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Uninvitation

Written for Erin Li, owner of IG @erinlinympho

Contradictory to how guys had hoped to ‘walk in’ on a couple having sex in public, I was in a different, more awkward situation when those familiar, sexy noises were heard. To be more specific, I was literally taking a dump, in the dark, when that couple decided to make use of the then closed changing room to satisfy their urges.

It was about ten minutes after 11pm when I had just rinsed the pool water off my body, and retreated to the unusually clean toilets to take dump – all done in the dark because of the trouble I might get into if the security catches me (using the pool after hours).

Probably five-minutes had past when I heard the (main changing room) door open, followed by whispers, some how smooching noises, and then the creaking of the old, wooden benches right in the middle of the room. From where I was, there was no way I could leave without interrupting them, nor do I want to put anyone in such an awkward, probably-life-changing situation because of their one-off raging hormones.

I had thought that I could ‘ride it out’ until that stupid flush sensor went off, silencing the room once and for all. The worse thing? The guy actually asked, ‘hello?’, to which I had to make myself known. Seeing that the damage was done, I quickly pulled my pants up and opened the cubicle door, making extra sure not to make any eye-contact.

Despite all that, it was still impossible, not to notice how the girl, then naked, was tied to the wide, centre bench.

‘Bro!’, that word he used immobilised me for some reason, and I was 90% sure he was about to threaten me. I replied in the only, non-offensive way I knew, ‘yeah?’, and heard him inviting me over, like ‘you in a hurry?’

To think that he actually came up to me, put an arm around my shoulders and brought me to his girl, was still very surreal to me. I would never imagine myself to be staring so closely at someone else’s girl, and even more so helplessly bounded to the bench at her wrists (above her head) and knees (apart, along the narrow sides of the bench).

Know that I have seen porn, of various genres and settings, featuring actresses so hot and I would use the word, ‘unattainable’. But that girl in front of my eyes, whom was so willingly (not struggling) exposed in such a compromising position, was so normal.

Illuminated by the lamp posts right outside the frosted-glass windows (for ventilation), she appeared neither fat nor skinny, yet toned at her waist and hips. But on top of that, she seemed strangely smooth all over, which I suspected was caused by some moisturiser or in this weird case – lubricant.

Oh, and did I mention, that she was blindfolded by a t-shirt loosely strewn over her head?

She just laid there quietly, while I tried to wrap my head about his true intention. ‘Do you want to have sex with her?’, he popped that question so casually, as if no one would say ‘no’. How could I not notice the quiver in her stomach when he said that? And yet, she remained silent.

‘Can you free my knees? I want to put my feet up’, she uttered with a shiver in her voice, but otherwise calm, and unwavered. The guy did as she asked, leaving her pussy even more exposed than ever for me to lost myself in. ‘Cmon’, was his last cue before I hesitantly undid my pants.

Swallowing my saliva, I just had to ask, ‘miss.. do I have permission to.. ‘, ‘Yes.. ‘, she interrupted.

At once, I took my pants off and leaned over her body, using one hand to glide the tip of my cock along her pussy to ‘gather’ some of that glistening oil that she was covered in. Except that, instead of some sticky substance, I was greeted with a slimy, slippery liquid that came from within her.

Taking my chances, I pushed my hips forward and let off a gasp as I ‘popped’ into her pussy, as if I had slid too far in for our own good. Since my little head was in, I thrust slowly to let the rest of myself in, and was duly overwhelmed by how she was appropriately wet for my unexpected ‘visit’.

I would say that she wasn’t excessively wet, like she was lusting for me, but it was just moist enough for me to slide in and out. My subsequent motion could be considered ‘generic’ as I rammed my hips into her groin, shoving as much meat as I could into a defenseless girl.

Those few times I took a break while inside her, I couldn’t help but be fascinated by the slight, but obvious tremors along her vaginal walls, which was only possible because of the lack of excessive lubrication.

Anyhow, I snapped out of my sensational journey and selfishly did what any man would, pounding her to my delightful end. Throughout the sex, her reaction was surprisingly natural, giving me a somewhat authentic ‘girlfriend experience’.

After about ten minutes of my uninvited ‘intrusion’, I announced my demise and heard her voice once again, ‘cum.. inside me.. ‘. Not-so-foolishly, I turned to her partner and got a palm-up hand-gesture, giving me the go-ahead cue.

Since there was nothing more to lose except some kind of blackmail-ish future, I came deeply into the stranger, leaving no rounds unfired for all that’s worth. Again, I was lost in some kind of trance before I realised I have to pull out, to a glorious sight of my thick, white cum leaking out of her in a single stream.

Out of politeness or confusion, I took her guy’s seat (after he stood up) and just.. stayed there while they engaged in their rightful act. At some point in time, I left them to themselves and to this day, remained unsure about the random event that unfolded.

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Sprinkling Specks

When I saw the shiny, cylindrical air-tight vial in my letterbox, I was immediately shaken. What I had initially thought was an ‘absurdly risky request’, apparently wasn’t so, since it had appeared where he said it would. As inscribed on the rarely-seen bus ticket wrapped around it, I went straight to that block, and to the floor I deduced ‘#12-#13’.

As there was no ‘time’ indicated, I just sat at the steps, for an unnerving fifteen minutes until I heard footsteps approaching. In my mind, all sorts of worst-case-scenarios were playing on a loop. From a police raid, to gangsters, to an unwitting resident, I was almost ready to get up and leave.

Once I felt a tap on my shoulder, I put on a ‘clueless’ face and turned around, to see an equally confused girl, dressed in an old, oversized white t-shirt.

‘Do you have it?’

‘Depends on who is asking.’

Stupidly quoting the ‘standard’ line from movies, she fumbled some more on her phone before sitting herself down next to me, appearing more confident. Without saying a word more, she simply flashed a bright smile at me as she reached for my belt, undoing as much as my pants to get to my cock.

Obviously, at that level of paranoia, I was far from being ‘hard’. But she kept a cheerful expression on her face as she shifted two steps lower, went between my knees, and began sucking on my stubby cock. Sure enough, I gradually got into the mood, and she knew better to embark on the second part of her quest too.

‘Can you put some on your finger?’

By then, I no longer had to ‘act blur’ and took out the vial, unscrew the lid, placed my index fingertip securely over the opening and made one 180° flip. That well-practiced teen then came up one step, sat with her back against me, and carefully guided that powdered-finger between her legs.

At once, I felt intense wetness, followed by soft, shy quivers as she soaked up the content. Pushing my finger further into her pussy, she became limp after a while, though not too suspiciously since she was just lying (backwards) on my shoulder.

Sensing how wet she was, I began rubbing her clit and her body just swayed back and forth, for about two minutes. Right after that, she bounced onto her feet, and gave me the cheekiest grin an innocent girl could do.

She then climbed over my lap, slipped me easily into her throbbing pussy, and then put that vial into my hand again. Reapplying some on my finger, she proceeded to suck on said finger while she gyrated her hips, sliding my cock all over the insides of her pussy.

It seemed, that after the initial ‘high’, she became impossibly alert, and probably sex-starved by the way she rocked herself over my dick. Not more than five minutes later, we were in standing-doggy, pumping my meat into her convulsing pussy as she suppressed her moans by sucking on my fingers desperately.

The clueless me just obeyed her instructions and kept reapplying more and more white powder onto her clit, into her mouth, until she climaxed. Once she had her fun, she slumped onto the ground, leaned against the wall, and transferred me into her mouth.

This time, I dabbed some on my penis and let her feast on it, which she did so quite mercilessly. On my last application, I let her snort some up her nose before unleashing a full-on face-fuck, shoving my cock down her throat while watching her enjoy the drug-fueled torture.

‘Cumming!’

I blurted out the whisper and let her hands take over, to jerk me right into her open-mouth. Within seconds, I came hard and quenched her thirst with my cum, which she swallowed it in a flash. To aid her clean-up, I sprinkled some more ‘flour’ like salt bae, and she used her skilful tongue to thoroughly ‘wrapped things up’.

‘Some more straight into my mouth?’

I put one last dip of my finger between her lips and she gave me a kiss in exchange, not asking for a single speck more. After the whole thing, while she was still alert, she gave me her number, and told me to call her if I wanted more.

Emptied, deflated, but weirdly energetic, I remained at that stairwell while she took off for home – which I had a rough idea where when she took the lift up.

Just as I was basking in the confusing powers of the ‘white powder’, I received a call from ‘blocked number’. In the brief conversation, I was told to remain where I was, and wait for another person.

Once again, I was on high alert until an older lady, in mid-twenties, showed up asking if I had it. As soon as I showed her the metallic, steel vial, her face lit up. In her white, off-shoulder top and baby-blue bondage skirt, she asked where would we be doing it.

‘Where are we doing what?’

‘The photoshoot! I’m so thankful that you didn’t ask to fuck me, but just take photos.’

‘Isn’t that more.. dangerous?’

‘Compared to what most suppliers ask me to do? I’d say yours is a godsend. So where?’

‘Umm.. let’s walk around and see where?’

With a genuinely grateful, delighted smile, we set off deeper into the neighbourhood, and took ‘outdoor-sy’ photos as I incentivised her along the way. As though it wasn’t enough to just have a willing model to be photographed in compromising positions in discreet-public space, I get to work with someone (her) of a model-calibre, whom I will admit was a little too enthusiastic for my weak heart.

After an hour or so of heart-thumping photoshoot in risky places, at increasing levels of undress (until one point where she was fully naked), I was done, along with my soul, hopes, and life goals. We both had gotten all we could out of that short stint.

Before we parted ways, we returned to the block where we first met, and just like the previous girl, I gave her a final taste. What I didn’t expect was for her thank-you kiss, to ignite her misplaced sense of gratitude.

In the end, we did what I did with the girl before, feeding her vagina and her mouth with that substance while we banged our minds out. Relieving myself for the second time down her throat, she was all affectionate about how her whole night has turned out.

As we both suspected, it was really ‘attitudes’ that would either make her go ‘wild’ or ‘nay’ with whomever fueling her addiction.

‘Text me k? I’ll be happy to do all that with you again.’

Next thing I knew, I sent a ‘sample’ of the photos I took to the first girl, only for her to agree in an instant, to match that challenge – on top of sex.

A week later, five more vials arrived in my mailbox, with a postcard wishing me success. That amount, would easily last me at least three months, by how sparingly I had dispensed it.

As expected, such an endeavour was not meant to last, for good reasons.

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Seeded

(Maeve moaned) ‘As.. you have.. said.. that my mouth.. is only.. only for.. you.. no one.. else will have it.. except.. except you.. MMMM!’

I shut my eyelids harder together as the unknown man banged her heartlessly, facial expressions clearly gloating of his own perceived superiority as she moans uncontrollably over my dick. His upright, standing position at the foot of the bed, allowed him full, complete use of his torso, to thrust as hard as he wanted, into my girl’s pussy.

For me, I was restrained to the four corners of the bed, sprawled open like a lab-rat, though the ‘test’ was to be pleasured, unrequittingly by the love of my life, who was on her fours, near the edge of the bed where he stood.

That very position, besides ‘convenience’, also meant that any man could just walk up to her butt, fuck her brains out, empty their balls and let her ooze whatever juices (neatly) onto the floor. Facing the powerful jerks and her erratic attempts to maintain an up-down motion, it was inevitable that I was getting head at varying depths.

(Man groaned) ‘CUMMING! ARGHHH!’

Giving her one final thrust, Maeve let her groan vibrated on my dick as his hips buckled, before he withdrew his shaft to let voluptuous amount of cum leak out of her. After he was done, he took some time in the attached bathroom to rinse himself, during which Maeve took that time to give me some much-needed, proper attention on my bewildered cock.

Just before he left, he pulled two pieces of fifty dollar notes and placed it near my feet. Needless to say, I was more confused than before, and also slightly irate at how he did not fully shut the door.

About ten seconds later, another man came in and dropped his pants, plunging his cock into Maeve without so much a word. That ‘new’ entry, forced out the cum of the previous guy and became ‘lubricant’ for him, who launched an all-out ‘attack’ immediately.

Unsurprisingly, the same, sloppy blowjob, unexpected deepthroat, exasperated moans, happened all over again. For the next five minutes, Maeve just kept trembling as she climaxed on that guy’s dick, dripping even more cum onto the ground. It didn’t take her long, to take her mouth off to catch some air, before she replaced her unhelpful mouth over my cock.

As time passed, I became more desensitised at the tip, and grew to enjoy the time I spent in her throat.

‘CUMMING!’

That same word filled our ears as he sped up his movements, slamming his groin rapidly at her bum until he froze. As he pulled out, cum squirted out of her pussy and it went ‘safely’ between his legs, though that was all I could deduced from his sudden jump backwards. Another hundred dollars landed on my feet, and another man took his place.

This time, once he filled Maeve up with his meat, she initiated a gesture to rub herself. It was time, I figured, that she took some care of her own orgasms. What I didn’t realise, was how quickly that guy came when she went limp suddenly, presumably caused by climaxing – in silence.

Another load of cum dribbled out of her and more money fell onto the bed. By the fourth ‘break’, I was too mentally-drained to recipocate any sexual responses, merely twitching to her increasingly-frequent handjob.

‘Baby.. is there any more guys?’

‘Just one more.. I planned five.’

The last, and final guy came in, unzipped, and pushed his way into her. Maeve then collapsed onto my lap in a shudder as he began fucking her, making long, rhythmic strokes according to his momentum. Trembling non-stop to each in or out motion, Maeve weakly stuffed my cock into her mouth to muffle her moans, which that guy was causing so easily.

Sticking one hand down her chest, she raised her butt slightly and the two began their unannounced ‘power struggle’. He picked up his pace and cringed hard as she pressed her lips tighter on my shaft, sucking harder as well in response to his impressive dong.

Within minutes, or perhaps very long seconds, he fell over her back as his waist jerked subtly, emptying his balls into my love. When he regained his strength, he repositioned her bum and went at it again. After his first load, there was less restraints on him as he pounded her mindless, shocking her with deep, thorough strokes over and over again.

Each outward pull would release a little of the cum mixture onto the floor, as if vacating his predecessors for his own ‘rightful’ space. Maeve, was just helplessly getting pleased by his powerful piston, sliding so easily in and out of her drenched pussy.

At some point in time, she placed her hand between her legs again, reasons unknown to me until she flashed a cheeky grin at me. As she squinted her eyes, he immediately let off a loud, surprised grunt. He was then seen to increase his speed exponentially, like he was fighting against her determined grip (on his cock), except that he was attempting to do it through rough, violent sex.

Nonetheless, she managed to throw him off tempo and worked up a ‘premature’ orgasm (from him), extracting his second load under his very unwilling mood. As wild as he started, things quickly died down once he lost interest, dropping off two hundred dollars with a kind of satisfied-terrified-unwilling-impressed look on his face.

Once the ‘party’ was over, Maeve took her time and lathered my manhood in her saliva, replacing her tired mouth with her hands that happy-ended me into her perched-throat. That night, we spent a long time in the bathtub, rinsing, fingering, soaking, frolicking until our skin were wrinkled.

I would say that I have done my best, to excavete most of them out of her, in place of me, or rather, my cum specifically. Was it worth it? Probably, minus the mess at the foot of the bed none of us wanted to handle.

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Crowded

(Shawn whispered) ‘put your hand lower.. ‘

As naive as Jolie was, she knew what was waiting ‘lower’. Still, she shifted her palm along his belly until she felt some fluids, presumably oozing from the tip of his – cock. Her ensuing pause, somehow reminded him, that she might not have done it before.

(Shawn whispered) ‘can you go lower and hold it? it will warm you up.’

Since he asked, she did as told and only stopped when she heard his deep breaths, all caused by her untrained fingers squeezing and relaxing over his dick.

(He whispered) ‘move your hand up and down.. it will.. ahhh.. yes.. like that.. ‘

In the tight constraints of his boxers, Jolie followed his instructions, jerking him off as fast as it didn’t get too obvious. As a not-too-stupid guy, he reciprocated her ‘affection’, with that hand he slipped under her dress, between her legs, to give that soft, fleshy mound a massage.

Throughout the last hour of the movie, they did just that, stiffening up that already-uncomfortable bulge, and getting the panties of an innocent-looking girl, soaking wet.

After the show, he kept her seated until everyone had left, and brought her to his ‘secret hideout’ – an unused, unlit, door-less room somewhere between the exit-only door and the stairwell leading down to the main exit.

(He whispered) ‘can I kiss you?’

(Jolie whispered) ‘kiss me? where?’

Without saying a word, he slid both hands under her dress, unclasped her bra, and raised her one-piece outfit high enough to expose her breasts. His mouth, immediately went over her nipples and suckled on them, while her fingers find their way into his hair. The more he sucked, the harder she pushed his face into her chest. The harder he sucked, the louder, her whimper of pleasure became.

It didn’t take long, for her to be slumped onto the dusty floor, and for him to finally let his cock out for air. Since he was more energetic than ever, and still on his feet, he didn’t hesitate a second, to step over her legs and positioned his cock right in her face.

‘Can you suck on it?’

(Jolie asked) ‘Suck on.. this? Mmm.. ‘

Before she even opened her mouth wide enough, he had already tucked about an inch of his cock behind her lips. Then, he paused at where he was, and let her hold the base of his shaft while she attempted to savour it. After a few blind minutes of licking and sucking it ‘wrongly’, he very nicely, stopped her.

(Shawn asked) ‘Is it OK if I move, but you just stay still and keep your lips close around it?’

‘Uh.. ok?’

With that, he held her head firmly in place and began thrusting his hips, to get as much cock into her mouth before she choked. It couldn’t be helped, that she had to endure the painful gagging before he learnt of her limits, grateful for any level of blowjob no matter how little she could take.

Another five or so harrowing minutes later, he had enough of the tiring maneuver and much to her relief, sat on the ground with her.

(He asked) ‘Have you ever had sex?’

‘No? Why?’

(He asked) ‘Do you want to?’

(She answered) ‘Do you?’

Burdened by the passing time and limited field of vision, Shawn knew he couldn’t waste a minute more, and helped Jolie onto her feet. Bending her over into a standing doggystyle, he taught her to arch her back downwards, while he slathered his cock with an ample amount of saliva.

Once ready, he poked his soft tip into her pussy, that seemed so unwilling to spread any further. Regardless of her ‘experience’, Shawn kept inching forward until she was deeply filled with his cock.

The poor, trembling young lady just did her best to remain standing as he rammed his engorged manhood into her vagina, stretching her to however long he was. Seeing that tight, small, mindless of a body at his full disposable, he make sure to hammer her at every speed he could manage, just to see if she might be the one he could ‘own’, or better still, ‘turn’.

About fifteen minutes into the rapish-sex, she unconsciously reached her climax. At the instant she came over his oversized-cock inside her underdeveloped pussy, he too, lost his mind as cum sprayed into her, lining her inner-walls with thick, gooey fluids on his way out.

‘Fuck! You are! tight!’

Almost at the same time the deed was done, his pants were up, and he even straightened her dress for her. Needless to say, they got out of that dark corner as fast as she could walk, and his goodbyes were as brief as un-rude as he could be.

(She texted him) ‘Shawn? I know that our meet up was short, but I hope you enjoyed yourself. I know I am a little inexperienced, but you definitely left your mark on me. I made a little something for you, although it’s incomplete with bits of pieces here and there. [URL removed] Hope to hear from you again.’

How silly, could he have thought she was. A hidden camera, an audio-recorder, a cotton-swab for any DNA he might have left behind, a few selfies with the bruises he caused, and of course, an IUD to keep herself safe.

Her ploy, seemed somewhat similar to Patreon, except that her ‘backers’, were all her assasilant/ blackmail victim. Crowd-funding huh?

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Have Fund!

(She requested) ‘Text me when he is here k? I’ll be getting myself ready in the bathroom.’

The subsequent ten-minute wait, couldn’t have felt any longer when the doorbell finally rang, for an ok-looking, taller-than-myself man to show up. Without exchanging a single word, I let him inside, sent Maeve a text, and the immediate blue tick assured me of her notice.

Not more than a minute later, Maeve came out of the bathroom in a black bodysuit I bought her, and dove into his arms excitedly. He made sure to whisper all his words, so I could never form a complete sentence, but she was all vocal in her responses.

Lying atop him in bed, she pulled his shirt over his head, and left them on his eyes as she stripped his pants off. Once his underwear was out of the way, her mouth quickly engulfed the tip of his semi-hard monster, going down his shaft so slowly I could feel my loin yearning for some.

At first, he was adamant about not having his eyes covered. But after a few minutes of ‘oral-coaxing’, he understood how tedious it was, to keep his eyes opened as she covered his meat in affection. Once she has lubricated him with her saliva, she went for her favourite ‘spot’ (at least on me), which was right under the penile-hood, where sheer contact would drive me crazy.

True enough, she swiftly plunged him deep into limbo as she dragged those soft, luscious lips over that ‘bridge’, draining as much of his strength as possible.

After ten more minutes under the blissful torture of her mouth, he cried submission, to also keep his deal worthwhile.

‘How do you like me?’

(He answered breathlessly) ‘Mission.. nary.. ‘

And just like that, she sprawled onto the bed and flipped on her back, spreading her legs wide enough for him to go between. Skipping any sort of foreplay on her, he picked both her feet up by the ankles and let the well-mannered girl, guided his cock into her – raw.

Upon seconds of that carnal penetration, he dropped her legs and tumbled on top of her, before letting an autonomous, eager rage consume his desire for her. With his upper-body safely perched on his straightened arms, he jerked just his hips, back and forth into the curvy little girl whom was moaning in more of a comfortable, than pleasurable voice.

How she felt, was clearly indifferent to him as he lost control of his rhythm, thrusting as and when he caught up with his own breaths. No more than five minutes later, he was exhausted beyond his own comprehension, but that was not how Maeve would leave things.

Flipping him onto his back this time, Maeve took her spot on top of him and let herself go – slightly. Grinding her hips back and forth, her ‘volunteerism’ might not be the better choice (for him) as he was caught in an uptight, agonising state of sexual-overdrive.

At some point in time during her untiring, up-down bouncing ride, he snapped, and instructed her to get on her fours. As stern as he sounded, it wasn’t rude, and so she obeyed. Despite being quite rough when he shoved his cock into her pussy, he appeared quite confident, of his mysteriously-renewed stamina.

Barely five minutes had past, into the forceful ravaging of her heavenly body when he completely buckled, under her cheeky, secret clit-rub to induce an orgasm (for herself) that ultimately proved too tight, and therefore, too stimulating, for his pent-up orgasm to bear.

Following their seamless climax, he then cummed so much into her that it overflowed out of her mound, soiling the bed where their genitals hovered above. For her last scene, she invited him to join her as she smeared his liquid love over her pussy, ass and thighs.

After the two chatted for a while in bed, she excused herself to the bathroom, while the man went for his bag.

‘Here. Four hundred.’

Another few long minutes passed before Maeve reappeared, and gave him a goodbye hug.

‘Is that what you wanted to see?’

‘Yes.’

‘And does that make you.. ok. I got my answer.’

I figured that no answer, would be better than the solid, hard-on she felt through my jeans, though I couldn’t understand why she did not ‘tend’ to it. After all that happened, I dozed off momentarily in the car headed for home and was woken up when we arrived – at Amara Sanctuary for her next ‘client’.

Turns out, clients.

When it was finally our, specifically Maeve and I, turn to pay some much needed attention to each other, I finished too soon, for a good reason in my defense.