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Milo Peng

Bending over the edge of the sink with a subtle perk of her ass, it was too easy to imagine what I would do to her, especially in the short, flowery, green summer dress that I had no idea she owned. Working on her make up dutifully in front of the ceiling-high mirror, the unsettling silence in the family room made it near-impossible for me to keep my hands to myself.

Recalling the one ‘tip’ I always had when in such a unique situation, I pounced on the chance to grope her waist and planted my groin into her hips, wriggling slightly just to see if she was up for ‘it’.

‘Hey’, a soft, but muted whisper hinted me of her wilfulness, and that alone sent my hands northward of her belly. Cupping my palms over her cutesy little breasts, I was taken aback by the ‘clarity’ of her nipples, both poking into my fingers that were searching for them.

A quick slip (down) of her thin shoulder straps soon confirmed my suspicion, that she actually went braless underneath. Driven by both excitement and lust, I swiftly replaced my hands over her bosoms and kneaded them gently, taking extra care to tease those perked-up pointies.

As she started writhing and whining to my advances, I brought one of my hands to the side of her hips, and cheekily raised her loose dress until I exposed her rear – the smoothest, fairest bum I will never have enough of. ‘Fuck!’, I sighed louder than I should, as I impatiently felt her butt cheeks up with both hands.

By then, she was already staring back at me through the mirror, with a pair of eyes that screamed ‘naughty’, and hissed ‘hurry up already’. My fingers then went between her crack and found her soft spot, abundantly-moisturised like never before.

Taking no more than ten seconds, I fished my cock out and tucked it between her thigh gap, before resuming my tireless massage of her tiny chest. Pinching, rolling, and squeezing, it didn’t take her long to grab my dick between her legs, and rubbing it against the exterior of her vagina.

In that position, we lasted about five-minutes grinding and moaning, before our inner desires led her to push my pulsating dick upwards, diving straight into her body. Already well-lubricated from our non-existent foreplay, we simultaneously let loose a gasp together before my hips took over, thrusting that blood-filled monster into the most gorgeous lady I had ever laid eyes on.

Pounding her rhythmically in front of a sparkly-clean mirror, every detail of our tryst were deeply etched in our minds. From the swinging of her long, flowy hair, to the soundless gasps she suppressed by biting her lips, and the erratic, forward-jerks of her slim waist, I was getting more worked up than I wished to last in this particular haven.

Shoving the entirety of my dick in and out of her love hole, not a single spot was missed as I rammed her deep and fast, satisfying both our hunger for each other. Each passing minute felt more like a second, that I was getting more desperate to stretch out. It was, in this exact position, at this particular angle, that she would turn so horny, with a look that would prove to be my nemesis.

Standing behind her, and jutting my overly-eager waist, I was enjoying a view that every man would be jealous of. It was a sight that was so aesthetically pleasing, so life-worthy, but yet short-lived because of how gorgeous it was. To have a loyal, good-looking lady, so willing to bare her vagina and let you have it – in public, I was long overdue for an orgasm that should have happened sooner.

Over the next few, short minutes, I banged our brains out and gave us my all, until I had no choice but to pull out, as my cum came spurting out of my tip. As I did so, she tumbled forward over the white, ceramic sink, and panted her lungs out as I fell into a similar predicament, being overly-stimulated by such an impromptu, heart-racing sexcapade in the very mall we work in.

Once done with the dirty, I pulled my pants up to the pouting lady, who had little to ‘wear back’ as there was literally else nothing for her to put on. With our fingers interlocked, we left the place in smiles that no one else understood, for home.

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Milkier

(I asked) ‘Will you just relax, and let me?’

Seated casually on my left with her back turned towards me, I wrapped my left arm around her waist, and slid my hand over her flat belly. Small as they were, it was fairly easy for me to push the tips of my fingers into her tights, and over her soft, cotton panties.

Unwanting to overwhelm her immediately, I cupped my palm over her groin and warmed her up a little, before pressing my index and forth fingers deeper between her pussy.

Kneading through that kiddy-looking, blue-stripped underwear, my crafty mind conceptualised the outer mould of her fleshy, love cave, and where her clit – should be.

It would be the first time I touched her this way, in terms of speed, mood, and more importantly, objective. We were on a mission for ‘discovery’, to see if there was a right spot, or method, to give this girl an orgasm she so well deserved.

Within minutes of the warm-up, I could detect some dampness in her pants, along with a less-tensed body. I continued moving my fingers until I heard her loud breathing, and proceeded to carefully let myself into her restricted zone.

Upon close contact, an exasperated gasp just escaped my lips as my middle finger ‘accidentally’ dived into the major folds of her pussy, encountering a level of wetness more comparable to a dipping sauce.

Despite our ‘obstructed’ angle (she is leaning on my shoulder), I knew she was as excited to impress me with her readiness as I was to stumble into it. Unable to resist the ‘deep pool’, I pushed my middle finger further down her slit, and poked its very tip into her unexplored region.

It was fully flooded in there, for a good reason too. It meant that I had convenient access to more ‘lubricant’, as well as an alternative gap to tease if I wished to. With my finger drenched in her juice, I made sure to drag myself very slowly, between her labia until I reached the top of her slit.

And there it was, a familiar shape of an inverted ‘V’, where a tiny hood kept her clitoris warm and shielded. Sure, I know that she knew where that was, but to be excavated this way, by someone else, definitely stirred up some euphoria in her.

Joining my fourth finger with the middle, I maintained my position over her clit and rubbed her gently, for a brief moment before sending them (my fingers) down her pussy to gather more moisture. It was most thrilling to hear how she gasped to that, as it broke her body’s rhythm for some ‘unexpected’ sensations.

The process of rubbing, sliding down, then up, and rub, slowly became ingrained in her, and built up a recognisable pattern of body movements in her. Each time my fingers went lower, she sat straighter, and on my way ‘up’ (back to her clit), she would melt back into a slouch.

It was about then I introduced another ‘killer’ move, that involved splitting my (two) fingers apart, to go over her outer labia as I went down. Being neglected the whole time, they were especially sensitive when my fingertips brushed over them, garnering a deep sigh as I worked those delicate, meat valleys. I made sure, not to do that too often, or it may well take the ‘surprise’ away from my predictable strokes.

Having spent so much time in this single, yet emotional position, her legs were beginning to tremble, as her arms were. Hands gradually turned cold, and thighs twitching more frequently, I knew I had to keep my mind, and fingers steady from changing any aspect of what I have been doing.

That meant, keeping (the same) speed, pressure, finger movements, and angle, for as long her body needed.

About two minutes after, she wrapped a hand around my wrist, and grabbed it tighter and tighter as more fluid rushed out of her. By then, my entire hand was ‘moisturised’ by her soaked panties, in which my efforts were about to be paid off.

‘shit.. J! I.. Nghhh!’, she left her sentence unmade as her body went into a fit, barely containing the orgasm that was blasting up her spine. Her shivers came in waves, after waves, and took more of her breath away each time until she fell limp into my chest.

Under her exhausted, overwhelmed voice, she muttered, ‘fuck wei.. I cannot..’. But I knew she could, and have done so.

Unwilling to risk staying any longer in the family room, I helped her up and did as she asked, to remove her panties as it was impossible for her to do anything in it, let alone sitting in the train.

For the better or worse, she tasked me to ‘keep her panties’, before she wiped herself down to a moderate dryness. From then, her eyes, they never looked at me the same again, and I wasn’t sure if it meant good or bad.

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A Silent Boom

(She asked) ‘So?’

(I answered) ‘So?’

I couldn’t help but break a smiling-sigh as she revealed a smirk, at the one-off chance that we found ourselves in the staff-only, single-cubicle washroom, of our modest workplace.

My attraction towards her, though respectful and distant, had an element of ‘lust’ that I never expected to see any light, let alone her ‘approval’.

Given how ‘far’ we had always kept our close relationship, I was extremely careful about this – opportunity. ‘Does she really want this?’, ‘What if she regrets later?’, those were some of my doubts that I knew could wreck our future interactions.

From where I stood, behind her, I could see her entire face, and there was nothing but gratitude, and perhaps a hint of consent.

Warily, I placed my hands on her boney hips that no men could ever resist, and saw no signs of discomfort in her eyes. From there, I gently peeled her leggings off her waist and unraveled her bum, thighs, down to her knees where she continued to wriggle them off.

I then pushed the zipper-part of my jeans on her ass, before undoing my pants to let her know ‘where’ was I, and that she was welcomed to stop me at any point.

Once my undies were off, she stuck a hand between her legs and brought my cock under her pussy, showing off her freshly-shaven, icy cold slit that only one other person had accessed.

Unwanting to rush anything, I simply moved my hips back and forth, dragging my shaft along her pussy as I wrapped my arms around her waist to reach her clit.

Once I found her sweet spot, I rubbed it very lightly until she was moaning and getting increasingly wet, for the lucky me.

(I asked) ‘So?’

I took another look into the mirror and noticed her blissful, serene expression, obviously enjoying my little ‘dance’.

After a few minutes, I was sufficiently ‘juiced’ to attempt my first entry. Retracting my hips further than usual, I angled my waist slightly upward before poking my cock into her vagina.

Without much effort, and an unexpected yelp, I was overcome with warmth, wetness, and an endearing grip of lust. For the few seconds we didn’t move, she was just throbbing around me like I was, inside of her.

‘Ok?’

‘Mmm.. ‘

My body then took control and began moving back and forth, pushing my thick member in and out of her hairless glory. There was no dirty talk, or profanities, just deep, heavy sighs and hisses at each time I hit the deepest spot.

As her body relaxed to my rhythmic thrusts, she began to lie lower across the sink, arms barely holding her high enough to see my shamless, grinning face.

In time, I went all out at her brittle frame and unlocked her hoarse-sounding moans, along with heavily-accented ‘fuck’ and ‘shit’.

The prowess of her tightness, was not one to be meddled with as her pelvic bones were very prominent, on her delicate insides. I had to admit, there were some discomfort, but they were few and far between the forceful pounding I was lashing out.

About ten long minutes later, she began trembling as her vaginal wall shut around me, sealing me within the tiny space I could still ‘pull’ myself out of.

(I cried) ‘MILLY!’

Unsure if it was even my ‘moment’, I yanked my cock out of her for safety and stumbled backwards, just in time to watch a stream of thick, transparent fluid dribble out of her pussy and across her thighs.

Weak as she was, I helped her to the toilet where she caught her breath, and also my dick in a firm grip. From down below, she looked up at me and ‘reignited’ my engine, jerking me off to an unintrusive eruption over her skinny hand.

Only at the clean-up part, did we resume our mutually-destructive scorns and jokes about how ‘we’ performed earlier. And not a word more was said once we left the premise.

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After Work

It wasn’t until I heard the distinct click of the doorknob that I realised that someone had successfully unlocked the cubicle without my knowledge, and possibly ‘intentionally’ too, due to how loudly I was playing a game on my mobile phone.

Given how ‘far’ the toilet bowl was to the door of the handicap toilet, it was kind of no-brainer that I would fail to shut it in time, only to see a familiar face pop through the gap.

‘Joelyn?! What are you *quietening* doing?!’

Silencing me mid-sentence with a finger on her lips, she pushed her way into the spacious cubicle and worried the hell out of me. Without saying a word, she began to unbutton her uniform while I pulled my pants back up, spending most of my time in awkwardness as she removed more of her clothes.

‘What are you doing Joelyn?’

‘Changing?’

‘Into? You are almost naked now.’

‘I know.’

I swear I saw a grin of an endless pit when she strutted towards me, in just her mesh bralet and her equally-breezy panties. Somehow, the knowledge or assumption she had about me not coming into any kind of physical contact with her, backfired when she laid her hands on me, or more specifically, on my groin.

There was a brief moment of ‘awe’ when I saw quickly how she had unbuckled my belt, which was unlike any loop-buckle most people know of. In no time, she had my fly undone, and an erecting cock within the grasp of her cold hands.

(Joelyn whispered) ‘would you like to show me how you do it – with your wife? pause no? then don’t mind if I do.’

My inaction next brought her onto her knees, then to her mouth, where I failed to suppress nor control the shivers, moans, and liberating-sighs to her affection.

Fondling my balls in one of her palms, she let her loosely-sealed lips run up and down my shaft, before making occasional stops to suckle on that shiny-red, swollen dick head. When she started to swirl her tongue around that ‘spot’ under the ‘mushroom’, I got even louder, as my knees weakened to her increasingly-keen mouth.

For what felt like a long time, I was left to ‘suffer’ in a trance-like state, only sobering up to regain my grip on one of those support handles. By the time she had enough, it was only due to how ‘big’ I had gotten, which made it, in her own words, ‘too tiring for my jaws’.

I was distinctively ‘not myself’ when she sat me back down on the toilet (with the lid closed), maneuvered her way between my legs, and peeled her tight pair of panties to her knee-level.

Her subsequent movement, of bending forward a little to let her pussy ‘stick out’, suddenly appeared all too familiar to me. Not only was this particular position very common in porn, but a part of me has always thought that ‘this was too good to be true’, in terms of how much effort the ‘man’ has to put in.

I had literally nothing else to do, but hang on to my dear life and take in the view as her glistening pussy kept moving downward until it touched my dick head, then spliting itself as wide I was thick, before swallowing me whole.

Thanks to the blinding-overhead lights, I was able to catch a glimpse of her ‘entry procedure’ before lust took control of our bodies. Slamming just her hips down hard on my manhood, I took it upon myself to lie back and relax as her pussy did all the work, squeezing, milking, stimulating me in loud, forceful strokes.

As far as a ‘good job’ went, I fared better in containing my groans than her, moaning dangerously-louder as she became tighter around my cock. Also, there was no need for me to be concerned with her orgasms since she would gush (a small squirt) at every one of them, which was no less than five times from what I could count.

Her body just took me wherever it wanted until I was muddled, and exhausted, all from doing nothing but ‘being the ride’. On one hand, I couldn’t help feeling mentally-drained long before my body was, especially given how ‘enthusiastic’ and ‘energetic’ she was.

And on the other hand, I had this on-off thing where my orgasm was reaching but not reaching, in direct response to her erractic movements.

That said, a man can only last that long before he has to climax, and I made my rightful call before we went overboard. When she heard me, and ended the slippery ride, I could sense some sort of relief, from both her weary smile and the joy of my orgasm.

Going back onto her knees, she just jerked me off this time until I was ready to blow my load, into her mouth that I went numb in after the successful delivery.

In my dishevelled, spent state, I laid motionless while she put on a dress I didn’t recognise. After we were both dressed, we left the vacant mall and made our way home.

What began as my nightly, after-work shit turned into our nightly, after-work fuck, which I have to admit was a good way to make sure at least one of my staff would sleep well at night.

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Stuff’d

It was somewhat a comical, and entertaining sight as Janice dragged me impatiently into a handicap toilet, as though she was ‘urgent’. After setting our bags down, she immediately went for the hems of her dress, and pulled it off at one go. Moving onwards to the sink, she kept her feet slightly parted while she inched the sides of her panties down, pausing only when it was at her mid-thighs.

‘da.. daddy? can you help me?’, she whispered, that word for the very first time. As excited as I was, I had a bigger task to do, that is to help my little girl, take those panties off. Just as I had tucked my fingers into the sides of her underwear, she reminded me to ‘go slow’, while she grabbed hold of the tap and placed her other hand directly under her pussy.

Tugging her undies an inch at a time, I was indulging in the glorious sight of a dripping-wet dildo, exiting her pussy as I continued excavating her. The panties that she had wore that day, had a dildo sewn into the groin-section where her pussy would rest on. So, to put that on, she would gone through a similar experience, though more enjoyable than this.

Once we put away that warm, portable toy, Janice turned her attention to me, or to my cock, in particular. Within seconds, she had undone my belt and fly, diving her hands straight for my cock that was growing to the earlier visuals. She did not waste any more time and smacked her lips onto mine, kissing me wildly as our hands swarmed towards each other’s genitals. Once I was as hard as she was wet(ter), she hopped onto the sink and wrapped her legs around me, pulling me as close as I had to be, to guide my dick ‘home’.

In mere seconds, I was balls-deep inside her and my hips just went crazy at it, thrusting violently to the throbbing sensation I would feel whenever I paused. Resting one hand on her belly, I let my thumb worked her clit while my cock continued plugging her leaky hole, until she came hard into my embrace.

The next position we tried was doggy-style, over the (covered) toilet seat. With my hands gripping her waist firmly, I just let my body did the rest. For the most part, we both went so out of bound that we only had bits and pieces of hazy memories when we were finally done with each other. At the end, we found ourselves sprawled on the floor, with streaks over her pussy, thighs, and my fingers. The ‘aftertaste’, she reviewed, was probably gotten from my fingers that I stuck inside her after I delivered her creampie.

After resting for a bit, I helped her put on that panties again and resumed our shopping. We didn’t get very far when we passed by another quieter toilet, and crawled back in for another round of hot sex. Perhaps it was that afterglow, or pheromones, or some invisible scent from her cum-filled-dildo pussy that got us so enthusiastic.