A Pet for Three

This is the second story Jhae has written for Kathy, the author of Kathy’s Diary (now defunct). It’s a foursome story that have appeared on her blog, and it’s now my turn to publish it.

Kathy has long gotten used to being a pet. Listening to commands, awaiting her turn for orgasms, paying attention to the man before her, those were the things she was used to. When Master A allowed her to meet up with me on her own, I wanted to introduce something new to her. Though I’m not sure if she had done it before, it’s the people who are involved that will be new.

I reached the hotel earlier than her to set up the room, slightly bigger than the previous venue we had our fun in. Apart from the cameras, there were also two other guys I invited. Both were my readers, one in his 30s and the other in his teens. As planned, the three of us had masks on, Marvel superheroes to be exact. There was Spidey, Iron Man, and Hulk. For our own ease of recognition, the youngest among us had the Iron Man on, and the oldest had the Hulk.

Kathy (WhatsApp): ‘I’m outside the room.’

Hulk let her in and the shocked expression of her was a sight to behold. Although it was a bigger room, the crowd in there made it look happening.

Kathy: ‘Wow. So many people? I thought you said.. where are you Master J?’
Me: ‘It doesn’t matter which one is me. Put your bag down and lie on the bed.’

The three of us were seated like kings in front of the window and Kathy dropped her bag in a corner, removing the cardigan she had over a floral dress. We gathered around the bed and started the inspection, conveniently stripping her naked and turning parts of her body to see if she had cleaned herself well.

Her ears were tickled, mouth dug into to make sure she brushed, nipples twisted to stiffness to ensure she was ready, and legs spread so we could see if it was properly shaved.

Our underwear came off together and we returned to the chair.

Hulk: ‘You can start with mine.’

He lit a cigarette as she came over, kneeling between his legs and taking his cock into her mouth. While she worked, we introduced ourselves and picked on a topic I’ve planned.

Me: ‘How shall we start after she’s done?’
Iron Man: ‘I want to continue using her mouth can?’
Me: ‘Can. And Hulk?’
Hulk: ‘I’m going to start fucking her if you don’t mind.’
Me: ‘Alright. And I guess I’ll have to keep her hands busy. Oh. Maybe we can try DP. Iron Man never done it before right?’
Iron Man: ‘Nope. Hope it’s nicer than normal sex.’

Being the youngest guy among us, he was attached to a loving girlfriend. But never had any chance to do anything out of the world. Surely, anal would be something new.

Hulk: ‘Move on. I’m done.’

Kathy crawled to me and continued sucking, while Hulk went into the toilet to wash and get a condom. Kathy was totally insignificant in our conversation, only required to keep us hard. After two minutes, I had enough and passed her to Iron Man.

He started groaning as she went down on him and we could tell he was the most excited.

Hulk: ‘Iron Man, go to the bed and let her continue.’

He brought her to the bed and Kathy remained in doggy, slurping wetly on his iron-cock. Hulk went behind her and fingered her pussy, ensuring that she was wet enough so it wouldn’t hurt. By the bed was a few bottles of liquid, lubricants and massage oil in case we needed them.

Iron Man: ‘Kathy, you okay?’
Me: ‘Eh. Don’t need to ask her anything. Just lie down and enjoy.’

Kathy moaned louder when she felt Hulk’s tool penetrate her pussy, sinking in like a long sword. Her legs almost slid open flat but Hulk held her waist. As for me, I sat beside Iron to get her handjob, clumsily trying to focus on the one dick her teeth might hurt.

Hulk’s forceful thrusts jerked her onto Iron Man’s dick, giving him the deep throat he wasn’t ready for. Every stroke was wetter and deeper, causing Iron Man to groan uncontrollably.

Me: ‘Your girlfriend don’t do this for you?’
Iron Man: ‘She only suck for a while. Then we will have normal sex.’
Hulk: ‘My wife.. she’s not as tight as Kathy.. ‘

He was squeezing her ass hard as his hips pumped, finally hearing some moans with the dick in Kathy’s mouth.

Hulk: ‘Iron Man, let’s stop for a while. Turn her around. I want to feel her boobs this time.’

The three of us turned her head to the foot of the bed, dangling her neck over the edge. Hulk sat on her chest with his dick in her cleavage and I squatted at her mouth. While Iron Man took his time to put on the condom, the two older guys (Hulk and I) started. I was fucking her deep throat like missionary and Hulk was playing with her breasts mercilessly. He had rubbed some Durex warming lubricant for the boob-job and he was enjoying thoroughly.

Hulk: ‘If only my wife has her boobs.’
Me: ‘Are you in yet Iron Man?’
Iron Man: ‘Now now.’

The parting of her lips signalled the extra pleasure at her groin. Iron was pounding her so hard that the both of us above her waist lost all momentum. As usual, his groans overpowered our voices and her throat just kept squeezing erratically on my dick head.

A few minutes later, I pulled out first to let her breath, and the two guys stopped shortly after.

Hulk: ‘Iron Man! Ready for the DP?’
Iron Man: ‘I’m afraid I’ll cum too fast.’
Me: ‘Nevermind la. I think I’m going to cum soon too.’

Kathy was never given the chance to speak since she was panting most of the time. She was looking so tired that her sluggish movements could not pick herself up. I laid on the bed and Kathy climbed over me. She had done the job of putting myself inside her and Iron kneeled behind her.

A few moments of silence later, her face squinted hard as Iron Man grunted, plus a thumbs up from Hulk who guided him in. Hulk came over to my head and leaned on the wall, balls right in front of me.

Hulk: ‘Pai seh ah. Might as well do TP – triple penetration.’

Hulk pulled Kathy’s mouth over his dick and left her alone. Both Hulk and I then coincidentally told Iron Man the same thing.

Hulk & Me: ‘You’ll be controlling the speed.’

We fist-bumped and Iron Man started thrusting. Slowly but deeply, the thin wall that separated our dicks got super slippery. It only took him a while to reach his comfortable speed and Kathy was full of moans from the three dicks.

Her pussy was overwhelmingly tight on my dick and her anus was overbearing for Iron Man. His sudden screams of vulgarities said it all. Hulk had his own share of fun by holding her head straight, body jerking by Iron Man’s sheer force.

Iron (shouting): ‘You’re so fucking tight!’
Hulk: ‘You are trying to suck me dry huh little bitch?’

I was long out of my mind from her tightness that was turning my vision white. My brains had flashes of numbness and I bet the two of them felt the same too. Hulk’s wobbling feet and Iron’s increasing frequent pauses.

Iron Man (shouting): ‘I’m going to cum guys!’
Hulk: ‘Hey! Let’s cum together?’
Me: ‘Good idea.’

Iron Man went on pumping at his max speed for a while more before slowing down. The three of us, now breathless and super horny, couldn’t wait to get out of her crazy body that was trying to addict us.

We surrounded her on the bed and Hulk went back to her pussy. Both Iron Man’s and my dick were in her hands, stroking us at unbelievable pace. We aimed our dicks at her face and let her carry on.

Close to three minutes later, Hulk suddenly let his dick flick out and waded over to her chest. Another few jerks of his own rod sent hot cum spraying all over her face. Iron and I took her hands off our meat too and jerked till our load covered her face in a cum-mask.

Me: ‘This is crazy man.’
Iron Man: ‘Let’s help her clean up. She can’t see.’

Hulk walked over with her panties and placed it in her hand, where she tried to soak up the impossibly thick coat of semen. Once she could open her eyes, we ordered her to smear the cum over her body, while we watched on our chairs.

Me: ‘Kathy, help us clean up with your mouth.’

With cum in her hair and all over her face, she came over to us one by one and sucked up all the juices over our dicks. After she was done, we allowed her into the bathroom while we wore our clothes back.

Hulk: ‘Kathy, we have asked Master A to come up here for the rest of the night. The three of us booked this room for you.’
Me: ‘Let’s not forget to give her a review. Iron Man first?’
Iron Man: ‘I can tell her mouth was well-trained, but her teeth still scraped my dick a few times. Ass wise, tight and seldom used. Not for beginners like me.’

Hulk: ‘She’s a good sex slave to own at home. And even better for gatherings like this. Her mouth had a lot of training, and pussy lots of fucking. Not too tight that I will cum too fast, a nice fit for long, insane sex. Oh! And her boobs. Soft and addictive. If only I can cut them off.’

Me: ‘Haha. Crazy Hulk huh? Kathy actually kept her pussy squeezed throughout the whole session. Her hands need more practice though, too easily distracted. Mouth wise, mindblowing. I would not mind paying her for blowjobs. Probably worth $50.’

The three of us thanked each other before picking up our bags. We handed over the card key to Kathy and left together, unmasking at the first trashcan we saw in the corridor.

Kathy (WhatsApp): ‘Thanks Master J for organising it. You guys really make me feel like a pet. Hulk was really big, and Iron Man’s dick is really cute. Smaller but super energetic. And for Master J, I know which one is yours.’
Me (WhatsApp): ‘I’ll let the guys know. Master A is coming up now. Get ready. I’ll send you the videos once I edited them.’
Kathy (WhatsApp): ‘Xoxo!’

One Pet for Two

This story is written for a fellow blogger, Kathy, who writes and share pictures of her endowed figure on the blog, Kathy’s Diary, which is now defunct. This story has appeared on her blog, and is my turn to publish it for those who missed it.

A Pet – I’ve always wanted to know how does having a pet would feel like. Would it be a total domination? Or will my own principles stop be from being too inhumane?

When Kathy sent an email to me about an opportunity to understand a mind like hers, I felt more curious than excited. It was the ‘hopefulness’ of owning a pet, nor getting the experience of controlling one, but rather, the mindset and mental state of one.

Kathy (Whatsapp): ‘Hotel 81, Princess, tonight at 4pm?’

Me (Whatsapp): ‘Yeah. I’m about to head out now.’

Upon reaching the hotel, I checked into the room to see the lock engaged to keep the door ajar. Entering it showed me a little more of the (helpless?) daring state of Kathy, wearing just her bra and panties lying on the bed.

An open laptop on the small dresser was facing her, streaming live feed to a frame where only the chest of a male was showing.

Kathy: ‘Master A wanted to help too. So he will be watching.’

Me: ‘So it will be like live porn?’

Kathy: ‘Yeah. I’m to.. listen to his command if you are too shy.’

Me: ‘Have you done this before?’

Kathy: ‘On camera, yes. But live, no. And you’re the first guy he allowed to touch me after he owns me.’

Having no idea on how to start, I only dropped my bag in a corner, and set up my own camera in video recording mode on the keyboard area of the laptop.

Me: ‘I haven’t really.. umm.. been invited to such stuff.’

A pair of hand started typing in the webcam feed and I was able to read it.

I’ll tell her what to do. Master J, can you ask Kathy to wear to earpiece?

I told her his wish and she tucked her hair behind her ear to stick a bluetooth headset in. A moment of silence later, she moved herself to one side of the bed and flipped the blanket open for me to join her. As I got all snuggly next to her, she removed her panties and brought a carrot between her legs.

Teasing her own pussy, one of her hands came over to my dick, fondling it as moans escaped her mouth. It seemed that Master A had never allowed pleasure to just be a one-way thing, making sure I was getting all heated up at the same time. Soon, the carrot was sliding in and out of her, and the handjob got more intense.

Me (moaning): ‘Do you like being a pet?’

Kathy (moaning): ‘I like to please Master, even if it means giving in to him all the time.’

Me: ‘What do you get out of it?’

Kathy (moaning): ‘He.. ahh.. he wants me to be less selfish. So I listen to him. He is actually helping me to control myself. If not, I’ll just be.. ahh!’

Her body shook gently and I knew she came while answering my question. Since I was supposed to be telling her what to do, it’s time for me to get started too.

Me: ‘Okay. Lie down in front of me, I want your mouth nearby.’

She gladly did it and was all ready to work her neck. Once she was lying on my thigh with her legs opened sideways, carrot still thrusting, I handed out my second command.

Me: ‘Keep your mouth near my dick. And continue with that carrot.’

Kathy: ‘You want me to suck it?’

Me: ‘You’ll be punished if you do it.’

Kathy: ‘You mean if I don’t do it?’

Me: ‘Nope. You heard it right. Go on.’

I kept her mouth hovering over my dick, ignoring the occasional contact of her lips on my rod, while she pumped the veggie deeper and faster, to get to the next orgasm. It was all but interesting to see how she held herself back from giving what that desperate dick in front of her wanted, and that orgasm almost caused her to lose balance and disobeyed.

Me: ‘Came? Good. Kneel in front of me now, and let the carrot slide out of your pussy. I only want you to keep the tip inside.’

She no longer questioned me and went to work. From her unwilling fidgeting, it was harder than ‘not sucking the dick in front of you’. A light tap on her head sent her mouth over my shaft, sucking me as she held her butt away from her feet. A few times the carrot fell out, but she got it back to where I told her. And for the other few times that the carrot caused a moan from her, I would push her head down into my groin and hold it to suffocate her a bit.

Me: ‘Okay. Now you understand the difference between Master A and J?’

The red-eye girl nodded faithfully and looking at the laptop, a thumbs up was in front of the naked chest.

Me: ‘Now, I want you to lie down.’

She took my position on the bed and readjusted her so she was sitting up towards me. I sat in front of her and my dick was inches away from her, so close yet all she could felt was the accidental brushes I made on her clit. After I kickstarted the handjob, she went at it, unknowingly pulling me closer and closer to her.

Me: ‘You want it inside?’

Kathy: ‘Yeah. Can I?’

I guided her back onto the bed and moved my hips closer, raw flesh touching the wet folds of meat. There was almost an invisible force drawing me right in. I let her pull my rod in and her legs docked me tightly.

We did not spend any time savouring the fit and began fucking, thrusting my dick in and out of Kathy. To make up for the size, I went as fast as I could from the beginning, sending her into screams as it licked her ‘top’ of her vagina continuously.

I was at the mercy of her wetness too, negating all the friction and human limits. While she was moaning in pleasure, I was grunting in agony of the speed I was solely responsible for.

We lasted for about ten minutes, before it was too tiring for me and I stopped. The hyped up Kathy was trying to put ‘me’ back when I had to stop her verbally.

Me: ‘No. No more. I want you to suck me off.’

I stood by the bed and turned the webcam into our direction, as she energetically sat down with legs wide open.

Me: ‘You can use the carrot for now.’

As soon as the carrot was in, her mouth was at where it belonged too. Slurping hungrily, all I needed to do was to relax. The tongue kept spreading saliva around and she found the comfortable tempo to go all the way.

Minutes of the fast and furious oral sex pushed me to my toes and I was at the verge of cumming for almost a minute straight.

Me: ‘I’m going to cum. Take it all in.’

Her lips squeezed tighter together and at that moment, my balls rapidly contracted, blowing my load into her mouth that was sucking as I came. One of her hand kept teasing my balls and the other was around my butt, pulling me closer to reach the base of my shaft.

After some time, I was totally drained both mentally and physically. Kathy got off my dick after I told her to and the carrot was just sliding in and out of her slowly.

Me: ‘Cum another time for me. I’m pleased with your performance.’

She masturbated herself to another orgasm, before throwing the carrot into the bin. The webcam went dark and it was just me and her in the room.

Kathy: ‘Can I suck you off again?’

Me: ‘He’s not here anymore.’

Kathy: ‘I know. It’s the first time he allowed me to do with someone else. So I want to make it worthwhile.’

By then, I was all soft, but the diligent lady did not give up. This time, I laid on the bed and she bent over to take my dick once again into her mouth. By then, I was exhausted, and her lips and tongue worked differently. It was slow, sensual and attentive.

Beyond my hardness, her delicateness stroked the most sensitive parts til I came again, harder and much more than the first. She took every drop into her mouth without a flinch, swallowing it before my eyes once she was done.

Me: ‘Is he coming up for you?’

Kathy: ‘Nope. He is at home. I’m going off too.’

She led me into the narrow standing shower and cleaned me up, making me feel like a kid washed by an adult. We left the hotel together and I could only feel proud when eyes were set on her, the well-endowed body with 36C firmly stuck on her chest.

Kathy: ‘I want to meet you again if he allows.’

Me: ‘Me too. You’re a nice pet.’

We boarded the same bus and on the upper deck, I took out the gift I almost forgotten. It was a Benwa Ball set that I had excess stock off. Immediately, she removed the packaging and inserted it under her dress, panties stretched out of the way. It tingled her then-sensitive pussy and kept her smiling till she alighted.

Kathy: ‘Master will be happy knowing that I enjoyed myself. Thank you Master J.’

As of now, we have been text till her husband needs her. That being his turn to get some of the love she showed to us through the photos on her blog.

A Little Monster

Me: ‘Amy, you have not tried this before right?’
Amy: ‘What? I can’t even see anything.’

A strap fell over her thighs and she remained still while I tied her legs opened. Her hands were free but she wasn’t going to do anything with them, except maybe to hang on for her dear life for what’s about to come.

I disappeared from the bed for a moment and returned with my Dremel, outfitting a thin dildo to the rotary head. The lights came on and blinded her for a few seconds, but the expression that appeared on her face was more of a shock than surprise.

Amy: ‘What’s that?!’
Me: ‘A little DIY project? It will spin and thrust at the same time. I ordered this from some 3D printer company online.’
Amy: ‘It’s supposed to be a construction tool of some kind right? Oh my god.. ‘

Her legs wide opened, I teased her clit for a while and the dildo went in easily. Her grip tightened on the old wooden headboard as she felt me pushing the handheld motor a few times, trying hard to keep her face straight before the real action began.

Amy: ‘You’re not going to turn off the lights?’
Me: ‘I want to see you.’

As the Dremel cannot be operated with one hand, I ended the short foreplay and pushed the switch to ‘1’. The spinning of the ribbed vibrator was slow (in comparison to its max speed), and it got her moans started.

Though it was loud, there was no one else at home. It was just me, her and the harmless looking Dremel. The thrust-motion was actually a physical attachment at the connector head, two sets of ‘teeth’ enabled it to make those ever short jerks. Thankfully for the ball-bearings, if not my arm would be vibrated off before she could get a orgasm.

Once it was running, my thumb was all it needed to get it to speed ‘2’, and Amy began to go into a fit. Imagine her body lying still, but the toy piercing into her kept thrusting. Juices leaked like a broken tap all over the bed but the moans she made was worth it.

Her eyes rolled white and fists stayed clenched, at the mercy of the Dremel going into speed ‘5’. The well-endowed girl suddenly looked pitiful, and I wasn’t going to stop.

Amy (shouting): ‘J!!! I’m going weak!’

Those were the last words from her as she sank into limbo, body trembling peaceful as the machine whined away. I had kept the whole set up as deep as she could take, with an inch or so of grace.

After I noticed the tears coming out of her eyes, the Dremel was shut off immediately and placed out of the way.

Me: ‘Hey! Are you okay?’
Amy (answering weakly): ‘Yeah. I’m still climaxing.. ‘

Her body did not stop shaking till five minutes later, when her soft hand went around my dick. Throughout the slow jerking, there were moments of pause. She would tell me that she came even when I did not touch her down there anymore.

Packing up the bed and loosening the straps, she appeared too tired to be up for anything else. In my mind, I was pleased with her getting too much pleasure. That’s a perk from being with someone who DIYs a bit right?

We fell asleep together shortly after, and when her fingers went around my dick again, it was time to wake up. She had lowered herself to my waist level and the opening of her mouth dropped me back on the pillow.

Her warm jaws took me in and worked up and down the shaft, sending waves of pleasure across my body. Midway, another pause came and she was moaning as though an orgasm had occurred.

Amy: ‘Shit. I think I just came again. I can still feel the toy inside me.’

Too distraught, a handjob finished my share of fun in her mouth and she climbed back into bed.

Me (whispering): ‘Let’s get dressed. It’s getting late.’

The momentary freezes came randomly beyond our understanding, but it got her hugging my arm with it happened.

After she reached home, there was no more messages from her till the next day.

Amy (WhatsApp): ‘J, I didn’t sleep much last night. I can’t stop cumming with I think about the drill. And the orgasms kept happening even though I didn’t do anything.’
Me (WhatsApp): ‘Let’s not use that again. I think it’s too powerful.’
Amy (WhatsApp): ‘Noooo.. I like it! Again tonight? I’m going to cum in the bus right now. Argh!’

The next call I received from her was from the toilet at her office. She masturbated and came while whispering my name, clearly enjoying the (un)wanted orgasms she got at random times of the day.

Did I awaken something inside her with that Dremel of mine?

Absent Panties

Michael (shouting): ‘LIFT YOUR DRESS UP!’

Shivering in fear, the skinny, malnourished girl raised her clenched fist holding the edge of her partially see-through white dress, and a bare ass revealed itself without a hint of a g-string on it.

Michael: ‘You went out without panties again. You know where to stand right?’

His hand reached behind the sofa and a rattan cane with a yellow J handle appeared. Melissa held the centre of her dress in front of her stomach and turned herself sideways, between Michael’s legs. He tested the flexibility of the cane by making a few strokes in the air, each wave swooshing louder than the previous.

He casually pried one of her ass cheeks open and saw the silver buttplug intact, mentally reducing her sentence.

Michael: ‘Ready!’


He waited for three seconds for the pink line to show itself on her butt, and a snot of her nose came softly. The second and third took as long but his eyes were on her legs. He had held one of her thighs with his huge palm to keep her from moving, partly to swing his cane on the same line. The pain travelling up her spine merely multiplied as he counted to six, and a wet trail seeped into his fingers.

Michael: ‘I will increase the strokes if you do it again.’

She nodded with fear and turned towards him, holding the waistband of his shorts while he stood up. In a moment, he was naked and his closed legs signified only one thing. She climbed onto the sofa with one knee and went over his lap, pussy dripping clear, white liquid over his dick while she did that.

His dick gave her the first inch and the rest of it came when he pushed her hips down, flattening the sore ass on his legs. The pain could only be relieved by the pleasure that was shooting through her pussy, through a grinding motion that got her moaning.

Michael was pleased with her enthusiasm, riding his long dick while she eased the pain. Nonetheless, every second on her butt reminded her of why she went pantyless in the first place.

Michael: ‘Let’s change to doggy.’

The teary-eyed girl went on her fours on the sofa, senses too messed up to pay any attention to the TV. He forced his rod into her pussy and came in full contact with the freshly inflicted brusies, ramming continuously to her mixed cries.

A part of her was in pleasure, and the other kept fighting to tell her that the pain was more serious than getting fucked right then. Powerless, the pain mysteriously got ‘pulled’ into her pussy, amplifying the orgasms that came shortly after they got into doggie.

Each climax rendered her weaker as her chest touched the couch, ass bouncing his dick that was stabbing her non-stop. Tears started flowing more uncontrollably as he increased his speed, groaning in ecstasy at the expense of the abused little girl.

Michael (whispering): ‘Feeding time.’

She obediently crawled away and waited for him to return to his seat, before bending her back over his lap. Mouth positioned in front of his dick, he pulled her head towards his dick and bounced her like a basketball.

Keeping her lips tightly pressed together, it was the second ‘meal’ of her day. Barely filling, but that was all she was allowed to have at home. The low pitch of his groans came increasingly faster, and her throat was beginning to get less choking from the speed boost.

The moment her face got buried in his groin, she knew it was coming. His dick swelled up like a meat pipe and the huge load of cum overflowed the tip, collecting behind her sealed lips. With some of it stuck midway in her throat, the relieve came when he tapped her head, allowing her to finally take it out.

Two prominent loud gulps cleared her mouth and she went back to clean his manhood up with her mouth. Going back into her room, a nightgown replaced her white dress and the buttplug was washed and returned to its spot. Lying on the bed, thoughts of her outfit the next day kept her awake, for her wardrobe only had short, revealing dresses and skirts never meant to wear in any educational institute.

Melissa (WhatsApp): ‘Katlin, can you bring your jacket for me tomorrow?’
Kaylin (WhatsApp): ‘Katlin’s getting fucked right now, but I’ll pass your message along.’

Her classmate, is also a slave, but under a different master. A slave who is in chains and locks all the time, who luckily owns many jackets and clothes that hid her fetishes well. On a daily basis, Melissa would pass her panties to her and a jacket would be loaned to her in exchange. One of them loved to get caned, and the other, to be dangerously exposing her restraints without a pullover.

Foreign Connection

Girl: ‘Excuse me, are you guys hiring?’
Me: ‘Yeah! Are you interested?’
Girl: ‘I am. But do you guys need any educational qualifications?’
Me: ‘Not really. Do you have an ID or passport?’

She fished her wallet out from her tote bag and handed her blue IC to me. Emma, 1991, U.S.A. Frankly speaking, I had no idea why she chose to apply for work here, so I had to ask.

Girl: ‘To be honest, I was adopted by a family whose agenda was for me to work as a sex slave. There were five of us around my age. When they were training us to perform and do those dirty acts, I managed to escape. Since they cannot report me knowing what they have done. I need a job, so I can get a place to stay.’
Me: ‘Have you gone to the police?’
Emma: ‘No. I’m actually grateful to have a citizenship here. It’s just sad that no one suspected how wide-spread this is because of the nice image Singapore portrayed.’

I made a call to boss without the specifics, and she was allowed to start immediately. As it was a non-working day for housekeeping, she finished her work quickly from the experiences she got at home, practically done every chore herself.

Just as I finished carrying the cartons of soft drinks into the storage, she creeped up behind me and hugged me.

Emma (whispering): ‘Thank you.’
Me: ‘Hey. It’s cool. Boss agreed. So I guess you’re in.’
Emma: ‘No really. I’m very grateful. Can I repay you for the favour?’
Me: ‘Of course, how about taking the morning shifts so I can come in later?’

Her fingers wriggled into my jeans and I immediately took her hand out. That wasn’t how I pictured ‘favour’ to be, and she’s probably just working here till she found a better place. I couldn’t bring myself to make any physical promises.

The 1.6m girl pushed me up the racks once I turned around, forcing herself on my neck, breathing and pecking while her hands ran up my shirt. I pushed her back with ease and she fell on her butt, where I then quickly carried her up and returned to the bar.

Emma: ‘Why wouldn’t you want it? I thought guys would not turn down any sexed-up girls.’
Me: ‘Look. This is where I work, and you’re my colleague. No matter what background you come from, I got you the job you needed to turn your life around. I’m not going to ruin it here.’

Standing a few feet away, she raised her tank top over her head and a pink strapless bra hid her assets. A quickly motion with her hands behind her back dropped the bra and her shorts were tugged down her skinny legs before I could pick her shirt up.

Emma (whispering): ‘You’ve given me a chance. And.. I made a promise to myself. That I’ll belong to anyone who helped me start a new life. I’m just grateful it’s you.’

Helpless, I let her undo my belt and jeans, shirt coming off easily as I did not resist. This girl had been hurt enough, and perhaps through the next part, I could show her the way out.

After I was naked, I stopped her before she got down on her knees.

Emma: ‘Want me to do something else?’
Me: ‘Help me open the sofa bed.’

As if it was normal, we opened the sofa up and laid on the mattress, with her hands roaming all over my body.

Emma: ‘Shall I suck first?’
Me: ‘Nope.’

I turned on my sides and kissed her, frenching with just the tip of my tongue while she tried to make it wilder. Holding myself back, I did not let it turn into a tongue fight, kissing passionately while my fingers dived between her legs.

Emma (whispering): ‘This is awesome. I’ve never kissed like that.’

As I sunk my finger into her pussy, her hips twitched and her lips parted from mine. Turning all the attention to her pussy, she took my other hand and sucked on the fingers.

Emma (moaning): ‘Touch me like that.. I love it.’

Her hands too, had reached my dick and began pumping it to its full size. After a while, I stopped the petting and rotated myself around. So I was lying on her thigh and she was lying on mine. Playfully working my tongue on her clit, she took my dick in her mouth and sucked on it gently. It was as though she was sucking a tube of toufu. So delicate, yet confidently.

That sexy scent of body wash at her crotch was unforgettable. She looked so clean without a single bit of hair and the smoothness.. her pubs were permanently removed. Once I heard the choking sounds, her head was pushed out of the way and I returned to the proper position on the bed.

Emma: ‘Can I go first this time?’

I gave a short chin-up shake of my head and she climbed on top, looking all pretty with her blonde, brownish hair combed behind her ears.

Emma: ‘Do you happen to have.. a condom?’

I pointed to my bag by the side and she dragged it to me, where that silver wrapped protection was taken out from my wallet. She held the rubber loop outside her pussy and sat over my dick, stretching the condom as she slowly slid over me.

Emma: ‘Nice and tight. You fit comfortably inside me.. ‘

Once I made sure the condom was in place, the excited new staff began riding me, rocking her hips with her hands on her thighs, enjoying herself. In between one of her orgasms, she laid on my chest and told me her ambition.

Emma (whispering): ‘I’m going to be your little girl.’

After a while, I got her off me and made her lie missionary, legs lifted to her waist and pushed onto the bed. Piercing my dick slowly into her, every inch of her vagina can be felt squeezing me bit by bit. Unable to comprehend my delay, her feet was trying to hurry me up.

As soon I was inside, she was wishing for me to stop. Pounding loudly with echoes around the cafe, her legs couldn’t be spread any wider. I was so deep into her her eyes constantly rolled white, screaming untold pleasures into the air.

Emma: ‘I’m cumming again.. oh noooo.. ‘

A powerful jet of cum squirted onto my abs, pouring freely onto the floor. Her pussy went into shock and closed itself to a point I couldn’t pull out. Since I was stuck, I continued ramming her feeble body, till she felt my rod harden.

Emma: ‘You’re gonna cum with me!’

I pulled out suddenly and she held my arms desperately, pleading for me to put it back in.

Me: ‘Am I going to cum with you?’
Emma: ‘Sorry master. You can cum anytime and anywhere you want. I’ve long been addicted to sex since they began training me. Those long days of non-stop orgasms.. ‘
Me: ‘Where would you like me to cum?’
Emma: ‘Umm.. frankly, I’ve never seen cum before. They would make us imagine that water is cum, and filled us up with it, swallow it through a thick pipe, but I’ve never come in contact with any.’
Me: ‘On your hands then. Make this worth it.’

She went quiet and sat between my legs, rubbing her juices over her palms and began with the handjob. As I groaned in pleasure, she was exploring the different parts of my dick. Where to touch, where it got the most response, and how to get me to cum.

Five minutes past, and without any complains of tiredness, I was about to end too. Telling her about the progress, she pumped her fist faster, but holding on with a light grip. On and on she went, paying close attention to the balls that were in her fingers, and my body’s reaction.

Finally, she saw my belly tucking in and one of her hand cupped over the tip while the other continued jerking. The eruption surprised her as the warmth filled the grooves between her fingers, oozing for as long as she kept stroking.

Me: ‘It’s getting too sensitive Emma, let me go.’

She gradually slowed down and opened her hand, where the load of sticky cum got her curiosity. Giving it a lick, she smiled as I got more confused. Astonished, she slurped up my cum like half-boiled eggs, licking her palm as if it was that good.

Me: ‘It’s not salty or bitter?’
Emma: ‘It’s a little salty. I’ve had worse. They always told me it tasted like vinegar or raw eggs. I kinda like yours.’

She washed her hands thoroughly and came back to help me with my clothes. For the rest of the evening, we went shopping and dinner. After which she came over to my rented apartment, where we started spending the rest of our work stint having intense, passionate sex with each other.

Oh yes, she never got used to wearing panties no matter if she wore skirts or shorts. Which made everything easier whenever we saw a corner discreet enough for outdoor sex.

My Landlady’s Daughter

Nat: ‘Can you cook something for me to eat? I’m damn hungry. So sorry for troubling you.’

How could I reject her? Staying for almost a month at their place, the rent was the lowest. Apart from just hiding in my room, I got used to tidying up their house when they were out, and occasionally cooking with the family. I was after all given a tiny spot to store my chopping board and knives that no one knew how to use. I was grateful for them.

She stood beside me as I cut the chicken chops, marinated in teriyaki sauce in my designated section of the fridge. The aroma got her stomach growling even louder, and she placed her hand on my lower back, nudging my thoughts slightly awry.

Nat: ‘What’s inside?’
Me: ‘Soy sauce, mirin, ginger, sugar?’
Nat: ‘Is it suppose to be for yourself?’
Me: ‘For times when YOU are hungry!’

A cheerful laugh broke out and she took over the task of cooking the chicken, while I listlessly shook the pasta in a strainer. She was a normal 18 year old in a local poly, dressing decently when out and casually clothed at home in mostly t-shirts or singlets with tiny shorts at home.

Nat (screaming): ‘Oww!’

Hot oil had splattered on her and she used me as the shield. Now, it’s time to teach her something logical.

Me: ‘When hot oil splatters, we dodge. So the meat will chao ta (get burnt) on the pan. Be brave!’

I went behind her and held her hand, forcing her to bear with the pain and flip the meat onto the final side. Scraping the skin of the chicken, the crackle showed her it was all worth it. She held the hand I placed on her waist and squeezed it tightly, as the pain grew in her cooking hand.

Barely legal, she had a figure like her mum, slim and well-maintained. Years of dancing had given her that body to die for and I was out of her league to make my imagination come true.

Nat: ‘Hey J, you know? Most girls always want someone to cook for them. But I prefer this. Cooking with that someone. It makes the food more tasty.’

I laughed through my nose as she plated the chicken to rest, while I scooped the pasta over to soak up the remaining juices. Keeping my hand in hers, we swapped positions and she stood behind me while I cooked. The other hand came around me and I was in the midst of tasting a strand for doneness.

Nat: ‘I want to try too!’

She pinched the dangling strand from my mouth and turned me sideways to slurp it up, till our lips got dangerously close. Her chewing turned sensual as she slowed down, flipping the gas switch off behind me. Everything up to that instance pointed in a direction I knew we were heading to.

Nat (whispering): ‘It’s yummy.. like you.’

Breaking away from her seduction, I finished stacking the chicken on top of the noodles and she took it from me. Hand in hand, we made our way in her room and it was left ignored on her study desk. In embrace, we stripped each other down and I lifted her onto the desk, where she forked a mouthful of food while I sat on a foot stool between her legs.

Licking her abalone in short flicks, her body moved on its own. I just kept going till a strong shiver was felt and she had to stop eating. Picking me up by my cheeks, she placed me on her revolving chair and hopped onto the stool, going between my legs and tapped on the table’s edge where she left the plate.

In an instant, my dick disappeared into her mouth and I took a few bites of chicken, too distracted to really taste anything. As she was working her lips up and down my rod, a pair of silk ropes found their way into her hands and she tied me to the arm rest of the chair, loose enough for me to wriggle out of if I really wanted to escape.

Windows unblinded, she was not bothered by it. She shifted the plate away and bent over the table, lowering her pussy down my cock as she clenched her fist by the edge. With both legs together, she was tight beyond description.

In no time, she had turned into the little bunny, bouncing on my lap and moaning as though the windows are drawn. Fully naked, I was left to admire her back view while feeling her pussy squeeze my rod dead, occasionally grinding her butt left and right to wake me up.

Before I knew it, I had to free myself and kept her seated on my lap as we moved to the bed. Staying connected for the whole position change, I kneeled behind her opened legs and hammered her mercilessly. It was pure sex that we had, perspiring onto each others’ body as we pounded.

After a long while of doggie sex, she turned onto her back and I pushed both her legs close to her chest. That fair skinned pussy stared right at me and I filled her up with my dick once again, thrusting the life out of her as she begged for me to be gentle. It wasn’t her legs that were aching, but the sensitivity of her pussy that had her clit exposed.

It was being tortured by my prickly groin non-stop. I tied her hands together during a short pause and she gave up control to whatever position I put her in.

Me: ‘Are you okay? I’ll not tie you up anymore k?’

Part of me got worried. But what she said.. I was overthinking.

Nat: ‘No don’t. I tied you up so you will tie me. I have been fantasising about this for a long time now.’

I regained my composure to pump her for another few minutes before she was too much for me to hold in. We were doing it raw and I didn’t want to risk anything. Readjusting her body to lie sideway, I held her head against two pillows and sank my dick in.

Next up was mouth fuck. I buried my dick at her cheek and went on for at least five minutes. She was all willing and smiling whenever I slowed down to look at her. Time is up.

Me: ‘I’ll cum in your mouth k?’
Nat: ‘Don’t need to tell me. Just shoot anywhere you want. As long as you let me help you finish it.’

Suddenly, a eureka moment came. I stopped and sat in front of her eyes, jerking myself to her helplessness.

Nat (frantic): ‘Hey! What are you doing?!’
Me: ‘Just torturing you a little?’

She got on her knees and pushed me down with her head, swallowing my dick whole and I bounced her head on my lap. A strong suction with lots of tongue action, got me squirming in a minute. Every time I tried to lift her away, she could bite. So I had no choice.

Drawing every bit of cum in me, she only let go when I went quiet in exhaustion. Seeing her in that pitiful state, I replaced her on the bed and fed her what’s left on the plate. When I was about to untie her, she dodged.

Nat (whispering): ‘Don’t take it off. I like it this way.’

We fell asleep on her bed naked and the next thing I knew that woke me up, were her hands checking if I was asleep. Well, how could I be still asleep when it was up?

My landlady’s daughter had been in bounds (at home) since we started, and she became the most obedient girl any master could have. Not that I am into anything extreme, but to have someone to please when I get home, was what I liked. In return, she would sneak into my room when her mum was asleep, or drag me out to the corridor when her mum was awake to have those quickies we never got enough of.

Too Well-Trained

Denise: ‘Hey, you’re home.’

The lingerie-clad girl ran over to Cedric, whom kicked his shoes to a side to let her tidy them together. Placing one foot on her knee, she pulled those smelly socks off one by one and standing up to receive his bag. Since their marriage, Cedric had trained her to be his personal slave with an additional job of child-bearing. Now one year into her ‘training’, she had been groomed to his methods without getting scolded.

Sitting tiredly at their Italian designed dining table, she stood behind him to remove his shirt, before fetching his dinner on a tray. As he began eating, she crawled under the table and undid his belt, tugging his bottoms off along with his underwear once he raised his body. On her knees, she kept a close watch till he finished his meal, and proceeded to wrap her lips around his dick, sucking till he was in full size and sitting relaxed.

Cedric: ‘Let’s shower.’

She stopped her blowjob and went into their bedroom, turning on the switch for the heater while she stripped herself naked. The both of them went in for his shower and she covered herself in soap before body-sliding on him, cleansing his sweaty body with hers. Paying extra attention to his dick, her hand did not leave that rod while she lathered him. In less than ten minutes, he was cleaned and made their way to the bed where his laptop sat on a bed-top wooden stand for him to work a little more.

As soon as she slipped on the Thursday nightgown, she went to his groin and continued the blowjob, keeping him focused while he finished the last bit of the email he did not finish typing while at work.

Cedric: ‘Use the dildo on yourself first.’

The obedient wife opened the drawer by the bedside desk and sat with her legs opened, thrusting that rubber toy to moan for him to hear. Being a guy used to her voice, he did not get any hornier. Instead, he placed the laptop webcam in video recording mode and aimed it at her, which spurred her to enter a ‘pornstar’ mode to perform.

Denise: ‘You want to have sex today? Or just suck you off?’

Cedric: ‘Let’s fuck tonight. I am not tired yet.’

A smile appeared across her face and she turned herself around into doggie, where his dick spontaneously plunged into her pussy. The comfortable size of his dick flooded her mind with lust and her voice turned sweeter as he rammed really deep.

After just a few minutes, Cedric commanded her to take over and moved their bodies back onto the bed, where he laid with pillows behind his back and her pussy still over his dick. Bouncing just her hips, slapping sounds reflected her desire to please and his dick just stood upright for her to climax. That ten minutes she took to came twice felt really short but Cedric was suggesting her to ride him cowgirl style.

Excited with the thoughts of being able to watch her master’s expression, she continued slamming her pussy over his dick, while letting him grab her breasts till they were sore. She was his to play, and use, and fuck, and command. Everything she did was for him, but never once did she felt lost, cause she knew her job well.

Cedric: ‘I’m about to cum now. You can choose where you want to receive it.’

Denise: ‘Can you pump me in missionary? I want to hug you and.. ‘

Cedric: ‘Alright.’

She waited for him to free her space and laid down anticipating his love. Once his dick pierced into her body, her legs went around his back and she pulled him near enough for a kiss. To be filled with a penis from a guy she loved, exchanging saliva with tongues touching, her pussy grew tighter from this expression of love.

Cedric had felt her commitment and was slightly softened by her sacrifices she made for him. Pumping faster and deeper, his wife broke out in groans and he placed her feet together, further increasing the pressure on his manhood. In turn, the full length of her love hole was sent into hyper-sensitive mode which made her orgasms fire away like a machine gun.

Time was running out for him as well, being in a tight position, he did not bother to hold himself in any longer. Right before he came, he opened her legs and pinned her down with his body, pecking down her neck till her nipple was between his teeth. That ejaculation came together with her climax, pushing her over the limit as her nipple stiffened to his nibbles.

For the first time, she squirted so hard her body went berserk, thrashing around for almost three minutes. His cum kept pouring into her contracting pussy like there was no end to it. It was truly a round of sex he would never forget, drained to a point he felt so refreshed.

Cedric felt super tired but was taken aback by the pleasant suprise, a sign of his good stamina, and how happy he made her. Deep within that steel, powerful control, was a heart made of pure gold, soft but dense.

He left her lying on the dryer part of the bed while he blew dry the wetter part. By the time she recovered her energy, the lights were out, and he was snoring softly in sleep. The images of them making love kept appearing in her head, till she lost control and went under the blanket, to suck him off another round.

The next morning, her moans woke him up and he turned towards Denise to see her dipping her favourite dildo into her pussy.

Denise (whispering): ‘Good morning dear.’

Cedric: ‘Morning.’

He went to the dining where the box of cereal awaits with the jug of milk in an ice bath. As he started his day with the American style breakfast, Denise was having her breakfast under the table, right between his legs. Asian sausage, is that right?

Somehow, the method he ‘raised’ her had accidentally made her so sexually active she would milk him at each possible moment. Sometimes, Cedric wondered if his guidance had gone too far. How could he work when his wife always starts his day with a draining blowjob and ends his day with intense, desperate sex? Perhaps it’s time to rent his wife out again, not like he has not done it before.