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Hardly Working

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Work ended at 5.30pm in the office and the new part time administrative clerk was about to end her work as well. I took my time to organise my bag and took a long glance at her toned legs, and the rest of her body hidden behind a white blouse. It was translucent enough to catch her white bra underneath and she had just ended her first day at work. The jeans looked good on her due to her long legs and had a very humble look. That was the kind of girl I would love to have.

Me: ‘Angel, finishing soon?’
Angel: ‘Yupp.’
Me: ‘I’ll be driving back, to Paya Lebar area. You took your bus from there right? I saw you on my way to work.’
Angel: ‘Yeah. I can take a bus from there home too.’
Me: ‘Let me give you a lift. It’s along the way.’

Angel finally got her backpack and we made our way to my car, with her walking closely behind me. She got in after I turned on the air con and I went to the boot to take out a new box of tissue that had ran out. I hopped in the car as the engines growled and sat to wait for it to warm up. Well, there was not really a need to wait for it to warm, but it meant an extra few minutes with her and knowing about her.

Me: ‘So you’re attached?’
Angel: ‘Yupp. He’s working now.’

That’s why you would be so willing to hop into my car. I smiled and fastened my seatbelt, driving off towards the MRT and engaging in little talks that let me learnt more about her. When we reached the train station, I kept going at the maximum permitted speed and sped past the bus stop. I needed more time to break more of the ice down between her and I. It was a one shot attempt I knew she might give in to.

Angel: ‘Hey! That’s my stop!’
Me: ‘Oh shit! I forgot. Can I just send you home instead? Where do you live?’

She gave me her address and I punched into the GPS while driving. The journey was made less awkward with the music from the radio and we laughed at the prank calls they made on air. Soon, my car was in her carpark and she had to go. It was my time too, to work my magic.

I unbuckled my seatbelt and placed my hand on her thigh, and she was as alert as hell. She swept my hand away but I wasn’t done, not even close. I grabbed her arm and pulled her to me, while I placed my other freed hand with the tiny silver vibrator on her crouch and she kept up with the fierce fight.

Me: ‘Your boyfriend is busy, why don’t I keep you entertained for now?’

I pressed her head onto my shoulder and felt her teeth on my blade. Given the thick amount of muscles I had, it did not even cause me to blink twice. I liked her ferocity. It was how a normal girl would fight, with power and unwillingness. The strength and faithfulness to her boyfriend was what turned me on the most, and it was admiration that made me wanted her.

The vibrator somehow worked and the fight slowly went away. I could feel her chest raising quicker and her breaths warmer too. I unzipped her jeans with one hand and pushed the vibrator into her pants. Her panties felt extra smooth and I pressed onto her groin where the vibrator was after it slipped down a little, which was right on the spot! Her bite on my shoulder got stronger but my hand is now free. I moved to her waist and slowly slid up under her shirt, and reached her soft bra with a piece of thin silky patch of cloth over it. I reached for her back and unhooked her bra in one swift squeeze.

Her breast were cupped nicely in my hand and I massaged it using the whole of my palm, making her moan a little louder. I could hear the unwillingness and guilt in her, she just kept turning me on with every tiny move of resistance. From her shoulders, I pulled the bra strap out and her arms actually allowed me to do what I wanted and the bra came off quickly, all the while her forehead was still on my shoulder.

I turned her shoulder towards the backseat and she knew what I was getting at, climbing into the backseat in the dark environment. I got in from the side door and her head was just against the seat, eyes closed and waiting. I held her waist and brought her close to me, about to plant my lips on her when her head just pasted itself on my shoulder.

That’s right. Who was I kidding? I was just a horny guy. I undid her jeans proper this time and she held my hand when I was about to pull it lower. Alright. So, no access to her pants. I leaned my body over her and I was almost on top of her, but I did not put my weight over her.

My hand slid down from under her breast with the erected nipples and went between her thighs, where the bullet was still buzzing loudly. I held onto it and pushed really hard against her crouch, getting a respond from her when she grind her hips against my hand. Something was about to come – or cum.

A few motionless minutes later, her body trembled and her hips were raised so closely to my palm that was covering her groin. She just snapped out of the daze and took the bullet out of her pants in a hurry. She threw it on the seat in front of me before fumbling out of the car and grabbed her bag from the front seat. She almost gave me a shock when she tumbled onto the curb while making the getaway but she disappeared well and fast.

Left alone in the car, I took my hand that felt moist with her wetness and took a whiff of her sexy scent. Perhaps tomorrow?

Me (SMS): ‘Can I pick you up tomorrow?’
Angel (SMS): ‘Okay.’
Me (SMS): ‘7am.’

That was about too early for work, if not for the plans I had.

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Publicity.

Joanna left her house in a Tokidoki designed shirt and a plain black cotton skirt to meet her friends for lunch and movie before meeting her boyfriend later in the day. She told her boyfriend, Tim, about the plans and he asked her to go panty-less, for the first time in her life. After she pulled her skirt up to her hips, she felt how naked she was underneath, but she did not had to worry about revealing her panty line in the tight skirt.

Her friends did not notice her going commando, instead, the MRT trip to town had flashed her bare pussy to the passengers sitting opposite her while she placed her iPad on her lap to play some games. The male passengers directly across her kept glancing at her fair nether regions, and had to manage their helpless hard ons. The lunch was a hasty one and the group consisting of her male and female colleagues proceeded to the cinema.

Sitting beside the row of guys, one of her colleagues, Terry, accidentally brushed across her hips when he put his silenced phone in his pocket. He knew she wasn’t wearing anything under, as his observation started as he noticed there was no visible panty outline under her skirt. The theatre darkened and the show started. Joanna had her handbag over her lap since she knew the place would get too cold for her, on top of that, the nakedness had been bothering her too.

Terry’s hand reached to the top of her bag and the stare from her did not stop him. He flashed his iPod touch’s screen at her, showing a note ‘I know you are not wearing anything’. She frowned and pushed his hand to the side of her hips, filling up with worry about what he was going to do. He glided his palm up her skirt and slid down her cold thighs, pushing his fingers through her parallel legs.

Immediately, his pinky felt her warm pussy that had little soft pubic hair and he used his pinky to navigate between her pussy lips, finally stopping at her soft flesh. He wriggled his finger and her legs shut even more closely together. He did not stop despite the lack of space and as minutes passed, her knees widened and he could place his index and middle fingers on her clit. He massaged her sensitive spot in circles and then pushed his hand lower, diving into her moist vagina and fingering her as subtly as possible.

Instinctively, her hand went to his zip and he took his bag from under the seat, covering his lap and her hand from any nosey eyes. The zip ticked agonisingly slowly to reduce the sound and she took a while to dig into the small opening and his underwear before she pulled his dick out of his pants. There was no way it could be done without some force, but Terry could manage the pain of his dick against the metal zipper.

She stroked him as fast as she could, without too big a movement, and their minds were off the movie some time ago. She felt the climax building up very slowly, but it would come. Terry had never felt such an intense and exciting handjob before. He too could felt his dick getting longer and wider with the dizziness from the lack of blood in his brain. The urge to cum was coming much slower to him, and he knew he might not even cum when the movie ended.

Joanna was indulging in the pleasures from his fingers that she did not even remember that she had a boyfriend, she was just looking forward to the orgasm that took so long to come. Their movements were pretty much fixed but she had angled her hand in a more comfortable and effective direction. Her palm was on the bottom his dick, fingers going under his top part of his shaft. Imagine your usual masturbation grip, and turn your arm in the other direction (e.g. right handed, reach over to your left side and hold your dick, fingers should be facing the left side).

Terry had never tried that before and it felt better than how his girlfriend did it for him. Their movements remained small and undetected, until she held his hand under her bag. She opened her legs wider and he channelled his energy into his fingers, thrusting quickly until she clamped her legs tight and the juices shot into his palm. Her head dropped onto his biceps on her side and she slowly pulled his hand out of her pussy.

He was done with his job and all that was left was just laying back and enjoy her finishing move. Her hand resumed the speed after she cummed and it went swifter than before. His balls were loading the huge load of sperms and the countdown was ticking. Joanna reached singlehandedly into her bag and took out her handkerchief, slipping it under his bag for him. Her hand kept up with the handjob and in no time, his hand rested over her hand and held her still as his dick twitched and squeezed the cum out of his tube.

It spat onto her handkerchief with accuracy and she wrapped the piece of cum soaked cloth over his dick, before giving him an after-service, sending his mind into a state of blank as the wet cloth proved more slippery over his dick, that was already sensitive from the ejaculation. She continued for a while before leaving his lap and returning to her area.

Terry had more trouble cleaning himself up and putting his dick back into his underwear, but the show still had about 30 minutes to it, allowing him some time to shrivel before he tucked it back. The two of them held each others’ stained hand and finished the movie tired and lost from the distracting intimate contact. The group dispersed after the show and she went on to meet her boyfriend at his place.

Needless to say, Tim made sure she experience her first outdoor tryst, bringing her exhibitionist nature out of her inner devil and followed by the whole night of mindless sex.

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In Her Sleep

Jossie and I were in the library studying for our last paper for our poly exams. I was extremely bad in programming but she, on the other hand, was born for it. We spent the whole morning since the library opened and she merely accompanied me cause I asked. If not, she would have been sleeping at home, fully prepared for the paper. My deadline was tomorrow, 8am, and I wasn’t going to take any chances.

Shortly after we started, she rested on her arms after making some space on the messy table to continue her sleep while I kept typing away on my laptop to make a simple program from scratch. I planned to work with the first ever assignment given, to the harder ones at the end. Stacks of guilty wasteful papers with codes were printed, thankful for the free printing credit the school gave.

A short while later, she snored and I nudged her, worried that librarians would hear it and stop her from sleeping. She raised her heavy head and went back to sleep, after making sure she did not drool on the table. I was so distracted with not failing. Right then, her body moved and murmurs were heard. Our table was all the way into the library in one corner and there was no one else around at that time. I figured no one would bother even if she was louder.

Her legs were folded on the chair, and I had all the liberty to admire her body. She wore a pair loose sports shorts that was slightly higher grade than FBTs, with a drawstring at the navel. It was some kind of soft cotton pants. With her body slouching forward, I could look from the side at her red underwear that peeked out, presumingly to me too. Her body started moving frequently and hot breaths and the sounds she made had changed to a soft and sensual one. One of her hand removed itself from under her forehead and she placed it on her groin, blocking the view of her panties from me.

Had she found out? I worked on my program and took long glances at her whenever she moaned. The hand on her shorts was kneading her pussy and she was losing herself in slumber. A good hour of weird movements later, she raised her head slowly and looked out of the window, using the hand on her shorts earlier to check the area around her mouth and she finally turned her flushed face to me.

Me: ‘Jossie, are you alright? Your face is red.’

She did unfold her legs but later crossed it after trying to adjust her shorts and took out her pocket mirror to check her hair.

Me: ‘You were sort of making weird noises in your sleep. Like you’re moaning. Did you have a wet dream?’

She kept the mirror and pulled her laptop to get onto Facebook without looking or replying me. A few glances on my screen and she knew I was screwed for being stuck with the program from the beginning of the semester. I watched in horror as my laptop was dragged to the area of the table between her and I, and the sounds of my keyboard being whacked hard and fast made it worse.

Jossie: ‘I had a dream earlier.’
Me: ‘Okay. Nice dream? Of me passing the paper?’

Whatever sounds she made could just be a coincident, since I was no dream master. I wouldn’t know what came into her. I crossed my legs and turned towards her, watching her correct my mistakes while lazily leaning her head against the wall with a bored look. I placed my hand on her knee and just had to ask.

Me: ‘What did you dream of?’

She took some time to reply, but it was an honour to hear what she said. It made me smile, and pushed me towards crazy.

Jossie: ‘You.. We.. made out.’

My palm shifted down her thigh and journeyed towards her pussy without a hiccup. She did not resist either. Once I arrived at the opening, I lifted the soft material upwards with my index finger and continued into her shorts. The moment I touched the wet panties, I understood her dream. It was more than making out with our lips. But I did not know how much further we went.

I reversed my advances, and dug into her panties this time, before she grabbed my arm. Did she see someone? We were sitting at the corner, facing the shelves of books and empty tables before us. I was so caught up with watching her expression that I forgot to keep a look out. She pulled the other hand away from my keyboard and took her laptop pouch to cover her legs. Her hands returned to my laptop and I heaved a sigh of relief.

Her fleshy wet folds was so soft to the touch, smooth without much of a prick.

Me: ‘You just shaved?’
Jossie: ‘Every morning.’

Okay. So she wasn’t ready for this. But she is now. I teased her clit by moving my fingers in circles, around her complex flaps of labia, only focusing on the clit after I did my orientation tour. Her body arched twice at my probing and her feet dropped to the ground. Her legs were spread behind the laptop cover and my hand behind was pretty obvious, to anyone if there was even anyone around. I poked my finger into her love hole and slowly inched deeper with every thrust. Like a typist, only my middle finger moved at her sensitive entrance.

One of her hand reached over the cover and pushed my finger even deeper, hinting to me to start what I had intended to. My hand reached further into her panties and I began thrusting the full length of my middle finger into her. She typed faster with the extra motivation and pushed my laptop back to my area, before placing her head on the table again, to look like she was sleeping. I did not hear her moaning nor making any noises, but her pussy was really drooling with excitement.

Her fingers clenched into a fist and she turned her head sideways to look at me, frowning real hard before she closed her eyes for the shiver I felt in my hand. One of her hand had returned to the laptop pouch and she pushed against the back of my hand that had its finger inside her to stop moving while she orgasmed with a small jerk of extra liquid flowing out of her pussy. Only after she stopped the shudder, she relaxed her pressure on the laptop pouch and I paused for a while longer.

Being a cheeky guy, I quickly rammed another finger that was wet with her juices into the same hole and she gasped. This time, I made sure to use the muscles in my forearm to ram into her unexpecting pussy and she responded by using both her hands to stop me while raising both her feet to the edge of the chair and clamping my fingers in her.

Me: ‘Okok, I get it. Let me go.’

She opened slightly and I removed my hand from her shorts, taking the laptop pouch to the table. She took a wet tissue from her bag and wiped the area around her thighs, that had a trail of juices while I exited her privates. Returning to her laptop, she surfed Facebook for a while before she handed another piece of wet wipes to me.

Jossie: ‘Wipe yours clean.’
Me: ‘Wipe what clean? .. Oh!’

I double checked for any passing people before reaching into my loose basketball shorts, to wipe my tiny stub clean. Although it was tiny then, the thoughts of why she asked me to do it turned it into a light sabre and lengthened itself for the battle. She placed the laptop cover on my lap after I was done putting the wipe on the table. Jossie then took the wipe and stuffed it into her panties, before whispering into my ear.

Jossie (whispering): ‘Wipe me clean too.’

She reached into my shorts stroke it slowly while I reach for her waistband, from where the drawstrings were. I untied it and slipped all the way down to the wipes and I pushed it out from the sides of her panties.

Me (whispering): ‘I’ll empty the wetness into your panties first.’

She gave a slow smile and continued jerking me while I fingered her. Our guts were so sure no one was looking that I was slapping my palm around her pussy while my fingers darted in and out of her. She pulled my waistband down to look at it, then at the area in front of us, and let her head reach for my dick. Sucking it hard and then going up and down at her own pace, which was considered to be dangerously fast. She was basically mouth fucking me! In the open!

I couldn’t fight my urge to hold her head and my free hand dug into her scalp, forcing her lower down my shaft. It did not take long before our sanity returned and she gave a final slow exit to end the blowjob. Her hand took over the job and she went hyper speed, driving my body into twitches and sent my dick throbbing with redness.

My arm did not just let her manipulate me, I forced the extra speed through my arm and finger fucked her as deep as I could, getting an orgasm in return for my effort. She jerked my hand out of her panties and put it into my shorts as well, exposing my dick in the open. My shorts was so low I would have problems pulling it back if anyone did appeared.

Me: ‘I’m cumming!’

Her two hands interlocked and kept going without slowing down. Finally, I felt death and I grabbed her head, pulling it down to my groin. There was resistance at first, but it was probably the shock that delayed her. Her mouth went over my dick and her hands broke free, she bobbed her head a few times with a tight sucking sensation coupled with her agile tongue warming the base of my shaft.

I pressed her head down as I jerked my body out of control, erupting into her sweet looking mouth, filling it with so much cum she had to tap on my thighs. It did not have that many shots as I would expect but I felt truly empty. She sealed her lips around my dick and let it slid out of her mouth, cleaned and drained of anymore goodness.

She turned her face towards me and grabbed the back of my head around the neck area, turning it towards her. Our eyes were locked in each others’ gaze. She let her lips opened slightly to push the mouthful of cum for a display and then taking it back, before swallowing it in a brave gulp. She swallowed a few more times before planting her lips onto mine, forcing her tongue into my mouth and we french-kissed without holding back for a minute or so.

At the end of the day, there’s work needed to be done and she had somehow found the energy to stay awake and taught me whatever shortcuts she thought up herself. We only stopped for lunch and toilet breaks throughout the day and finally we parted ways at dinner time.

The memories were sure to be imprinted on my brain, but the soaked red G-string that I found in my laptop bag was the key to remembering our wild attempt for a lifetime. We no longer meet up after poly, but we still had each others’ numbers and would get together when we needed it. It wasn’t a meet up to me, it was more of.. Connecting People.

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As I stood in line to get my lunch along the quiet streets of Geylang, a couple was hugging intimately in front of me. Well, a guy’s urge can come anytime right? I didn’t pay much attention to what they were doing but couldn’t keep my eyes away from the tight tube floral dress she was wearing. The small portion of that flowery tattoo, partly hidden by her blond highlighted hair. How much I wanted to see the rest of the ink work.

The queue shortened by one customer and they took a step forward, one that the girl failed to make. Her knees gave way and she collapsed onto the rough concrete ground, half-rescued by the guy who tried to catch her. The rest of the customers stared at the commotion as the girl tried to pick herself up to no avail.

The guy then let her sit on the floor and reached for the bunch of keys dangling from the belt, clicking on a car key. After which, the girl managed to stand on her feet as though the flow of electricity had stopped tormenting her. Of course, I had recognised the remote control, it was tethered to a wireless toy.

She stood back in line with her hair shifted to the front, covering her embarrassed situation. They murmured in mandarin and placed their orders soon. Acting a little blur, I did not move forward but pretended to click on my phone, taking the opportunity to admire her legs.

Well, the shimmer of a wet trail down to her heels had completed the story in my head. They disappeared into a car parked illegally by the exit to the one way street and went on to arrange the messy interior.

Just as I thought that was the last of them, I happened to bump into their car on the shortcut path to the restaurant. The car was motionless, but both the seats in front had their backrests lowered. A pair of legs with heels rested on the dashboard, jerking in small movements. I intentionally walked closer and saw the two of them masturbating each other. The guy’s hand between her legs under the disgruntled dress and her hand stroking his dick sticking out of the zippers.

What a sight to catch under bright daylight! It’s Geylang after all. I guess I haven’t saw those who fucked in the bushes yet. Lucky or not? I shall let you guys decide.

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Black Vib

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The previous week had been a hectic one for Nicole with her rushing orders from her blogshop, selling handmade charms. Although she had met up with someone new for her out-of-her-norm masturbating dare, she had not contacted him for the past couple of days and neither did he, in respect for her.

With the slight laxation of cash, she went onto her favourite online sex toys store and browsed through the pages of products, reading for the umpteen times of the description on one of the toys she had wanted to buy for a long time. It was a long black vibrator, that would double as a vibrator, as well as a thinner dildo whenever she needed to fill her lust with something deep. The checkout process was a usual quick one, and being a local online store, her item arrived via registered mail in just two days and she unwrapped it immediately to give it a rinse.

Since it was just around noon when it was delivered, she spent some time having lunch with her parents, before going back to her room to change to a simple outfit so she could masturbate out of her home in peace. It was a decision made in a way she could moan as loud as she wanted and be gone for a longer duration as well.

Flipping through her closet, she found a casual mini dress that was a lighter at the hems, and it ended at her mid thighs. Conscious of how bare her legs looked, she rolled a pair of stockings up her legs that was slightly translucent and it reached nicely just at her upper thighs. Tucking the new toy into the edges of the stockings, she carried only her cellphone and left the house for another block, where she knew it would be a perfect spot to give the vibrator a try.

Along the way, the few construction workers at the lifts stared at her while she walked past, seeming to notice the lack of panties and bra, which she had wore a tube bra instead of ones with straps across her shoulders.

Once she found the ideal steps she could hide herself from the upper and lower floors, the toy was taken out and given a quick coat of saliva. Her panty-less pussy appeared with her spreading legs and it started out by giving her clit a tease. She held the end of the stick and kept the tip moving around her clit, while the vibration was turning her on and juices were released from her pussy.

Slowly, she moved the tip from her clit, down her pussy lips and pushed a little into the entrance. It was not as width nor rough like Chris’ fingers, but the length of it was incomparable. The urge to begin moving the toy inwards had taken over her hand and bit by bit, the toy disappeared into her pussy, giving her a jolt as it stroked past her G-spot and hitting the end of her meat tunnel. Just like how she fingered herself, the toy was slippery enough by then and the thrusting continued.

Nicole leaned against the steps as she kept one of her hands shoving the toy in and out between her legs. Moaning like a cat’s purr, her other hand rubbed her on her clit and the first orgasm came without much effort. The tip worked like a wand and sent a series of extended trembles across her body as she continued her tease on her clit while pushing the toy deeper. Although the toy was no longer moving, her clit was prolonging the climax and the usual intense orgasm just exploded her mind.

Contented with how good her purchase was, it had given her its virgin orgasm and she was even more desperate to get more out of it. As she took a break to recover from the exhaustive shivers, her hand went under her dress and reached into her bra, giving those nipples a roll between her fingers. As soon as her energy returned, the toy was held again and went on to thrust into her, directed at different angles that felt better than in just one direction.

The hour went by with her continuous masturbation and slowly, she was even more tempted to try out at a more exposed location. She took the toy and adjusted her dress, before moving to the flight of stairs that residents might actually use. For those who live in a HDB flat, you would be able to see the steps while you waited for the lift, and there was where she sat at. Discreetly, she faced the opening of the wall facing the opposite block and placed the toy back in, resuming her masturbation that was in a risky area.

The orgasms were even easier to achieve with the thrill and constant self-scare that footsteps and door opening that made her look around but not stop moving the toy. Nicole’s mind were making progress to being more open and adventurous, allowing her natural emotions to assist in reaching climaxes.

With her draining energy level, the speed of the toy was slowing down, and the subtle convulsions were lasting longer as well, from the sensitivity of her swollen clit. Having one last orgasm from her last burst of energy, she lost control of her breathing and felt an even better sensation with the lack of air but non-stop fucking of the toy.

She could not continue on anymore and placed the toy back into her stocking, before sitting where she was for a while to rest and catch her breath. A sense of content had her smiling and it did make her felt a little more confident. Finally, she gathered her strength and went home, where she fell into deep sleep after stripping down to her tube bra and stockings.

I guess she would never discover her dad walking into her room while she was in that attire, neither would he tell her. She was after all his daughter that was growing up to be a fine woman. How would you react if you saw her in that tube bra and stockings? Perhaps an uncontrollable urge to just have her on the spot?

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