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Drunken Romp

‘He doesn’t need to know about this right?’

Theresa was pinned against the wall with his hands running up her tube dress, revealing all her leopard prints lingerie underneath. She was too drunk to resist Collin’s advances, even being convinced that her boyfriend wouldn’t know about it. The wet panties he was rubbing furiously on was so sticky, but she was unwilling to ask him to take off whenever she thought about him.

‘Let’s get these off you.’

He had removed them for her and they were gone into the darkness, letting his fingers touch her raw, soft spot she couldn’t help but moan to. Her legs were parting on their own so he could reach further. That bastard was going all out on her, whipping his cock out for her to hold in that grouchy mood, while he fingered her dripping wet hole.

The dirty groans he was making couldn’t be more pussy-blocking for her with that alcoholic breaths, grabbing her boobs and fingering her like a dirty-old-uncle.

‘You want to suck me off?’

‘No.. ‘

‘Good.’

To her surprise, he carried her from the front and dropped her on the back of a sofa, pulling her ass hard to keep her at the edge. The guy she just knew threw her arms around his neck and then penetrated her once he found a spot between her legs, ramming mindlessly into that drowsy, mumuring office girl. Theresa was almost like a dead fish, except for the moans so soft it was more like loud breathing.

‘You’re fucking wet!’

He went even faster after feeling her vagina tightened, which Theresa wasn’t aware of at all. He pumped her so deep that at one point, she jolted awake and the whole drunken-sex thing escalated. Collin totally lost his mind after her soberness stiffened the muscles around his cock, giving him the last stroke inside before his cum sprayed all over her belly.

For a moment, she knew what was happening but soon lost herself again, falling back onto the sofa while Collin’s dick was still squirting away. Like an ass, he cleaned himself up after he was done and only pulled her tube dress over her groin, leaving her panties somewhere in the corner.

‘Thanks for tonight! I’ll not tell James about this.’

Fuck! He knows James?!

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F-Factory

‘So you’ve been in here!’

‘Ya la! Boss ask me to rearrange the whole storeroom cause I’m late. Sian sia!’

‘Want my help not? I’m about to go off.’

‘Really? Don’t joke with me leh.’

‘Really la. Let’s get this over and done with. Your shirt is all wet!’

‘I know. Help me move this over there.’

Yuxiu and I spent the next ten minutes moving the heavier boxes that she had cleared the top few lighter layers off. My grey shirt looked like a map of the world when we just finished making space to sweep under, and still had to label and rearrange it back after labelling the contents in them.

‘You want to take off your shirt not? Later someone thought we were doing something else in here.’

‘You wish it was something else right? Haha.’

I pulled my shirt off nonetheless and revealed my fat tummy underneath, in front of the poly student whom had worked part time with us for the past three months, though she was always late. We could wear anything we wanted since we worked in a warehouse, and there were no outsiders either.

‘Want to take off your shirt too?’

‘Don’t start hor. I just want to finish this and relax outside.’

We moved a few more bigger boxes together and that was when she gave up. Sighing and swallowing a few mouthfuls of water, she then proceeded to remove her bra from under her shirt, a granny-nude colour that she snarled at me not to judge before I could joke about it.

The muffled giggles was hard not to laugh to and things got a little more cheerful when she let the pent up laughter burst out.

‘Eh! Shit! Need to mop!’

‘Farrrrkkkkk! Can we just mop the outside? Boss won’t move the boxes to check anyway.’

‘Ideaaaaa!’

We took our shoes off next and began using both the two mops. When that idiot used the wooden end to poke my butt, I retaliated and accidentally slipped it between her legs. She fell to the floor in a shock and brought down the bucket of water as well, in her direction.

‘Wei. Fucker.. why you so rough sia.’

Well said like an ah lian. I didn’t think much of her red face since we were bending down for a long time when we mopped, and the area she sat on was still wet.

‘Take your shorts off la. It’s just us here.’

‘You really tiko leh. Keep asking me to strip.’

She stripped her shorts off after I helped her up and by then, we had messed up too much to go home any time soon. In such closeness, it was hard not to feel her bare breasts and the thong she wore wasn’t exactly making things any less ‘hard’.

Once I put her down on a stool, I went back to clean up the puddle and she just had to shout what I didn’t want to admit.

‘Eh.. you hard ah?’

‘Duh. You’re braless and in just a shirt and panties. This is what you wear to sleep right?’

‘Wah. How you know sia?’

She took my shirt and daringly drying her panties with it, thinking that I was too busy to notice. After I got into an impatient rage and put all the stuff back singlehandedly, I went out of the store for the lounge to rest my sore back.

Yuxiu dumped my bag and our clothes on the table before walking up to me, and playfully sit on my legs to further dry her panties.

‘Don’t play like that leh. My arms are all weak.’

‘Cannot thank you for doing my work for me ah? *whispering* It’s still hard right?’

‘No it’s not!’

She gave me the my-turn-to-play-now look when she moved her fingernails over my groin, unzipping and freeing my jeans for the cock that was growing underneath it. How could a straight, sane man turn down such an offer right? If only my arms still had some energy to do something for her..

She shifted her legs over my lap and continued the handjob, applying the saliva she ‘gathered’ from both our mouthes to make it a little more slippery. The slow descend of her knees onto the hard floor was a heartening one, as I knew what was coming.

The way my dick disappeared into her mouth, it was so memorable I wanted so much to take a picture, but the following, overwhelming sensation was too much to bear and I was groaning in no time. My thighs were shaking so hard when she went up and down, at such a slow speed I could never get enough of.

Thre was no rush to make me cum, and it was her ‘show’ to please the guy who just helped her. I was savouring every inch of my cock her lips covered over and over again, with a scent from the mixture of our saliva. After a long while of her oral performance, she got up and kneeled on the sofa in doggy, right by my side.

‘How? Too shiok ah?’

‘Still can improve.’

‘Asshole.’

‘Don’t move.’

I went behind her and took a condom out of my wallet, capping it on in front of her willing pussy. I rubbed the ‘head’ a few times over her slit to catch some of her wetness, before I inched my way in, going as slowly as the blowjob she did earlier.

In under a minute, we were humping like bunnies on the couch, broadcasting our moans in the dining space that had no CCTVs. The tight pussy was impossible to get enough of, and my expanding dick actually helped to get her orgasms going.

‘Fuckkkk!’

She swore at the heat of her climax as I rammed deep, shaking my hips sideways to stimulate any corners I didn’t reach. Her juices were dripping into her panties stretched between her knees, safely containing the mess so we didn’t need to clean up – again.

‘Are you cumming soon? I can’t take it any more!’

The final cue came from her pussy that was too tight to move into anymore, and I went all out with whatever strength I didn’t expect to have. The moment came in huge explosions into the condom between us, satisfying both our beasts as she came again to extract every drop out of my pumping cock.

Breathless and exhausted, I couldn’t move anymore after I dropped on the couch, while she was in a similar state next to me. We spent the next fifteen minutes removing the condom and cleaning ourselves up. Her shorts weren’t exactly the tight fitting ones, so she could wear them back, and the map on my shirt had almost disappeared.

We parted ways at the bus stop right outside the factory, but didn’t stop texting till we fell asleep. Since the both of us were working the next day, it won’t hurt to pack two condoms this time, right?

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Ind-Cock

(Cyn asked casually) ‘Rishnan, do you have anyone you like now?’

‘Not really. I’ve been so busy with work. Tonight’s dinner is one of the few I can afford to enjoy, then I’m back to work again.’

‘I see.. tonight’s dinner is good though! I’ll sit in the back to rest for a bit k? I’m so bloated!’

Cynthia went out of the car door to the back, where the Indian guy joined her after bringing their bags to the front. They continued their conversation about her recent breakup, with the guy who happened to be his best friend. All she could think of was, if she had fallen in love with someone else, or if it was just a crush that would disappear. The long absence that cannot be avoided from his work made things even worse, to a point that a separation was the best choice while she sorted her thoughts out.

(Rishnan asked) ‘So you’re not going out with anyone now?’

‘Nope. Unless you count yourself as one? Haha.’

It was hard to resist the allure of a Chinese girl, especially having seen her in a bikini and those skimpy outfits whenever they went out, be it in groups or alone. If it wasn’t for his friend, Rishnan would have gone all out, on wooing her.

When she decided to unbutton her shorts to let her ‘belly’ free, the sight of a red panties got him instantly hard. Besides that ‘sneak preview’ of her underwear, the loud red bra showing through her loose tank top only made things even more unbearable.

(Rishnan asked playfully) ‘Have you ever had an Indian boyfriend before?’

‘Nope. But I have thought of that before. Why? Your question is very suspicious!’

‘Haha! So you understood huh?’

(Cynthia grinned slyly) ‘Maybe?’

Cynthia gave him a cheeky smile and raised her feet in the air, hanging them in front of him for his hands to reach her shorts. With some struggle, they eventually came off, and then quickly followed by the rest of her clothes. Rishnan only removed his shorts since there was nothing interesting ‘above’. A long, thick cock swung before her eyes as she tried to imagine if it would fit, but they both knew that there was no real need to ‘imagine’.

(He asked politely) ‘Why don’t you start first?’

He sat upright with his feet on the floor and held her head gently, bringing her face to his dick that was twitching on its own. Letting her lick the sides at her own pace, she was enjoying the soft gasps whenever her tongue touched the tip. After a minute, her mouth went over the top and devoured him whole, slurping loudly as she went down on him.

No one, not even herself, was aware that she had a ‘thing’ for mild-violence, though some of her exes did notice, and took advantage of that to coax her into their fetishes like public sex and messy face-fucks. It has almost become a natural response (which she greatly indulged in) for her to get extremely wet whenever anyone grabbed her hard, and painful enough.

Since his dick was too long for her to ‘eat’ without choking, he kept one hand stroking the lower part while pushing the back of her head rhythmically, somewhat forcing her to sync her breathing with his tempo. With each inch dipping deeper into her throat, it was only a matter of time before he was gagging her.

The breathlessness following the soreness in her throat was causing her to tear up, but he didn’t seemed to be stopping anytime soon for her. After she almost vomited from an extended time with his dick down her throat (and taking each breaths through his pubes INTO her nose), he let her go and shoved her upper body down on the seat.

(Rishnan groaned) ‘Let’s give you my Indian dick now.’

Cynthia’s reaction to slow him down were futile once he held her wrists to the sides, and went into missionary without any intention to put on any protection. Her opened legs could only reach his waist, and it didn’t take more than five seconds for the tip of his penis to come in contact with her pussy.

Oh shit! Thoughts of her last period and the days leading to that night suddenly made math so important, except that he wasn’t going to care if it was an ‘unsafe’ day. His cock pierced through her dry lower lips, forcing it inside while he made small thrusts to get her wet.

It wasn’t until three or four minutes later did she got wet enough, and it was a rampage from then on. His thick shaft brushed across her delicate inner flesh lining her vagina, sending her into a state of trance in very little time. Thankfully for the privacy of his car, her screams were kept within the vehicle, the same going for his groans of disbelief inside that tight hole.

Every inch of their genitals were receiving the complete set of pleasure from the intense sex. From her hair being pulled as he hammered her pussy, to her knees being raised to her chest while he pounded her feeble body in long, rapid strokes. Cynthia had never doubted the power of a huge cock, but it was another thing to experience the wrath of it in person.

Before she knew it, orgasms were knocking her out in queue, bombarding her senses till they were exploding like firecrackers going off in the car.

(Cynthia moaned) ‘FUCK YOU RISH!!!!’

She tucked her arms into her chest as a shiver grew violent, squeezing his cock till he lost control of his body.

(Rishnan grunted) ‘I’M CUMMING! ARGHHH!’

The bear-like groan came and he pulled out of her abruptly. Her head was swinging forward before her consciousness returned, and a wet, slimy cock penetrated her mouth to her throat without so much a gag. She found her face getting smashed repeatedly against his groin until she sobered up, and the chokes returned.

Still, the agonising part didn’t last too long when he came into her mouth, huge load accumulating under her tongue while she tried to make sense of what just happened. He pulled her away after he was done and pinched her nose, so she would swallow and then pant deeply for air.

Though she didn’t expect him to be so violent, it did get her wanting more. Not able to handle another round of ‘abuse’, she kept quiet and waited for him to calm down.

(He asked) ‘Shall we get going now?’

(She answered) ‘Uh huh.’

He went to the driver’s seat without his pants and started driving, leaving her in the back to dress herself. When they arrived at her void deck, she left his car and waved him goodbye. Lying in bed after a shower, the ‘experience of an Indian dick’ suddenly lost its appeal, and she couldn’t find anymore reason to meet him again.

And to think, he was the person that she broke up with Kisho in confusion, everything suddenly didn’t seemed to matter anymore. Single, will she be for now.

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Cursed Seal

‘This is the final part. Once completed, there will be no turning back. Are you sure you want it?’

‘Yes.’

Adrianne tightened her fists as her tattoo artist closed the loop in her lower back art, forming a symmetrical figure that resembled a few numerals combined. Despite its size, the effects of the spiritual translation is big.

‘Done. Head home and rest. Tell if if anything happens, I can still undo it.’

She gave her long-time friend a pat on his back and left the shop, feeling better accomplishing her wish. She had planned a dinner with her boyfriend that night, knowing full well that a steamy session would come forth after the meal. Well, that was exactly what she needed.

They finished the food with an unspoken haste to get started after a long period of absence, bringing her to his car to ‘digest and chill’. She was especially tantalising that night with a cross back dress, a decent length to hide her incomplete outline tattoo on her thighs.

His hands were roaming up her dress once the they were comfortable in the backseats, feeling those stretched out thongs she wore to keep those unsightly pantylines away. She let him pull them away and raised her clothes higher, for him to play with those filling cups by the nipples.

Every moan he got out of her seemed to wet his seats more, until a shocked face stared at her when he touched her clit.

‘You’re really wet!’

‘I know right.. ‘

Two fingers slipped in easier than he ever recalled and she was throbbing so warmly around them. There was no way to stop him from wanting his stick to be pounding her crazy. She pushed him down on the seat and lowered his pants to his knees, licking that thick shaft with salivating tongue. A single downward shove of her head brought his dick head right on the back of her throat, squeezing him so ever sensually for his arousing groans.

Her neck bounced those luscious lips along his rod and his eyes couldn’t get any wider when he saw the devil in her. There was none of those gagging she had before and the hand under her legs just drove him wilder. She stuck her wet fingers into his mouth as she picked up her pace sucking him, to a point he was so tempted to cum right in there.

‘I’m so wet tonight babe. And this.. Sssss.. ‘

She climbed awkwardly in the tight spot and sat on his cock, almost knocking him out with the slippery, tight hole. The agile hips raped his mind inside out, moving so swiftly to push all the keys on his pipe.

‘You’re not going to let me fuck you?’

‘Nghh!’

That meaty ass of her slid up and down his lap, flicking his dick onto her most erogenous spots. In that heat of the moment, she came with a load of thick, clear liquid like KY jelly down his hard stick. The long strands of sex, steaming hot pulses shooting through her vagina, he had never seen her in that light before.

He felt as though it was the first time inside her with the elastic force combing along the shaft, going up and down with her every jerk. The defined muscles suddenly felt like a hand with her vagina, holding him at the precise areas where he could faint at.

‘I’m.. going.. to.. arghh!’

He went into a fit when he let go of himself, spreading his biohazard material like an over-pressurised hose. Adrianne came the second time with him and unleashed another serving of juices, covering his groin in the sticky liquid.

While he was too weak to do anything else, she sat between his opened legs and continued masturbating, one hand playing with that collapsed balloon to edge him further. Her moans seemed to have an effect on his erection that showed up before he was sober, and her mouth went down on it like a toothbrush, only that she had to move her head.

Her poor boyfriend was twitching like an electrocuted sex doll when she vacuumed his storage clean, taking some of his years away from the powerful ejaculation he ever had.

‘Babe?’

Her cue went unanswered as she massaged the swollen cameltoe, fucked by her fingers that seemed to reach deeper than before. On the drive home, he poured his heart out to her and made promises she never expected. A man led by ego, suddenly had gone under her control. She felt her vagina widened suddenly under the dress by something similar to his dick, except it was more ribbed with rubbery soft tips.

‘Can I touch myself again?’

He nodded to see her rub her clit, in combination with the spirit that had etched her boyfriend’s dick within her two walls. Slowly, he had gained the stamina to pound her unconscious whenever she wanted, and the sex never took a step back from an indefinitely increasing intensity.

The only trade-off, is for her to endure the random appearance of his ‘imaginary dick’ fucking her at the most inappropriate times. A price between curse – and luck.

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Nat’s One

‘Oh my god! You’re NatSins? No one else here knows!’

‘Shhh! They only know I’m a reader of your blog.’

The group dispersed after the BBQ I organised for a meet-and-greet, the last two guys leaving after Natalie shooed them away. We tided the place up and washed whatever needed before resting on a bench, under the shelter overgrown with crawling plants. The few sticks of satay and hot dogs were finished quickly and we were left with a quarter bottle of Jack Daniel’s, sponsored by one of the participants.

‘So do you know the girls that came tonight?’

‘Nope. I thought they were friends of the guys or something. I’m just glad I ordered enough food.’

‘Haha. Thought you have a lot of flings since you write that much.’

‘Nah.’

We sipped the cocktail from plastic cups and she dropped a hand over my lap, squeezing and rubbing me with an obvious hint about an idea. I chose this particular corner in my condo because it was dark enough, for those who were planning to get drunk and still appear presentable. Since it was a public place with that big a gathering, I didn’t really thought about having any fun here.

Nat, on the other hand, was different in terms of her open sexuality. It didn’t take her long to unzip my shorts and fondle that neglected rod, probably grilled by the long-term close proximity to the charcoals. The short tennis skirt she wore rose to her hips easily, and my fingers were busy rubbing her out in the similar g-strings she sold through her blog.

As the lights went out at eleven, she got brave enough to straddle on top of me and spent some time to cap me on, placing safety above lust when the time came. When she started riding me, I was astonished by her graceful hips movements that was stroking me on all the right spots.

The ‘belly dance’ really made me groaned so daintily that I was soon bewitched under her control. She knew how to moan and it did caused me to grow bigger, a sign only she could confirm. The slender waist, twerking on my groin, could never be forgotten no matter how drunk I was.

‘Let’s try doggy here. I’ve never done it on a bench.’

She stood up in the middle of my enjoyment and stood over the wooden plank, supporting herself on her elbows resting parallel to the ground. I kneeled on the narrow width and slid right into her pussy, meeting the vicious back-thrusts I recalled watching on her site before. There was no way I could break free from her when she bumped me back and forth, drilling my cock balls-deep into her.

The moans coming from her got stronger in the whispers, and I was completely dazzled by her strong hips movements. She was slowly getting tighter on my dick and I was sure she kept me at a near-cum state given how skilled she was.

‘I can’t take it anymore.. gonna.. cum..!’

Her ass slammed on my groin flat and it set off my bomb as well, purging my load into the rubber that filled up with heat quickly. Her back was bending up and down to the orgasm and I just kept pumping to every squeeze of her vagina.

We spent a good minute in that pose before I pulled out of her, and she climbed back over the seat to readjust her skirt. The kind lady helped with the ballooned condom and dumped it in the bin, while I dried the joystick before clothing it.

‘You can tell everyone you fucked NatalieSins now. They’re too late.’

And that’s why I wrote this for her. ;)