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Public Works

Somehow, I could sense an intense, different vibe in the air despite our ‘distance’, in terms of our colleague-friends relationship. For the past few months that we have worked together, we had a generally-easy time together. I didn’t know why would my heart be racing so wildly while seated ordinarily next to her, as if something was about to happen. Although I could ‘blame’ it on the seclusion of our location, or my over-imaginative mind, it didn’t help that she was stealing shady glances at me.

Out of the blue, she leaned over to my side and caught my anxious hand, holding it in a supposedly-reassuring way. Not long after that awkward skin-on-skin contact, she cosied up to me and placed her head onto my shoulder, and artlessly slipped her arm under mine.

Up till then, we had not exchanged a single word yet, and I learnt that none was really needed once she put a hand over my groin. Keeping myself as composed as I could, I was in fact trying to slow the hyper-ventilation brought upon by her sudden, unexpected advances. I was about to lose my mind when she tucked that same hand under my untucked shirt, unclasped my belt, jeans-button, and wriggled into my tights.

Given how ‘dire’ and ‘fast’ we were moving, I was somewhat relieved when she did nothing else in there except to hold my throbbing, erecting weiner in a loose grip. In return to her assertive ‘moves’, I sat my arm into her chest, and made sure my hand was in the area of her groin. Without any signs of resistance, it was my turn to ruffle her ‘feathers’ and made my trip into her panties as unobtrusive as possible, until my hand was warmly-cupped over her pussy.

As far as workplace-relationships matter, it was obvious that we would never be the same after this, or perhaps, ‘this’ was already ticking in our systems long before we got this close. In any case, we ‘officially’ broke our walls the moment our hands began moving, in our short, eager strokes, or deep, immersive jerks. Like a firecracker, our mental barriers were systematically ripped apart as our breaths hastened, until I was as hard as she was wet.

At that point, and place, there was little (more) we could do but she, apparently, had other ideas. In a nonchalant manner, she got up, hiked her skirt above her bum, and opened my legs to stand between them. I did my only job, that was to pry that fly hole wide, and held my cock upright for her.

In an instant, she had sat over my dick and was wearing my arms as a belt, while we took our time to do a casual scan of our surroundings for any peeping toms. Once clear, she engaged in a very-restrained tempo, sliding her ass so ever gently and patiently to maneuver my cock inside her.

For the few, brief occasions I could freely thrust my hips at her pussy, we wholeheartedly indulged in as much as our precarious state allowed us to. As for most of our public tryst, she did most of the work and managed to come twice with some aid from her fingers.

Once we had enough of our risky endeavour, we returned to our original place and she resumed her handjob, under the cover of her pullover that hid what skin her suggestive bratop tried to show off. About five minutes in, I voiced my immenient orgasm and let her evacuated her cardigan, though I didn’t foresee her brazen decision to replace her hand with her mouth.

Faced with the warmest and wetter adversary, I caved within the next few seconds and spritzed my entire load in the most violently-soulful, thoroughly-cleansing fasion. In the blink of an eye, I was drained and void of any pressure, though I suspected the presence of a negative-pressure in my loin.

Without much mess to clean, we got dressed and remained in that bench for some time, before she accepted my offer to send her home. In the taxi, our hands were all over each other again and we united once again at a stairwell, letting our darkest desires take their turns to inflict unspeakable agony, in the glorious spite we have accumulated, but held back from each other.

From shoving, slapping, pinching, to choking, scratching, biting, we even exchanged spits and punches during the course of our rough public sex. After we had gotten our fair share of insanely-intense orgasms, we were just panting and sniggering, in smiles at the deplorable things we had just experienced.

At the end of the night, we found ourselves texting incessantly, trading photos of our bruises that only surfaced much later. It was then we agreed, that we should avoid ‘visible’ areas the next time, so we wouldn’t invite any unwanted attention.

Point is, ‘the next time’.

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Sex-ful Marriage

(Ryan chuckling) ‘Hey hey hey.. what are you doing?’

(Aisha replied grinning) ‘Pleasing my husband?’

Reluctant to stop her craziness, he let her peel his shorts down and watched in disbelief as she just leaned over his lap to give him a blowjob – on the bench in a public park.

Dark as it may be, it was the first time he ever saw this kind of ‘enthusiasm’ from her, the Muslim girl he braved all odds to marry. Drifting in and out of sexual consciousness, Ryan was mostly enjoying her skilful tongue while doing his best to keep a lookout.

Although it only lasted five or so minutes, it felt longer for him, who was trapped between excitement and sheer terror. After seeing her wipe her mouth so satisfyingly, he proceeded to wear his pants back, except she wasn’t done with him.

Taking a second glance at their surroundings, Aisha waited for some night-joggers to pass before she hiked her maxi-skirt up, just high enough to reveal the set of soft, perky ass for her husband to grab.

Wasting not a minute more, she straddled onto his lap and tucked his cock right where it belonged, in her mysteriously, overwhelmingly wet pussy, shaved to absolute smoothness for the first time.

(Ryan gasped) ‘You.. you shaved?’

(Aisha shyly replied) ‘uh huh.. you like it?’

The slow, rhythmic bouncing of her ass on his cock soon moved him into the phase of soundless-screams, partly caused by how little sex they had before marriage. As her parents were considered ‘ultra-conservative’, the young couple could only use the other ‘few’ options, which also explains how she got so good with her mouth.

Now, with no strings on them, or her, in particular, she let herself go and began increasing her speed, along with the force she sat on his cock. Engulfed in a fiery-hot pocket of soft flesh, Ryan was literally gasping for air and mercy as she further stimulated her clit.

(Ryan panting) ‘I.. I can’t hold it in anymore!’

Immediately, Aisha jumped onto her feet and went straight onto her knees, taking his engorged loin into her mouth to execute the head-bob-hand-twist-job, his Achilles’ heel for a soul-cleansing orgasm.

No more than two minutes later, he was convulsing as his cock erupted hot lava, direct into his wife’s mouth that was slurping a little too loud for comfort. Half-bobbing, half-stroking, she only ended the assault the moment he went limp, in all his limbs including his third leg.

It was only then, could Aisha sit in peace, knowing that her husband was too drained to think of something else, if anything at all.

Back home, she began the life of a faithful hot wife, wearing only too little at home to keep his eyes, mind and cock focused. And when they are out, only he would know if she wore any lingerie that day, but could still ‘summon’ her at any time, at certain places, for outdoor quickies.

In short, she is like a tamed tigress, only going wild when she is allowed to. Else he won’t have any strength to even leave his house. She is all his anyway.

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Public Grounds

Without turning her head towards me, Maeve stuck an arm out and tucked it under my shirt, to no one’s eyes at a brightly-lit void deck as it was the wee hours. Keeping her head up for passerbys, she pulled the elastic waistband of my shorts down and exposed my manhood, made ‘accessible’ by my preference to leverage on the built-in netting instead of wearing an underwear.

She then seamlessly wrapped her fingers around my cock and held it for a while, before stroking it rhythmically. Occasionally, she would take a peek at it, then hold her gaze at me as she bent her thumb knuckle over my pee hole, to wriggle her fingernail into it.

Knowing full well that it would drive me crazy, I could only take quick glances at her, while I tried to keep a ‘good’ lookout for us. It was almost a routine, for her to repeat that mind-blowing tease at my sensitive tip until pre-cum was oozing.

‘Oops’, she whispered before bending her back down quickly, for my cock to take it as deep as she could before sucking up the nectar. Then, it was a handjob again, fingernail-tease again, to get me irresistibly hard.

Once I could no longer get any bigger, or thicker, or redder, she stood up from her seat and shifted herself between my legs. The black skirt she wore that night, was of the least hindrance as her black, low-cut top proved long enough to still cover her bum.

With her feet, and knees together, she gave her fingers a little lick before bringing that hand down, to somewhere I couldn’t exactly tell. The next thing I felt, was her hand around my shaft, holding me upright as her plump, juiced-up pussy split around my girth.

In two, or three ‘hops’, she had successfully taken me balls-deep into her hot, sloppy-wet vagina. Gyrating her hips on my lap, my dick was getting spun in every direction, and spat out occasionally for another deep, enpowering jab to remind us of our craziness.

After ‘torturing’ me for a short period, she crossed her arms, placed it on the table so narrowly close to us, and started bouncing. The amount of pleasure she felt, was only limited to how fast she could freely move, between the table and us.

It wasn’t long, before her reducing speed told me of her tiredness, thus my turn, to put in some effort. Picking myself up onto my feet, I repositioned us slightly to the left, away from any seats, but mainly so I could straightened my back for maximum velocity.

Aware that we might be more prominent at this height, I wasted no time in swinging my hips back and forth, ramming my cock into her pussy like the man she had awakened. Helpless against my violent, forceful, and admittedly-uncaring thrusts, Maeve suppressed her uncontrollable-moans by screaming into her bent-elbows, whilst being jerked non-stop on the glossy table.

As she began taking deep, rapid breaths, I sensed more ‘difficulty’ pushing through her ‘gate’, especially on the inside where I was being coaxed at every level into the ever-natural desire of inseminating a willing female. The momentary lack of words between us, intentional or not, seemed so liberating, unrestrictive, and uninhibitive, like I was allowed to do the right thing, or.. really just anything, I wanted.

Shortly after she launched into a tremble, I was faced with the familiar, yet always-confusing, situation. I would, if I could, fill her up with my cum at every chance I had, but ‘it wasn’t time’. Despite that, I knew I was still allowed, and probably very welcome, to pump her full of nutrients.

‘Maeve’, a single word exited my lips as I gracefully pulled my cock out of her, slumped back down onto the seat in confidence of my expected-but-unpreferred choice (of not cumming inside her), and helped her back onto her chair. Likewise, she didn’t waste a second to contemplate or be disappointed, and replaced her mouth over my cock.

As soon as she grabbed hold of the bottom of my shaft, I knew I could ‘bounce’ her head as fast, and possibly as hard, as I needed. Needless to say, it was an ab-aching explosion, followed by multiple small ones she (un)helpfully sucked to get everything out.

In time, I was emptied, and she was filled. But none of us could have expected, that doing ‘it’ in public, somehow kept my mind fantasising about how else I, or we, would do it. For safety, we switched locations to a stairwell, where I could plough her to another glorious serving down her throat.

Just as we were catching our breaths after a tidy-up, a WhatsApp message showed up on my phone, ‘Hey. Do you guys need a ride anywhere?’ It came from a special, private chauffeur, whom we paid in his ‘currency’ of ‘sexual favours’, once for sending us to my place.

The only question I had for Maeve, was ‘how?’, and to that, she responded appropriately by bringing my hand to her pussy. ‘Ok. 570***’, I replied his text and he arrived shortly after at that stated block. Like before, Maeve climbed into the front passenger seat and massaged her sore pussy for the entire trip, to the only carpark at Lower Pierce Reservoir.

This time however, unlike before, Maeve took charge and laid the chauffeur down in the backseat, with his legs out of an opened door. As for me, I was hustled out of the vehicle, and made to stand at where his legs were dangling.

How else, if not wetter, would Maeve be after aligning the studs, just so she could lower her overflowing slit down the chauffeur’s cock, in reverse-cowgirl. My part, literally, would be in her mouth for the varying durations she could manage, to suck while riding a stranger’s dick for all his worth.

To end the night off, Maeve kept her hand on the chauffeur’s expended, semi-hard erection for the journey home while I rubbed her clit, with the arm I stuck between the front seats.

There was nothing I had to worry about, since there was nothing, if not ‘fear’, the chauffeur was left with as he sent Maeve home next.

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Lucky Encounter

(Fir exclaimed) ‘This is really nice.’

(Shan replied) ‘I know right. I always take a break here before heading back.’

Standing among some trees, Firdaus sighed a breath of relief, though he was mostly just glad that the trust he placed in a stranger did not go awry when she suggested going off-trail, to her ‘secret hideout’.

The two had met on Tinder on that same night, where she appeared too enthusiastic about joining him for a jog at the reservoir near them, despite the prohibitions past 7pm.

As he stood in awe of the scenic view, she went behind him and slipped her arms around his waist, seamlessly reaching into the pair of sweat-drenched shorts he was in. Although he was shocked by her actions, he couldn’t bring himself to stop her and soon began moaning in rhythm.

Within minutes, as she continued pumping his full-on erection, she was breathing harder and deeper into his neck. The next thing he knew, she had lowered his shorts to his knees, and was swirling her tongue around the tip of his cock, while he had an unobstructed view of the sea.

A stroke at a time, her lips descended on his shaft until he was warm throughout, groaning to the comforting warmth surrounding his penis. Slowly increasing her speed, his hips also started thrusting at her mouth, turning the blowjob into a mouth-fuck to which she was completely compliant to.

‘Mmm~’

Giving his pee hole one last lick, she got on her feet and placed her petite body against his chest, bringing one of his arms around to her groin. As soon as she pulled her shorts open for him, his hand dove straight in and went for her pussy, moist beyond believe.

Without saying a word, she pulled her shorts down to her thighs, stuck her ass out, and held his dick from between her thigh gap. In an instant, the head of his cock found her warm, wet hole and wasted no time in splitting her vaginal walls apart.

For balance, he held onto her arms as he rammed his stiff muscle into the soft entrance of her pussy, emitting juicy, dirty sex sounds as their minds went blank. Chilled by the soothing seabreeze, their bodies succumbed to the invading lust that drove them to move involuntarily, slamming their hips against each other.

(Shan whispered) ‘I’m.. climaxing.. soon.. NGH.. ‘

(Fir whispered) ‘I.. too.. cumming.. NGH.. NGH.. ‘

His hips suddenly went berserk on the slim-bodied girl, fiercely pounding her for a full minute before he had to pull out of her. At the split second his cock slipped mercilessly out of her, she turned herself around and tucked his manhood right back into her mouth, shoving her face into his groin while the poor boy groaned louder – for no one to hear.

(Fir grunted) ‘SHOOTING! SHOOT.. TINGGGG!’

With the entirety of his dick in her mouth, he was throat-deep when he ejaculated, going straight into her belly with no chance of her spitting or even swallowing his load. For a few seconds, the duo just remained motionless, as his hips twitched uncontrollably to force every last drop out into her stomach.

‘Ahh.. shit.. are you ok?’

Instead of seeing her in discomfort from the gagging sounds she made, he was suspiciously bewildered when she stood up in smiles. After tidying themselves up, they made their way out of the park, passing cars where ‘intimate activities’ were still happening.

(Shan said) ‘I’m heading this way. I’ll text you?’

‘Yeah sure. Let’s talk again.’

On his way home, he couldn’t stop thinking about what just happened to him, along with who she was, what was she thinking, and how did it all unfold. Was it a blessing? Or an end of his sickness-free life?

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In Memory of Us

‘Woah! What are you doing?’

Before I could stop her, she had sat over my lap and held me close to her chest, drowning me in the familiarity of her scent I had taken in once or twice throughout our friendship.

It was then, did I understood, why she would remove her cardigan in the chilly weather, to tie it around her waist so we would be sufficiently ‘shielded’. As to what she wanted to hide, it was already growing in her palm, my dick that she had tugged forcefully on my shorts to fetch.

As quick as she moved, I could already feel the warm, softness of her bare pussy that my cock was tucked under. How could I ever expect, to have gone so intimately into her pair of loose, casual shorts, even more so without any underwear in there.

(I whispered) ‘Hey.. are you sure?’

‘Are you not?’

Her answer, as harsh as it was, reflected the feisty lady I long knew. To match her reply, the tip of my cock was promptly nudged between the delicate wet folds of her labia, slipping easily into the tiny hole that awaited me with great vigour.

A small slide of her hips put her vagina right over my erection, relaxing me at the highest level in the shortest time. Her scent, combined with her drowsy, flushed face, depths of her pussy pulsating as wildly as her heart, simply reminded me of the one phrase she said – ‘it’s always good with me’.

Her response to a question I once asked when she was with her ex.

Without making any unnecessary movement, she began grinding her hips on my lap, sliding back and forth just enough to slide me in and out of her, almost going deep as long as I was. The integrity of my shaft, represented by my hardness, could be seen in her gasping mouth, widening eyes, as she hastened her pace.

On a bench, in a park, the both of us were fucking so gracefully. Combining bodies, synching emotions, exchanging pines, in the form of lust. She couldn’t stop moving, while I wanted this to last longer.

For a few minutes, it felt like we were made for each other, but separated because of our fate. The path we once crossed, was like an introduction, to the lives we would lead, without each other. While we were coping alright in the absence of one another, that was the first time we sealed our acquaintance, with sex.

Each passing second spent in her arms, I grew thicker, like she moaned harder. I could feel her entirety, by how tightly she was sealing my inside her body, somewhat milking me at the same time expressing her gratefulness for me. It wasn’t too different for me either. I had split her wide, and kept her filled for the whole trip, pouring love, lust and my desire for her.

(She moaned) ‘I’m gonna come! I’m coming!’

A sudden compression of my dick tipped me over the edge, strong enough for me to lift her ass away from my cock. She hastily replaced her pussy with a hand and kept stroking, listening to my groans, watching my hilarious, orgasmic face until I sprayed my load over her fingers in ample, powerful squirts of thick, gooey fluid.

Once it was over, she cleaned me up and laid in my arms for a long time, breathing in the bodily scent we missed so much, and would give up anything for that relief again.

I missed you.