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Mother’s Love

‘Jenny jie jie, what do you need me to do? It’s my off day today. So I have all day.’

‘Haha. Good to know. Okay. I need you to help me look through all this files, and see what can be thrown away. There is too much for me to go through alone, so I asked your mother to send you over.’

‘Sure. I will ask you if I am not sure.’

Seating next to the hot mum on the couch, we began going through the thick folders where she filed all her banking, government, insurance, accounting paperwork, accumulated over the years when she set up her own clothing shop that sold women’s intimate wear.

Since I was a little boy, I had seen her around my mum a lot. Although my memories were a little fuzzy, she was someone whom I wasn’t afraid to be myself on the rare occasions we had breakfast together (with my mum). All those days she took care of me when my parents were away, she played a huge part in my upbringing, teaching me things that made me a ‘good boy’ in their eyes.

(She asked) ‘Do you remember that time you stayed with us for a month? You didn’t want to leave at all.’

‘Yeah I do. I was just thinking about that too. Quite the little boy then huh. This house does bring back a lot of memories.’

‘It’s good to see you turn into a good man. My daughter on the other hand, is becoming more rebellious. I don’t know how to teach her anymore.’

‘Well, you can teach her grace, beauty and love through example. The result might not be instant, but it will all make sense to her when she grows older. That was how I learn from you too! I realised you are the role model I needed, and that landed me where I am now.’

‘You know what? I didn’t expect that from you at all. You are still the cute little boy I love, (speaking softer) maybe more than Bernice.’

We had a good time reminiscing the past and managed to sort all of the ten folders by dinner. As agreed, I would be eating with her since her girl, Bernice, will be outside till late – as usual. I have never seen her husband like since ever. In my eyes, she was the complete woman I based my future wife on, strong and sturdy on her own two feet.

For dinner, we had spaghetti over TV, chatting our hearts out while she sipped on wine. Unknown to the tipsy lady, her loose tank top had shifted out of place, exposing her pointy nipples as she brought up my awkward childhood, mostly about me asking her adult questions.

‘I remember you asking me, how can I make little Bernice myself. I just couldn’t stop smiling when I thought about that. You know?’

‘Haha! I know where she comes from now. You did the job of two person alone. I cannot imagine how tired you must be.’

The sudden change in her mood got me scared for a bit, but it all changed when she gave me the yearning, relieved, but exhausted look. She drunkenly caught me by my neck and stared into my eyes for a long, long time, before leaning in for a kiss.

That was no longer the cute and adorable ones, but definitely something that turned her loose. Her soft, womanly pecks reminded me of my first girlfriend, filled with gentleness, love, and the unmistakable sensation of lust. As our emotions exploded all over each other, tongues slithered dangerously into mouths, tasting the remnants of youth left unspent inside her.

She was quick to undo my pants, stripping me naked while I pulled off the only two pieces of clothes she wore. Right before anymore happened, I laid her down on the couch and climbed on top of her, keeping our private parts at a distance. For this independent woman, it was my calling to do something for her. And that sent me planting kiss from her forehead, to her bosoms that were kept in shape by her nightly massage I once accidentally saw.

I couldn’t miss sucking on those succulent tits, especially at the nipples that got her moaning hysterically. Because of how little she, or anyone, played with them, they were extremely sensitive to my mouth. Flicking and sucking hungrily to fulfil my desires for her, she was as responsive as I hoped she still is. To have those mammaries fondled and felt up like her younger days, she had little control over her thrashing abs.

(She whispered loudly) ‘Have you grown up this much?’

‘I’ll let you be the judge once you see him.’

I continued licking my way down her body to her legs which parted ways for me, so I could get to her pussy that were so tight and firm like a teenager’s, perfectly shaved for the yoga pants she ran in. Taking her pearl of destiny between my lips, I ate her out as if she was the last oyster on earth.

Swiping the tip of my tongue up and down the delicate folds, each stroke brought shivers and moans so erotic that I grew harder to. Finally, I buried my face between her legs and rubbed my nose on her clit, poking the little bit of my tongue as deep (which is not deep at all) into her vagina.

I lasted just three minutes in that heavenly breathless marathon, before I could no longer give her more. She saw my effort through my rapid breaths and took over the control, pinning me down on the other end of the sofa.

‘It’s my turn now.’

All of my dick disappeared into her mouth at once, and I lost sight of the rest of her blowjob. Waves of pleasure hit me hard as her lips trailed along the shaft, moving slowly but steadily up and down. I couldn’t focus at all with my muscles twitching violently everywhere, except to succumb to the addictive deepthroat she lashed out at me. There was no memory of her stopping at all, sucking the base and licking the tip, she literally sent me to the heavens from hell.

Once my mind was fading into unconsciousness (from the high), I pulled myself away from under her boobs, standing in front of her with an erection none of us believed.

(I asked) ‘What now?’

‘Do whatever you want to me. I’m not your nanny tonight.’

‘I would like my babysitter to bend over for me then.’

She obediently took up the doggystyle position on the narrow cushion, waiting quietly as I got on my knees behind her.

(I whispered) i ‘Is it safe?’

‘Menopause already.’

Hearing that, I shoved my cock into her perfect hole and delivered a shock through her spine. She had no time to recover or adjust once I started pounding her pussy, driving my cock deep and fast into her. The most sensual, intense love making session overwrote the experience I had with my past girlfriends, claiming the wettest, hottest, tightest vagina my dick was ever forced into.

Surprisingly, I could go as fast as I wanted without the urge to cum, and totally hammered her brains out when her sexy moans turned into crazy screams. From the random words she hurled, I was the thickest, longest, hardest cock she ever had, and it only made me crazier.

We switched to missionary as soon as her legs gave way to one of the orgasms, adding on to the wetness soaked into her fabric seats. Fucking face to face, we kept our volume down with passionate kisses, fuelling our lust as our hips slammed hardest onto each other.

The same thought we harboured was that how we could not get more of each other even through sex. We simply wanted more.

Just like all good things, I found myself nearing climax after twenty minutes of non-stop fucking, feeling both disappointed and excited about the inevitable end.

(In my agonising groan) ‘I’m gonna cum.. I’m gonna cum soon!’

She immediately wriggled herself out under me and let me lie on my back. Her knees then went over my head, pussy barely reachable by my tongue given how weak I was. The desperate mouth I felt going down on my dick brought me back to life, but there was nothing left for me to do – except to cum.

(I told her calmly) ‘Here it comes Jenny jie jie.’

I squeezed my eyes tight upon hearing her ‘Mmm!’, letting go of my load that has waited too long for this moment. Huge spurts left my cock along with my strength, shooting forcefully into her mouth while I felt a tiny stream flow over, and into my lips.

She was actually having an orgasm from sucking my dick!

We rested in that position for a long time after I was done, and slowly returned things to normality once we gathered our strength. At 10pm, I decided to spend the night there like (a long time) before. Without a spare bed, I slept on the couch with a pillow and blanket, all alone but with a well-fed mood.

Some time into the night, loud cranking noises of the doorknob woke me up, and I saw Bernice return in a cage bra and skirt, obviously a party outfit. Although a little surprised by my presence, she got over my intrusion after I let her sit next to me while she sobbed in my arms.

(As she cried) ‘I don’t know what am I doing with my life anymore. I just felt so dirty when those guys groped me like some slut.’

I couldn’t do anything except to lend her my shoulder, comforting her for at least an hour before things started to go awry. According to her, she would like my help to make her feel wanted, not by some random strangers or fuckboys, but someone whom she knew over time.

In the dark kitchen furthest away from her mum’s room, we ended up fucking on the counter, creaming deep into her pussy when things went out of control. Although she was on the pill, the guilt of fucking the daughter of a mum I just fucked was just unignorable.

To sum up Bernice night of tears, we went into her mum’s room and slept together, until I was woken up by Bernice’s handjob under the blanket we were under. Auntie Jenny’s smile at me somehow made me felt better, and the three of us embarked on TWO relationships unknown to the bad-girl-turned-good.

Fucking her mother whenever she was in school, and fucking her whenever I liked. A complete mess I would say.

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Someone Else’s

(Soft feminine cries) ‘Help me.. ‘

Jason was at a loss when he rushed into the ladies where groans were coming from, worried that someone might have gotten injured. When he pushed his way into the only door that was closed, A girl was found sitting in the corner with her black off-shoulder top below her breasts, and panties hanging at her ankles spread wide apart for her fingers to work between.

‘I’m sorry madam. I can’t do that. Can I give you five more minutes? Or else I might have to call the police or ambulance.’

‘NO WAIT! I think I’ve been drugged. I can’t stop.. Please.. ‘

Through her voice, he could hear that she was telling the truth. As horny as anyone might be, there IS a difference when you are seducing someone, or fighting something you didn’t want to do. Two of her fingers were just gorging for something while the other hand took some of the suffering away by her clit.

(In his concerned voice) ‘What is happening? How do you feel?’

‘It’s itchy. It’s just really itchy. I can’t reach deep enough!’

At once, she reached for his belt and headbutt him whenever he tried to resist. Seeing a girl this young out-of-control for sex totally got to his soft spot, since this was a fantasy that he never thought of. Despite his ‘unwillingness’ she finally got into his pants and came face to face with his well-endowed penis.

‘Fuck.. This is bigger than any of my exes.. Shit.. ‘

Something inside her overwhelmed the fear and she began jerking him off, until it reached its maximum rigidity. The sexually motivated girl turned around for the toilet and bent over it, parting her knees as wide as she could for balance.

‘Put it inside me now.’

She was so helpful to reach under her pussy, grabbing his dick and plugging it into her slot. The width of his cock instantly relieved the itch at the sides, and pushing it deeper further eased her discomfort. Jason was having his moment inside of her when he felt a little tingle under the tight skin of his shaft, something like – an itch.

As it covered the surface of his whole dick, his body instinctively started moving. Thrusting slowly at first, the warm, irritable sensation got more intense. Without other options, he went faster and deeper to ‘scratch’ it, to the benefit of them both. She was moaning so happily, and him groaning so satisfyingly, as the itch faded.

(Jason groaned) ‘You know I’m feeling itchy down there now?’

(She moaned) ‘I’m sorry. Let’s keep going then.’

‘Yeah!’

The unconventional couple then went all out fucking hard, listening to their own voices in the surround-sound environment. Slapping hips, gasping breaths, desperate groans, slurping body fluids. She was begging him to cum inside her and he was suffering in the battle of ‘lust versus body’. That was all he could take.

‘I’M FUCKING.. CUMMING!’

‘OH YES! FUCK ME!’

Just like all the porn they watched, he filled her pie full of cream till some overflowed onto her thighs. They were still going despite having their most intense orgasms together.

Knocking their bodies for another few minutes, they ultimately separated to check on their genitalia. The cum-filled pussy felt fine, and his juice-cum soaked cock looked normal.

Out of habit, Jason began cleaning his pipe and felt the horrifying sensation at those areas NOT covered in cum. Her panties soaked enough of it away as well and she was blushing before she was done dressing up.

‘I think my cum is keeping the itch away.’

‘I think so too. Shit man. What have I gotten you into? Can you start first while I call my friend? I think she knows how to fix this. I’m so sorry.’

Jason undid his pants and went to work immediately, holding her behind the door to pound her in standing doggy. Throughout the whole time, she was on the phone with her friend, moaning occasionally as he tickled her G-spot. The crazy urge flooded his mind after the first few minutes and he was fucking her hard again, with an erection that never seemed to have softened. Ten minutes passed and he came into her again, but they no longer ‘detached’.

She remained seated on his lap while he rested on the toilet, fondling her all over uncontrollably.

‘So she says, we will have to wait until our umm.. Parts, absorb your cum. The longer we can stay like this, the less itchy it will be.’

Jason made a call to his partner and reported a bad stomach ache, and asked for the favour he owed him. As soon as that was settled, she began exploring her clit again, primarily to see if there were any visible symptoms, but ended up rubbing her clit to an orgasm that stirred his cock awake.

The pair of exhausted monster suddenly went crazy on each other, fucking their way into the nursing room, where he had another two ‘shots’ at her. At his morning call, they had slept for a long time with him, inside her, and were all healed.

(He said) ‘Okay. I think it’s time to go now. Feeling fine right?’

‘Yeah. But it there’s a relapse.. ‘

‘Give me your number. We will keep in contact. How is your friend now? The one that went through our shit too.’

‘She.. She got addicted to it. After she fixed it the first time, she took one more of that drug and never got it fixed. So she is always turned on.’

With that new fantasy, they parted ways and Jason went back to his station, without any duties until the end of his shift.

(Text from unknown number) ‘Hey. I’m Cassie, the girl Jodie called earlier. Do you want to meet?’

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Obliging Husband

All high and loud from the alcohol, I was one of the few sober ones who stayed away because I couldn’t hold my liquor well. Still, I was dragged into the game improvised to add some ‘hype’ for the birthday girl, who was a customer-turned-friend from my workplace.

As ironic as fate is, out of 52 poker cards, I just had to hold the one she called out in a drunken stupor.

‘Queen of Hearts!’

Upon flipping my card around in a laid back smile, a shot glass filled with some liquid was held to my mouth. An ‘ahhh’ later, I swallowed the whole thing with a ‘tequila face’, thinking that it must be something strong only meant for the ‘winner’.

‘Okay J! Time to head up!’

‘Head up where?’

I began feeling a little tipsy and weak, but could still manage my way up the stairs (to the only bedroom) of the chalet. Feeling even more confused, the high I felt was clouding and clearing my mind of any doubts I had.

In a minute, I was shoved to the bed and Ella, the birthday girl, collapsed beside me.

‘You.. are one lucky man.’

‘What?’

My eyes got too heavy to open but they did once my clothes were being stripped off, pinned on my limbs to facilitate the job of other party goers.

Naked, I was next to the lady who was being stripped as well. I could only look at her husband in fear, since I could guess what I actually ‘won’. He saw my worried face at once and came up to my ear with much hype, whispering words I couldn’t believe.

(Ella’s husband whispered) ‘She’s yours tonight. You have my permission.’

(Loud cheering) ‘COW-GIRL! COW-GIRL! COW-GIRL!’

Those words repeated at least ten times before some other girls helped Ella up, perching her on top of my belly. The moment she laid hand on my dick, did I realised how hard I was. I wasn’t even turned on with the number of spectators!

The drowsy girl then picked her ass off and slid lower to my groin, where she sat over my rock-hard erection. Bright LED lights I recognised from cellphones blinded my eyes, but not the tingling sensation in my cock when she began riding.

Usually sensitive all over my body, the bouncing motion of her was pushing pleasure into my head, accumulating like a clot until I gave off the loudest groan. The onlookers cheered even louder as she went faster, moans turning sexier as lust overwhelmed the initial ‘dare’ hype.

In the wild flashes of light, I made out two pair of hands pushing on her shoulders, slamming her back down whenever she rose. My body was glowing red by then, filled with whatever drug they included in THAT shot. A different sense of energy was building up gradually in my muscles.

After three minutes of her cowgirl stint, I dragged my body backwards a feet before shoving her back forward, holding her down until I got on my knees.

(Someone shouted) ‘OOO! TARZAN WANTS DOGGY!

That single phrase sent my dick right back into Ella’s pussy, stretching her deep to a point that sent her screaming. My fingers locked themselves at her hips and my body started thrusting, moving with confidence that I wouldn’t cum before I want to.

Minutes passed in violent, vigorous sex that broadcast our ‘joyous’ occasion for all to hear. I couldn’t think of anything but to keep going until that ‘urge to cum’ has reached its peak. Everyone was touching, caressing her as I pounded her from the back, jerking her body so hard for the cameras before her.

(I shouted) ‘HERE IT FUCKING COMES JANE!’

(Crowd cheering) ‘IN-THE-MOUTH! IN-THE-MOUTH!’

I instantly pulled out to the first cry and let them flip her onto her back. To make things easier for those fuckers to film, I kneeled over her chest and let her husband put one of her tired hand on my dong, somewhat guiding her to jerk me off for the finale.

The impatient, mind-fucked girl suddenly went berserk and stroked me really fast, making me shiver uncontrollably on my knees. All it took her was a minute of tight, wet, fast handjob to get me grunting again.

(I screamed) ‘I’M CUMMING NOW!’

Someone raised her head up into my groin and I saw my dick plunging into her mouth as cum burst out from the tip. Just like how irresponsible that hand could be, her head fell back onto the bed with much left in my balls, causing the rest of it to spray over her face till I had nothing left.

Still drowning in cheers and some jeers, I was helped off her lifeless body and left on the bed, while she was placed next to me by her husband.

(Ella’s husband whispered) ‘I now ask of you to spend some time with her. Make sure she is fine. I’ll clear the room for you two.’

True enough, the bedroom was emptied as quickly as it was crowded. The two of us spent an hour talking about what happened that night, and came down to see just three other people, who surrounded her husband.

‘The videos are meant just for the three of us. I got them either to send their copies to me and keep what they have, or delete them. These three buggers are the only ones sending.’

As he requested, no one stayed overnight except for us, and the couple took up the bedroom to create more creaking noises while I slept on a mattress downstairs.

What-a-party.

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Dad’s Headache

(Ryan whispered) ‘Dear. The headache.. I think it’s getting worse.’

His wife’s hand moved almost instantly across his belly after hearing what he said, reaching into his boxers to hold his growing member. As he has always joked about using sex to cure a headache, he wasn’t surprised that she would remember it, or even do it to help him sleep.

A few strokes was all he needed to get rock hard, and in the dark, there was little to see except to close his eyes, and feel the weight of her head dragging across his chest. The wife of 10 years had done her job well, bearing him two children and taking care of them while he worked hard.

Now that they are all grown up, there was nothing left to do but to enjoy their new-found privacy, without the cries of babies to interrupt them. His mind was flooded with happy, good memories as she went down on him, taking his cock as if she was the horny little girl when they were dating.

Starting with little pecks all over his shaft, the parts with her saliva felt extra cold. Even his balls she had always forgotten managed to spend a good few seconds between her lips, ‘gnawed’ to an ache so good he could only groan to.

Next up was his smaller head, which she took into her mouth to twirl her tongue around, as if gathering all his nerve endings at the tip where she would then suck really hard on it. Pain, as he often described, didn’t make him push her away this time, since it was more preferable than the ringing one in his (big) head.

She was taking his time with him, sucking and making popping noises as she teased him slowly. Moving her lips very slowly up and down, it took her a long time making short strokes to reach the base where he gasped in pleasure. This time though, things were a little different when she could pull off many throat-deep penetration in a row, leaving him breathless when it was her turn to catch her breath.

This mother of his kids, was improving at what they got so used to, giving him new energy as she lazily climbed over his body. Thin, small, and.. lighter. Has she lost weight? Her familiar fingers ran down his chest to his abs, before gently grabbing his cock under her pussy. A ‘missed’ entry told him of how wet she was for him, for his thick, juicy cock covered in her saliva and nothing else.

And there it was, the soothing, warm opening of her vagina that was a little loose after.. no.. no no. She was as tight as she was during their countless rounds of sex during their younger days. It was so perfect being inside her, inside that wild, young, throbbing pussy that received so much of his fearless pounding.

Once she started rocking her body, he knew it was something she learnt again. The knee-scrapping rides were now replaced with a more agile waist, arching back and forth as his cock slipped easily in and out of her soaked cunt. Oh how good it felt, to experience the familiar squeezing sensation at her entry point again. She was filled with life, vigour and lust again.

Sensing his headache leaving his body, his dick got even harder and shallow, fast-paced panting noise grew louder. It has been too long since she rode him to an orgasm, and he knew she was extreme sensitive that night, when she climaxed not once, but thrice while riding his bulging tummy.

There was no stopping this little monster when she fell back on her arms, picking her hips up to slam herself down onto his manhood. Yes, MANhood, Ryan is coming back.

(Ryan whispering loudly) ‘Dear dear! Shooting!’

She lunged herself forward and squatted over his groin, bouncing hard and fast as she tightened her vaginal muscles. The most intense ejaculation fired straight into her pussy, filling her to the brim and then leaking all over his cock. The dutiful wife then dismounted her ‘stallion’ and cleaned him up with her mouth, wasting no bit of cum from his week’s load of storage.

Healed and satiated, she left the bed and Ryan fell back to sleep, unaware that she went BACK to the room where HER mother was asleep in front of the laptop that was still playing her Korean drama.

So, Janice fucked her dad that night.

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Her Own Room

*Soft moaning in distance*

Hearing what I least imagined to be possible, I continued walking down the steps from my unit until I saw the back of a female student in a pinafore, arms vigorously jerking between her opened legs.

*Ehem!*

She flipped her dress down immediately over her legs and turned backwards to me, slapping her hands into the concrete steps that turned a shade darker from the wetness. Seeing her frightened look, I told her the only thing that might get her into trouble.

‘You’re too loud.’

(She whispered) ‘I’m sorry.’

‘It’s alright. Just stay safe yeah?’

Brought up in a house where I had to share a room with my younger brother, the ‘lack of privacy’ was well understood by me. She was quick to get up on her feet blocking my path beside her and held my elbows with heavy breaths.

(I asked her) ‘Is something wrong?’

‘Not really. But.. I moaned that loud for a reason.’

‘What reason?’

She pulled her pinafore over her head to reveal her bottomless state, along with those obvious signs of nipples poking at her P.E. shirt.

‘Feel me.’

I couldn’t turn away after she took a step into my face, grabbing both my hands and planting it on her chest. She easily squeezed her fingers over mine and gave off a soft moan, giving me no chance to talk her out of it.

‘If you don’t do what I say, I’ll scream.’

‘Okay.. If that is how you want to make me stay, I will.’

The impatience of her was slowly overwhelming her unknown desires as she lifted her shirt up to put one of my hands under, back on the same breast as when I was ‘out’.

(She moaned) ‘Sit with me.’

I could only listen to her then and stayed by her side as I massaged both of her boobs, while she touched herself to her heart’s content. At least five minutes passed in that position before she made her next demand – for me to take ‘it’ out.

The only thought in my mind was to ‘get this over and done with’, no matter how disadvantageous I was IF she decided to tell in on me after. I just couldn’t imagine my neighbours, or even family walking in on me doing this.

As quickly as I could, I lowered my jeans and whipped that fucked-up erection out, somehow standing hard in the presence of the underage girl. Seeing how excited it was, she moved my hand to her pussy as she leaned to my side, touching and stroking it to see how I would react.

Her sensual moans, combined with that playful hand of hers, got me so hard that it was aching.

(I whimpered) ‘Can you put some saliva on it?’

‘As lubrication?’

‘Yupp.’

She ended the handjob right there and commanded me to stand between her legs, which were parting as I hesitated about ‘homerun’. It was the fail-proof way to leave evidence inside of her, and would definitely get me into trouble if I made her pregnant.

‘Should I shout now?’

‘No. You don’t have to.’

I went three steps down and kneeled under her groin, spread so wide for all the glory of her pussy that was covered in fine hairs. The secondary school student guided my dick while tugging against my neck for me to bend forward.

With the tip piercing into the first inch of her vagina, her breathing got rapid really fast. Both of us knew how un-ready she was for sex, but her clit rub somehow loosened the grip on my little head and the second, third, and all of me plunged into her.

While her entrance was painfully tight, her insides were pretty.. spacious. I dare not move at all in fear of hurting her, or even engaging in the act she wanted me to. Her body was trying so hard to adjust to the foreign organ, throbbing wildly against my shaft to hold ‘me’ in.

‘How does it feel to me inside me?’

‘A little scary, but warm and nice.’

‘Am I loose? I might have fingered myself too much just now.’

‘No. Not at all.’

She leaned back and continued masturbating herself on her clit, while I squirmed weakly to the contractions that was agonising to feel.

‘Move.’

My hips started moving on its lowest speed setting and brushed her interiors thoroughly, reaching a depth I could feel was the ‘end’ of her. As we continued broadcasting softcore moans, her vagina gradually wrapped itself around my cock, stimulating all the sensitive spots on both our genitals.

In no time, I lost control of my urges and went all out at her, in an ever increasing pace. Sweet, soft voices turned into monstrous grunts as her consciousness faded her eyes white, small figure jerking helplessly on the stairs as I had my way with her.

‘Keep going.. Keep going.. ‘

The chant repeated itself to my desperate thrusts, pumping all 7 inches of me into that little body. It took her another few minutes before her pussy started leaking juices over our hips like a broken tap, and sent her into a fit that got me legitimately afraid.

However, the smile she was forcing told me otherwise and I just kept going, fucking that girl for all that was worth. After a ‘slow-down’ period for her recovery, we actually swapped to a standing doggystyle in front of the railing. Something in me just gave up thinking about the worst that could happen and, just get what I wanted.

Banging her from the back, her orgasms got more frequent, marked by the stream down her thighs down the floor we were having sex on. With time passing fast, I was pounding her at my maximum speed after her last climax sealed my cock inside her, sucking all my strokes deeper with the unintended vacuum.

Midway though our unchecked groans, the impending urge overtook my waist and drove me like a pile driver into her pussy.

(She moaned) ‘Oh fuck! You are driving me crazy!’

(I groaned) ‘I’m cumming soon! Sorry!’

I yanked my cock out before I ruined my future and she stumbled back down on her butt. The stern look on her face got me worried and I just stood motionless, ready to pull up my pants no matter if she was going to do anything to me.

(I asked) ‘Shall we stop here?’

‘No. Come closer.’

She held my cock in her face and took a few deep breaths before licking the wet tip. I could tell that a lot of thoughts were going through her mind then. It was like, she want to, but didn’t.

‘You are supposed to be my slave. But.. I’m really the slave to this.’

With that, she came and took half of it into her mouth, before she grabbed my ass to force the lower half down her throat. Her loud gagging noises really got to me then, going all weak waist down upon seeing her suffer.

As good as it (her deep throat) felt, she was in tears while at it. After one or two minutes of her resisting MY resistance, the ‘super high’ sensation blasted all morality out of my mind.

I came hard into her mouth after three more strokes, feeling all of my muscles pump every ounce of it into her waiting lips. Waves after waves, each jet became weaker until there was nothing left. Just as my mind settled into the resting mood, she took my shrinking manhood into her mouth again.

This time, she was relentless in sucking me dry till I had to jump back, leaving her animalistic self pouting. To think all it took was a little coaxing to get back into her arms, she cleaned me up with the fresh set of panties from her bag, before slipping it on.

(She spoke sternly) ‘I’ll see you here tomorrow. Twelve midnight.’

‘Midnight?!’

‘Yupp.’

I got dressed as fast as I could and ran three floors up, before looking down the stairs to see if she had left. To my surprise, she only went one floor down before the sound of keys told me of where she lived.

It was no wonder – midnight.