Tickling Kitty

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Kitty was at her last day of school before the holidays and she daringly wore just a purple tube bra, and a pair of laced panties under her uniform. Without Master’s instructions, she had to keep the bullet vibrator inside her and the controller tied to her wallet. Once in a while, those playful friends of hers would be curious about it and click on it, which generated some unwanted buzzing in her panties.

A few of those guys in the class loved teasing girls, especially the two girls which everyone knew as ‘sluts’. Their short skirts, translucent tops, and sometimes flashing shamelessly to those guys they wanted as their toy boys. Rumours were nothing to them, but a few of the better behaving girls do envy them for their freedom and guts, though it’s bad publicity, having one wild time was all better than being that good girl for a life time.

Benjamin: ‘Jenny! So it’s holidays, want to be my girlfriend? Oh ya!! You still like the boy from next door right?’

Shawn: ‘Oh no. He’s sure going to make you all wet and high! Hehe.’

The two boys laughed as they proceeded on to disturb other girls. The boy next door was Aaron. An express student, with a quiet character but studious and pleasant, especially to girls. Any girls would loved him for being himself. He was very shy when it comes to initiating conversations, and that was exactly what attracted most girls. Kitty knew she lived near him, and there was something else in her that wanted him too. A last chance to strike! Kitty finally gathered enough courage to approach Aaron and asked if she could walk home with him, which he always did alone.

Given Jenny’s figure and jovial character, guys would usually be fantasizing and wanted more out of her, not only she didn’t allow, but she kept most of the good traits for guys that deserved her, like Aaron. The two of them turned towards the dense blocks of flats and Kitty suddenly caught his swinging hand. He stopped in his tracks immediately and ready to come up with an excuse or two about not being able to go into a relationship. Of course he couldn’t. Too many girls had tried it, and fights and quarrels had broke out.

Kitty: ‘Aaron, I’m not going to ask you to be my boyfriend. I just wanted to give you something. Okay?’

She led him up the flight of stairs to the house where Master first enslaved her. It was open, and there was no one inside. Kitty had asked Master for permission to bring him there and there was no reason Kitty shouldn’t enjoy a reward once in a while. Aaron sat on the bed with the constraints tucked away and Kitty stood before him, unbuttoning her top one button at a time, while the soft classical music in the background drowned the awkwardness for the moment. Peeling the sleeve off her shoulders, Aaron’s eyes stayed on her and the glitter in his eyes were more of admiration than lust. Her purple bra had attracted his attention for a while now, and now, he could feast his eyes on her tight little body. It matched her skin complexion very well.

Her skirt fell onto her ankles within seconds of unhooking and she held her ground firmly in her tube bra and panties.

Kitty: ‘Aaron, your turn?’

She reached out her hand and pulled him up while she took his seat on the bed. Without anywhere else to look, their eyes met as he removed his clothes too, down to his boxer brief. The seemingly small bulge did bother Kitty as she doubted her attractiveness. Soon, he was sitting beside her and the initiative part was next. Knowing how Aaron shy at such moments, Kitty took the lead and asked him to sit at the head of the bed. Sliding his boxers off his thighs, the sight was considered to be ‘shyly cute’ for her.

His foreskin loosely covered his really little bird, and it wasn’t even standing for her, that innocent huh? Smiling widely at him, she went down and pulled his foreskin back, revealing the pink flesh that poked its pee hole out to greet her. Kitty just bent forward and toyed his little pecker, till it grew to a size that she thought it was big. Standing at six inches, it was like magic. With the quick glances at his face, Kitty could see how shy yet lustful his thoughts were, trying to catch a glimpse of her mouth engulfing his throbbing manhood.

Peeking up at him, her mouth covered his dick and dived down. She went fast and slow, and deep and shallow, alternating between speeds and depth to find out which ones he liked most. Aaron was moaning non-stop and soon it got too intense for comfort.

Aaron: ‘Jenny! Can you go a little slower?’

Remembering the sensitivity of a virgin cock, she slowed down and took her time as she slurped her saliva up, before dripping all over his dick and slurping again, doing it over and over till he was ‘opened’. Aaron’s expression changed from a tensed, controlling one to a slightly more relaxed one, with smiles and the open-mouth-heavy-breathing orgasmic look. About ten minutes after the mind-blowing oral treat, Aaron lifted Jenny’s head and requested her to take his position at the front of the bed, while he explored her.

Pulling her lacy panties down her legs, the loop that stuck out of her vibrator popped out and Aaron pulled the toy away, shocked at the amount of juices that flowed out. Sticking her tongue out like a playful little girl, Aaron went down on her and licked the wetness off, only to realise more kept flowing as he did his job. After he quenched his thirst, his fingers shot into her without warning, making Kitty squeal as her muscles tightened around his fingers. Two fingers went in and Aaron began digging for more. His fingers were smooth and slender, yet he went fast and wild with his hooking stance, it was touching her G-spot at every stroke and her mind was already blank from the speed and the very fact her lover was the one fingering her.

Finally after getting close to fainting, Aaron had to stop too and fell onto the bed as he rested his arms and tongue. Kitty on the other hand, was exhausted from the two orgasms he miraculously gave her with many times sending her close to one, but kept her from cumming. She felt like he had been teasing her for about ten times, before letting her climax twice. Him being in a feeble state, Kitty jumped on him and positioned herself over him for direct penetration. Guiding his dick from her hand behind, it was parked at her entrance and Aaron had a regretful look on his face.


Pushing herself backwards onto him, his dick filled her pussy in mere seconds and her tightness had not even faded from the fingering. Aaron trembled as his cock was still very sensitive from her blowjob and couldn’t control his body at all. Without further ado, Kitty began riding back and forth over her prized virgin. Something was throbbing so hard in her, growing and spitting pre-cum at the same time, stimulating a different level of tightness that dangerously wrapped her vaginal walls around his dick.

Both Aaron and Kitty’s mind were fucking mentally too as they handed the controls over to instincts and if that is not enough, to the devil within them too. Her hips moved into automatic mode and his hips took just a few seconds to synchronise the up down movement for a deeper impact. With his pee hole hitting against her womb, her pussy retaliated by sending waves of squeezing motion up his shaft, planning to milk him dry of every drop of cum.

The cowgirl ride went on for as long as Aaron could hold on, but with Kitty’s control over her tightness, the duo went on for a good twenty minutes of frequent fainting incidents and sudden moans and screams from the frequent unexpected adrenaline speed boost.

Just as how Kitty surprised Aaron by pushing him over and raping him of his virginity, he kept going without telling Kitty as the brand new revolver spewed its first ever load of cum into a girl, until Kitty felt the warmth and the sudden filling of her pussy. Still dripping with cum out of her pussy, she kept going till Aaron stopped begging to stop and went silent. Finally done with her mission, she collapsed onto his body, fit with a little tummy. Almost falling asleep, a pair of hands suddenly grabbed her butt and pulled her to the sides of the bed.

Kitty (whispered): ‘Master.. ‘

He rested her upper body on the bed and legs closed on the floor, while plunging his dick into her cum-filled pussy and pounded away in doggie style. The strong, vigorous thrust of Master was a different league from Aaron’s, but they both had their good points and style, Kitty was pinned onto the bed by his strong hands. In front of her was Aaron’s flaccid dick with leftover cum dribbling over the tip onto his tummy, and Kitty was positioned close enough to lick it all up while being taken from her rear.

Having no time to change positions, Master unloaded his present for her into her mouth, and allowed Kitty to lick him clean before making his way out. As Master walked away, she hungrily slurped the drying cum off Aaron’s body and fell asleep with Aaron till evening – marking their end of school term.

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Kitty Plays

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Master went out on an adventure with kitty that public holiday, and instructed her to keep a distance from him unless he approached. Kitty had a vibrator bullet in her shorts pocket, and a dong in her tote bag then. Kitty went pantyless but wore a halter bra under a crop top, parading her slim waist with a navel piercing. In a slightly elavated heels, her long legs caught all the attention she could handle, blushing red cheeks completed her shy look.

The two walked around the mall full of teens and families, brushing pass many guys trying to get a piece of Kitty on her breasts, butt and legs. Buzz.. buzz.. Kitty phone rang and Master’s voice broke her lonliness.

Master: ‘Kitty, go to the toilet and try out the big toy. Stay on the line.’

Kitty turned into the next toilet available and went to a cubicle. Pulling her tight shorts off, her pussy was long awaiting for this moment. She opened her bag and took the toy out. Making use of the suction cup at the base of it, she secured it firmly onto the toilet cover and opened her legs over the toy, before sitting down slowly. It was her first time trying a toy this big, and the softness of the silicon dong made it slightly better as her pussy screamed to accommodate the size. Right at the base was the widest and Kitty just had to let off a sighing moan when she reached the bottom.

Master: ‘Good kitty. Now, ride and cum to your heart’s content.’

If such a command irritated you, you would expect to just pretend and slip pass him, but what if the voice claimed total control over you? Your mind? It would be as strong as a thought you can’t resist. It would be as instinctive that your body would just obey.

Kitty started moving forward and backwards on the toy, and covered her mouth to prevent any moans. Her juices were flowing down the transparent toy and all over the cover. The few flushes she made did however drown the soft moans following each orgasms. She just couldn’t stop herself. Kitty’s pussy was enjoying herself too much that it weakened most part of her. And one final strong climax later, a stronger stream of juices exited and dripped down onto the floor, reeking of raging hormones and the desire for something more humane inside her.

Kitty was done cumming and cleaning in a quick but short ten minutes and asked Master what to do next. Of course, the wireless toy couldn’t just sit there and do nothing. She pushed it into her well lubricated pussy easily and adjusted it to a comfortable spot. Exiting the loo, Master had a hidden expression of satisfaction on his face and proceeded to turn on the vibrator for a test. Kitty’s legs crossed suddenly but attracted no attention since she looked more like ‘waiting for someone’ outside the toilet.

Master: ‘Go to the arcade. Buy a ten dollar card with the money I gave you.’

Kitty listened obediently without questions, and it would be the moment Master would join her too. She got the card and wandered for a while before Master texted her to go for the motorbike game. Kitty had tried them before and it was fun, sitting on the bike, she realised the front of her shorts was slightly damp and the pink material of her shorts could be seen by the public.

Sitting still on the machine, Master joined her and went for the ‘versus’ mode, making the right move to turn on the vibrator as the countdown for the race started. If only you guys could see it, Kitty’s pussy was so wet that the excess juice flowed down her legs, although little, Kitty was still worried. The left right tilting motion of the race was creating a weird sensation in her, it was pushing her vagina towards the toy in different positions, fondling different areas of her pussy. As she neared a climax, the game went into the final lap and Master went full speed, for both the race and toy, sending Kitty into another intense orgasm before he crossed the finish line and claim triumph.

The two of them dismounted and walked towards the Neoprint machines that seemed to be neglected ages ago. Once inside the private space, Master inserted the coins and proceeded to pose behind Kitty, lifting her shirt and bra up, teasing her boobs in full view of the camera. Each photo progressed with her in awkward positions and the last few being a challenge for Kitty to let Master doggie her to climax and ejaculate a full load on her face within the time limit. The second set of photos they took showed how Kitty licked her Master’s tool clean and swallowed the present she received in the short period of time.

Without any more words exchanged, Kitty returned the bigger toy and kept the small one inside her till they reached the neighbourhood, making Kitty remove it in the evening light at a playground in the middle of a few blocks. Master and Kitty had their quickie of a seated riding position and ending with a mouthful of cum in her mouth. The two proceeded their way home and Kitty remained smiling all the way, finally, couldn’t resisting herself, she took her phone out to text Master.

Kitty (SMS): ‘Meow <3<3’

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Curious Kitty

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It was difficult for Jenny to recover from the ordeal, and even harder to understand what happened. No matter how hard she tried to forget the rape, it returned to her everytime she closed her eyes. On top of that, her body would register a pleasurable sensation when she recalled how she obeyed as his kitty. Master. Her pussy twitched as the recollection of how it slid inside her returned, brushing along her soft tunnel of meat, wet and warmed by the thoughts. Her nipples went hard that moment and the desire to go back to Master got stronger.

Picking her pouch up, she slipped on her grey school skirt and went back to the stairs she remembered. With only a tight fit tee and black bra, her skirt wrapped around her thin waist loosely. Kitty climbed the stairs and walked into the house, door wide open. She couldn’t hear anyone, and she had to see the room again to believe. Peeking around the door frame, the bed welcomed her, along with the collar and other chains on it.

Master: ‘Welcome home kitty.’

He pulled her by the arm and threw her on the bed. Pinning her against the sheets while he strapped the collar around her, Jenny didn’t struggle one bit. She turned this upon herself by visiting the house. As her legs got pushed open by him, the panties was soaking up her wetness that leaked without any stimulation.

Master: ‘Good. You’ve learnt to behave.’

She perked her butt up into doggie position, Master’s hand went down her back and into her panties, pushing his thick fingers into her pussy. It was so wet and tight he had no problem thrusting his fingers into her hard and fast. Kitty reached blindly to his pants by her side, tugged it low and grabbed the excited shaft, stroking it up and down as fast as his fingers went. She had lost control of herself, thrown into his world of domination. Picking up his pace, kitty fell onto the bed and moaned her heart out, shivering from the orgasm he just gave her.

Master: ‘You like it kitty?’
Kitty: ‘Meow?’

It felt better than admitting to a yes or no. He went behind her and lifted her skirt up before pulling her panties down. Her bright pink petals were begging for him, till it was drooling. Doing a dick slaps on her clit, his manhood slid right inside her, splitting the two pieces of meat open, as he took a moment for her to adjust to the pain and pleasure, as well as for her pussy to wrap themselves tighter. Slowly, his hips hit against hers and her fleshy soft ass gave a little cushioning. Jenny was long gone, leaving poor Kitty to Master’s command and utility. Kitty’s paws were clenching the bed, blown away by the forceful pounding and g-spot fondling.

After five minutes of constantly drifting in and out of unconsciousness from the pounding, Master decided to flip kitty around onto her back. He was purely ruled by his power over his little sex slave and could not convince himself to take a break. Pushing his hungry cock once again into her, the legs wrapped around his waist to push him deeper and keep him inside longer with every stroke. The fucking wasn’t just physical, her mind had accepted the calling and unwillingly enjoyed the dominance. With a string of orgasms to handle, kitty’s body broke down and legs went limp on the bed, the only response was her pussy tightening at his limits.

Without as much of a pause or slowing down, it was headed for the inevitable end. Spewing the load of hot cum inside her, his body couldn’t handle the sensitivity and collapse onto kitty, still high from receiving his warm present. After a minute or two, kitty had squeezed Master dry of every bit of life. He pulled out of her and rested while admiring kitty’s sweaty body resting on his bed – like an exhausted cat from sex. From his position, he watched as his fluid leaked out of her and dribbled down her fair complexion butt, staining the bedsheets.

Master then undid the chain on kitty neck and got dressed. He then helped the lifeless kitty put her clothes back on, minus her bra and panties. Carrying her on his arms, he went down the stairs and placed her on the steps, rudely disposed of like the last time.

Master: ‘Kitty, come back whenever you want.’

Like any feline, she gave him a final look before climbing shabbily to her feet and headed for her house. Roaming everywhere, cats do not have a home, but they remember emotions and sensations – to whom ever made them feel good.

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It was a usual Friday, and Jenny was in her way home after school. The weather was hot to a point she was sure would melt if she was chocolate. The perspiration soon soaked her white shirt as the distance home was too short to take a bus, but a distance to walk under the sun and along blocks of flats. She pressed onto her grey skirt flapping in the warm winds to prevent any upskirts.

Finally, the fifteen minute walk in the glaring sun was over and whatever remained to get to her 16 degrees cooled room was just another ten minutes walk through the void decks. Strolling leisurely and blasting music into her ear. It was exciting to know that the three pieces of clubbing clothes came that morning. It would be her first time going to a private birthday party.

Without so much a sound, a pair of hands grabbed her bag and tugged her backwards. The shock was so abrupt Jenny couldn’t react in time. The strong arm wrapped around her neck and the other around her waist, pulling her effortlessly like a string in the air. She was dragged up the stairs to the third level and she was pushed into a room into one of the flats. One with no windows, just a bed with its legs secured to the floor. Strewing her bag outside the room, he pulled her by her hair towards his face. Still in her school uniform, she was the perfect role play this man had wanted.

Man: ‘Let’s get familiar with each other. You’re my kitty from my on, and I’ll be your master. Obey and you will get rewarded. Disobey, and punishment will come. Understand?!’

The shove to the ground from master was so painful it prevented Jenny from moving for a while, it also gave him enough time to bound her to a chain locked to the bed. Restrained by this locks, there was not a moment Jenny had to get her thoughts right. Was she kidnapped? Or something worse? A strong pull from her new master made Jenny crawled on her knees, like a kitty, to him. In front of her, was a golf ball width piece of throbbing hot meat. Kitty had only seen such a size online, and knew what it was used for. But in this particular position, there was only one thing he would like her to do.

Master: ‘Kitty, lick.’

Having no other options, she licked under the shaft to find no taste or smell, reducing her guard gradually. Cupping her full lips over the head, her tongue came forth and did a taste test, dabbing onto a little precum. Still, it tasted like water. Master used his hands on her head to help her manage his size, similar to your palm’s length. It went deeper and deeper into kitty’s mouth and the choking feel was making tears flow down her rosy cheeks. Her worst fear had came true, it was rape, it was kidnap. She belonged to an unknown man. Whatever he was doing, she was sure he wouldn’t get away with it.

Feeling helplessly humiliated, Jenny continued to play kitty and sucked on Master’s dick as best as she could. Applying whatever skills she learnt off the net, he still showed no signs of shooting. Using the chains, he got her to where he wanted, on the bed. Lying kitty flat on the bed, he secured another two chains to her wrists behind her. And on her knees were two shorter ones tied to the front. She was in a permanent doggie style. Her hands would not let her fall forward, and the knees would not let her fall backwards. As for the neck chain, it was tied to the headboard, making it impossible to head backwards.

Going behind her, Master lubbed a little of KY and placed some onto her pussy, waking her from the despair with coldness. He had not removed her school skirt, just the shorts and panties. Soon, his hands were felt on her ass and a twenty cent width tip was felt at her vaginal opening. Pulling her backwards, her butt pierced itself into his dick and it tunneled in with minimal effort, well assisted by the lubrication. In no time, it was right at his base, the penetration reached maximum length and kitty was biting her own lips, resolute not to burst out crying or worse, moan to his pleasure. It definitely hurt, and hurt like hell too.

With force, Master began his thrust into kitty and went slow at first. Just to build up the climax, or rather his own climax. The size of it ripping her pussy open was unbearable, and going through the motion slowly made her felt like going through the pain over and over again, just feeling that bit better each time. Soon, the speed became steady, and Kitty could sync her breathing with the in-out motion. Reducing the pain, and.. unwillingly increase the pleasure. Without control over the speed, moans escaped after some time and Kitty was enjoying the rape.

A good twenty minutes later, Master went even faster and drove orgasms after orgasms into Kitty, weakening her body and addicting her mind. It was the feeling of his veins on the dick stroking through her insides that kept her wanting more, while the reluctance to let him go, squeezing him with tightness, kept him wanting more. Without warning, a thick load of liquid flowed into her, not stopping until it almost overflowed.

Master quickly untied Kitty and made a new one around her waist. Adjusting the contraints of her hands to the bed, it was the first real thing in this house she placed her hands on. She was kept in a kneeling position, low enough for her to sit on her calves, which girls didn’t mind at all. But there’s a catch this time. Master left and returned with a dildo, to be placed under her butt and poking it into her pussy.

Master: ‘Now, fuck it.’

Kitty obeyed and started riding the toy, cold and long, feeling his cum flow out and covering the toy. Shame wasn’t on her mind anymore, she had that little faith in the civilians’ protection – police. Increasing her pace, her body unknowingly was yearning for an orgasm since she was already on it. Just as she was minutes away from the xth number of climax, Master reached in and pulled the toy away, leaving the void in Kitty unfulfilled.

Master: ‘What should you say?’
Kitty: ‘Please?’
Master: ‘Please what?’
Kitty: ‘Please put it back into me!’

Not sure if Jenny really meant it or for show, Master’s hand came back in to place the toy, and decided to fuck her with the toy. He started at the fastest speed he could go at, giving Kitty the biggest chain of orgasms she ever had, forcing the toy into her body without stopping since ten minutes. Her body was shaking uncontrollably, eyes flipped white and fingers clenched tightly, even after he stopped.

After dressing up, he adjusted her uniform back to the original straightness, threw the bag over her and dragged her right to where he picked her up, and left her to rest on the steps. He wasn’t afraid, Master knew it would change her.

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Bad Student – Vanessa

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Here is the last girl to Mr. Lee’s ‘Pleasure Reward System’. Actually, Shelia IS his pleasure, Xuan was the reward for hardworking guys and system is one that kept everyone coming back to class – well, at least the guys. There was once, two of the guys in class were playing truant, to a point they were ready to be expelled if not for the intervention of Mr. Lee. As rebellious as they were, the two of them had a common weakness.

Their true colour showed when Vanessa was attached to them to handle their attendance and school work. She was an A student, excelling quietly behind those thick glasses and courteous self. When Mr. Lee introduced the girl and guys, they had always been looking down on those straight As students, aspiring to never be them and lose their childhood. Vanessa was Mr. Lee’s first ‘pleasure’, other than working hard in her studies, she was also putting in as much effort in his pants. Her skills were unlike others, and although she had pretty much average physique, the ability to control them well was second to none.

Kok Ming and Terence had their first remedial with Vanessa and Mr Lee., using a test to deduce their intellect range, he had them turned away and wait for his cue. While they were looking away, she unbuttoned and removed her school uniform, standing in her pure white panties and bra.

Mr. Lee: ‘Okay guys. Turn around.’

They couldn’t believed their eyes. She was an A student academically, and for the first time, they can assure that she’s grade A physically too. With their bodies ready to pounce on her, it was Mr. Lee’s presence that they had to be careful of.

Mr. Lee: ‘Why do you think she dares to stand there almost naked?’

Yeah why? What did he have against her? Blackmail? Daughter?! Mind control? The two boys have no idea, yet, the fact that Vanessa was standing there ready to be devoured was breathtaking. They couldn’t care less about how he get her to do that.

Mr. Lee: ‘So I assume you two don’t care. But I’m really here to keep you guys in school and doing well.’
Kok Ming: ‘I’ll not skip school, and pay attention in class.’
Terence: ‘Me too! Me too!’

Mr. Lee knew they could do better, and waited while their dicks and minds went crazy. It was the weakness all guys had, when something this rare was so conveniently offered right in front of them.

Terence: ‘We’ll do well for the next test! We promise!’

Of course, the deal doesn’t come with just promises. Homework, remedial, tests, CCA and anything related to school had gone down an informal contract Mr. Lee drafted. As the two of them signed their wretched lives away, Vanessa was already on a chair, facing a desk for any of them to come forth. Terence went first and immediately removed his pants before sitting on the table, watching the brightest girl go down on him. He just had to give out a relieve as her warm tongue slid down his shaft and the rest of her mouth soaking his rod, it was heavenly, definitely better than being expelled or running away from classes.

Kok Ming wasn’t just standing behind and jerking himself off, he had pulled down her panties and went down to taste his first abalone, hair free and with a flowery scent. It was already wet before he got to it. As the chair was narrow, Vanessa couldn’t enjoy more with her closed legs. The guy behind her wasn’t stupid either, he closed her legs together before pushing his wand inside her, turning on her tap as her juices started leaking non-stop. It was the perfect tightness and angle he had ever got into, not too low nor dry. Her small ass had a nice fat to muscle ratio that allowed him to continuously bounce back and forth, pumping his wand deep inside her, feeling those muscles wrap themselves around him.

As her pussy was pleasured, her mouth went down faster on Terence, going throat deep to warm his base up for launch. Abruptly, a spray of warm cum shot into her and took the life and balance out of Kok Ming, causing him to fall onto the floor and momentarily got knocked out by the orgasm. Choking on the size of Terence, her momentum was lost and synchronisation messed up.

Terence: ‘Oh my god Vanessa, you alright? I’m sorry about that idiot.’
Vanessa: ‘I’m fine I’m fine. Give me a minute.’

She drank a bit of water and asked Terence of lie on the floor. Climbing on top of him, her pussy sank over his dick and began riding. Grinding her hips back and forth, his dick was scraping every area of her pussy, driving her wild with pleasure. Her bounce on him wasn’t all-in nor all-out, she had to control her down action as any slack would slam into him and hurt his hipbones, while any uncontrolled ‘out’ action would remove herself from him completely and break the chain. With no need to put in effort, Terence laid back and enjoyed while Vanessa rode him to an orgasm which she gladly received his gift of cum in her, not spilling any bit anywhere.

With their preview session over, Vanessa was smiling as she put her clothes back on. She knew these two boys will not regret their choices. Despite being only 15 that year, they were at their peek of secondary school lives. Terence sent Vanessa back and got his gift of her kiss and soaked panties, while Kok Ming remained lying on the floor of the classroom.

These two boys were the first to enjoy the system, and to this day, no one knew exactly how many guys had ‘benefited’ from Mr. Lee. He could be changing girls, but the girls would never be able change once he stepped into their lives.

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Bad Student – Xuan

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Shelia had a very good friend in school, Xuan. They were as close as sisters, and shared almost anything that can be shared, including Mr. Lee. Unknown to Shelia, it was the love between that made Xuan signed up for his ‘private’ classes. Nonetheless, Mr. Lee did not exploit their friendship and made the learning process enjoyable. Back to Mr. Lee, although he was just a teacher whom had three pets under him, it wasn’t the first or the last to have such dealings too. He was merely part of something bigger.

Mr. Lee was one of the members of the ‘Wise Men’. There is no leader among the five, never a physical meeting, and not even faces to their call signs. The information they trade were closely related to the ‘outstanding’ girls which ironically meant their weak or vulnerable minds, and ‘potential’ guys, which genuinely meant that they needed a little reward or encouragement to do that bit better.

Mr. Lee: ‘Wen Jie, see me after school.’

It was probably time.. Wen Jie thought, his scores were falling, due to his family’s financial difficulties. He had to take a few night shifts at the fast food restaurant to earn that bit more income and now that the crisis is over, his body had trouble adjusting back to the ‘stay awake in the day’ time zone.

In the class with him was Xuan, always staying back to do work and consult Mr. Lee on various topics even though he wasn’t the subjects’ teacher-in-charge, he too would help her as much as she could. Explaining how she maintained her average results. Mr. Lee appeared a while later and approached WJ, sitting in front of him while flipping a file of worksheets.

Mr. Lee: ‘This is the least I could do. Spend your waking hours on this, do as much as you can, and show it to me whenever you are free. Alright?’

A smile broke across WJ’s face and tears swelled up in his eyes. Imagine a 16 year old guy sobbing, be it gratitude or shame, it was very rare. Mr. Lee knew him as a strong boy, hardworking, but sadly, not maximizing his intelligence. He wanted to fix another thing on the spot too, one which Xuan can come in handy at. Mr. Lee gestured at Xuan for her to sit behind him and did what he briefed her on, while Mr. Lee gave WJ’s shoulder a pat.

Mr. Lee: ‘We too, must fix your nocturnal habits.’
Wen Jie: ‘Thank you Mr. Lee, I will get more sleep at night.’

He stood up to shake Mr. Lee’s hand and suddenly, he heard the chair screech and a pair of hands going around his waist straight to his pants.

Wen Jie: ‘Xuan?! What are you doing?’
Mr. Lee: ‘Don’t worry Wen Jie, I’ve spoken to Xuan about your sleeping problem and she had agreed to help – in her own way.’

He pushed his hand behind and locked it while turning him to face Xuan. She had already undone his trousers and it was on the floor with his underwear. To shout out no was kind of dishonest with that peeking red flesh under the foreskin. Xuan sat on the chair and used her lips to roll the excess skin backwards, going into contact with the sensitive nerves ending at the little mushroom. With her head bobbing up and down his virgin shaft, it was well-lubricated with saliva and her eyes remained fixated for as long as she could on him, showing him her outmost effort in fixing his problems.

Her throat opened up for his size after a few minutes and she went down deeper on him, showing no resistance to the fact that they were classmates and had mutual respect of a high level. Her hands were gliding up her thighs, and skirt was lifted up to her hips, while slipping one of her hands into her pink lacy panties. It was already wet with a patch, but definitely not enough for her.

With his limit approaching, Xuan could feel the balls tightening and paused for a break. Mr. Lee had been long gone by then, using a table instead to support Wen Jie’s weakening legs. Standing up before him, Xuan pulled her panties off under her skirt and turned around to keep it in his bag. Watching her butt shake left and right in front of him cocked his rifle for the biggest blow and after she was done tucking her gift into his bag, her knees got on the chair and remained in doggie position for him.

Pulling her skirt up for the shy boy, he walked toward her and his compass pointed right at the opening. Slowing pushing his way into her, it was the third time Xuan had something of this nature in her. Here is where Xuan was totally a different league from Shelia. Her body had this specially tight pussy, that was softer than toufu, yet constantly existing in a moist environment. Even when she wasn’t horny, her vagina was wet. Just a little saliva on the outside, and you’re welcomed to play on the inside. There was no other way to describe the feeling, but if you could get two pieces of toufu and fuck between them without mushing it up, you will know what i mean. She’s soft yet unbreakable, constantly pressing tightly onto you, and no matter how hard she squeezes, you will always feel the softness.

The moment Wen Jie entered her fully, he was so sure the gun would blow already. The vacuum had secured him inside, and any movements would immediately trigger his orgasm.

Xuan: ‘Jie, wait inside for a while. You will feel better.’

Feel better? You’re fucking tight Xuan! If only you knew what I meant. It was the longest two minutes for his cock to calm down a little before starting to thrust into Xuan’s tiny body. The urge to just go hyper speed and cum was too intense and WJ couldn’t control himself either. The slippery walls of her pussy were just so tempting. His fingers went forward to play with her small nipples as a distraction while he continued pounding into her on the chair. Though it was some distance from mirror beside the noticeboard, he could see that Xuan was admiring how he was fucking her from behind, dripping sweat onto her skirt, trying his best to control himself not to cum.

As the moaning went on, WJ had gotten a little numb for her and thus increased his pace. While slapping away on her butt, he just had to take out his camera phone and snap a little picture for memory.

Xuan (heaving, puffing): ‘Jie, you can cum anytime you know? Mr. Lee had asked me to help you for as long as you need to fix your sleeping issues.’

Hearing that piece of good news, he tugged hard at her waist for the last few slams on her butt and squeezed the load out of his pipe, pumping the fuel into his new car, topping it up to the brim. Xuan couldn’t move for a while as her pussy was overflowing and she had to hold it in case it dirtied the floor.

Flicking his penis head up and down on her slit, Xuan loved the last bit of teasing as he took the initiative to wipe her ‘lips’ clean and even help her with the skirt too. As for Wen Jie, he received an oral clean up before she put on his pants for him, like how a maid treat her master.

Xuan: ‘Sleep tight tonight. If you are still tired tomorrow for class, we will have to do it at least twice each time. ;)’

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No One Around 3

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Ryan: ‘Crystal?’

Sound asleep, that was the only sign she was showing. With her glossy lips breathing warm air, and the long dazzling eye lashes, eggshell smooth face and the soft puffy breasts every man desire to give a squeeze, and the tender long legs even cum would die to stick on. Parting her slim legs, the hairless, stub-less, prickly-less satin smooth bikini line.

Quietly, he removed his No. 4 and went for a quick rinse. After which he realised she hadn’t moved an inch. Taking her hand in his, he placed her hand over his dick and started stroking himself, getting harder than usual, with the more continuous flow of pre-cum. Soon, her both her hands were covered in the sticky substance and his hard on was almost breaking out of its skin. Quickly placing her legs over his shoulders, he poked his dick slowly into her and the dryness was soothed by his pre-cum.

As his rod piston in and out, her juices started flowing too, forming like dew, it was invisible but quick, and it was thick and clear as well. Coating his whole dick with her love, his pace increased as his dick grew bigger. With book out always on a Saturday, this was the perfect way to start his weekend. With all his ferocity, he rammed hard into her with all his might, packed with strong core muscles, it was hard NOT to get wet. Though she was unconscious, her body was still functioning normally.

Within minutes, the third load of cum pumped into her and the creampie couldn’t be anymore fuller. It was literally dripping like a tap. Ryan fell into sleep and woke up to her movements trying to get dressed. Thankfully, he wasn’t naked.

Ryan: ‘Hi. I’m Ryan.’
Crystal: ‘And I’m Crystal. Sorry. Is this your bed? I fell asleep I guess.’
Ryan: ‘It’s okay. I think my dad brought you home. Are you going home now?’
Crystal: ‘Yeah. It’s getting late and I’m hungry.’

Dinner was ready and three pairs of chopsticks were laid out. Crystal did felt a little sore below, but thinking it was just the uncle’s big size, she didn’t think much and ate all of her rice, including the soup he prepared specially for her. Finally, after she was done with everything, Uncle Tom returned her dress and she got dressed in Ryan’s room. The final touches were done on the living room couch, lipstick and eye-liner.

As she standing up to leave, the wave of sleepiness overcame her again and she fell onto the sofa, with Ryan quickly picking her up into his room.

Uncle Tom: ‘Is she gone?’
Ryan: ‘Yeah!’

Hastily pulling his pants off, he quickly raised her hips up into doggie and just as he was about to lub her up, the vibration from her phone buzzed loudly in her bag. It was a call from Lynn, which contact picture was nothing less hotter than Crystal.

Ryan: ‘Daddy, I think she left her phone behind.’

Without thinking, he picked the call up and made a fancy story about how she fainted and his son was kind to bring her to his house. And the ‘Lynn’ was also not thinking to have rushed down and appearing in her clubbing attire, a short wrap-dress that was so easily removed. Breathless after the short run, Ryan offered her a glass doped with sleeping pills as well and now, father and son owned a toy each.

Uncle Tom carried Lynn to his room while Ryan resumed fucking Crystal till he was totally dry and shagged out, using both her pussy and ass at his disposal. And his dad? He was doing the same as well, just that he had her tied up at her legs with a long metal chain to the bed. Just far enough to reach the toilet and around the room. After he was done with the administrative work, he left her lying on the bed and went for a quick round missionary, blowing his load all over her body. Lynn was even tighter than Crystal as she was smaller size, her boobs were barely B but her asshole was clearly loose. Anal slut?

With two toys for two boys in the house, was it just time when they would get caught? Or would no one ever find out? With Ryan’s friends invited for a sleepover guaranteed to rock their worlds, would Lynn and Crystal ever be the same again?

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Ready to Serve

Jim tore open the box his favorite instant meal from 7-11, amazed at how convenient it had become go fill one’s stomach. It was even steaming hot as he pushed the scalding pizza slice into his mouth, sinking his teeth into it.

Jim: ‘Hmm!’

If only girls were so convenient. But that would be too convenient, beyond belief. There’s just one problem, there was no girl so easy, at least not so stupid. Jim understood that even if he could get a girl, she would be of ideal girlfriend quality, not a slut. For a start, why would he want someone who wouldn’t stay long? It would of course be perfect if she was his girlfriend, someone he can love other than play with.

Those fantasies never seemed to end, but he knew it might just be possible if he planned. So he drew up a summary of what needs to be done.

1. Girl
2. Money
3. Trust
4. Exposure (clothes)
5. Brainwash
5. Extremities

The first two started concurrently. Jim was a shopper, and had a thing for high-tech cameras and gadgets. Occasionally buying new bags to catch up with the trend, but he made an effort to save. So every time he had money to buy a hundred-dollar worth of gadget, he would put the fund into a ziplock bag and kept out of sight.

For the ‘girl’ part, he had a girl in mind. A seventeen whom used to chat with online a few years ago, someone who still SMSes him occasionally, but wasn’t too close. From all he knew about Melody, she played electric guitar but disliked wearing skirts nor anything that has open ends, dresses included.

Jim knew meeting her wouldn’t be easy, since they only texted once in a blue moon. So he worked out a little plan in his head. First, he needed to gain intimacy. There is no shortcut to getting a girl to meet a stranger, it could take a lot of time, which Jim was ready to invest.

Their influx of SMSes quickly increased and it was a little tedious on Jim’s side since he needed to text with caution, not affording to lose his chance. The plan to send contents between grey areas of personal and randomness wasn’t easy. Messages that provoke thoughts, stretching her capacity to accept ‘indecent’ from decent texts, probing answers no two strangers would share. It wasn’t an over-the-weekend project, but one that took Jim about three months.

Soon, his effort paid off as they two of them planned to meet on a few occasions which were deliberately missed by Jim, on pretext of work and family matters. But by then, he had been in contact with three girls, changing among a few others with more potential.

Melody met Jim after the months of contact and he followed his plan religiously, not intending to screw this opportunity with this girl who caught his eyes. Sure, her MSN display picture did not reveal too much, but the cellulite-free waist and thighs were some of the features that made her stood out. Her face required no make up to look best, along with well cared for shoulder length hair. She was like a feline in rock and roll. She spoke with a fluent language of English, and Mandarin with a strong Caucasian accent, making her even more sought after.

Jim was dating her before she knew she was on dates, but the care and love Jim put in for her touched her heart and she agreed to become his girlfriend. No one could deny the bond between the two lovebirds. They were like any couples, with Jim having another agenda in mind.

He began buying clothes for her, after learning of her body when they shopped together. As most couples do, they had their share of experimentation and foreplay, going only as far as a blowjob and fingering. Sex was out of his mind for what was about to come next would escalate their foreplay beyond sex.

It was truly foreplay, before going into a world Melody could not return. The clothes he got wasn’t from physical retail shops, it would be too awkward for him to get sexy clothes, further acknowledging the fact guys are horny bastards.

He shopped online for sexy satin kimonos, night dresses, tube dress, translucent bras and panties, short skirts and thin shirts. Along with those purchases, Jim forged invoices to make them looked expensive, which was in fact very affordable from his secret savings.

Melody knowing he spent such an exorbitant amount of money on her, she started with the skirts, then to the various colored tops. Only on very rare occasions she would put on those impossibly short kimono dresses out, like during the late nights he spent with her at the neighborhood, or pointless long bus rides with Jim.

Little did she realize the long bus rides started to end at more crowded places and she would just go shopping while Jim paraded his ‘open’ girlfriend for all the perverts’ eyes to feast on. The black translucent panties were hard to find. They were thick, yet soft and comfortable to wear. She was a girl who very frequently felt ‘naked’ with a one-piece outfit, so Jim had to be extra thoughtful to secure her uneasiness.

The tops themselves were special too. Designed from a concept similar to the BraTop series of clothes from Uniqlo, the ‘bra’ were in fact support pads sewn into the clothes itself. Jim learnt something guys failed to notice when girls went against going braless. It wasn’t the extra thickness of the bra that made them felt safer (or more secure), rather, the support was what females secretly needed, to hold up their assets.

Melody didn’t think too much of the tops compared to the thongs. She loved the texture and convenience of it, reducing the load of clothes a girl needed to wash.

So, Jim had ‘money’, ‘girl’, ‘trust’, ‘clothes’ checked on his list. The process of brainwashing for the casual outfit was done, next was the idea of having fun in the great outdoors. The job was pretty much done, or at least it was easily achievable.

All he needed to do was to get more intimate wherever possible. Even giving her butt a squeeze would prove enough to let her know what he was thinking about. He started using dildos on bed, driving her wild and crazy each time without fail. Her mind was easily influenced and without knowing, she soon developed a natural respond to get wet on his bed even without his presence, let alone when he was asleep beside her. She would pamper herself with his toys, when he was unavailable. Both their parents accepted their children’s partner and were no stranger to them having keys to each others’ place.

Going wireless was a pleasant surprise for Melody’s eighteenth birthday. Jim slipped a wireless vibrator into her during their after-breakfast fun in the morning. She then specially requested that Jim waited outside for her while she showered and dressed up. Thinking it was just a standalone toy, she didn’t take it out and got dressed in a baby pink tank top (from Uniqlo) with normal black mini skirt, both bought by Jim as part of her birthday celebration package.

She rolled a pair of black stockings up to her mid thighs and finally slipping on a white translucent panties before stepping into a pair of 1.5 inch heels. She hopped out of the room without much stumbling and did a spin for Jim, whose eyes gleamed with delight, proud of the girl he was creating. The two of them left her place and made their way down the steps to the bus stop opposite their block. Feasting the eyes of two schoolboys who were looking up the steps as she walked down by the handrail.

Having to cross two roads with cars speeding in opposite directions was quite a scare for Melody, especially when she was in heels and running in them was painful. Her hands wrapped tightly around Jim’s arm while distracted by the oncoming vehicles, ignoring the gusts of wind fluttering her skirt’s hemlines all over the place, flashing glimpses of the white underwear to pedestrians waiting on the curbs at the opposite banks. The two of them finally made it across and three guys had their eyes glued on her slim long legs, highlighted by the dark stockings against her fair thighs.

Ten minutes passed and the bus came to a screeching halt. Melody walked in front of Jim and struggled to get up the steps which were higher from the ground on the older buses, giving the bus driver a good view of her slit between the open-crotch thongs. The howling wind made matter worse when her pussy lips separated for a moment when she opened her legs to walked the steps.

Little could Jim do to block the upskirt everyone at the lower deck was getting when she got up the spiraling stairs to the upper deck. Immediately, the two walked to the back of the bus, bypassing the dirty looks from the aunties and grannies, while attracting the unwanted attention of a few Malay ‘mat’ and perverse looks from an uncle sitting just three rows in front of them.

Melody was so badly shaken by the swerving of the bus while walking that she fell hard on her bus onto the cushion seats, puffing up her skirt for another peek by the passengers walking behind her, who quickly sat at whatever seats nearest as the bus picked up speed.

Jim reached into his bag to get a bottle of water, fused with a few drop of expensive German Sex Drops for Melody. And placed it back when she was done. His hand remained inside his bag and quickly pushed a button on the controller.

Melody: ‘Hey. What are you doing?’

Her sun-deprived face was glowing with a blush and her hands were on her skirt, between her legs. Jim said nothing and clicked to the highest speed on the controller. By then, her fingers were just centimeters away from coming into contact with her pussy. She had never masturbated before, but never felt so inclined to do it there and then.

Jim: ‘Don’t touch yourself. I want you to bear with it.’

Melody: ‘You’re so evil!’

Jim hushed her and she resisted the temptation to touch herself. After fifteen minutes, her eyes were closed and had her head perched on the windows, desperate to relieve herself of the pent-up raging hormones. Yet all she could do was make do with the little satisfaction of the tease and being denied orgasms.

Jim: Melody?’

She wearily opened her eyes and looked at him. He had his rock hard dick in his hand, poking out of the zip of his jeans. Jim took her head and kissed silently, while her hand roamed to his crown jewel, massaging and stroking it. He then pushed her head down and she followed, sucking and slurping as quietly as possible.

The upper deck of the bus was emptying itself, with alighting passengers looking at the rear and realise there was only one head, eyes rolling around in pleasure, no one could be more right. Her blowjob was taught by the countless porno flick they watched together, almost matching the prostitutes Jim visited once. By the time he tried controlling, it was too late as his dick churned out loads of warm fluid into her mouth.

She licked up the remains oozing out of the pee hole and looked at Jim. Melody had never swallowed, since Jim had never forced her to do it. But this time, he wanted her to do it. And she gulped. Taking a minute to compose herself, Jim took the same minute to turn the toy off, and pulled her skirt up to see how wet she had gotten.

The wet spot was already forming on the edges of her stockings, making her exposed skin sticky against the canvas seats. He took her favourite rabbit dildo which was smaller than average and handed it to her. Jim had learnt to identify when she was about to climax, she had this natural reaction to stop breathing about three seconds before her juices would flow like a leaking tap out of her pussy. Her breath would only resume when much of the liquid got out.

Jim took turns to stab her trained little pussy with the toy, sinking in and out, spraying the back of the seats with droplets. When the first stoppage of breath came, he pulled the toy out and watched how she pleaded with him to let her come. And for all of the five times, he said no. The wireless vibrator was then pushed back into her, tucked in further by the rabbit.

Melody was desperate to cum so badly that she was trying to do something impossible, focusing to cum without any physical contact, which was only theoretical possible. The duo alighted at the Flyers and went to process the tickets for a fifty minutes wait.

Jim had refreshed himself with a Grande from Starbucks and needed to relieve himself. Deciding she was almost ready, he turned the vibrator on again and she followed him quickly into the handicapped cubicle. Like a master requiring his slave to extract his cum, he pushed her shoulders gently over the sink, spreading her legs with his feet. He lifted her skirt up and tugged at the loop secured to the toy thrice, before yanking it out.

Jim tried a few times to aim with his hips diving straight into her pussy, but slipped and almost went into her asshole. After the fourth, he got it in with one swift stroke and hammered her like an energizer bunny, quickening as he lost sensitivity and went slow as he was about to shoot. Melody had a grateful intention to Jim for relieving the barely contained orgasms and globes of pussy juice was sliding down her legs, absorbed into the stockings.

About ten minutes from boarding, Jim decided he was done and creamed into her pussy, without contraceptive nor condom. Melody was shocked, but said nothing as she believed she was his. The vibrator buzzed away inside her from the check in counter to the ride, the thirty minutes of private time (there was no one else behind nor in front of them, so they had the whole carrel to themselves) they had, Jim presented Melody with a airbrush make up set that she painstakingly spent hours on an airbrush painting a plastic face without any proper equipment.

She was so happy to have him as a boyfriend and was even more determined to satisfy him in any way he wanted. The thirty minutes ride couldn’t seem more cheated than ever as the orange skyline that was appearing disappeared behind the carrels above.

After that, they went to a corner facing the expressway and cuddled for a long time, with his fingers under her skirt teasing and fondling her clit.

Jim: ‘Would you be mine forever?’

Melody: ‘Not just forever. For lifetimes to come.’

The vibrator came on again and her hands stroked on his bulge again. Melody finished the sandwiches Jim made and went between his legs for desserts while he continued munching on his bread. He came more than four times that day and it was all on his cue.

Melody had become a sheep in his control. As a girlfriend, as a cum dump, as a sex reliever, whatever. His plan was working. And it was far from over. The outings following her birthday became more absurd, draping her with thin, translucent, sheer material and fucking her outdoors with little respect for her dignity and well-being. Her pussy was hardly dry, either filled with her own bodily fluid, or Jim’s cum.

Melody was so trained that she could walk without shyness despite the stream of juice between her legs. Or when the buzzing of the wireless vibrator got too loud in a quiet environment, she would smile and playfully lick her lips. Exposing herself was as common as a slipping bra strap in public, she would often ignore it for as long as she could, till Jim told her about it.

Each time Jim called for her, she would arrive panty-less (at home) or with a pussy moist and soaked ready to take on his pounding, ending with a spray of sperms over her back, boobs or a less messy solution – creampie. Panties were still a must when they were out, but the variety of panties she had been beyond what her mum could remember washing.

Some might say Jim was having too much sex. But too much sex isn’t the same as ‘enough’. Only ‘enough’ was enough. On the rare occasions she got dead drunk from the few sips of beer, Jim would invite a few of his friends living nearby to relief themselves into his helpful girlfriend. Well, I didn’t intentionally dodge the topic of protection and pregnancy. But it just didn’t happen to this couple.