A Foreign Blend

Girl (whispering): ‘Hey. Can we get your number?’
Me: ‘Huh?’
Girl (whispering): ‘Just type in here. Tell them I’m connecting to the WiFi if they asked.’

The girl with sharp facial features handed her phone to me and I fiddled with it for a moment, getting my number in with my name. She took it back and showed it to her friend, a local Chinese whom I had seen a few times at the cafe.

When I ended work at 3pm, only one message came from an unknown number, reading, ‘I’m Victoria. Naumi Hotel. 208. Bring some food too!’. I bought some pastries at staff price and bade farewell to my colleagues. Making my way to the hotel opposite, the mixed blood lady opened the door for me, in the high slit, low-cut dress she wore earlier.

Victoria: ‘Come in! I’m so hungry waiting for you.’

We ate from the paper bags in the most serene hotel room I’ve ever been in while talking about her friend, who was the one who wanted my number. At that time, she was at work, and that was something Victoria couldn’t resist making use of.

Victoria: ‘Do you want to get into a more comfortable attire? I’m sure you wore undies. I’m cool with that.’

The natural brown head of hair went well with her fair Caucasian fairness, and the British accent just made her look sexier. In a single move, I stripped my top off and unbuckled my jeans, without letting them go any lower than my hips.

Victoria: ‘Don’t mind if I get into something comfy too.’

I shook my head nonchalantly and she dropped the long dress in front of me, replacing with a thin, crotchet top usually worn at the beach. She pushed the thick blanket away to invite me to the spacious centre of the bed, and we sat really close in front of the TV with food in our hands.

Victoria: ‘So my friend, she’s into you huh?’
Me: ‘Is she? Did she say what attracted her?’
Victoria: ‘Hmm.. the occasional glances you threw at her, and the focus you put into your coffee. She loves drinking coffee, and the only reason she kept going back was because of how you tried to convince your boss to improve the standard.’

Me: ‘Haha. So she overheard us.’

The open-minded lady casually dropped her crushed paper bag over the edge of the bed and placed her hand on my belly, sadly not lean enough to feel any muscles on. Still, she ran her fingertips down my groin and dug into my underwear, touching my cock with her nails first.

Victoria (whispering): ‘You wouldn’t tell her that I had you first right?’
Me: ‘Should I?’
Victoria: ‘I’m just here for a holiday, while she’s here for good. You think?’

I slanted my body to the increasingly attractive girl and she pulled my jeans lower, enough to flash my cock out of my briefs for her to caress. As I pushed my way up her chest for her boobs, she let me unbuckled her strapless bra and held her firm assets in my hand. Tickling the tip of her nipples with my nails, it didn’t take long for her to start moaning, so ever sensually into my neck.

Victoria: ‘I like your size.’
Me: ‘These fit nicely in my hands too.’

We started off with just hand movements to warm up, slowly diverting my hands down her belly and into her panties, black with knots on each side of her hips for me to untie easily. Soon, she was jerking my cock faster and her legs were spreading more to my finger pressing deeper between her labia.

Victoria (moaning): ‘Oh god. You sure know where to touch to make me feel so good. It feels just like how I’d touch myself.’

I pushed on massaging her sweet spot for a few minutes, until she suddenly grasped my forearm tightly, followed by a gentle shiver and her thighs immobilising my hand. She sank back into the soft pillows once her orgasm passed, looking as if she was done for that evening.

Continuing my calming rub on her clit, Victoria stopped me after a while, signalling for me to rest. She got up from her resting position and moved herself to my chest, lying on me while fondling my sleeping erection.

Victoria: ‘My turn now, to show you how passionate girls are from my country.’

From where I laid, I couldn’t see what she was up to. But the sudden deep breath I exhaled couldn’t be wrong. From the tip of my cock, a kiss sealed her lips and she slid my shaft along her tongue, going all the way to the base for a start. Who would use such a deadly move right in the beginning right? Unless she had more tricks up her.. see-through sleeves.

Maintaining a light suction, she worked at the centre of my shaft, without much teasing on the head. Without pushing me too far in desperation, it seemed that she knew how to please a man. Despite how monotonous her oral sex was, I was completely soaked in her non-stop swirling tongue that pushed all my buttons.

Me (moaning): ‘Victor.. I’m gonna cum if you keep going.’
Victoria (panting): ‘Sounds good to me.’

She sank her lips deeper with each stroke and I felt the tightness of her throat, squeezing me repeatedly on the sensitive tip. Going continuously, no amount of groans I made slowed her down. Finally, my hands went to hold her hair in a bundle, while she made the fastest and deepest deep-throat I had ever felt.

Me: ‘Cumming!’

She rested her head on my stomach and kept my cock buried in her mouth, taking in all my cum and keeping the suction levels straight. Amidst my trembling ejaculation, she toyed with my balls to get every drop out of me and swallowed everything without breaking contact.

Me: ‘Okok. I’m done.’
Victoria: ‘Mmm~’

Feeling a little numb from the powerful orgasm I just received, I did not push her away. Letting her suck my cock like a baby, a never-before scene appeared in front of my eyes when she lifted her head away.

I was still hard.

Victoria: ‘Looking good!’
Me: ‘But how?’
Victoria: ‘Seems like you didn’t get such treatment before. Technically, if I kept sucking while you came, blood will not flow back from your penis.’

Me: ‘Wow. Mindblown.’
Victoria: ‘More like cockblown.’

She dived back into the empty space next to me and turned herself around, spreading her legs wide to masturbate herself.

Victoria: ‘C’mon. Don’t let it go to waste.’
Me: ‘Condom?’

She just winked at me when I mentioned that word. Energetically, I jumped up from the bed and went on my knees under her groin, cock barely shrinking since I shot my first load. She delicately held my cock at her pussy while I leaned forward, stuffing it in as our groins touched. Now body-to-body close, the twitching muscles in her legs bothered me as if she was in discomfort.

Me: ‘You alright?’
Victoria (whispering): ‘Yeah.. your cock is directly hitting my g-spot. No guys have ever touched it so continuously like yours.’

Seeing her flushed and light-headed expression, I did not question her further and simply went to work. Thrusting in the same angle I entered her at, it took less than three strokes to throw her into her fit, hands clenching the edges of her pillow as I plummet her repeatedly.

Just as I was losing control of my own tempo, a tiny jet of cum hit my navel as her vagina tightened. Knowing that she was squirting, I slowed down as her body shook more violently, feet holding my hips in as she climaxed straight after. Once she recovered a little, I resumed by pounding into her slim body, slapping noises echoing loudly as soft moans escaped our mouths.

Victoria: ‘Fuck.. I’m just gonna keep cumming like this!’

Another shiver went up her spine as she came again, this time without any squirts on me. I did not hold myself back anymore and slammed hard into her groin, reaching as deep as I could while brushing across her G-spot with each thrust.

The poor girl was begging for me to stop after five minutes but she wasn’t getting any breaks from me. I used my elbows to lock her shoulders in place while engaging my final speed, in a speed like vibration to hammer my cock into her.

Her nails scratched across my back as I persevered on, savouring the tightening cunt that was getting super slippery around my shaft.

Me (whispering): ‘Just hold on k? I’m about to cum.’
Victoria (moaning): ‘You can shoot it all into me. I’m sure there’s nothing left.’

I took her challenge and maintained the high speed sex going, making slower but forceful thrusts into her pussy. The deep gasps of air, the tighter hugs, the unwilling closure of her legs around me, it was a perfect combination to have my cock addicted to her wild side.

Me (speaking steadily): ‘Here it goes.’

My hips jerked uncontrollably as my shaft forced everything it had out of the tip, unsure of how much goods I was going to deliver. The abrupt change in mood was shown when she pushed my chest up, but her legs did not let me out of her at all. I grabbed her boobs and squeezed them really hard, while the last few shots of ‘nothingness’ exited my dick.

Before I was done, her legs freed me and nudged me away, sitting herself up with a horrified face. When she dug into her own pussy to scoop out whatever I came into her, the thick, viscous white cum proved that there was indeed more from where it came from.

Victoria: ‘How could there be so much left in you?!’

She gave a sigh and I followed my instincts for my next move. I pushed her down onto the bed and hovered on top, without my dick touching her body. Kisses calmed her down along with her own slow massage of her sore pussy, admitting to her fate of a wrong judgement.

Me: ‘Let’s get dressed. It’s about five now.’

An air of silence stayed in the room while we got dressed, into the presentable clothes that we first saw each other in. After fifteen minutes of watching mindless TV shows, her doorbell rang and the Chinese girl was standing there, in a grey spag top and black skirt, blazer hiding her tanned shoulders.

Girl: ‘Hey J! Jasmine here.’

Victoria gave her a hug and brought her into the room, where girly talks of ‘if she did anything while alone with me’ and ‘looking so flustered and red’ excited them. That evening, I was a bystander to the girls packing Victoria’s luggage, and sending her to the airport before returning to the room which was booked till tomorrow noon.

In there, apart from seeing my topless body and her unglamorous sleeping attire, nothing much happened besides deep conversations about life and coffee. We slept in our own sides throughout the night, but woke up to see each other in embrace.

Feeling the start of a beautiful relationship, everything went back to normal. As for Victoria, we maintained a cyber-sexual relationship over Whatsapp, sending photos of ourselves along with intimate photos taken with our partners (with permission) to keep our momentary encounter last a long time.

A Big Deal

Me: ‘Xiu Qi?’

The jacket-clad Chinese girl waving my Chinese name in front of me dropped her laminated A4 sheet and smiled widely at me, while standing in the middle of loud, eager Asians rushing to their families who were at the airport to pick them up.

Xiu Qi: ‘J! Welcome to Beijing, China. They sent me to pick you up. My English is considered the best in the company.’
Me: ‘Best? You?’
Xiu Qi: ‘Don’t be mean, J.’

She took my hand carry which contained all my important documents and led the way out into the smog filled outdoors, a sight to behold for a first timer in the land of opportunities. Hate to wonder if their land would outlast the ‘opportunities’ we were so hopeful for.

In the midst of dust and dry air, girls in short skirts and tiny tops were a common sight, and she wasn’t too far off too. Wearing a mini denim skirt and a black, satin spaghetti top, complimenting her curvy yet attractive figure perfectly.

Xiu Qi: ‘The taxi is here.’

I sobered up from the overwhelming sight of the foreign land and hopped into the passenger seat, right beside her who was busy fanning herself with my name ‘card’.

Me: ‘Where are we going first?’
Xiu Qi: ‘To your hotel. Then we will walk to the office building. It’s not far.’

Stepping into the hotel was the best thing that happened so far, checking in and heading into my room, the air still smelled a little burnt no matter how clear the air looked. I briefly unpacked my luggage and wiped my face down, gathering a brownish patch that settled on my naturally oily skin.

Me: ‘Okay. I’m done. Let’s go.’
Xiu Qi: ‘So fast? We will be too early. It’s at 2pm. Go get a shower first.’

Feeling a little impatient, I sat down hard on the bed and took my blazer off, loosening my tie as if I was done with all these nonsense. When I stepped out of my shoes, she got up and reached for my collar, removing my tie and unbuttoning my shirt. The urgency to get this thing done with was slowly disappearing as cold air flowed into my chest.

Still feeling a little weary, I let her undo my shirt and got up to do the rest of the work, only to have her unbuckle my belt and dropped my pants to my ankles.

Me: ‘You can take a nap first. I will be taking a long shower.’

I went into the spacious bathroom and stepped into the bathtub (of course after taking off my underwear), leaving the door unlocked in case she needed the toilet. Barely ten minutes after I laid in the tub waiting for the water to fill it up, she entered in her laced black bra and panties, taking my breath away with another view of China.

Catwalking towards me, the rest of her clothes formed her trail and we were only soaking our hips, with her back towards me between my legs. She grabbed the complimentary bottle of body wash and poured everything into the tub, right where the water was hitting the surface.

Bubbles quickly covered our privates with rising tide and we were finally in warm water after fifteen minutes, chatting in fluent English about where I came from. Once the taps were shut off, she turned to me and dunk a netted scrub underwater, cleaning from my feet up.

With a seductress in the same bathtub, how did you think I’d react? By the time she reached my groin, I was hard as rock and she did not hesitate to stroke me while cleaning my shoulders and chest. The amount of care she took not to scrub too hard, almost tempted me to marry her then.

Me: ‘It’s my turn to clean you.’

The scrub floated immediately and she laid back for me, letting me do the same for her. From her feet, I was feeling her smooth skin despite them bathing in deadly PSI levels, up to her groin where a trimmed landing strip marked where I should touch down.

Those firm boobs almost melt in my palms when I squeezed them, pinching and rolling her nipples just to test her ‘water’. Soft moans met the splashing waves as we put up a little fight, trying to keep our hands on each other to make each other give in.

After a long while of sensual teasing in there, I pulled the drainage plug and we washed dried ourselves, making our way nude to the bed. Jumping under the sheets in coldness, she was quick to pull my blanket away and over her shoulders, while I laid in the open. Parking herself between my legs, I had a perfect line of sight to her beautiful face partialy hidden by her long flowing hair, and a pair of fair melons in the background. Holding my freshly washed cock, her sexy red lips kissed and devoured my cockhead, going down as far as she could take.

My abs suddenly tightened and started shaking, all thanks to her long, slippery strokes she was executing along my shaft. Her tightly pressed lips, repetitive teethless laps and playful swirling tongue, was milking me of my vitality before I even came. My mind soon went blank to her deepening distance, almost kicking her away when she sucked really hard on my pee hole.

Xiu Qi: ‘You like it?’
Me (weakly): ‘Oh yes. You’re really good at it.’

She crawled into my arms like a little girl and we pecked a few times, before I got on my knees over her body. Nibbling on her nipples, the seemingly ambitious girl (from her classy but well-thought attire) squealed sexily as they became more sensitive. She pushed my head lower her body as I got fiercer, reaching her opened legs that had a glimmering pink centre. The mesmerising scent of lavender body wash, brought my mouth to her clit that I to pry open for its full glory.

The instant I came in contact with her sweltering love jewel, she clamped her thighs on me before I had to convince her to relax. Moving in circles, my tongue poked at that vulnerable spot and wriggled to her delight. Juices started flowing like a broken tap and I couldn’t help but quench my thirst with it, sucking everywhere that might get me more.

Xiu Qi (moaning): ‘J.. enough.. enough.. ‘

Almost a full five minutes into it, I stopped feasting to see her holding a towel we used, going over to have my mouth wiped clean of her sauce. Once I was spick and span, she magically took a condom from behind the pillow, waving it like a good idea in front of me.

Xiu Qi: ‘我帮你穿。’
Translation: Let me put it on for you.

She skilfully rolled the rubber over my erection and pushed me down her belly, to hold my cock right at her entrance. Wrapping her legs around my waist, I was slammed into her pussy in one move that made her smile with her eyes closed, looking kind of hysteria.

I wasted no time and held her hips together, sitting upright and sliding my ass along the smooth bedsheets. In and out my cock slurped, extracting her bodily fluid with increasing passion. My hands couldn’t tear away from her boobs once my knees took over squeezing her hips together, enhancing her moans into screams.

Me (whispering): ‘You’re too loud!’
Xiu Qi (moaning): ‘You are too good!’

As I went on hammering the breathing girl, she got incredibly tight and I could feel my rod heating up from the suffocation of blood.

Me (in agony): ‘You’re getting too tight. I can’t move anymore.’
Xiu Qi (screaming): ‘Oh fuck! I’m cumming!’

She perched her body up on her elbows and rocked her ass in my direction, effectively dipping me deeper than ever. In ten strokes, she threw herself into my arms and the violent convulsion was contained in my hug, painful sounding groans getting right into my ears.

Pushing me down onto the bed, she mounted on me and spread her knees wide, boobs supported in her kneading hands. Grinding me fast and furious, the one making the most noise was still her, getting all the climaxes while I was building up my momentum in this undesirable position.

Like how time is the best medicine, she gradually stirred up the sensitive areas on my shaft and I was feeling the urge approaching.

Me: ‘Mei Qi.. I’m going to shoot soon.’

Behind all those loud moans, she heard me and slowed down, pushing me to the edge before finally stopping. After she dismounted, the condom was unrolled and she laid on her back, waiting for me to finish it.

Xiu Qi: ‘Come on top of me.’

I placed my knees beside her chest and she took hold of my cock, jerking me while I worked on those assets of hers. The mixture of spermicide with her saliva soon worked wonders on my incoming load, and I was shivering in her mercy just after two minutes.

Xiu Qi: ‘把全部射出来。’
Translation: Just let it all out.

I heard her and let her continued all the way till my first squirt landed across her face in a long streak. The pumping of my dick only got faster as more cum sprinkled across her neck, firing range reducing to her cleavage before the last few bits jetted onto her boobs.

The taps on my thigh signalled me to get off her and I did so promptly, watching her smear my cum across her C cups breasts. And those cum on her face? She swept them with her fingers into her mouth, swallowing as she cleaned her fingers up.

Once we were done and completely satisfied, she brought me into the standing shower and got me refreshed, fetching my clothes to me like a king whom just fucked the horny princess who was betrothed to him.

By then, it was ten minutes to two and we just strolled leisurely to the building, where a panel of high-level staff awaited me in a meeting room.

Boring bits aside, the contract was signed and then did I realise it was a five year deal, which gave that sportswear company their last chance from hitting the sewers. Because of the Chinese New Year season, I got trapped in a never-ending exchange of apologies and gratitude when they shook my hand. Somehow, they imagined that I would be offended by the lack of activities as a highly regarded guest, but I couldn’t think of anything else besides sleep.

For the next three days of meeting, Xiu Qi was assigned to take care of my every need, only to be excused when I was engaged in serious discussion of some details my boss has left out for me to play around with. Still, they managed to get me drunk each time I exited their office, leaving me to Xiu Qi who would dearly care for me once we got back to the hotel.

Three days of non-stop pleasure, half of it done in drunken mode, I guess it wasn’t too bad. And for the return trip home, she was tasked to follow me back, staying in a BnB apartment close to my place until work officially starts here. What more could I ask for?

Perhaps the routine visit to that office again?

She Belongs

Bernice (panting): ‘Can I go up now?’
Sam: ‘NO! Two more rounds.’

The curvy girl darted off in a white jersey and pink FBT shorts, threading lightly on the toes to quickly complete the last two laps. Once she returned to the bench where Sam was waiting, she brisk walk in front of him, only to be stopped at each electronic gate where his card was needed.

Upon reaching the house, the poly student dashed straight for the toilet, releasing a powerful jet of pee against the ceramic bowl.

Sam (shouting): ‘I want to see you in it when you’re done!’
Bernice: ‘Okayyy.. ‘

She pulled her shorts up over her hips and stepped out into the bedroom opposite, where Sam was sitting on her bed and on his phone. After he set his phone down, she removed her wet shirt, revealing the leather straps that bound her boobs tightly. As her damp shorts came off too, the momentary relief of the single strap on her pussy relaxed as well, but not for long.

He spun her around and bent her arms to bind them behind, securing them with belt-like latches at an awkward height.

Sam: ‘Down on your knees now!’

She let him support her arms before going down, and watched listlessly at him stripping his shorts off. Once half naked, he brought her face to his dick and stuffed it in, shoving her face repeatedly in his groin to pleasure himself with her mouth.

As monotonous as it sounded, the gentle tugging of her straps pinched her clit non-stop, causing her to get wetter apart from the constant rubbing. Gradually, her head moved faster on its own, to the assistance of her master.

Once he had enough of her blowjob, he yanked hard on the straps for her to stand up and she quickly did so, afraid of abrasions that he might cause. Tipping her over the bed, he lifted her ass up to bend her knees, getting into a doggystyle without too many moves.

For protection’s sake, he still put a condom on, but it was to prevent the edges of the leather around her pussy from cutting him. The condom rolled in place in under a minute and all Bernice could do was to bite her lips, as he mercilessly plugged her pussy with his erection.

Sam: ‘Good?’
Bernice: ‘Yeah?’

He placed his feet at shoulder’s width on the ground and began pounding her, slurping noises filling up her room with her moans, partly relieving the aches she had all day from the inner wear. Orgasms somehow came easier from the whole day of clit teasing, sending her into loud moans as he plunged deep inside.

Just five minutes of mind-blowing doggy later, he was done before she could climax again. Forcefully, he flipped her over on her back and painfully arched her knees wide open. Automatically ramming his cock into his personal sex doll, her desperate expressions did little to make the whole session more romantic, only driving him crazier when he saw how much she was enjoying.

Well, that slut was supposed to feel used and objectified, not pleasure. Still, he ignored the girl’s desire to be loved and fucked faster and faster. Digging deep into her vagina, Bernice succumbed to more powerful orgasms in this position, rendering herself weak earlier than usual.

The robotic thrusting did pleasure the both of them, and Bernice was long accustomed to his sexual abuse – though willingly.

Sam: ‘I’m gonna cum soon.’

He abruptly pulled out of her, ending the sensual mood suddenly and sat at the edge of the bed. Bernice knew exactly what to do and hopped out from bed, kneeling between his legs for him to use. A peck on her forehead was all the affection she received that day and the next thing she knew, her face was once again slammed over his cock.

Cheeks puffing in and out from his hi-speed attack, she relaxed her throat to direct him in. Tasting his raw cock and salty precum, her mind clouded up with lust. It was like an auto-response to her fate of a sex slave. While he was mouth fucking her, Bernice was also about to cum.

Sam: ‘Here.’

A calm voice warned her of the incoming hot semen that poured into her mouth, in measly quantities since it wasn’t the first load of the day. His second cum dump was completed in a minute and he got up casually, wearing his shorts back and heading out into the living room.

Sam (shouting): ‘Once you’re dressed, go buy milk and eggs, we’re out of it.’

Bernice wore her FBT shorts back, and threw on a fresh set of t-shirt. Right before she left, Sam tightened the straps on her shoulders, sinking that particular strap across her pussy deeper between her legs.

Face completely flushed and inner netting soaked, she stumbled out into the corridor and braved herself in the lift, making her way to Sheng Shiong right under her flat. Now, what kind of man is Sam exactly?

If you guys have seen a weak legged girl shopping in one of those supermarket, she might just be Bernice. Try to go easy on her k? Though I believed Sam put that gear on her to deter rapists – or attract them?

Heiress

Joanna: ‘J? Come in.’

I stepped into the mansion near one of the nature reserves in our little red dot, totally out of the way from any main roads or streets. The twenty year old girl showed me the way into the kitchen, where I placed my first carton box of stores for her household. Making a few trips back and forth, she was on her phone throughout to finalise the chores needed to be done, sighing a few times while repeating the tedious tasks.

Me: ‘Okay. It’s all here. You know, I can do it alone if you want. I’m paid to work.’
Joanna: ‘Don’t be silly. See?’

To look up at the ceiling and spot a CCTV was the last thing I imagined anyone would do to their house. How could anyone easily eliminate the pleasure of humping in exotic spots? Unless..

Joanna: ‘My parents are watching. So I gotta work.’

Of course. They probably had solo control over the footage of the cameras. We got around stocking up the toiletries, fresh ingredients into the fridge and replacing all the clothes from the laundry onto the hangers. My job for that day was to stand in for a butler who needed the day off due to sickness, knowing that I couldn’t screw things up too badly without the masters around.

Joanna (shouting): ‘You can take a rest anytime k?’

The fit bodied girl slumped onto the couch with a packet of juice, brows frowning as if she was unwillingly confined to stay home. With a fully stocked kitchen, I couldn’t resist cooking a simple meal of bacon and eggs, piling extra leaves of veggies on her plate.

Me: ‘Here. Eat up.’
Joanna: ‘Bacon?!’
Me: ‘You can’t take them?’
Joanna: ‘No? I love them! My parents forbid me from eating them though.’

She stuffed a long strip of crispy smoked bacon through her lips and shoved the greens after, chewing hungrily unlike her poised state I imagined her to be. Even my share of bacon was gone before I got to them and we were done in no time, leaving the dishes to me while she flipped through a magazine.

Joanna: ‘So you can cook, and do the chores. What else?’
Me: ‘Does reading people count?’
Joanna: ‘Haha! Rex (the sickly butler) totally need some of that. What can you tell about me?’
Me: ‘Hmm.. You try to act cool and outgoing. But you are afraid on the inside.’
Joanna: ‘*sigh* Afraid of?’
Me: ‘Whatever your parents allowed you to do but you have no idea how you will feel after that. You are someone that.. wants someone to guide and lead.’

She collapsed the packet of juice on the counter and walked away from me, footsteps leading up to the stairs and closed her door on me. Most of the work was done for the day and all traces of bacon was removed from their fridge, safely hidden away in a styrofoam box that I was to throw out with old vegetables.

There was no way I could leave her alone after saying what changed her mood, so I went up to her room, only to hear gentle music playing behind the door.

*knock knock*

Joanna: ‘Come in!’

The always-tempting girl had changed out of her old t-shirt and put on a more form-fitting one, pairing pink shorts on her firm ass. Laying lazily on her bed, her iPad caught most of her attention despite my entry.

Me: ‘You alright?’
Joanna: ‘Yeah. You’re right. Sometimes, I’d rather have no freedom and stay with my parents. People out there always disappoints.’
Me: ‘Your ex-boyfriends?’
Joanna: ‘Especially them.’

Right then, she slid her tablet on the bedside desk and patted on her bed, inviting me to sit next to her.

Joanna: ‘So, tell me about you.’
Me: ‘I’m single? And trying to find a job I can settle down for long.’
Joanna: ‘Okay. And.. would you mind if your future girlfriend earns more than you?’
Me: ‘Nope. I’ll do my part to take care of the house then. And the kids if she wants any.’
Joanna: ‘How many kids do you want?’
Me: ‘Three?’
Joanna: ‘Would two do?’

She snuggled right up to me and pressed her head over my arm, sinking into the soft pillows she piled next to me. Picking my other arm, she dropped it on her waist and lifted my elbow higher, pulling her shirt up as my palm slid across her skin.

Joanna: ‘Don’t tell my mum k? I’ve always fantasised about fucking a butler.’
Me: ‘But I have never imagined doing it with someone your status.’

She hushed me on my lips and ran her hand up my shirt, pulling it over my head while I did the same for her. Those bare, perky breasts were results of frequent workouts and they held up well on their own, attracting my fingers to the light brownish tips that protruded so every slightly.

Soon, she was wriggling her fingers into my shorts and boxers, meeting my eager dick that was reaching out to her. Our clothes needed no invite to GTFO and our hands were all over each other quickly, feeling every curves that made our minds even more beautiful.

Me (whispering): ‘Lie down first.’
Joanna (whispering): ‘Like this?’

Her crossed feet did little to hide her shyness once I pried them apart, lying on my belly between those long legs of hers. Just as my mouth reached her gorgeously waxed groin, she covered her genitals to get my attention.

Joanna: ‘Why would you go down on me first?’
Me: ‘It’s a butler’s job to please?’
Joanna: ‘No. Seriously.’
Me: ‘I just thought I should please the lady first. I am kinda honoured you didn’t mind my background.’

She moved her hand to a side and let her other hand joined, spreading her labia to the sticky strands of horniness. Immediately, I poked my tongue at her clit and licked up all the juices, replacing it with my saliva. As wet as she could get, her moans echoed like the soft music playing and I took my time sucking on that pearl. Her legs opened almost to a split with increasing tongue flicks, all the while responding to my each move.

Joanna (whispering): ‘J.. that’s enough. I can’t cum like this.’

I gracefully lift myself up and crawled over her body, where she moved away so I could lie down. This time, she resumed the position I was in earlier and stroked my shaft delicately, eyes observing every grooves and bumps on it. The moment she landed a kiss on it, I took a deep breath and then felt her sink down my cock.

It felt never-ending to my exhaling breath, until she slipped those pinkish lips out to the tip again. My breaths unconsciously got synchronised with her tempo, experiencing meditation-level breathing with each deadly stroke of hers. None of us rushed anyone, and we just took our time to enjoy the sensual moans that our bodies made instinctively.

Me (whispering): ‘Joan.. ‘
Joanna (panting): ‘Hnhhh.. I like sucking you.’
Me: ‘Let’s leave that for next time.’

I got out of bed and let her back to her spot, where she opened the drawer under her iPad to a black pouch. A condom came out of it and she unwrapped it for me, watching me fumble in excitement to get it on. Once ready, her legs spread for me to enter and our eyes met in deep passionate gaze, savouring every inch that I pierced into her pussy.

How could words describe the warmth, and the comfort she gave. The slow, crawling fingers that climbed up my cheeks, held me like a confused toddler. The calmness in her mind was something that amazed the both of us for a full thirty seconds of stillness.

I tucked my arms under her knees to raise them out of the way, before jutting my hips at her pussy. Rhythmically, I set the pace for the start of the race and she simply moaned every few strokes in. Her feet was pushing me deeper as I picked up speed, plunging deeper with less romance and more lust.

Her legs closed very slowly to my guidance till her knees touched, and my cock was engulfed in a compact zone of softness. Now sitting on my bum, I jerked in tiny motion at her ass to stimulate her G-spot, driving her wild all of a sudden with vigour. Grabbing the sheets that we just changed, the ends came loose as she bit on her fists, groaning in an agonising expression to my forceful short bursts of thrusts.

Joanna (moaning): ‘Oh noooo.. ‘

She let a constipated look signal me to do whatever needed to be done for an incoming orgasm. Naturally, I pressed on her thighs harder to raise her ass off the bed, leaning forward to hold them in place while I pound the life out of her athletic frame.

Joanna: ‘Stop stop stop!’

The tight grip on my forearm hurt a little but did not stop me at all. Changing to the shallower jerks, her legs gave way and opened up for me, sending me over her body and then restrained in her bear hug. My cock was milked for its life as her body trembled, heels pushing me as deep as I could reach into her pussy.

For the next minute or so, we remained in that position till her legs fell away, arms following suit before her head relaxed in near unconscious state.

Me: ‘Joanna?’

Her eyelids barely opened to my call and I was out of her in a long while. Very weakly, she turned her body over and raised her butt, knees closing together to aid her change of position.

Joanna (panting): ‘Fuck me till you cum.’
Me: ‘You got it.’

I placed my knees near her feet and poked my cock at her hole. Carefully guiding her backwards, her pussy sank over my cock and stopped in its tracks. Holding that bubbly hips of hers, I went to work and slammed my hips on her ass, shoving my cock fast and furious into her.

Muffled moans went into her pillow as I hammered her, feeling my cock ached as her orgasms tightened her love hole. In this new position, I could sense there wasn’t much waiting to do.

Me (whispering): ‘I’m gonna cum soon.’
Joanna: ‘I’m waiting for you.’

With my last burst of energy, I picked her waist up and vibrated my hips at her, thrusting at my yet fastest speed into that closing hole. In less than a minute, my mind was sucked dry of energy when my cum sprayed into the semen balloon, waking her up in surprise with so much heat in the condom.

Joanna: ‘You didn’t take off that condom right?’
Me: ‘No why?’
Joanna: ‘Cause it’s super warm and full inside.’

She fell back onto the bed after that, leaving me to recover my strength and extracting my softened cock out of her worn out pussy. We returned to her bed once I was done and she helped me removed the condom, sagging at the tip from the huge load I deposited.

Tying it up and leaving it on her belly, I turned to her for a cuddle and she held up her tits for me to suck on.

Joanna: ‘I’ll ask my parents if you can be my personal butler. They have another house, but they also know I cannot manage it on my own.’

Me: ‘Don’t you want to stay with them?’
Joanna: ‘They already gave me a big hint when they gave me the title deed. I’m sure you can make me feel comfortable in a special way.’

At five o’clock, Rex came back looking well to make dinner for the family. By then, Joanna and I were on our way into town, for a penthouse apartment of a condo that was already furnished to her liking.

So, I’ve got a job as a butler, for a heiress who worked from home to make a justifiable living. Turns out, the patio would be our favourite place to get our daily rounds of exercise.

Dinner for Ones

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lady: ‘May I?’

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

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

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

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

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

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

Me: ‘It would be my pleasure.’

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Kimiko: ‘Just lie down and enjoy.’

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Kimiko: ‘Fuckkk… ‘

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

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

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

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

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

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

Me (groaning): ‘Shooting now!’

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

For Mel C

Unknown Number (Whatsapp): ‘Hey J. I’m Rick here. Just want to ask if you know Mel, the blogger.’
Me (Whatsapp): ‘Mel? Yeah I know her. How did you get my number?’
Rick (Whatsapp): ‘Ah. Don’t bother about how I got your number. You free tonight?’
Me (Whatsapp): ‘I’m working. On most nights.’
Rick (Whatsapp): ‘Oh! In that cafe right? Tell me the address, I’ll bring a surprise for you.’
Me (Whatsapp): ‘Postal code 428XXX’
Rick (Whatsapp): ‘Alrighty bro. I’ll be there past midnight. I’ll text you to make sure it’s empty before going up.’

Apart from being distracted by what we spoke about earlier, time passed pretty quickly for a Monday night. There wasn’t many people and I was done closing the shop at about 12am. Rick had been messaging me since he found out the shop was empty and at 12.30am, the glass door pulled opened to a familiar girl in a sports jacket and a guy following closely behind her.

Me (confused frown): ‘Mel?’
Rick: ‘You recognise her? (Talking to Mel) You didn’t tell me you are in contact with him.. now things are going to get interesting.’

A whisper from Rick into her ears, her jacket unzipped and a collar with chains leading down to a set of nipple claims showed themselves. That darting eyes on her face, fists opening and rubbing and closing themselves, the quick blinking, I had no idea if she was unwilling or just glad that it was me.

For a start, Mel and I are perfectly normal friends. We spoke about what we write, thought I never understood the motivation of her stories. Bluntly put it, I wasn’t that much into her level of BDSM. But now, she’s right in front of me, quiet and looking somewhat confident of herself. She knew me from my stories, mostly sweet and nice. I wouldn’t be able to do half of what her friends (or enemies) did to her on her blog.

Rick: ‘Stap, don’t be shy. Tell her what to do.’
Me: ‘I don’t know.. I’m not really into that kind of torture.’

Another whisper sent Mel in my direction and I exited the bar. No matter if she had staged this or was forced to do, I had to say something I would prefer not to say – I am easy. To get her out of this mess, I probably just have to cum, I guess?

Mel went over to the sofa in the middle of the cafe and Rick took a seat at the bar. The first thing I did when I went over to her was to ask if she was alright. That few seconds made Rick to shout to her, clearly not wanting her to think that I deserved any less than what she was made to do in her stories.

Rick (shouting): ‘Mel! Shut up and remove your skirt.’

Her tanned skin did not suit her in a skirt, but she had to wear it for obvious reasons. It was easy to remove. She bared her pantyless bottoms and sat on the couch, waiting for me to start.

Rick: ‘Stap, just do anything you want man.’
Me: ‘Can I just let her do anything she wants?’

He spurted a phrase ‘you can try!’ between his laughters and I turned my gaze back to Mel. She gave me a tilted head look and proceeded to remove my jeans, where I had problems getting it up given how much respect I had for her.

Right then, Rick came over and flung my hand over the chains on her nipples. I yanked on it accidentally and a scream echoed in the quiet cafe. Only then, did I feel a reaction below. Am I.. no. I shouldn’t be. I tugged at the metallic chains once again and the pitiful adjustments of her body trying to reduce the pain slowly got the better of me.

Without much contact, my dick had hardened into rock upon seeing this Medusa. I grabbed her hair and guided her mouth to my cock, which I was sure was reeking of perspiration from the day’s work. Pushing her head before her mouth opened, I swung a slap across her face for being slow.

Me: ‘I’ll try to hold back k?’

Before I knew it, my hands had been holding her deepthroat over my dick for five seconds. It was nothing less than heavenly. This athletic girl whom most guys would not be able handle was in my control. It was indeed, power given to someone who never had the chance of domination. Soon, she was choking as I slammed my groin in her face, splashing saliva all over as she tried to keep up.

Rick: ‘Bro, not going to fuck her ah?’

‘Fuck’ huh? In this case, love-making or sex would totally not fit this occasion. I picked up the clanging chains and led her behind the bar, where a chest freezer filled with ice was opened.

A strong push bent her chest over the bags of ice and resistance was immediate. I kept my force on her back and her nipples became the only contact on the ice.

Mel (shivering): ‘J.. it’s really cold. It hurts.’

Just as I was about to loosen my grip, something caught my eyes. It was an ice cube tray in the corner where sticks of ice were in, frozen for use in tall glasses. Best of all, I remembered a size that would fit her well.

Taking an ice cube, I ran it down her back till she gave in and left her body hovering the freezer. Splitting the covers of the tray quickly, I took a stick about thick fingers thick, rinsing it to smoothen the edges.

Rick: ‘Nice one.. ‘
Mel: ‘What is nai.. ‘

I had positioned the tip of the popsicle-dildo at her pussy and ran it along her slit a few times.

Me: ‘You have faced a cold hot dog before right? This shouldn’t be worse.’

A cold hot dog IS the opposite of a frozen ice stick. Her body stiffened and I could sense more strength in her. As soon as the first inch poke into her pussy, I pulled it out.

Me: ‘Mel.. I’m sorry for doing this.’
Mel: ‘It’s okay.. I know you didn’t.. ‘

A high pitched scream interrupted her sentence as I slipped the dildo into her ass. It was wet and totally harmless. I just sank it as deep as I could till it was being forced out by her innards.

Mel (screaming): ‘Fuckk!’

A brief brush along her slit told me how wet she had gotten and I shoved my dick right into her pussy. Using my belly to hold the dildo in place, both rods, hot and cold was sinking into her repeatedly. Inside her, I could feel the cold upper walls and warm underside. She had embraced the freezer in her body at that moment.

Mist started pouring out as her body got warmer, jerking the freezer as I rear-ended her. Of course the dildo would get smaller, and that was what I wanted her to do – melt the ice.

Going for almost three minutes, it was long enough to change our positions. I pulled out of her and kept my index finger in her dripping ass, giving her a genuine command from my heart.

Me: ‘I don’t want to see any stains on the bags of ice. Hold it in.’

Her anus tightened and I turned her around, lifting her to sit on the ice bags. Her hands clenched my arms tightly to express the pain but what was I supposed to do? Let her off?

She opened her legs and held my dick gently, pointing it in her direction as I stepped forward. Her arms went around me in an attempt to lift herself off the ice bags, but I wasn’t going to move.

Me: ‘Let go of me.’

Mel had no choice but to lean back on her hands, which were having difficulty finding a less cold spot to hold. By the time I was at my full speed, the ice had melted a little and causing her to slide. Time to change places.

Me: ‘Hug me.’

She jumped into my arms and I checked if she had leaked. So far so good. The lid was put back on and I brought her back to the couch. This time, I wanted a royal treatment. She went on her knees and crawled between my legs, sucking me autonomously without saying anything. The only sounds I could hear was the melting dildo, and her slopping blowjob.

Lightly, I placed my palm on her cheeks and brushed them. Mel.. who would have imagined a girl like you.. sink to such deep ends that you have probably lost yourself. The slim figure, on her fours, sucking on a friend that she knew wasn’t into BDSM but ended up making him like it more. My impression of her had not changed though, but the photos that Rick had been snapping secretly.. I knew I could make use of them.

Me: ‘Hey Mel.. ‘

I got on my feet and went behind her, sinking my erection right back at her cold, wet pussy. The dildo had melted and had unintentionally soaked her with the coldness. It was just a matter of time before I was done.

Just as I embarked on the final lap, I held her ponytail and rammed with all the energy I am left with.

Me: ‘Fuck! I’m cumming Mel!’
Mel (pleading): ‘Inside me please.. all of it!’
Me: ‘Arghh.. ‘

In an attempt to make her realise she doesn’t get what she wanted even with me, I felt her pussy clamped my dick really tightly, as though preparing to hold in the load I was about to unleash.

Instead, I pulled out and sprayed it over her legs, where huge blobs of it just stay stuck on her calves and thighs, some of it forming sticky strands behind her knees.

Mel: ‘Whattt?’

I got up and went to my clothes, biting my lips in satisfaction. I needed to see her expressions when she realised why I picked her legs to cum on. Mel got herself up too and went to her clothes, forbidden by me to wash anywhere clean. As she pulled her skirt up her legs, the cum smeared themselves all over, leaving obvious white substance no one would miss.

On top of that, the length of her skirt and the amount of skin exposed on her legs, eyes would gather there.

Mel: ‘Shit. You really.. ‘

Rick kept tapping on his phone as he went ahead of her, causing my phone to keep buzzing to the influx of pictures.

Rick (shouting): ‘Thanks bro! (Talking to Mel) Aren’t you going to say goodbye?’
Mel (shouting): ‘See you soon J.’

Deed done, no mess. An old friend met. Not too bad to start the week off.

Debt Repayment

The first year uni student stepped into my view in a thin cotton grey dress, bra cups pushing against her chest area as she strutted to the table. Pointing to a seat opposite mine, she slid into position and her bag landed on the table. I held my new camera up and turned it on, giving the settings a check through my phone to make sure everything was set up right.

Me: ‘Put your feet up here.’

I patted on the edge of the empty seat next to mine and she took her feet out of the weathered slippers, perching them at where I wanted. Her frilly light pink panties immediately tightened against her pussy and a perfectly smooth mould appeared. The indication lights blinked to the shutter clicks I made, and the results flashed clearly onto my screen.

Me: ‘Okay done. Let’s go.’

In my hand, the camera was kept on, walking to a block where I knew it was quieter. Going up the lift, the opening and closing of her fists told me how uncertain she was. But there was nothing she could do about it. After all..

*Ding*

I turned straight into the door leading to the stairs and she hurried through quickly, worried about being spotted. Once we set our bags down on one of the stairs, it was time to work. In my bag was a short tripod, which I set up in front of her, aimed and framed to see her whole body. Even her face was captured in it. Since she could not see what was the camera recording, she just waited till I stepped away from the whole camera rig.

Me: ‘Ok. You can start masturbating now.’
Cheryl: ‘It might take some time for me to get wet.’
Me: ‘Then start now.’

The awkward, lost girl wriggled her butt to raise her dress slightly, exposing her panties in full to my eyes. Looking for somewhere to focus on, she finally settled on a blank spot on the wall behind me, and ran her fingers up her legs. Pushing hard against her underwear, the gentle circular rubs came to warm her up.

Her chest rose and fell faster as she continued to touch herself through her clothes, one hand between her legs and the other on her breasts to speed things up. Soon, she was panting and the surprising act to remove her bra took place on screen, stripping her bra off her hourglass figure into a pile next to her bum. Hard nipples poked through her dress as she dug her hand into her panties, middle finger clearly attacking her clit to explain the wetness that was forming a patch.

Seeing how much fun she was getting, the whole session wasn’t just about her. I unzipped my pants and opened it enough to let my briefs down, before jumping into the picture. Cheryl immediately stopped her act and made space for me, to sit next to her but faced towards her. She quickly removed her panties without showing too much of her pussy, and then looked at me for her next cue. We placed one feet on the higher step and rest our other on the lower one, shifting our groin closer till we were almost touching.

We straightened our backs to get really close and continued to move towards each other until my cock was touching her groin.

Me: ‘Put it in.’

She carefully bent my erection down and sat nearer, popping my dick head into her pussy at a comfortable depth. Before we knew it, my cock was sliding endlessly into her pussy where she tightly grabbed my forearm in response. Placing both my hands on her waist, I used the slight flabbiness of her ass to rock back and forth, plunging my cock into her as she moaned softly.

Cheryl instinctively grabbed both her boobs and massaged them desperately, working her nipples with her fingers as dirty squishing sounds were heard. Next thing I knew, her manicured fingertips brushed on my shaft while she massaged her sore clit, largely erected from the continuous public penetration it was receiving.

Me: ‘Let’s change position here.’

I backed away from the flushing faced girl and kneeled upright, signalling for her to get on her knees as well. She turned towards the plain beige wall and lifted her dress even higher, flashing the camera with a flawless, smooth complexion of her ass.

Grabbing her waist again, I sank my rod into her deepest spot in a single stroke that made her groan, and repeatedly hammered her to my heart’s content. It wasn’t everyday that I had excess to such a fine body, let alone bang one. Anyway, it was in the deal I had struck with a certain individual.

Our slamming hips echoed slapping noises into the tiny space, accompanied by her loud breaths that almost turned into screams. Droplets of juices were forming a puddle under our genitals, and the secretly kinky girl couldn’t stop orgasms from shaking her body up.

Cheryl (whispering): ‘Oh fuck.. I’m cumming again!’

She suddenly shoved her hips back and held me motionless in her squeezing cunt, sensually contracting in a wavy motion from my shaft to my sensitive tip. That single move of hers drove me really high and my body screamed into my head for the incoming orgasm I was about to have.

Me: ‘Okay okay. I’m almost cumming too. Let’s move down.’

She tiredly lifted herself away and we moved closer to the camera, red LED light still blinking in recording mode. She had returned to her sitting position and I stood before her, dick levelled at where her mouth was. Watching her closely, those glossy pink lips went over the tip and slipped along my surprisingly thick shaft, reddened and pushed to its limit from the vaginal intercourse earlier.

Although there were little tongue action, those wrinkled pressed lips did the job and I was tiptoeing to her deep suction. Just after two minutes, I was tapping her head to warn her and she was quick to push me out. She shut her eyes lightly and kept her fingers wrapped around my cock, jerking me at high speed with her saliva.

Me (loud whisper): ‘Cumming.. cumming!’

Her luscious lips parted a little as my hips buckled, sending creamy white semen spraying across her nose and mouth, forming huge blobs on her cheeks. As some dripped from her chin, more took its place and clung onto her exquisitely gorgeous skin.

Finally, I was done with her and behind the camera I disappeared to. She used her fingers to clean my cum off and stuck them into her mouth, licking and swallowing everything on her fingers with a tensed look. The camera stopped recording upon a click of the shutter button and she went on to put her bra and panties back.

Both now dressed and tidied, we made our way back to the void deck, where a mutual friend await.

Guy: ‘So how?’
Me: ‘Two hundred and fifty.’
Guy: ‘So much ah. Luckily she still has a lot of debt left.’

He showed her the IOU with the new details in, and I replayed the video of our little intimate act for him to verify. Smiling happily to himself, he took off on his motorbike, leaving Cheryl and I to ourselves.

Cheryl: ‘So can I go now?’
Me: ‘Give me your panties first.’

An instinctive click on the camera started the video mode and I aimed it at her, from the point she walked back to the table and till her panties landed in my palm. Shyly tugging at her dress, we coincidentally walked the same route to our bus stop, amidst the scanning eyes of the males we walked past.

Me: ‘I’ll edit and censor the video, then help you clear some of your debts with it. I don’t think it will take too long.’

The sudden lit in her eyes melted my heart a little, knowing that she would have an easier time and also to keep her from doing this to other guys. We exchanged numbers before we boarded our respective buses, and it did not take more than three videoed meet ups to finally get her debt to a manageable amount.

The gratitude she had for me somehow got me to spend nights over at her place, with her mum whom had no idea what her daughter did to repay her debts. My appearance came with the fast disappearing debt and no one in her family was happier to see Cheryl with a guy whom did not mind their broken background.

Sex with a desirable, educated hottie. Who wouldn’t want that right?