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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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Sake of Love

*Running our hands all over each other in the lift heading up to our apartment*

(I whispered) ‘hey.. someone is getting impatient huh?’

(Maeve replied) ‘uh huh.. I can’t get to get this inside me.. OH! Before I forget.. *hands me an envelope* Happy birthday baby.. ‘

As I received the thick envelope, I couldn’t help but made a few guesses about its content, which were all wrong – until I joked that it was a ‘big stack of money’. Maintaining that sly grin on her face, we swiftly made our way into the house and into our bedroom, before I managed to peep into my birthday present. To my disbelief, it was indeed, filled with a wad of light-orange, 100-dollar notes.

In no time, I was led into bed, with my pants and all swiftly stripped away for her to suckle on my weiner. My brain was split between pleasure and confusion as I shivered involuntarily to her advances, unable to fully enjoy the royal treatment with those doubts.

(In my weakened voice) ‘Ba..by? Where did.. where did the money ca.. come from?’

Without giving me a clear reply, she went more wildly at the blowjob, neutralising my wandering thoughts with fuzzy, overwhelming ones. After my erection turned red(er) and thicker at her hand-blowjob combo, I was literally lifeless when she pulled her dress off and squatted over my cock.

I believed that that was the moment she had her eyes fixated on my glittering, saliva-covered member when she ‘relaxed’ herself, letting thick goops of whitish, semi-translucent fluids run down my member.

(Maeve shyly answered) ‘I got it in exchange for this.’

Before I could even say a word, we both saw an increase in the intensity of my cock-throbs, along with a hardness that only she would know.

(In my disbelief) ‘You.. had sex with other men.. for money?’

‘Yes.. slowly lowering herself over my drenched penis I fucked them.. for cash.. ‘

Upon hearing that, I slammed my hands on her tits and squeezed them so hard she winched, forcing her to alleviate that pain by moving her hips back and forth. In that jealousy-filled moment, I could feel some of that immense sensitivity leaving my loin area, without affecting my hardness. As much as I tried to ‘play it cool’, her last statement did hurt – in the exact way I had imagined.

She proceeded to go all-out crazy on top of me, sliding that plump pussy repeatedly up and down my cock as if it was the last time we would ever fuck. Lubricated by the ‘money’ counted in the unit of ‘men’, she was especially vocal and violent about getting me as deep inside her as she could.

(As I moaned) ‘Do you.. feel.. dirty?’

(She moaned) ‘OH YES BABY! SO.. SO VERY.. DIRTY.. ‘

Still mushing her volumptous breasts, I pinched her nipples next to rile her up even more. It couldn’t be helped that under that much lubrication, I was able to last longer, or at least long enough for me to perch myself up to ‘feed’ on those perky nips. That mere five minutes of her continuously slamming her tight pussy down my cock, felt so intense that I wasn’t too surprised when she had to slow down, to let us both catch our breaths.

‘Is it my turn?’

‘Do you want to? I can continue.. if you just let me catch my.. HEY!’

In the blink of an eye, I had placed her in missionary, wasting no more than three seconds to fill her pussy once again with my enraged cock. Thrusting mercilessly into her wailing body, I just held her knees wide as I gloated at the sight of my tireless dick indirectly causing her to moan that loud, and occasionally catch her watchful eyes monitoring my wrinkled-frowns.

Although I started, and sustained a relentless, non-stop streak, it wasn’t meant for me to last that long under such extreme ‘environment’. Running out of stamina sooner than she did, she was quick to point out my exhaustion – which warranted her for a takeover.

Returning to the cowgirl position, she simply rocked only her hips this time, pushing just that one button that would send tremors up my spine. However, when she tucked her feet in, and adopted the up-down-slamming angle, I then knew that that earlier back-forth motion was not sufficient to stimulate her as much.

Within three minutes, I think, I was calling my orgasms out to an unresponsive lover, more concerned with her on-going, sex binge. It wasn’t until I was convulsing (in pleasure), did she suddenly jump away from my swinging cock, got into the 69-position, and devoured my manhood in one ‘gulp’.

My memories over the the next few minutes was rightfully-robbed from me as I sensed my hips buckling, for a powerful, balls-draining orgasm that she moaned satisfyingly to, the whole time. I could feel my life force getting drained as she massaged my shrivelled testicles for more cum, before using her tongue to scoop up any missed bits.

That went on for a while on my inanimate, physical self, before a familiar shroud of calmness ‘refilled’ my body. Like magic, I was able to make out where her lips were (along my cock), what she was doing with her tongue, and revived in terms of size and behaviour.

Clearly, my obstructed vision didn’t stop her from doing as she pleased with my weiner while I probed at her pussy, making sure she was in the mood before raising her hips over my face. For those who didn’t know, I am someone whom trusts whoever she trusted, to let him (or whichever men) cum inside her. So I didn’t mind the taste of cum, and ate her out until she recalled that tiny detail.

For our subsequent round, we did it in a milder ‘mood’, in doggystyle, for as long as I last to regain my peak sensitivity to pump my second load into her – rightful place this time. We spent the day mostly in bed, in each other’s arms, and inside each other, before she brought me to a staircase of her choosing to make me an amateur video for memory.

Happy birthday to me.

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Bus Boy, and Girl

Stuck at a bus stop where the last bus failed to notice my flailing arm, I was drowning out my disbelief with music from my old-school, iPod Classic when another ‘passenger’ darted into the obscured bus stop. Without any warning, she slapped a hand on my shoulder and asked, while catching her breath.

‘I’m so.. sorry to bother you but.. did you notice if bus 171 has passed this stop?’

(I replied calmly) ‘Yes. The driver didn’t see me, and that was the last bus.’

(She muttered) ‘shiiitt.. ‘

It wasn’t until she started wringing rain water out of her hair, did I noticed that she was completely drenched, all the way to her bra that had became slightly visible. No more than two minutes later, her sneezing became more frequent, along with the occasional shivering of her shoulders.

To be honest, I had no idea what went through my mind when I decided to take my warm, merino shirt off, as if a stranger would just accept that kind of ‘generosity’ so naively. Still, I did just that and she took up my offer, after some rightful contemplation. About three minutes later, she returned to the bench I was at and returned the favour with a single bar of KitKat.

(She asked) ‘So you’re not in a hurry to get home?’

‘Not really. It’s actually quite nice to sit here in the dark and enjoy some music. Wanna listen?’

Without hesitation, she tucked her side of my earpiece into her ear and laid her head on my shoulder, re-enacting a scene that seemed straight out of some cheesy Korean drama. At one point, our arms accidentally touched each other and that was when she learnt of my ‘ability’, to emit warmer-than-usual body heat that has mostly caused me to needlessly perspire – more than other people.

She immediately jumped on that ‘benefit’ and hooked her arm under mine, burying both her hands into my palms while I sat there motionlessly. For a brief moment, it felt like a fantasy, to be coddled by a young-looking lady, whose sole need (at that time) was wholly met. We just sat there for a long time until she slipped one of her hands under my singlet, to receive warmth directly from my belly.

(She whispered) ‘Thank you for your shirt, and being so nice.’

‘You’re welcome, I guess?’

‘And letting me into this small part of your world. Sitting here, listening to music, next to a warm body.’

Before I could come up with another way to respond, she had tucked that belly-hand lower, into the waistband of my running shorts. I was still in an apprehensive daze when she suddenly dived for my cock, all cold and shrivelled up in the rainy weather. It didn’t stay that way (small) for long once she began fondling it, toying with it mindlessly until it was all thick and swollen.

(I asked politely) ‘May I.. put my hands on you?’

(She whispered into my ear) ‘uh huh.. ‘

I placed a hand around her back and clumsily raised her shirt until I could feel her skin, and was promptly surprised by the lack of panties. With one hand in my shorts, she swiftly put her other hand under her shirt and unclasped her bra, allowing me to run my hand all over her petite bosoms I couldn’t stop caressing.

(She asked) ‘you like my size?’

‘very much.’

An unforgettable, wide smile was then imprinted in my eyes before we ‘changed’ location, towards the back of the bus stop where tall bushes stood. As soon as we could no longer be ‘exposed’ by any headlamps of passing cars, we lost our restraints and let our hands run wild, going all over each other’s bodies under our clothes while hugging tightly to avoid any affection that kisses might instill. Within minutes, my shorts were down, her shirt was up, and she was placed in doggystyle against one of the squarish-poles that held the roof up.

Unhinged, hot, and a little out of our minds, she grabbed my hand next, spat in it, and made me do the same before I applied it on my cock as lubricant. After a few, careful thrusts into her pussy, we both sighed in pleasure as our genitals overwhelmed each other with extraordinary warmth, like an engine getting heated for a magical ride.

Holding that tiny waist of her, my hips just moved on its own, ramming my fat cock into her pussy that was getting increasingly-wet as vehicles provided the lightshow for our unspeakable behaviour. All I could recall was how fast and fierce I was shoving my cock into her slippery pussy while she wailed, gasped, hissed, and grunted to my deepest thrusts.

In less than five minutes, she was moaning hysterically to her orgasm while I groaned excruciatingly to the unexpected tightness of her vagina, closing in on my stiff rod so mercilessly. Not one to give up so easily, I hammered on until her knees suddenly went weak, thus leaving me to hold her up as I pounded my last bit of energy into her limp body.

(I moaned) ‘I’m cumming! Now!’

Just as I yanked it out of her, she managed to ‘catch’ it with the hand she stuck under her legs and stopped me from moving backwards any further.

‘Keep pumping until you cum.. ‘

Seeing that I had evacuated into a safer space, I replaced my hands on her shoulders and made my few, final strokes in her grip, before letting it spurt over her fingers. Being the more ‘vulnerable’ person with my shorts down, I quickly got dressed before turning my attention to her, but there was little I could do when I saw an approaching – bus 171.

(I exclaimed) ‘Our bus!’

I immediately waved my hands like a mad man until the bus flashed its stop signal. After collecting both our bags, she playfully slipped her cum-covered hand into mine and led me onto the bus, where we had no place else to rest our soiled hands except in each others’.

Long story short, we did a pit stop at my place to wash up, and went for a proper round two before I walked her home. On her parting note, it would seem like I might be expecting a frequent visitor soon.

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Lifelong Journey

(I moaned) ‘ohhh.. shiii.. Jolyn? You know you don’t have to do this at all right? I’ve already.. haaa.. already given you my word that.. that I won’t.. mmmm.. tell anyone.. ‘

I was literally ‘seeing’ stars as I laid wasted on my couch, limbs twitching to every flick of her tongue on my dick head. For the better or worse, I was especially calm despite getting sucked off by a married woman, or in more accurate term – cousin-in-law. A year had almost past, since I bumped into her (already married) at some bar I couldn’t recall the name of. As a very private person, I couldn’t care less even if it was an extra-marital fling, but when they simultaneously made out, and petted each other in the open (noticeable from afar), I had to do a double take.

Turns out, the male partner was someone we both knew were blood-related, and in a ‘too close’ way. To get him off her, I decided to follow them for a bit, hoping to collect some leverage I could use against him. Just when I thought my quest would end at the lobby of some hotel, the two of them, still in their evening dress and suit, actually went to the stair-landing of a housing board estate. Granted with that sort of convenience, I could only have ‘too much evidence’ to catalogue.

The moment I confronted him, my cousin-in-law, Jolyn, ‘approached’ me by showing up at my place one day, unannounced. I was halfway through confessing my faults when she mumbled a ‘thank you’, followed by the removal of her oversized t-shirt and workout shorts. Although I was caught off guard, I could understand exactly why, and what was she up to. For the next two minutes she took to fold her clothes, tie her hair I did nothing else but gave her my word after word, making promises and swearing upon all the gods I know, that her one-off, drunken stupor, would never be mentioned to another soul.

Clearly, Jolyn was more clear-headed, as she went onto her knees between my feet, putting an official end to her past mistake with the beginning of a new one. To date, as we neared the one-year payment of her ‘silencing fee’, I was still as sensitive, and responsive to her, as I was on the fateful first day.

I was, always gasping for air when she pushed those lightly-pressed lips down the tip of my cock, purposefully extending the duration she would cross the ‘valley’ under my little head, to give me that jolt, and relief, as she transited to the main shaft. She knew how crazy that would get me, and she had never hesitated to repeat that same move until I went silent out of exhaustion. Which by then, I would also be so easily sensitised that I react overly-enthusiastically, to that sudden, deep descend into her throat, where a throbbing, squeezing sensation would prod juse the tip of my cock.

The subsequent in-out strokes into her mouth would only give me that bit of a break, hampered by her nimble fingers fondling my balls like no tomorrow. At some point, I couldn’t help but wondered, if she was really just doing this for ‘repayment’, or the ‘enjoyment’ I would see in her infrequent, subconscious smiles. As much as I indulge in that unconventional pleasure she had willingly channeled through my loin, I was more surprised with how well she had known my body.

Though there wasn’t any major or re-learning of ‘styles’, she didn’t take long to associate my.. groans, with the ‘phase’ I was mentally in. Like after that mind-boggling blowjob, she would then resume the ‘normal’, in-out strokes that focused solely on my shaft, which she understood would push me right up to the edge. I was, literally at the edge of orgasm when she slowed, or even stopped entirely, to let me recuperate. And after I showed some kind of physical cues(?) that I had regained my composure, she would restart the process again, absolutely determined to leave no strength unused for the later part.

When I was thoroughly drained of any sanity, or fight, or reasons to live, she then stood up, pulled her panties off, put my two feet together, and sat on my lap to play with her pussy for however long she pleased. It was on another day, about three months ago, when she blindfolded me, did her usual thing with her mouth, before she dropped her pussy on my cock. In my defense, I was so, so aroused at that point that I couldn’t even last five minutes, and emptied my load inside of her. Of course, I had to ask about that kind of ‘privilege’, and she quietened me forever with her answer, ‘That gym freak wants a baby, and he won’t stop taking steriods’.

Now that we no longer needed a blindfold, she just tucked my cock into her pussy once she was wet enough and went wild on her spot, grinding and rocking and slamming her pussy into my groin. My hips may ache a little, but it was worth it to see a well-developed, office lady (OL) so turned on, so agitated, making all those hissing and sighing noises atop my dick.

You could say that we were, ‘conditioned’, after so long together, for her to climax exactly one time, before we would come together on her second. On top of any ‘control’ that I was denied, I had less say in my choice to cum (or not cum), that day. Jolyn just kept going until I came, balls-deep, into her, and trigger her orgasm. For that particular day, she let my cum trickle out of her pussy as she ‘dismounted’ me, and created a ‘cream-coated dong’ she seemed too excited to feed on. Once I was cleaned, she put her clothes back on, in the direction of the IP camera I had on the TV shelf.

(I explained) ‘Jo? I really don’t want you to do this any.. ‘

(Jolyn interrupted) ‘See you again J. Oh! Check your camera. I think it’s blocked by something.’

As she walked backwards for the lift landing, she mouthed a few words to me, that looked so familiar, but I couldn’t remember what they were until I saw her Young-Hearts-branded panties draped over the security Lifecamera. Right! Happy Birthday!

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Tight Pocket

(Male voice) ‘Hey Maeve.. missing me already?’

(Maeve whispered) ‘Tsk.. yes.. he can’t satisfy me enough.’

Squinting my eyes at the live-footage streaming from the camera in the living room, I was overwhelmed with guilt and shame as I watched my own wife kissed another man, giving him free reign to run his hands all over her body. It wasn’t the first time they had met, nor did such a thing, but there was something different about this time when Maeve voluntarily pulled her pyjamas off for him. I was partly livid, as I was – aroused, at how seamless she was at wrapping those cute, little fingers around his manhood, while he fondled her G-cups like a boy seeing boobs for the first time.

Slowly, they moved to the couch where she sat him down, and let him jiggle those heavy breasts as she tied her hair into a ponytail. Within a minute or two, she was kneeling on our cheap, IKEA fur rug between his legs, and just stroked him mindlessly until he reached behind her head. Like the unpredictable, little vixen she was, she pounced on his cock and sent his head flying backwards, even turning left and right as her head danced gracefully around his groin.

When I noticed the erratic, unnatural motion of her hips, I turned my attention to her pussy, where she had obviously stuck a few fingers into to ‘aid’ her mood. They were about fifteen minutes into the extra-marital when he abruptly pulled her onto her feet, bent her over the coffee table, and brought her ass down/ backwards over his dick.

Maeve was more than happy to do the work as she still had exercises to catch up on. So, she began bouncing on this lap, twerking and riding his cock to his expressive groans. At this point, she glanced straight into the camera as she slipped a hand over her clit, and rubbed it rhythmically as he flung his arms around for something to grab.

(He gasped) ‘Can.. can I cum.. inside.. inside you?’

(Maeve answered confidently) ‘Nope.’

With that, she hopped off his cock and went back on her knees, replacing her pussy with mouth so swiftly that he didn’t even change his pitch. Sucking and jerking his cock with a hundred percent intent, he only lasted a minute longer, before he blew a powerful, full load into her tireless mouth that had not planned to stop.

When she was finally done, he was weak beyond words, though he didn’t need much strength to fish that $300 out of his pocket. After they disappeared for a while in the direction of the kitchen, he gave her a few more kisses before leaving the house. As for Maeve, she was back on her phone, typing away over a glass of Moscato.

*Ding dong*

And within thirty minutes, another man showed up, for her to repeat the same ‘play’ as she had done. It wasn’t until after the sixth man had left, did she finally bust me out for a deserving, lazy round of lie-there-and-not-move sex. Times are especially bad after the pandemic, but luckily, her ‘kink’ was profitable, and our good times were cost-free.