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.

Dinner for Ones

Just like the first time people reacted to the world’s most prolific scent, I couldn’t resist turning my head to catch a glimpse of the lady (or guy) who wore the famed perfume. It drifted gently into my nose, and the strength of it told me her exact distance from me.

The only ‘new’ guest that entered took a seat diagonally next to my table, and placed her order with the eager waitress. All I remembered doing was taking another deep breath of the air, and there she appeared again in my mind, shrouded in a mysterious cloud of maturity.

While she paid attention to the bottle of wine that was being introduced, my eyes tracked up her black heels onto her translucent black stockings. And as I reached the darkness under her table, the slim waist of her led my eyes right to those voluptuous assets shapely wrapped to her chest.

Before I knew it, she had swirled her wine glass and raised it in my direction, giving me a smile that would melt any man’s heart. Responding appropriately with my own near-empty glass, we sipped casually through the wide opening. Returning my attention to my own desk, the pages of calculations hit me with reality. There was just no way I can leave these accounts incomplete by the end of the day.

As opposed to the relaxing ambient of the restaurant, I stabbed the little pieces of steak and fed on it while scribbling notes on my stack of papers. Finally, after an hour, I was doing more than what my tasks required of me and the shift back to the supposedly-enjoyable dinner livened up my stressed out state.

Waiter: ‘Sir, this is from the table next to you.’

A plate of signature Tiramisu cake slid into my face and all she gave was a wink. This dish was more expensive than the steak I had and there was no way I could pass on that. A cheeky smile broke across my face despite trying to hold back led her to do the same as well, suddenly taking all the worries I had about any details I had left out in my work earlier.

Lady: ‘Dining alone uh? Cheers to us.’

Our glasses clanged across our tables and we emptied the wine in a go, forks ready to dive into the seductive little slice of heaven.

Lady: ‘May I?’

The open palm signal to the empty seat opposite me showed me how much she respected my personal space, and the only thing I could do would be to help her shift her bag to my side. The waitress tending to our area did the rest of the transfer and before I knew it, her two inch cleavage was right in front of me. After formalities were exchanged, we got started on our dessert and spoke between bites.

Me: ‘How can a lady like you be dining alone?’
Kimiko: ‘Well, the business partners I came here for had not planned anything for me. But I’m leaving tomorrow anyway.’
Me: ‘You’re from Japan?’
Kimiko: ‘You can tell?’

I need not say a word to explain my accurate guess and we scrapped our plates clean of any leftovers. For that day (and night), I had been in the most formal wear you guys can imagine. Black jacket and pants, silky white shirt without the tie to allow me to swallow better. It wasn’t everyday I wore that out, but it certainly attracted attention from the more.. elegant ladies.

Me: ‘Chanel number five.’
Kimiko: ‘Oh my god. You know it.’
Me: ‘Of course. There is no other perfume I can imagine being more suitable for you.’

She shyly pushed her plate away for the waitress to clear and we spent the next few minutes finishing up our respective choices of wine.

Kimiko: ‘Umm.. I’m wondering if you would like to come up to my room. It’s my first time in Singapore, and I would like to make the most out of this short trip. Maybe you can tell me more?’

Me: ‘It would be my pleasure.’

Upon her relentless insistence on paying for my meal (putting it on her company’s card), I couldn’t help but feel a little inferior to let her treat a stranger for her first visit here. Nonetheless, I stopped trying to pay her back after a few attempts and followed her to her room. Walking side by side, I was surprised that we were the same height, even though I knew she wore heels.

At last, the door beeped opened once she flashed her card key and candles lit the room in a somewhat eerie fashion, stopping me at the door.

Kimiko: ‘I asked for a turndown service earlier. Don’t worry.’

The hospitable Japanese kicked her heels away after me and took both my hands, guiding me in front of the full length mirror just a few steps ahead. Darting her eyes between my gaze and lips, she squeezed my arms harder as seconds ticked away.

Kimiko (whispering): ‘You are.. different from the men I met during the meeting.’
Me: ‘How different?’
Kimiko: ‘Their eyes.. it’s as though they are looking at me sexually.’
Me: ‘And me?’
Kiroko: ‘You see me.’

She took a graceful step back and reached across her belly for a concealed hook, disrobing her red dress to a deep V-neck coat. It did not stay long in that manner though, falling into a pile onto the carpet once she peeled them off her shoulders. Out of nowhere, the iconic Chanel No. 5 flooded into the bedroom, as if visibly covering the gorgeous bed next to us. Standing in her black stockings and pink lacy lingerie, she came up to me, and started unbuttoning my shirt.

The image of a dutiful wife appeared in my head when she did all the work stripping me, all the way to my blue underwear. By then, she was just in her bra and panties, stockings rolled off her ankles when my pants were removed from my feet.

My body briefly savoured the intimate warmth from her when she stepped closer, hugging me by my neck and engaging my lips. The slight drowsiness from the alcohol smoothened all the otherwise awkward trnstition to the bed and we were lying on our sides face to face in swift motions. While we continued to make out, my hand roamed to her back to free those handful breasts, possibly C cups gauging how heavy it was when I jiggled them.

Kimiko (whispering): ‘You like it?’
Me (whispering): ‘I love it.’

She lifted one of her boobs to my mouth for me to suck on the pinkest nipple and I never regretted it. As soon as my tongue went on to taste her peaks, she was pulling my hand to shove it between her legs. Meeting a perfectly smooth groin, what else could I not do? Her clit grew harder the instant I circled my middle fingertip on it, and moans filled up the flame-lit room with sexuality.

Once five minutes had passed from the one-sided pleasure giving, she spread my legs forcefully and sat in between on her feet.

Kimiko: ‘Just lie down and enjoy.’

The last scene I recalled was her opened mouth going over my erection, momentarily sending me to the heavens when her lips closed on my shaft. My eyelids remained heavy as she slurped her way up and down, saliva generously providing seamless, long, soothing trips down my cock and up my spine. Never did I had an urge to grab her hair and force her any lower. She had me covered from ‘top’ to ‘bottom’.

Kimiko: ‘Ahh.. nice?’
Me (weakly): ‘Yeah.. super.’

The familiar sound of a plasticky item brought me to my senses and a fuzzy image of a condom appeared in her hand. She proceeded to roll the almighty protection gear down my cock and skilfully extended it longer into my groin.

Me: ‘Shall I go on top first?’
Kimiko: ‘Not yet. I.. don’t orgasm easily. And can only climax when I’m riding. So I’ll go first.’

That said, she waded over my hips and sat slowly down over my dick, tucking it safely into her body as she relaxed her hip. While she was feeling more comfortable, I was in fact getting tensed. I knew what this position would do for me and the result might actually kill the mood we had spent so much effort to build up. My dick never felt much pleasure in this stance and it might affect her if I had little reaction to her hard work.

Anyway, she carried on with the rocking and grinding motion, moaning and holding her own hair back as she glide her ass on my waist. Just like she mentioned, her pussy got tighter just two minutes into the sex and she came shortly after. Following the hoarse moans from her throat, her body shook non-stop for at least ten seconds before she fell forward onto me, panting breathlessly while trying to tell me something.

Me (whispering): ‘Kimi.. you alright?’
Kimiko (panting): ‘I came really hard just now. I never felt that before.’

She was close to fainting when I rolled her onto her back, sliding between her legs while she caught her breaths. Seeing how weak she was trying to hold her legs up for me, I did her the favour and threw her calves over my shoulders, leaning forward till her pussy was completely vulnerable.

Auto-docking into her vagina, I sank my cock very slowly into her, causing her to pout in an agonising expression to rush me. Still, I took my time and started out slow, worried that her tightness would trigger anything too early. As time past, I was soon hammering her at full speed and depth, ramming my way as far as ‘it’ could reach.

The girlish hug she gave around my ribs tickled me slightly to push myself even further, driving my hard rod faster beyond my determination to last longer. Within a minute, she pulled me onto her chest as another shiver immobilised my cock with an overwhelming vacuum, milking my unprepared rod for any cum that I could afford – which was none.

Me (whispering): ‘Come. Flip over for me.’
Kimiko: ‘Doggy?’
Me: ‘Yeah.’
Kimiko: ‘But I don’t like that pose. It feels degrading.’
Me (whispering): ‘It’s just you and I here. And I won’t make you regret it.’

I pulled out of her and helped her on her knees, spreading them just wide enough for me to go between. Parking my tip at her entrance, I grabbed her waist and plunged right in, sending her into screams directed into the pillows after the first entry.

Kimiko: ‘Fuckkk… ‘

Hearing that, the next thing I did was probably the only thing I did. I yanked her body back as I thrust forth, pile-driving my steel foundations into her pussy over and over again. Besides begging me to stop, the seemingly infinite orgasms kept trembling her upper body, releasing more fluids as I pumped my heart out.

Me: ‘Kimi! You’re squeezing me too tight!’
Kimiko (moaning): ‘I know! I’m going crazy!’

I shifted myself closer to her ass and made tiny deep thrusts, focusing on my shaft since the tip was getting too sensitive. Kiroko couldn’t do much except to clench her fists at the ends of the pillow, face buried in it to suppress her moans. I was about to reach my end.

Kimiko (moaning): ‘Are you cumming?’
Me: ‘Soon!’

She lunged herself forward and let my erection slip, toppling me forward onto her back as she crawled away from my sweaty body. Remaining on the bed, she let me lay flat while she fell onto my belly, mouth moving closer to my twitching cock as I combed her fringe away. I felt the condom coming off in front of her face, and then her mouth went to take its place.

She used her hand to continue to jerk me while sucking, till I was once again trembling weak in my knees.

Me (groaning): ‘Shooting now!’

She devoured more of my shaft and caressed my balls while my abs tightened, unloading waves of cum into a more manageable ‘container’ that kept teasing my pee hole.

Finally, the last contraction was over and she took a few seconds longer to suck me clean. Sitting upright next to me, she stretched the rubber ring of the condom and spat into it, releasing blobs after blobs of whitish liquid.

Kimiko (breathing deeply): ‘You came a lot.’
Me (panting): ‘Thanks to you.’

She dried me up with tissue and we head into the showers to clean up, only to end up fucking each other again – with running water down our bodies and no condoms. After the most tiring shower, the both of us had no more strength for anything and collapsed into the bed, cuddling in each other’s arms drifting off to sleep.

When I woke up the next day, she was up and dressed in a lively sundress. The pink lingerie, stockings were folded neatly into a pile and a note laid on top of them all.

Kimiko: ‘I’m leaving in fifteen. You can sleep till 2pm. I have requested for a late check out.’
Me: ‘I can send you to the airport you know?’
Kimiko: ‘My company has arranged transport. Those are for you.’

She came over to my side and pecked my forehead, but not before I forced a ten seconds tongue fight out of her. Quickly wrestling my morning wood out of the thick blanket, she used her saliva to give me a handjob. The most rushed, but skilled hand-twisting and area-specific teasing. Keeping time on her pick-up schedule, I came into her hand after just five minutes and she wiped most of them with a dry tissue. Whatever left was left to dry, and that would be the only present I could give her.

And also my underwear which I spent fifteen minutes looking for, only to find out in the note that she had took it with her. I hope to see you again Kimiko, and take in your Chanel again.

Stray Kitten

Man (angrily): ‘GET OUT OF MY HOUSE NOW!’

Through the glass panels in the lift, I saw a woman tumbling out of her door in a black nightgown as I stopped a floor above them. Rushing down the stairs, a young girl around the age of a student was sobbing at the doorstep, unable to look at me in her disheveled state.

Me: ‘Hey, you okay? Sit at the steps.’

I handed her a packet of tissue and she used it right away. Adjusting her hair from her face, a word of ‘thank you’ muttered softly out of her tears coated lips. At 2am, there was nowhere to go and things were even more complicated in the flimsy gown she wore.

Girl (sobbing): ‘He.. just threw me out like that cause I was masturbating. Not like he doesn’t do it!’

Me: ‘Could he be more religious than you?’
Girl (sobbing): ‘But he is always fucking my step mum so loudly!’
Me: ‘Just stay calm k? Compose yourself. I’m J.’

Her head dropped onto her arms on her knees and cried even harder. Only when I took out my box of cigarettes did she stopped and pulled a stick out. The lighter clicked at the end of her stick and she inhaled deeply, reaching her cigarette over my lips for me to take a puff.

Girl: ‘This really helped. I’m Ziqi.’
Me: ‘And how old are you?’
Ziqi: ’18. But I smoke since my mum gone. I’m so stupid to believe him to take care of me.’

She finished the stick and slipped her arm under mine, leading me up to a corridor overseeing the streets I grew up in. Even though I had lived in this block for over ten years, I did not visit anywhere else.

Ziqi: ‘Can hug me from behind?’

I dropped my bag on the floor and embraced the saddened girl, feeling no panties nor bra under the flowing thin dress of hers.

Ziqi: ‘Even you can love me more than him.’

I remained quiet as she held my hands, guiding me between her legs where she lifted her dress. The slight dampness got the attention of my dick and it rose slowly to see what was happening. She pressed my middle finger conveniently between her vulva and made me massage her clit, going into auto-pilot seconds later.

Ziqi (whispering): ‘Take it out for me?’

I undone my belt and opened my zipper wide, enough to stick my cock out between the quick access slot. The soft, gentle hands felt cold on my heated stick, but it was soon balanced out after she held it for a moment.

Ziqi (whispering): ‘Is it always this warm?’
Me (whispering): ‘Yes. Whenever you touch it like this.’
Ziqi (whispering): ‘It’s the first time.. ‘

Just as I jutted my hips back, she tightened her grip and I shoved back forward in fear. Boy, that felt great, even though it was for a second.

Ziqi: ‘I just move up and down?’
Me: ‘Yeah.’

She kept pumping in slow strokes until blood could no longer fill it up anymore, slightly splitting her thumb and index fingertip. Sensing how the lack of lubrication was starting to cause abrasion, I took a small step and stopped her movements on her bum.

Me: ‘It’s enough. Getting too dry to continue.’
Ziqi: ‘Can use my water instead? Got a lot.’

The naive looking girl awkwardly raised one leg to slip my cock under her pussy, and rocked a few times to line my shaft with her fluids. Instead of resuming the handjob, both her hands went to my waist and kept me close to her, while my cock was still squashed between her thighs.

Ziqi: ‘It feels better like this.. it’s so warm.’

I thrust gently in small motion to ease her mood and a little rub on my dick head signalled the improvement in her spirits. As we kept our movements discreet and fast, she began to spread her pussy wider with her fingers. I needed no more time to notice that and stopped my thrusts, leaning over her shoulder in concern.

Me (whispering): ‘I think we shouldn’t go too far.’
Ziqi (whispering): ‘I want to feel good with you.’

A tiny jerk of her ass parked my tip at the right spot, giving me control on my next big decision. While I stood motionless behind her, she stuck her ass out slowly, swallowing my cock bit by bit till I was halfway in. I grabbed her waist and dragged her away from the wall, gradually increasing my tempo piling my concrete pillar into her.

Her moans escaped in short notes into the cool air, there wasn’t any other sounds apart from our shallow breaths.

Ziqi (whispering): ‘I’m going to climax. Don’t move!’

I called off the rapid fire mode and felt her fingers worked on her clit, occasionally touching my tip. A growing shiver planted my hands on her boobs and kneaded the nipples as her legs gave way, sitting down on my cock while my knees supported her weight.

A minute later, she was back in her position and we were at it again, this time slower since it was my turn to cum. She felt my fears and we took a break soon after, standing side by side to enjoy the quiet streets.

Ziqi: ‘I help you from the back k?’

A nod sent her behind me and her arms went around my hips to my groin, one holding my shaft and the other on my balls. Caressing those sensitive pair of testicles, she used her wet juices well to pump me at random speeds. Nonetheless, I couldn’t hold back against the innocence of her handjob for long.

When my cock loaded the rounds, my hips arched backwards and she kept on going. Suddenly, her palm wrapped around my sensitive cock head and I gave in to the final tease. Unloading intensely into her clenched fist, excess cum dripped loudly to the floor for no one to hear. The minute movements of her twisting arm truly forced every last drop out of me and I was that close to squatting in front of her.

Ziqi: ‘It must feel super good. See? So much.’

She pushed me against the wall to straighten my back and held up her hand in front of the street lights. Stringy, sticky semen webbed her fingers together and she tapped her tongue for a taste.

Ziqi: ‘Bleh! (sticking her tongue out)

She handed me the packet of tissue and I took one out for her, wiping her hand as clean as we could without water. Walking down the steps to her unit, she threw her arms around me before we were at her door.

Ziqi: ‘Can sleep with you tonight instead? I don’t want to go home.. he sometimes try to fuck me when mum is not around. I never let him.. ‘

The sobbing noises came instantly and I patted her back in comfort. Going back to my place, she took a shower and changed into a set of women’s clothes I had for standby, spending the next hour talking about her plight.

Since birth, she did not attend any school and was taught by her mother. Tasked with cooking and all the house chores, she spent most of her life at home, without any friends to talk to. That attempt to chase her out of the house was to scare her, which did not work after my intervention.

Sadly, self-pleasure was her only form of relief and she put that to good use while living with me. To come home to a faithful girl setting up everything for a much needed rest, and then a wet pussy after dinner. Or else a hungry mouth giving me a heavenly treat if I had work to do at home.

What more wrong could I do in this life?

Lenny’s Lena

Part 1 | Part 2

A week after I returned to Singapore, it was her turn to visit this place for the first time in her life. Coming from a less well-to-do family, I booked a hotel to put her up for the two nights stay, as well as planned a simple itinerary around the vicinity to show her around.

Lenny: ‘Hey J! This is my sister. Lena.’
Lena (shyly): ‘Hi.. ‘

The even smaller sized girl was in fact older, and the cutesy denim suspender shorts made her looked illegal. Upon entering the bedroom (with just one bed since the girls can share), Lena went into the toilet first and left me in the mercy of her sister, who kissed, and crouch-grabbed me.

When Lena came out, she was out of her romper and had her black spaghetti top stretched over her hips. Lenny dashed into the toilet immediately and did her business, probably holding it in for the whole three hours plus journey. I watched her sister climb into bed, pantyless and unshy, searching her wallet for a note for me. Not wanting to risk discovery, I slipped it into my pocket fast, before Lenny’s head popped out of the door.

Lenny: ‘I shower first k? Fast one.’

Roughly knowing how ‘fast’ she could be, I laid on top of the blanket Lena was under, and felt her crawl to me. That afternoon, I wore a pair of shorts to cope with the hot weather and she had no qualms about digging into it, fondling my cock for a moment.

We paused for a while until she saw the raging hard on stopped growing, and then crawled in doggie to my shorts again (face at my groin and my face at her rear). When I disappeared into her mouth, my mind immediately told me to shove my finger into her clit. Her tightly pressed descending lips got all the nerves working and her soft, wet tongue pushed on all the right spots. My mind was effectively numbed in an instant. A large amount of saliva had lubricated her blowjob and rubbing her clit simply got her to suck deeper.

In just short five minutes, my whole forearm was drenched in her juices (I was fingering her lying down) and her mouth had slowed down in contrast. My dick was so swollen and every tease of her tongue felt like the last straw. Once I saw her opened mouth lower into my trimmed bush, my hips automatically jerked upwards to start spraying my load into her. Her booty trembled as she climaxed at the same time, squirting once onto the pillow behind her.

Just as the shower sounds died down, she pulled away from my cock, leaving it sparkling clean and well-pleased. Lena returned to her position and flipped the pillow around to its dry side, as if nothing had happened while her sister was away.

Lenny: ‘Jie, your turn!’

Lena jumped out of the bed and winked while her sister was busy hugging me, picking up a fresh piece of t-shirt along the way. Once she was inside the shower, it was Lenny’s turn to strip my shorts off, only to see a shrunken cock with a drop of pre-cum at the tip.

Quickly, she tugged the foreskin back and sucked on it like a baby, till I was up and wide. Unlike her wild sister, she sat on me facing the wall and let me turn her to the bed. In doggie style, I pound the life out of her in senseless moans her sister definitely heard. In the midst of the crazy love-making, Lena was done and creeped up behind me, unaware to her sister who was barely holding her senses together.

She kept her eyes glued to her sister as countless orgasms collapsed her onto the bed, granted by the extended hammer time given by her own sister. The moment Lena saw her sister gone weak, she covered her with the blanket and took her place on the empty side.

Lena pried one of her ass apart and I quickly plunged in, banging the life out of her non-stop like her sister. By the time she blacked out, my second load was about to happen. Instead of giving it to the new participant, I went over to my first encounter, tucking the tip between her lips. The weary younger sister let me fucked her face till I came, right into her mouth for her to taste my final serving.

A gulp down her throat concluded the night and I took my bath, sleeping between the girls for a new day of surprises. I wonder if we would ever get around that itinerary instead of spending all the time in bed.

On the piece of paper, Lena wrote, ‘I will have everything my sister has’. So I guess that included me.

Part 1 | Part 2

French Connection

A little thud woke me up from my nap on the bus home. It was especially a long day at work and the fair legs of the Caucasian girl was a heavenly first thing to see when I opened my eyes. She returned an apologetic gaze at me when I rubbed my eyes but quickly returned to her paper map.

Girl: ‘Hi. I’m sorry to bother you. But does this bus goes here?’

I looked towards her finger and saw the smooth curve of her boobs, unhindered by any impressions of bra cups.

Me: ‘Yes. The bus will stop here and then you have to walk to your hotel.’
Girl: ‘Thank you. I have no idea how to go back there after I hopped on a random bus. I’m Emma.’
Me: ‘And I’m J.’

She heaved a sigh of relief and kept her map, perching her knees up against the backrest of the seat in front. More of her long legs appeared and a pair of shorts peeked from underneath. One that was so short that could be a pair of panties if not for the denim material.

Me: ‘You’re here alone? On vacation?’
Emma: ‘Yes. I wanted to take a break from my country, France.’

It’s no wonder why I found her accent sexy. For a commoner like me, it was a different sensation to hearing such a voice live than in the movies. I couldn’t fall asleep anymore with those legs in my view, and we continued talking until a few stops away from her destination.

Emma: ‘So I alight after this stop?’
Me: ‘I’ll alight with you. I have nothing on for the rest of the day anyway.’
Emma: ‘Really? That’s very sweet of you.’

We walked to her hotel and the countless eyes on my was undeniable. Even though located at one of many tourists’ destination, the sleaziness of Hotel 81 was unescapable. She urged me to register at the front desk before inviting me to her room, sweetly scented by some of her deodorant she used.

Emma: ‘I’ll get a shower first. Then I want to hear more about this country from you.’
Me: ‘Can I take a shower after you? Haha. I’m just kidding. Go go.’
Emma: ‘You want to? You can.’

She stepped into the bathroom and water sounds were heard. After ten minutes, some French words came from her.

Emma: ‘J? Can you help me get my clothes? They are on top of the night stand.’

Under the lamp, I grabbed the only piece of clothing. It was a satin nightie with a deep V-cut, too short even if she was my height. Of course, being an average Asian male, she stood almost a feet taller than me. She came out in that dress after a while and brought her day clothes along.

Emma: ‘I realised the toilet is too small to hang any clothes. Better if you put your shirt outside.’

As I pondered about how to reach the bed from the toilet, she hurried me into the bathroom and waited outside.

Emma: ‘C’mon. There is nothing I haven’t seen. I’ll take your clothes.’

I turned my back on her and stripped down to my underwear, leaving me to myself after she got my jeans. A quick shower refreshed my tired muscles and soon, it was my turn to call out to her.

Emma (shouting): ‘Can I pass you one of my shirts? Your clothes are sweaty.’

An outstretched arm appeared across the door and I took whatever she gave. A female long tank top that barely hid my boxer brief. Since there was only two of us, I did not feel shy and joined her on the cold bed. There, we spoke until about 9pm in front of the TV, and had a couple of beers she bought.

Emma: ‘Could you spend the night here?’
Me: ‘I could. But it’s your holiday. Don’t you need some time alone?’

The long stare told me of her answer and I placed my hand on hers. My eyes shut themselves when her face pulled near, tasting strawberry as our lips met.

Emma (whispering): ‘You are a shy man aren’t you?’

She pulled me down onto the bed and flipped the sheets over our bodies, roaming down to each other’s waist as we kissed. Emma was facing upwards when I slid my hand down her belly, and her legs parted gradually for me. Fingers diving in first, the wetness of her pussy was unmistakable. It was slippery and smooth, almost like those commercial lubricant. A part of me wanted to taste it so badly.

As for her, she easily slipped her fingers into my boxers and we both took it off together. Having a foreign hand touching my erection drew away all the breath I had, and a groan escaped when she felt my balls. My hands went to her boobs automatically to feel my first foreign affair, and god, don’t they feel soft and warm.

Emma: ‘Are you just going to tease them from outside?’

She got up to turn off most lights and kept just one on. Stripping her nightie off, she sank into the pillow next to me, as if ready for more.

Me: ‘Should we be doing this? I don’t have a condom.’
Emma: ‘I do.’

She made me kneel between her legs and assisted in capping me. I fell over into push up position when she gave my dick a tug, and simply guided me to the right hole. Very slowly, I sank my rod into her and the soft pressure led me deep inside.

Emma (groaning): ‘Asian guys aren’t that small as I read huh?’

I clenched my fists and started pounding her slim body, jerking my cock into her as she grabbed the edge of the pillows in moans. Suddenly, the room next door emitted similar noises and our smiles made it comical. I pounded her as hard and fast as I could while she pinched her own nipples, grabbing them hard as her chin tilted upwards.

Her legs wrapped around me after a few minutes and pushed me to her depth, screaming loudly to an orgasm that shook her violently. Her hands fell open after that climax and for a moment, she was out. Like blacked out. I pulled out of her and gave her a massage below, rubbing her clit gently until she jutted awake.

Me: ‘It was my turn to wake you up right? You did that to me on the bus.’
Emma: ‘Haha. You’re a funny guy.’

With renewed strength, she flipped on top of me and slid down on her ankles. Knowing what she was going to next, I covered my dick with both hands to her disbelief.

Emma: ‘Is something wrong?’
Me: ‘No. But you’re here to enjoy. Not work.’
Emma: ‘Have you met a French lady before?’
Me: ‘No?’
Emma: ‘They don’t accept no for an answer.’

She pried my hand open and gobbled up my dick, rocking her chest back and forth over my lap. Those lips slid easily up and down my shaft, suction draining my life force by the stroke. She quickly adapted to my sensitive by listening to my moans and got me trembling in no time. Feeling my hard stick going in and out of her tightly pressed lips, my mind was shooting stars into my vision.

Me: ‘I’m going to shoot soon. Slow down Emma. At least not in your mouth.’
Emma: ‘Then where? I’m not that a nice girl as you think.’

She continued milking me as I pulled her pillow over my face, groaning loudly as her fingers fondled my contracting ball sack. My hips thrust involuntarily into her hungry mouth while she sucked harder and harder, until I was too exhausted to cum anymore.

In the dimness, she dashed into the toilet and water noises came. The next thing I saw was her lying next to me, turning my face towards her. She opened her mouth to show me my cum that I thought she spat out, and swallowed it with a kiss. I could totally feel it.

Emma: ‘You’re a healthy man. I taste sweetness.’

The tall lady buried into my arms like a kitten and let me cuddle her for the night. Falling asleep not long later, it was peaceful until a felt fingernail poking into my pee hole. Always a victim to that move, I woke up in full power and saw her flipping over onto her chest.

Emma: ‘Use that morning wood wisely.’

Just feeling a little horny, burying my cock inside her reminded me of how much fun we had the last night. With the soft morning light glowing the room up, there was no way I was going to miss holding the sexy waistline. Ramming my cock into her, the bed creaked as we humped our voices awake. Her straightened arms wobbled when she came and she only got tighter as we fucked.

Halfway through, she made me sit on the bed and squatted feet together over my groin. Using the springy mattress, she bounced up and down on top using her weaponised pussy to her advantage. Surprisingly, the whole thing lasted for a good fifteen minutes before she triggered my launch buttons, shocking me to change to another destination to ‘target’ at.

Me: ‘Emma. Up now. I am going to cum.’

She fell forward on her knees to my relief but what she did was not expected. Rocking her body back and forth, my dick continued to be fucked until I couldn’t take it anymore. Seeing how I wasn’t allowed to shoot anywhere else, I held her hips and sat her on top, shoving my cock into her deepest ends.

Waves after waves of cum exited my cock into her shivering body that came another time, tightening over my shrivelling rod. Finally after a minute, she crawled away and the last squirt of my cum was sucked into her vacuum black hole.

Emma (panting): ‘You’re really good.’
Me (panting): ‘And you are so wild.’

She picked her watch from the night stand and showed me the time with the lights on, sending me into a frenzy when I realised how close I was to my working hour. She sat on the bed sensually with no clothes on, watching me get dressed at lightning speed. Once I was done, we spent a minute kissing goodbye and I left after she told me her plans later.

Emma: ‘After work, go to the reception and tell them you are J. Tell them my name too. I will leave instructions for them.’

We bade goodbye and I went to work, head full of unbelievable memories that would last a lifetime. Immediately after work, I went back to the hotel and told the front desk what she said. Instead of pointing me elsewhere, they told me she had checked out earlier, and left a package for me.

On the lonely bus ride home, I opened the box and saw a pile of clothes beneath an envelope. It contained the oversized tank top I wore, the nightie she seduced me with, and the set of singlet with shorts I met her in. And inside her shorts, was a pair of thongs lined with crystals at the hems.

Note: J, thank you for the wonderful night. I wanted to say my goodbyes in a special way and I hoped you like the present. My number is below, and email address in case you couldn’t reach me. Let me know when you are coming to France, and I’ll show you around – my house.

Au revoir,

xoxo
Emma

So, I guess my next holiday destination has been decided.

Deep Sea Drilling

Gladys: ‘Why are you sitting here alone? Thinking of swimming ah?’

The company chalet had came to an end after all the food was finished, majority of the staff headed home while a handful not on duty the next day stayed for the night. Among those who remained, there were three girls and two guys, which my other male counter part had too much to drink and fell asleep before the rest.

Me: ‘No la. Just enjoying the night sky. Lie down and close your eyes for a while. Then you’ll be able to see more stars.’

On the concrete jetty, the two of us laid quietly still, admiring the sight that most of our city lights had hidden. Gladys was the newest staff that joined us, working part time while studying in a private uni. Physically wise, she was the tiniest lady amongst us, but fashionably dressed outside work.

For that evening by the sea, she joined me in a bare back spaghetti blouse, bikini knots exposed around her neck and above the waistline of her shorts.

Gladys: ‘You want to go into the water?’
Me: ‘It’s dangerous eh. But I can save you if anything happens.’

She got up before I did and stripped her top and shorts off, ducking under the rope blocking the steps. I hurriedly threw my shirt away to follow her down in case she missed her step. In pitch darkness, we joined hands as our bodies dipped into the chilly waters, current pushing us around the pillars under the jetty.

Gladys: ‘Don’t let go of me ah.’

Within seconds of the pounding waves, she was hugging me on my back as I waded out into the open. Feet unable to touch the sand beneath, I executed the biggest strokes to get us to the side of the boardwalk, till I could stand firmly on the sand.

Me: ‘Ok ok. We are safe now.’

After she got off my back, she still could not reach the sand. Very cooly, she kept her grip on my arms as she floated closer to my chest. One arm wrapping over my shoulder, I could feel her other hand running down my waist.

Me: ‘Eh eh.. where is your hand going?’
Gladys: ‘Sorry la. Just trying not to die.’

Her fingers wriggled into my shorts that had a very elastic waistband, going around to my groin where my dick was shrivelled in coldness. She gently peeled the foreskin back and the erection came imminently into her grasp. I placed one hand on her back to hold her against my chest and ran the other across her thigh. Going straight for her pussy that only had a little triangle for shield.

Once I slipped my finger between her clit, hot breaths started blowing down my neck in contrast to the cold water. One thing leading to next, she had both her legs around my hips leaving a big gap to let our hands fit through her groin and my belly, still working hard stroking my manhood to keep herself warm.

As I dug my way into her pussy, moans drifted into my ears, increasing my speed till she was shivering in ecstacy. Minutes later, she let go of my cock and readied herself closer to me, guiding my arm around her back to hold her tight.

Gladys: ‘Let’s do it here. Shall we?’
Me: ‘No one will ever know right?’

I held her waist as she relaxed her arms and slid downwards, sheathing my sword into the warmest spot in the ocean. The tightness drew the largest breath of air I had and the fear of falling into the waters caused involuntary contractions over my dick.

Me: ‘You’ll float up and I’ll pull you down.’

A firm nod confirmed her enthusiasm and we did as I suggested, making our own waves as our genitals connected, driving deeply into her love hole. As our speed was greatly limited to the resistance in the water, we only managed to get close to climax but not able to satisfy our needs.

Like a jellyfish, we bobbed up and down to the steps and remained at the bottom, lifting half of our bodies into the open air. I did hope that the barnacles did not die when I sat on them, bouncing the petite Gladys on top till she was moaning in orgasms.

Rocking wildly on my lap, I was more distracted by the queerness of seaside sex than the waves of pleasure, drifting non-menacingly through my body.

Me: ‘Hey hey. Let’s change to doggie. There is a small platform for us to stand on here.’

She got up and we stood knees deep at the wider lowest step, bending over for me to ram her rear. My cock slipped into her easily and began ramming the foam out of the sea, garnering gasps as I went deeper than the (sea)cow girl style earlier.

Gladys (whispering): ‘You’re so deep inside me!’

My hands never let go of her waist as I repeatedly dragged her backwards, deep-sea drilling her pussy till she came another time. I continued fucking her as long as I could and it lasted for a good five minutes, against the freezing waters and the limits of my body. By the time I went all out, her elbows were shaking badly but moans never stopped exciting my senses.

Me: ‘Gladys.. I’m going to cum.’

A pat on the side of my hips slowed me down to a stop and she turned around to sit on the steps. Signalling for me to sit between her legs, I finally rested my tired calves and let her hug me from behind. Both her hands went around my two eggs, one sausage combo and jerked them rhythmically, caressing each of them like a dutiful mother hen.

Me: ‘Coming.. coming.. ‘

Her small palm wrapped around my dick head as hot cum sprayed out of the pee hole, filling her hands as she tried to catch all of it. While the last few twitches emptied my balls, she rubbed both her hands together on the tip and spread the warmth around, which I could not help but begged for her to stop teasing me.

Seeing her cum covered hands, we couldn’t be more happy to have each other in this specially romantic night. She washed her hands in the water and I wore my pants back, before returning to our clothes to head back to the chalet.

Our fingers magically interlocked for the walk back to our accommodations to which we could not find any of our friends inside.

Gladys: ‘Hey, Yi sent me a message.’
Yi (Whatsapp): ‘I can’t find your guys anywhere and we won’t be staying for the night. The key is in the corner of the BBQ, charcoal level.’

We found the key and went for a shower straight, in our birthday suits and of course, together. Since the both of us were not working the next day, there’s no need to describe how we spent the night together. Not especially when we have a fully air-conditioned bedroom to ourselves.

Somehow, the lack of condoms brought our night ‘activity’ to a whole new level, testing the ‘pull out’ method and holding a ‘cum tasting’ session in our comfy nakedness.

Rocking Car

Bartender: ‘Hey man. This is from the girls over there.’

I took a few long blinks to clear my vision and looked towards the semi-circle lounge seats adjacent to my counter stool. The group of ladies all pointed to one particular girl, wearing a denim jacket tightly grasped closed. After giving them a mid-air toast, they came over to invite me over, then disappearing into the dance floor.

Me: ‘Thanks for your drink. I’m J. What’s your name?’
Girl: ‘Cyndi. My friends just asked me to buy a drink for someone that caught my attention. And that’s you.’

She was somewhat in a defensive position when we spoke, understandable from how she dressed, quite the opposite from the revealing clothes her friends wore to the club.

Me: ‘How did I get your attention then?’
Cyndi: ‘Your clothes? You are the only guy here who wore a suit – I think.’

True enough, I was in an attire too mature for my looks, since it was after an intense interview that had tests I was never prepared to take. The complexity of the questions I was given kind of threw me into confusion, about the nature of the company I was employed at. Frankly speaking, I had no idea what they did.

Cyndi: ‘Why are you alone?’
Me: ‘I needed some time to think. Oh, and I don’t have any trendy clothes like most guys here.’
Cyndi: ‘You’re never wrong in a suit.’

For once, we laughed at the irony of how men in suits were viewed, professional, arrogant and confident. Perhaps it was my clothes that gave me the courage to come this far. She took my hand and threw it behind her shoulders, leaning closer to me while handing me my bottle of beer. A click of our glasses and everything went down our throats, marking the beginning of a new friendship.

About ten minutes later, her friends returned with flushed faces, and a couple of them had guys holding their waists.

Friend: ‘Cyndi, we are going to another place now. Wanna come?’
Cyndi: ‘Nah. I’m done. I’ll leave with this handsome here. Have fun girls.’

Those half-filled glasses were emptied and all of us left the noisy entertainment joint, diving into second smoke the smokers were puffing right outside the exit.

Cyndi: ‘I’m going to my car and rest for a bit before driving. Want me to send you home?’
Me: ‘I can get home myself. But I’ll accompany you to make sure you are sober before you drive. Can?’

She pointed sluggishly in the direction of her car and we walked in arms, stepping into the passenger seats since we needed to rest. Once the doors were slammed shut and air-condition at full blast, our bodies instinctively hugged each other and started kissing. Her denim pulled away revealed a caged bra underneath. Without any more layers of clothes, my hands wormed into her bra and grabbed those petite B cups. Instantly, she woke up and unbuttoned my white shirt, caressing the not-so-lean tummy I owned.

Cyndi (whispering): ‘Your pants.’

We worked together to unbuckle and lower my pants just enough for her to whip my cock out, heartbeat pounding violently through the veins in that stick she held. Her high waist flare skirt provided easy access to her underwear, which disappeared into the darkness behind the driver’s seat.

In a sudden turn of event, she climbed over my lap and leaned backwards for the glovebox, fishing a condom out from a corner. I ripped the wrapper apart and capped myself quickly, before she sank her pussy over my manhood. Party-goers were still walking past her car when she started bouncing, but not distracting us one bit from our quickie.

One of her friends spotted our vigorous movements and stole a peek before hopping into her date’s car. Nothing too spectacular happened. As we fucked in cowgirl style, my hands never stopped massaging those boobs. She was just moaning her lungs out to my hardening cock, that was helplessly stuffed over and over again into her.

Me: ‘My turn to play now.’

I hugged her and turned to the side, dropping her on her back while catching both her feet that her heels clung onto. I bent her knees to her chest before taking full control, ramming my hips hard into her skinny pelvic bones her ass was conforming to.

Cyndi (moaning): ‘I’m gonna cum!’

I felt her pussy tightened and I went even faster, until she slouched forward to hold my waist close to her groin. Buried deep inside her, the spray of juices splattered all over our clothes during her orgasm. A minute later, as soon as the ‘tap’ slowed down, my body was back at work, pounding the trembling girl into another round of screams.

Me: ‘We’ve got a bit more to go before I cum. Hang in there k?’

She grabbed my neck and I let my chest touched her, kissing in intense passion without any pauses for air. Each breath we took filled our noses with the heavenly, sex-filled scent from our sweaty bodies, mixed with the saltiness of our saliva.

Me: ‘Doggie?’
Cyndi: ‘No. Just like this.’

I let my hips did its work, thrusting inches of meat into her cunt to increase her pleas for mercy. Another orgasm hit her after a few minutes and our lips broke free, letting her gasped for air as her abs shrunk to the mind-numbing climax.

Me: ‘Fuck.. I’m cumming too.. Hold on!’

While she was shaking non-stop, I forcefully spread her legs wide and pumped the last bit of strength into her. Her eyes rolled white and shook even more wildly, all the way till I made those long, powerful jerks along with my outgoing cum.

The last part lasted about two minutes, with her pussy milking me involuntarily. Strangely, I was still hard after finishing the first round and jumped straight into the action again, shoving my cock fast and deep without break.

Cyndi had no idea what was happening as she was just groaning inaudible phrases, up to the point I came again inside her. Completely exhausted, I fell on top of her and waited till she quietened down.

I picked myself up and helped her to sit upright against the seat, giving her a massage on her clit to help take the soreness away. She managed to find her phone in the dimness and unlocked it after two tries.

Cyndi (weakly): ‘What’s your number?’
Me: ‘8263****’
Cyndi (panting): ‘I’m going to need you again soon.’

The next fifteen minutes were spent in silence as we got dressed slowly, almost losing control a few times after more kisses. We got into the front seats after some time and she offered to drive me home despite being out of the way. And in exchange?

Cyndi: ‘Keep me turned on so I can focus on the road.’

Without saying more, my fingers got wrinkly from masturbating her throughout the whole journey, making a few stops at empty bus stops so she could cum.

It didn’t take more than thirty minutes after I got home before a new message came from her, compiling of details about our next meet the next day. The appearance of Cyndi made my new mysterious employment less daunting knowing that there was something I could look forward to after each day.

A new job, a new girl. What more can a man ask for?