness. Going back to our flight of steps, she quickly grabbed her panties to clean me up, and shockingly wore them back once I was dried.

‘Good boy!’, she patted my head while I caught my breaths, totally owned by her amped up mood. As I leaned back on the steps again, she moved between my legs and returned to my dick, stroking and making it hard again. ‘Hey.. not enough ah?’, I asked in a hush-hush voice recovering from the lack of air.

‘Shhh!’, was the last sound she made before she took my cock into her lips, sucking it slowly and paying extra care to every area of it. Shutting my eyes and going into my world, I could picture her tongue caressing my rod all over. The amount of saliva she used had coated me in a warm and soothing manner, one I couldn’t say no to. Once I was all hard, she locked her jaws and went up and down robotically. Every stroke of her tongue caused me to twitch a little and when combined, I was at a loss holding onto the railings in despair.

Mandy did not spare me any mercy when she went deep throat on me, gagging herself while I enjoyed the extra hot treat on my cockhead. After a long five minutes of blowjob, she switched to a hand-blowjob combo and kept going till I whispered her another warning phrase.

Determined to make me cum, I let her execute her final moves and came into her mouth again, sparing no drops of cum as she sucked me dry. Now mentally drained and legs weakened, she licked my lifeless dick clean and helped me wear my clothes back, much like a girlfriend who just raped her guy.

We spent the next half an hour there, chatting and recuperating. It wasn’t before long that she has to go home, and I had to embarked on a scary walk through a park out to the main roads. Believe it or not, two years of separation suddenly shrunk to two half-an-hour – inside each other’s body.

Happy Birthday Mandy.

Raped with Pleasure

‘No no! Please don’t!’, cried Laura as she was dragged backwards in the arms of a stranger, having a punch delivered across her cheek bones. She was flung into the tall bushes nearby, pricking across her arms and legs painfully, but face protected by her hands. As soon as she got on her knees to crawl away, strong hands held her ankles and flattened her on the uneven ground.

Holding her face against the rocks-covered soil, his knee jabbed into her back with his full weight down on her. ‘Struggle and your pretty face will be losing bits of skin to the glass shards here. Understand?’, the fierce whisper was only audible to her as breeze hustled the leaves, silencing the fateful rape in the foilage.

Laura knew exactly what left her in this mess. It was the pink, one-piece tank top dress that made her wore G-strings and a tube folded in half, to hide her nipples under the extra layer of cloth. The walk through the playground in the park was the que for the man to pounce, and there she was under his brute force.

He remained on one knee on her lower back as her dress got stripped downwards, all the way into the leaves behind her feet. The tube bra was left hanging around her waist and G-strings? Easily ripped apart to quicken the process of getting her ready.

As he moved between her thighs to feel her soft skin, he slid right up to her pussy and jolted her ass up. Fingers then started tugging skin into her vagina as he forced his way in, thrusting a few times before juices eased the warming friction. Finally, she was feeling better despite meeting this horrific encounter.

Without much space and privacy to carry his mission, the zipping noises injected fear right into her heart, making her fully aware that there was no protection between them. After his jeans were opened, he laid himself on top of her and wriggled his butt to get his dick in. He had his hands on her breasts, fondling them while blindly poking at the two holes.

In the mix of sobs and cries, a part of her was trying to get him into the right hole and getting the whole hellish torture over. And that random jabbing did not help. Left with no choice, she swallowed hard and turned her head to whisper what she had say, ‘it’s lower’.

A disgusting phrase of ‘thank you’ later, she sent a scream into his quick-shifting hand, which told him he was in. The man began humping immediately and groaned in a satisfying tone, complimenting her with words like ‘you’re so tight’ and ‘you like being raped right?’

Well, he wasn’t just patronising her with those comments. The unwillingness of her body was making the sick crime more enjoyable. A biological response she could not overcome. With that intense level of pleasure, the brute rammed even faster to meet his personal objective.

As for Laura, the stiffness of her pussy was forcing all her sensitive spots to stand out like splinters ready to be sanded. Each time he pulled and pushed, short, powerful shocks would send more lubricant leaking through the pleasure tunnel. Three minutes was all she took for her first orgasm to spasm her thigh muscles, jerking violently under the man who got more excited.

‘You actually came before me huh? Glad you enjoyed it’, those were the last words she heard from him. Once her body calmed down, he spread her legs and positioned himself between. His hands held her waist and brought her ass up, adjusting into the much-loved doggie stance. Laura quickly brought her face off the ground and reached behind to push him away, only to end up with both her arms locked like a horse in harness.

What followed next was a rampage through her pussy, dick tearing her apart to a point her mind snapped, giving into the rape with moans. As she was nowhere loud, he let her be and continued fucking, pounding in a rhythm that soon brought him near orgasm.

Since damage was already done, he took his time pulling out of her and egged her on with ‘I’m gonna cum soon. Where should I shoot little slut?’. That sentence woke her up and her body slouched lower to free her pussy from his dick. Ironically, he laid on top of her as she went down, keeping his dick tightly fitted inside.

‘Not inside me please.. I’ll let you shoot in my mouth’. That was the only deal-breaker she could think of and his sudden gentleness kind of put her mind at ease. He got up on his feet and placed both her hands on his legs, head in front of his dick.

The moment she laid eyes on the rape tool, the amount of liquid embarrassed her a little, as if her body had betrayed the inhumane act on females. Without wasting anymore time, she brought her mouth to his dick and moved back and forth, milking his rod to the best of her skills. After all, she needed to get this over and done with.

Manly groans came shortly after and confidence delivered his dick down her throat, slurping wetly on the coarse drill bit that just completed its job. Her sixth sense was telling her that she had him under control, and making a run for it would be possible. Except that.. she was nude.

Part hand, part mouth, the final lap began and the man had a hand holding her head to guide her speed. ‘Fuck yeah!’, she barely made out what he muttered and a pile of cum just unloaded into her jaws, spraying it over her tongue and into places she could not lick off.

Once he got his fun, he yanked her tube off her waist and flung her dress at her. In a flash, his jeans went back on and he dashed out of sight. Now, feeling lost and confused, Laura wore her dress and picked her purse up.

Safely in her home, there was no tears nor shame she felt. Her body had made a pact with her mind on the walk home. As much as she wanted to feel victimised, the tingle in her clit constantly reminded her how much she enjoyed the process.

To be fucked unwillingly, and achieving a tightness she had never given to any man she had consensual sex with. What she just went through might just be that one experience of her lifetime impossible to recreate.

Strangely after that day, that particular pink, tank top dress was her favourite to go out in, never failing to get wet while feeling the thin cotton material rubbing all over her body as she moved.

Musical Fingers

In front of the piano, I was getting frustrated about not able to get the sequence of the chords right. Kelly was right next to me, sipping from her cup of coffee, watching how I struggled with the final days of practice before the music exam.

Kelly: ‘Can you relax? You are straining your fingers too much.’
Me (frustrated): ‘Argh.. This part is so irritating.’
Kelly: ‘Stop and take a break. You only need to practice after this song.’

I attempted the song two more times and after I stopped midway, she requested a more confident song from me. Momentarily having something else to do, my mind calmed down as my fingers tapped away, playing Titanic in its original pace.

Kelly (whispering): ‘Nice.. ‘

She shifted closer to me and placed both hands in front and behind my belly, adjusting my posture that had gone out of place from my previous mood. Eyes closed in serenity, I could clearly feel her hand going onto my thigh, moving in short distance up and down. It soon felt like seduction than comforting, and the tempo of my music was telling her how I exactly felt.

With a click on my new belt, I breathed better, but it got better when she undid my jeans. My tummy (which wasn’t exactly lean) bulged and everything became easier to focus on.

Me (whispering): ‘Hey, you’re distracting me.’
Kelly (whispering): ‘Shhh. Just keep playing.’

My jeans were undone and she slipped her musical hand into my underwear, reaching deeper for my dick that forgot to erect. It was only then my rod grew, in the tranquil mind of my favourite score.

Groans were soon heard as she stroked me faster, thumbs rubbing the tip as her fingers trailed up and down.

Kelly: ‘You look so sexy when you’re focused.’
Me: ‘Yeah.. take over the keyboard?’

One hand at a time, she continued playing in my place and I went behind her. The common tank top was easy to reach into and her boobs were being squeezed in my hands, alternating between both of them. She couldn’t resist moaning to my advances too and the music died out gradually.

Tilting her head back, our lips connected while her nipples got more aroused.

Kelly: ‘Sit behind me?’

On that piano stool, it was easy for us to do that. As my arms went around her into the pair of orange beach shorts for her pussy, her hand remained behind her on my dick, reddening slowly as she pumped it more.

Wet, juicy sounds were soon slurping as I massaged her clit, going in a circular motion that drove her squirming so ever bubbly. We just couldn’t take our hands off each other in the heat.

Kelly was a poly friend in the nursing faculty, with a friendly and cheerful personality. We had met by chance during some ‘exchange programme’ to equip the medical students with IT skills and my group requested nothing in return (since we were all guys). Music became our common topic as I was in choir, and we constantly drifted out of topic during the exchange period.

Kelly (whispering): ‘Have you ever done it on a piano?’
Me: ‘No. It can topple!’
Kelly: ‘Not this.. ‘

Although it was an upright piano, she did not hesitate getting onto her knees on the tool and using the covered keyboard to support herself, while I went to the floor for better stability. Her shorts and panties were removed and my jeans fell to my ankles like how it was designed to be.

Me: ‘You have a condom?’
Kelly: ‘We’re both attached right? And I’m on the pill.’

Seeing how different she was as a friend and fiend, I trusted her immediately. I inched my dick into her and the petite frame of hers just remained bent till I reached my ‘end’. Carefully, she laid her arms on the top cover and straightened her back.

Kelly (whispering): ‘Now I’m jealous of your girlfriend.’
Me: ‘Silly girl.’

Our musical doggie started banging silently, with kinky noises filling up the self-made soundproof room. Every stroke into her pussy resulted in a moan so sexy that kept me wanting more. She was a perfect fit for my dick that rubbed along her vaginal wall without any desperate sensitivity, and only the soft, delicate entrance gently sealed me in with the heartwarming warmth.

Kelly: ‘Let me ride you?’

I stopped pounding her rear and sat on the stool, where she climbed over facing the piano. In an instant, she snuggled me inside and rocked her hips, grinding me back and forth. I was making those girlish squirms which delighted her when she saw how much pleasure was driving me weak.

Kelly (whispering): ‘Someone can’t take it anymore?’
Me: ‘You’re awesome at it.’

We went on for a while more till she got tired and she was placed on the narrow stool on her back. One leg raised onto the keyboard, the other wrapped around my hips when I laid on top of her. Though I was standing on the floor, it was of comfortable height.

The missionary style fucking began with long, deep thrusts, engaging her in a wild shiver. My dickhead was poking right at her G-spot and the orgasms fired off like a machine gun, blasting her senses into smithereens. The only words that came out of her were ‘oh fuck! oh fuck!’, cranking my gears up for a rhythm that I didn’t I was capable of.

After five full minutes in this ferocious position, my cum tank alerted me, only to keep me going till I was at my dick’s end.

Me (whispering): ‘I’m gonna cum Kelly.’
Kelly: ‘Wait wait! Take it out!’

I retracted immediately and it was a nanosecond before the point-of-no-return. She helped me up to sit on the keyboard area and she turned herself between my legs. Taking my dick whole into her sweet looking lips, my shaft was tormented by her skilful tongue, whipping in random directions as her head shoved down my dick.

Me: ‘Fuck.. Kelly.. ‘

My hand went behind her head lightly and without force, she slid those lips all the way to the base. At that moment of silence, a brush of her tongue sideways sent cum bursting out of my meat stick. She pulled away till she could move her tongue freely, tickling my rod continuously for as long as I came.

All my life was put into the powerful climax that those pink lips commanded, and it left me zoned out for a minute after I came. The patient musical genius kept sucking until I got too sensitive (and empty) that I had to push her away.

We went to her bed and rested on it, digesting the fact that we had a sexual crush on each other since some time back.

Kelly: ‘It’s getting too late to practice anymore.’
Me: ‘Yeah. But we made up for it with something else right?’
Kelly: ‘Yupp.. I like it very much. Oh! I can follow you to the exam. I’m free that day.’
Me: ‘Okay. I have to go soon.’
Kelly: ‘Or you can spend the night here? ;) My parents don’t know you’re here right?’

True enough, her parents returned and we haven’t left the room since. The attached bathroom gave us the freedom to take a shower together, with more late night activities to get us tired enough for sleep.

Fast forwarding to the day of exam, she accompanied me from my practice to the venue, and I know I did well from the faces of the invigilators. Upon meeting her after that, we settled for a HDB nearby to get my reward – granting her wish for a round of public sex. Well, it turned into two rounds, but I’m not complaining right?

Slutty XMM

Slipping on the red bralet that left most of Shermaine’s belly exposed, a pair of high waist shorts completed her outfit for the day. The walk to the bus stop attracted lots of gaze in her direction, mostly admiring the fair, slim waist with a piercing through her belly button.

Samson: ‘Shermaine!’

The slim cut, blue buttoned shirt matched his legs-conturing jeans well and she threw her arms around him for a well-deserved hug after a long period of busyness.

Shermaine: ‘Where are we going now?’
Samson: ‘Want to get right down to it?’
Shermaine: ‘Where?’

He tucked her hand under his arm and brought her to a newly built HDB, staircase eerily quiet without much occupants residing there. Their impatience finally broke free when they found a safer floor, with no shoes or lights from the couple of units on that level.

He had shoved his knees between her legs hard to support some of her weight and she immediately returned his advancement with a deep kiss. Tongues got to work and her hips grinded on his knee seductively. That pair of shorts have been pressing on her crotch tight, somehow teasing her with each step taken.

Soon, their hands got busy and her shorts came off while his jeans was lowered to his thighs. The scarf she had around her bag was wrapped around her waist, in case anyone walked in on them.

Still making out passionately, her fingers had gone around his rod and he did the same for her, except he was rubbing up and down her clit. As temperature rose on his stick, feminine lubricant had begun leaking from her pussy. As far as it goes, things could only go hotter from there.

Samson got his girlfriend to sit on the steps while he descended to get into the correct height. Without wasting any time, she opened her legs and held his head, going straight for her juicy cunt that was waiting.

For that slutty little girl, he couldn’t expect any less from her. Despite how sexy she wore, the fragrant scent between her legs kept him going and her moaning for more. Swiping left and right, flicking up and down, sucking hard and soft, his hair was ruffled into a mess as she held him down.

Samson (whispering): ‘Baby.. let me rest for a while.’

Maintaining a coy smile, she let him go and made some space for him on the step. Next up was her going down a few steps, and laying on her side bum for his share of fun.

She swept her hair to create a ponytail on one side, and went over his dick instantly. The first tease was her lips slipping quickly up and down his penile hood, heightening the sensitivity till he had to beg her to stop. Instead of ending it right there, she sank her jaws down his shaft so he could draw a deep breathe. Thereafter it was just long, sensual trips on his manhood, sucked to a deadly edge of cumming anytime.

Samson (whispering): ‘Baby.. it’s enough.’

She picked her head up and cleaned her mouth of saliva, before pulling him up in one move.

Shermaine: ‘Doggy?’
Samson: ‘Yupp. But I want to go on top when I cum. Can?’
Shermaine: ‘Anything you say babe.’

She went to the cleanest wall of paint and laid her forearm parallel on it. Her ass stuck out like a needy dog for Samson who was guiding her feet further backwards. Once everything was in place, he aimed handsfree at her pussy and drove right in, holding her waist motionless in case she tried to get away.

Shermaine: ‘Oh yes! Fuck me real good.’
Samson: ‘You’re going to get just that.’

The first few thrusts resonated the slapping sounds loudly but he quietened down by bending his knees a little, to jab her in an upward angle. Moans exited into the back of her hand and he was just breathing deeply. Before he realised, he was at full speed ramming into his tiny girlfriend till she was tip toeing in pleasure.

Shermaine: ‘I’m going to come soon! Shit! Hold me!’

Her cheek landed on the wall as her legs went into a cramp, the full weight of her body on the curled toes. Samson hugged her close to his chest and continued pumping slowly. Shermaine recovered in loud huffing sounds, limbs gone weak from that single climax.

Shermaine: ‘Babe, it happened again.’
Samson: ‘It’s okay ah. Have a sit.’

She was placed three steps from the landing and Samson leaned over her in push-up position. Shermaine knew she had to finish the job and helped him get his dick into her. Legs now spread apart on solid ground, Samson resumed the pounding that blurred Shermaine’s vision with orgasms.

His hard cock went in deep, stretching her vaginal walls thin enough to experience the graceful curve and bumps on it. The frequent deep thrusts had kept her clit well-loved to push her senses further up. As another orgasm creeped up her spin, Samson was feeling the gradual difficulty of keeping his speed up.

Samson (whispering): ‘Cumming soon baby?’
Shermaine (whispering in his face): ‘Let’s try to cum together this time. Don’t stop until you shoot k?’

He straightened his arms and closed his feet together. She wrapped her legs around him and one hand held firmly on the vertical columns of the railing.

As his body rammed faster at the same overwhelming depth, Shermaine’s body started shaking as the orgasm tipped over the edge. A few seconds behind her, Samson endured the ache from the squeeze and pushed forward.

In a groan, his elbows bent to hold her shoulders down on his dick, and the gush of cum broke free into her pussy like a dam being destroyed. When her body relaxed the powerful grip on his rod, Samson’s body trembled to the suction and fired a few more times, straight into her xmm.

Holding his cheeks in her hands, a beautiful afterglow warmed his heart and he pulled out, before sitting at her pussy.

Samson: ‘Let me feel inside k?’

A shy nod let his finger into the cum-filled hole and it was like an aquarium in it, full of thick, viscous bio-fluid.

Samson (whispering): ‘Squeeze for me. I’m going to take my finger out.’

A frown came with the pressure on his finger and he withdrew his ‘probe’, to see it cleaned of any cum that was supposed to be inside her. They then sat together as he fished out his packet of wet tissue, cleaning each other up before putting their clothes back on.

Like a lovey dovey couple, her arms were around him as they took a break.

Shermaine: ‘I love you baby.’
Samson: ‘Love you too babe. You’re super tight today.’
Shermaine (whispering): ‘I didn’t masturbate for a week just for you.’

Thanks to the contraceptive pills, there was no worry of being impregnated. They made their way down in the lift with some Bangladeshi workers, fully aware that this particular block was a favourite among public sex fanatics.

Their constant scanning of that sexy-bodied girl did not affect her mood, being confident and all after receiving her fair share of pleasure.

Samson: ‘Hungry?’
Shermaine (whispering cheekily): ‘I’m hungry for you. Can we go to your place now?’

The wide grin told her the answer and he led her in the direction of the bus stop, hopping on the next bus towards his 4-room flat. Imagine what they did when they found out that the whole of the upper deck of the bus was empty.

She changed into that ‘mini-sarong’ skirt during the journey and he managed to get her to cum once before their stop. With more eyes on her for the walk back to his place, her pussy had begun leaking cum from the anticipating pussy.