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Just Fucked Up

(Voice from afar) ‘Oh no. Someone has spotted us.’

Just when I was approaching the usual corner of the rooftop to have some time alone, another couple was busy doing their ‘thing’ there. Of course, I wasn’t going to spoil their fun and turned halfway around when that guy, leaning against a parapet, signalled for me to go over.

As I took small, careful steps towards them, I saw one of his hands holding the back of his partner’s head to prevent her from seeing me. A finger over his lips told me enough to keep quiet, as he continued to enjoy her blowjob.

‘Don’t turn around. He has a camera aimed at us.’

Which I obviously didn’t have. He had now blocked her peripheral vision by placing both palms by her ears, to keep her going and not let her in on the truth.

Another gesture, of his index finger flicking upwards, flashed in the bright backlight from MBS and I knew what was he planning to do. With less possibility of anyone else coming up here as the night passed, I followed his cues and whipped my cock out, before going over to his side where he patted on for me to sit.

‘Shit! Alicia? Look.’

He slanted her face towards my exposed cock and she looked downwards in embarrassment, not knowing that he was the one who initiated this. Stuck between my morals and raging boner, there wasn’t any choice to make when she reached for my cock, jerking it fearfully without so much a glance.

‘Don’t look up. He still has.. Bro.. Can you let us go if she do something for you? Alicia, we can do that for him right?’

(She replied softly) ‘Yes.’

‘Okay. Go over to him now. I will be right behind you to keep a look out.’

She unsuspectingly side-walked to my front and took my dick into her mouth, sucking it as she pumped the shaft where she didn’t try to take. Seeing how she was dressed like a teen more than a working adult, those white crop bralet and tight, high waist denim shorts prompted a question from me.

(Trying to sound fierce) ‘How old are you?’

‘Fifteen?’

Fuck. Just as I thought I’d enjoy the worst case scenario stemming from their daring tryst, I got myself into something that might bite me in my back. She was taking me further down into her throat in hopes of convincing me not to report them, and that guilty pleasure seemed to get the better of my sanity.

Unconsciously, I grabbed hold of her head and began thrusting my hips, gagging her slightly every time my dick reached her throat to tingle my senses. I was slowly losing control over this impromptu blowjob driven by fear.

(I whispered loudly) ‘I’m cumming!’

‘Mmm-hmm!’

Wanting to complete my experience with a perfect ending, she buried her face in my groin and let her convulsing throat did the rest of the work, massaging me until I let off the unmistakable groan of climax.

Swallowing the waves of cum as I unloaded into her, I could tell she was feeling less frightened, doing that clean up of my cock in order to make things as convenient as possible for me.

‘Okay?’

‘Yes.’

I got up and zipped my pants, before looking around for her partner who couldn’t be found. By the time she was done tidying her hair, we realised what a fucker he was when she couldn’t get through his phone.

‘Sir.. You won’t spread that video or.. or what right?’

Right after she finished her sentence, she broke out in tears of confusion about her missing boyfriend. The more calls she made, the harder she cried and I was just standing around, unable to leave her in that state. We were after all, ten stories up.

I mean, what if she..

‘To think I gave him my virginity! And did everything he asked! Now this shit! I don’t mean you sir. I.. I don’t know what to do now.. ‘

When I saw how hopeless she was, I couldn’t hide my guilt anymore and told her of what he did, resulting in the free blowjob I got. There was nothing but hatred for the guy who did this to her, but I was honestly surprised that I wasn’t blamed.

I couldn’t anything more than the beast I was, taking advantage of her without knowing anything about them.

After ten minutes of intense bawling, she crashed into my arms and thanked me for staying there, even though I could have escaped.

Did I feel any better? No. Especially after she gave me her number with hopes that I wouldn’t ditch her after what she just went through, and did for me. Knowing what trouble I was getting myself into if I called her (a.k.a. giving her my number), I contacted her after an hour of deep thoughts, to hear her gleeful voice thanking me.

Well, fuck.

And ‘fuck’ was what we did when I agreed to see her, exploring new places and leaving our DNA all over in an explosive display of passion for; one, my fetish of her young, innocent body. And two, for her increasing desire of a fully mature cock inside her.

Just imagine the social stereotype if we got married, which I was so thankful that it was clarified when she told me about her fantasy of having a ‘daddy’. Besides her confusing, possessive attitude I couldn’t wrap my head around, it was easy to get hooked on her submissive behaviour whenever our ‘dates’ came to an end – with sex of course.

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It’s Just Business 3

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The instant I turned the door knob, the manager pushed his way into my room and Jing followed closely behind him, walking into Min who was still asleep. There, he handed me two plane tickets, and returned more files we mailed over before my arrival, all signed and ready-to-go.

(Manager saying) ‘You are welcome to bring one of them back with you, and Chiang will pay one month’s rent for her. But if you choose to work for us, you are free to set up a branch office in Singapore, with her as your first staff, and the company will take care of everything else. It’s your call. The detail is in one of the files there. I hope you enjoyed your stay here.’

Dumbfounded by that counter-offer, I spent a long time looking through that document he mentioned. With words like ‘as charged’, ‘as required’, ‘without an upper limit’, I couldn’t shut out that position which had to come right after the biggest deal I just signed for my (current) company. This after all, Was a much bigger place than where I was.

As I kept flipping the pages, Min and Jing were making awkwardly fumbling around in bed. Like the good girl Min was, she kicked the sheets away to expose their fingers on each other’s clit, furiously rubbing one off. On one side, was a girl I got comfortable with over two days, and on the other, was Jing who had this underdeveloped body of a thirteen year old.

Of course, I didn’t wait to join them in bed and let them suck me off, while I texted Chiang.

(WeChat to Chiang) ‘If I am allowed to bring both of them back, I will accept your offer. Get someone to prepare a new set of agreement that include both their names. I will sign the papers today.’

Unsure if he would take up my counter-counteroffer, Min then laid on the spot between my legs, wriggling herself downwards until she could slip my dick inside her. Jutting back and forth on my butt, I proceeded to make good of her pussy while Jing positioned herself on top of Min.

Going ‘helmet on’ for Jing, the doggystyle commenced in her unbelievably tight pussy, that sent me wailing to Min’s jealous eyes. The both of them went on their knees for me to ‘use’ every few minutes apart, until a text came into my phone.

For disrespecting her elder, Jing wasn’t allowed to have me inside her again, and I was ‘fucked’ in doggy by Min’s backward-thrusting ass.

(WeChat to me) ‘Fifteen minutes. Ying will bring it to you.’

Right. Next door. How convenient. I took that last few minutes to shag Min really badly (or good-ly) until I came into her mouth for her breakfast, except there was nothing – according to her. When Ying came into the room, Jing was sucking me with Min’s fingers inside her.

(Ying telling me) ‘This is the page.’

I held Jing’s head down for the duration I skimmed through the page, and signed at the corner once I saw the changes. She took the agreement back after removing the copy I didn’t sign on, and left with a grateful farewell.

Now back to the two girls, who were head over heels when they learnt that they were going with me. Jing just went berserk on her blowjob until I came again, into Min’s mouth she invited her for, to make up for the earlier impatience to please someone else’s ‘master’.

For the first two months they were there, we stayed in a serviced apartment and fucked one too many times than I could count. After we found a suitable office, the floor right above it became our new home, for the only man they had to please for the rest of their lives – or risk getting sent back to the life they could no longer, nor want, to return to.

Just imagine my return (to Singapore) with good news, and then the bad.

Man, fuck my life, for a good reason.

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It’s Just Business 2

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For day two, the three of us went to a building about thirty minutes away, and I was left in an office with instructions to prepare all the documents that needed to be signed. The big boy, boss of a multi-million company, Chiang, appeared and we quickly got acquainted, though I wasn’t sure if I was suppose to answer the question of ‘How was Min?’

Nonetheless, after an hour of bullshit over some tea, he signed on the papers without reading, telling me how much he trusted me to take care of everything. While I packed the file I spent so many sleepless nights drafting, he ordered something over the intercom, which I couldn’t make out in his thick accent.

Moments later, Min, and another girl who looked much younger (and smaller), came into the office in their winter coats. As soon as the blinds are drawn, they got naked quickly and went on their knees, to which Chiang responded by prying his smaller dick out.

(Chiang asking) ‘您要哪个？’
Translation: Which one do you want?

While Min was looking all worried, the other girl was looking so hopefully at me.

(I replied) ‘Min?’

She crawled over on her knees and began blowing my mind off. As for Jing, she went back to her boss who was waiting on the other end of the couch. Somehow, continuing the bullshit talk was a tad tedious, comparing to Chiang who could kept putting me down with my distraction/ appreciation for Min’s hard work.

A load from each of us summed up that business meeting of an unorthodox nature, leaving me weak in the knees on the way to a restaurant for dinner.

There, Min was back to herself, the girl filled with laughters and joy in every little thing we did. From dinner time, we roamed aimlessly to buy anything that I wanted to bring back, before we went back to the hotel for my last night.

During my shower, she left the room to meet Ying for a bit, and returned shortly after I was done. After we were all refreshed, she began turning a little touchy, reaching for her clit as soon as we were tucked into bed. There, she didn’t need a minute to disappear under the sheets to start slurping on my cock again, while getting herself off.

This display of sexual affection did a good job in turning me on really well, and the best thing was not requiring any effort from me. About twenty minutes later, she flung the duvet off the bed and climbed on top of me, grinding on my hips as she kept her fingers vibrating on her pussy.

Climaxing way sooner than usual, she was screaming hysterically once the first orgasm hit her, knocking the wind out of her as her body kept thrashing. Her hips couldn’t stop rocking no matter how high she looked, eyes rolling white for long periods.

I didn’t know what was happening to her and gently laid her down on the bed, to have her suddenly wrapped her legs around my waist.

(Min whispering) ‘救我…’
Translation: Save me..

I hammered my cock down vertically and it relieved her a little, seeing how her vision returned to my eyes. She just kept pulling me downwards and I did just that, jamming my hardness into her softness that was slurping with wetness. She was especially that night, and I couldn’t stop myself even when I was getting so close to my climax.

(I groaned) ‘来了！来了！
Translation: Cumming! Cumming!

With no choice, I forcefully yanked my dick out of her and let my cum dribbled into her mouth, right before she sucked me dry of any leftovers. Her feet became the ‘hands’ that guided me back to her groin, plugging her hole full of my cock despite it being soft.

A quick reach for her purse revealed a bottle, which I took a whiff of, and got me erected instantaneously. To have my cock grow in the most ideal environment to be in, she was smiling silly before I even moved.

We did a rollover and it was her show for the rest of that round, squatting and bouncing atop for all that was worth. There was no lack of excruciating scream of dirty words, inaudible name calling, in our respective main languages. For that period after smelling that thingy, I couldn’t find the urge to cum anymore.

She led me to the dresser next to the window and we did our next lap there, creaking that furniture so badly for any onlookers to watch through our open windows. Taking a long time fucking her in standing doggy in front of the mirror, the lasting effect suddenly wore off, and it was at that precise moment Min’s body gave up.

She dropped on her knees in front of the dresser, seamlessly spinning to avoid hitting her face, and aptly stopping at my dick. She saw my half-way face and let me face fuck her, though with a shrinking cock that was as sensitive.

In under five, that flaccid, disappointing rod spit whatever few squirts out and she licked it clean before fainting. The rest of the night was peaceful and tranquil, compared to the intense sex we lost ourselves in earlier.

By the time I woke up, it was due to the rhythmic knocking on the door.

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It’s Just Business

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Upon arrival in the cold capital of China, Beijing, I couldn’t miss the huge cardboard with my name on it, spinning like a helicopter in the hands of the Chinese girl wearing a winter coat. Immediately going up to her and giving her my name card, she called out to a man standing behind her.

(Girl said) ‘他来了!就是他.’
Translation: He’s here! That’s him.

The mafia-looking ‘boss’ came over and shook my hands, before asking that girl, and another equally young one, to carry my bags – if I had anymore than my hand carry. So leaving them without anything, they gathered by my side and walked out to the MPV for my ride to the hotel.

This trip was specially arranged by the China counterparts my company worked with, for the first outlet to be opened in the most populated state in P.R.C. In the car, I spoke to the two girls in English for as long as I wanted to ‘prank’ them, while the manager (that mafia guy I mentioned earlier?) humoured me by conversing with his fluent English.

Fifteen minutes into the journey, the ladies took off their coats in the barely warm car, giving me a peek at their braless cups, nipples poking against their coloured spaghetti crop tops. It was only then I saw the rest of the tattoos (upward of the thighs) on Min’s body, covered in beautiful, intricate and detailed artwork.

(Ying telling Min) ‘把上衣和裤裤脱了。’
Translation: Take off your top and panties.

From how Min took instructions from her manager and Ying, I could tell that she wasn’t highly educated, and possibly owed them some favours. As she removed those said pieces of clothing, Ying unzipped (me) and whipped my cock out, before handing Min a rubber band for her long hair.

Once a ponytail was tied, she went down on me with uncertainty, but did not hesitate once she heard my groans. Ying then climbed dangerously between the front seats and joined the manager, who was ‘kind’ enough to take his own dong out, to receive the road head she was probably trained to do.

At no part of the journey did the girls stop sucking, making me wonder about their job scopes in the company. I knew nothing about their workforce except for these two who were doing what they were doing.

(Manager saying) ‘Ying will be sleeping in the room next to yours, and Min will be with you for the next two days. Don’t be shy and enjoy yourself!’

I couldn’t believe how crazy things could get in China. They literally used everything they have access to, to impress their business partners. Honestly then, I had no idea what would I ask her to do for the next two days, since I had official work to do.

Another thirty minutes later, we arrived at the hotel and the manager brought me up to the room, leaving Ying and Min alone for a while. After finalising my itinerary with him, I had the rest of the day to recover from the jet lag, if any. About an hour passed when the girls entered my room with a spare card key, with some food I was so hungry for.

(Ying telling Min) ‘你继续吧。别忘了我对你说了什么。’
Translation: Continue (with what you were doing earlier). And don’t forget what I told you.

As if the first part of my trip wasn’t bizarre enough, Min arranged the pillows for me to lie against, brought the food to my side, and got started stripping my bottoms off – all under the watchful eyes of Ying. Once she saw her going down on me, did she leave the room to us.

I couldn’t concentrate on my food no matter how ‘fantastical’ it sounded to have a girl blowing me while I eat, so I stopped her a mere minute into the meal. Besides surprising her with my ability to speak Mandarin, she was just so frightened to stop sucking. Once that rule to ‘not do anything kinky when I eat’ was set, she knew that I wasn’t like any men she had came across – I had my focus on the important stuff.

But as soon as I was done eating, she was back to my side, stroking me off while I lit a cigarette. Frankly speaking, it was an amazing experience to have a girl riding me reverse-cowgirl as I puffed away, heightening the after-food-smoke with sex.

For the sake of convenience, I continued pumping her in doggystyle after I finished my stick, holding that skinny waist of hers in delight. As I rammed the life out of her from behind, that dragon tattoo on her back mesmerised me, as if charming me to fuck her even harder with more force.

After a tiring fifteen minutes, I came into her mouth as she requested and shifted my attention back to the work I needed to sort out for a meeting the next day. Min laid quietly on the bed next to where I was seated, casually stroking me till I was hard again.

Surely, that wasn’t her cue to ‘go for it again’ right? I wouldn’t get anything done if that was her ‘mission’.

An hour later, still with an ongoing hard on from Min’s tireless small hand, I got a shock when Ying came into the room with a tray of food for Min.

Sandwiches, oysters, crayfish, salmon, I had my fair share of supper served by Min’s mouth. All that aphrodisiac did not kick in until I finished my work in record time, thanks to that alternating mouth-hand-job from her.

We got started on the wine as an early celebration to my company’s successful partnership, and felt a hard on harder than any of those times we fucked. Unable to comprehend what was happening, I fought hard to resist the empowering urge and tipped her onto her back before I leaned beside her.

Determined to take my time with her, I worked on her nipples first, pinching and twisting them until she was wet enough for me to work my fingers on that small clit of hers. Sucking her boobs and rubbing her pussy incessantly, she turned into the little girl she was, submitting to my every flick and twitch of my fingertips.

Right then, she caught a hold of my dick and lost control of her motion when an orgasm hit her really hard, the first she ever received from her ‘clients’.

(Min whispering satisfied) ‘到你了。’
Translation: It’s your turn.

I rolled over her and slipped my raging erection into her pussy, overwhelming my own senses with the first ever consensual penetration of our encounter. The tension in her vagina was gone, and replaced with relaxed muscles that accommodated my dick easier than before.

In no time, I found myself engaging in the most passionate sex, thrusting my cock so deep and fast without the impending urge to cum. No matter how it happened, I couldn’t summon enough suspicion to counter that heavenly sexual pleasure bombarding my senses.

(In Min’s moaning voice) ‘他们… 在酒里… 放了东西。没害的… ‘
Translation: They put something in the wine. But it’s not harmful.

Well, what was I supposed to do? Stop right there and then?

I held the waist of that cute little thing, taking her on a wild ride that got her screaming really loudly for Ying to hear. When I finally could no longer move my hips, she took over and arched her lower back up and down, milking me to my helplessness.

There was just no way anyone could have missed that hour long episode of sex, completed with both our screaming voices, right next door.

We basically fucked our brains out twice, emptying as many times into her mouth until I was too tired to move anymore. We collapsed onto the bed and she snuggled into my arms like, well, my girlfriend. Apart from kissing me non-stop out of gratitude, she couldn’t stop emphasising on how special she felt that night.

With our minds and bodies completed wasted and satisfied, it was about an hour later when the drug was done with my boner. Right before we fall asleep, it was her time to tell me her story.

For a nineteen year old, who did not have money to further her education despite topping her cohort, working for a millionaire was her ‘break’ to a life of comfort. Unlike her previous ‘tasks’ to please her boss’ business associates with handjobs and blowjobs, I AM the first she was given the green light – to fuck.

Although she had already lost her virginity to her first boyfriend, she was never allowed had sex with anyone else, under the order of her boss. For them (past associates), they had other girls from elsewhere.

Unknown when, I drifted off to lalaland until she woke me up, sliding her lips down my cock and keeping me in there until I was warmed up. Then the next few minutes, she tirelessly sucked me off till I was up and eager to get my day going.

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Deep Addiction

‘Why are you here? Aren’t we done talking?’

To have his ex-girlfriend coming up to his office at such late hours, he couldn’t help but feel a little frustrated, at her insensitivity to the time, and also the venue.

(Stacey replied) ‘It’s not about that anymore.. I’m here for something else.’

‘What? Do I owe you anything?’

‘No.. But.. Can I feel you inside me again?’

‘WHAT? Say that again.’

‘I’d like you to.. Have sex with me.. ‘

(He answered sarcastically) ‘Of course!’

He continued fumbling his office bag for the keys but she was quicker to enter his workplace again, headed straight for the pantry where she had been during that one time he brought her there. Following behind her impatiently, he wasn’t allowed a lot of time to react when she unzipped the back of her grey, short dress, exposing the kinky set of laced, translucent set of lingerie he bought her a long time ago.

Seeing that sexy white bra and g-strings appear underneath that body-hugging outfit, he quietly took a seat at the circular dining table, while she did a striptease for him. Off came her dress, followed by the bra, and finally the small pair of panties that stuck onto her pussy for a moment as if it was damp.

For some reason, she was succumbing to a dark addiction she developed after knowing him sexually, something her body bothered her more than whatever love that was no longer there. It was, consuming her.

‘Sean?’

‘What? Keep going.’

She then leaned over the counter top next to the sink, and reached between her legs to masturbate for him, making dirty, purr-like noises as she vibrated her fingertips at her clit. As unbelievable as it was, Sean was partially dumbfounded, and turned on by what was unfolding before his eyes.

(He asked) ‘Are you seriously back for sex?’

(As she moaned) ‘Yes.. I can’t get that picture of your cock going inside me out of my head.. That is the only thing I can think of whenever.. Whenever Ben put his dick inside me. You have kept me awake on more nights than you can count.. And wet on more days than you know.’

‘So, you’d let me just fuck you and go.’

‘Yes. That’s the only thing I can ask from you anyway.. ‘

‘Good. Then come once for me.’

As soon as he finished speaking, two well-manicured fingers dug into her pussy and she thrusted them so fast and deep, gorging around for that spot she just couldn’t reach, before coming for him in under two minutes.

The force that clouded her mine, seemed to be relieved when he responded to her performance. Partly due to the love that no longer exists, she couldn’t stop the lust from displaying her most intimate part in full view of his fixated gaze. She knew she still had what it takes to get his attention.

Just as she was done, he got up and stripped his bottoms off, in certainty that there was no cameras or any sorts in the dining area of his office. Like old times, he put the first in into her especially wet hole and stayed motionless, while she touched herself faster and moaned more intensely for him.

‘Can you put it in? Please?’

In one stroke, he jammed his cock into that familiar, tight hole and pinned her back down, on the cold, unforgiving surface her nipples were in contact with. Each jerk of his hips brought her closer to orgasm, well understood by their 2-year long relationship filled with sex and intimacy no matter where they were.

As if reliving all his painful moments, an overpowering sense of rage took over his body as he pumped her faster, massaging all of his shaft with the vigour of her sexcited vagina, still getting wetter with each passing second. To be needed for his cock, he was glad that he was still in her mind, despite only being physical.

She had nothing but her body for him, although the ‘rest’ of her was already with someone else. It was just this one part, which couldn’t shake those erotic thoughts of him, off her no matter how many toys, or how much sex she had with Ben.

He was eager to hold those slim, tiny waist again, while fucking her in the vengeful mood he was in because of her. Her occasional cries of pain knocking against the counter went unheard, over the increasingly loud groans he was making for her pussy that was squeezing him tighter and tighter.

She was no longer concerned about what he saw her as, for her favourite, unforgettable dick was thrusting so wildly into her. That was all that mattered (or lacking) in her perception of a perfect relationship.

‘SEAN! I’M COMING AGAIN!’

‘URGH! YES YOU ARE!’

Ramming her as violently as he could, the tip of his cock brushed the G-spot that no one else, not even her, had found. Releasing that slut inside her, she began moaning crazily for no one but them to hear, and that got him even angrier for the hurt she had caused.

In one fell swoop, he caught both her thighs and lifted them onto the counter, positioning her in a split that she used to be so proud of. Like fucking a frog, he let go of his mental restraints and went all out on her, jabbing her pussy so rapidly with his pipe, until she was calling out the soreness.

‘Sean! Sean!!! You’re hurting me!’

‘And that is.. Exactly.. Arghh.. How much you hurt me!’

(He then whispered) ‘Shit.. ‘

The sudden disappearance of his cock told her enough and he seamlessly yanked her off the counter, dropping her onto the carpet in a pile but not without holding onto her fine blonde hair.

With her face right in front of his groin, his dick found its way into her mouth and down her throat, sliding up and down till she was gasping for air. In a minute’s time, he was done with that mixed emotion, pouring his cum down her throat as it came in waves, emptying his balls into her stomach that was churning so badly.

‘You like that huh? Bitch!’

‘Yeah.. *gasping* I do.. *gasping* I’m sorry Sean.. *panting* For leaving you.. ‘

Her weak knees delayed their exit for a while, and she was still naked under her dress when they left his office. Helping her downstairs to the carpark, she finally got some rest in the comfort of his car.

Unable to leave the one he loved in such a state, he drove her home and got an audio treat to her masturbating in his ride, all because of how roughly he handled her earlier. Besides giving him road head in the middle of the journey, she let him finish off a second time in her mouth – again.

Nothing would beat the sore feeling between her legs, especially not when it was done by his relentless, partially violent acts of ‘love’.

(She asked sheepishly) ‘Can we be friends with benefits?’

‘Even when you are attached?’

‘Yes.. ‘

And so, they have become.