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Closed Doors

After Evelyn had her lunch with Charles, they walked along the empty classrooms in the poly until they reached a room that they used for meetings. She was in a sleeveless short flare dress that had been teasing him so much that he had been raping her mentally long before their class ended. She clicked down on the door handle and a slight push let them into the ‘activity’ room. Charles couldn’t wait any longer and nudged her in, dumping his bag on the table and flipping her skirt up.

Evelyn (whispering): ‘Can’t you wait?’

Charles (whispering): ‘How to when you are wearing so sexy?’

As she placed her bag down, he was already tugging her panties down her legs. Once her bare pink pussy was unprotected, he slid the rolling chair behind her and took a seat, licking between her ass on the drying oyster. Evelyn perched herself up on the table and let him work his tongue up and down her slit, wetting it so she could accommodate him. After a minute, he was already too hot to just lick her, and he began unzipping his pants.

Evelyn turned herself over to sit on the desk and opened her legs for her fingers to masturbate. There she was, rubbing her own clit slowly while the sex-starved guy was whipping his cock out. As soon as he freed his hard on, he went up to her and pulled her head onto his lips, frenching her and taking over the clit rub with his hand. Running his fingers up and down a few times, he sank into her pussy after she jerked her hips. Charles loved to tease his little girl to the point she took control.

His fingers rammed into her tiny hole faster and faster while he felt her hand stroking his manhood vigorously. After five minutes of furious hand actions, he was getting impatient. He stood away from her and she bent herself over the table, raising her dress higher to her chest.

One hand reached for his dick between her legs and he placed it into her open palm. The hormone-crazy girl pulled him into her hole and reached both her hands out, stabilising herself for the high speed thrusts she loved. Charles pinned her waist down on the table and rammed into her, going in deep and fast. Evelyn was expressing her pleasure through moans filled with yes! yes!, oh god..

Charles had gotten exactly what he wanted and he pumped faster, shaking the whole table with his hip power. Evelyn was crazy from the sensitiveness of her pussy, and it was making her so high. After a while, he flipped her over into seated missionary and pounded her face to face, letting her suckle on his nipples to keep her quiet. Her legs were wrapped tightly around his waist, bringing him closer and deeper.

Suddenly, a tight squeeze came over his rod and he paused to look at her in bewilderment.

Evelyn: ‘I’ve been doing Kegel like you wanted me to.’

Charles: ‘Good good. Let’s see how much you practiced.’

The skin-close wrap around his rod was much more unbearable, and he went even faster, taking every thrust as the final one. At last, he felt his urge coming and yanked his dick out. He sat next to her on the table and Evelyn took the chair in front of his legs. Rolling herself between his thighs, her mouth went down on his wet cock and slurped hungrily on it. Holding her head in his hands, he pushed her down on his shaft until he was about to cum.

He let go off her and she held his dick in her mouth, making a few more trips down awaiting the load. Her hardwork paid off and the warming streams of cum leaked into her mouth, covering her tongue with a slight sweetness and a mix of salty, bitter taste. Moving her lips down for the last time, the exit was done slowly and with a light suction. Charles groaned at her teasing tongue and she smiled in front of his face. A kiss was planted to end the session and he kept his eyes closed, enjoying the movements in her lips as she swallowed.

Evelyn: ‘Let’s get out of here.’

Charles couldn’t agree more and got dressed, hiding her panties in plain sight into his bag. They walked hand in hand out of the room and left the premises, with a small stain of juice flowing down Evelyn’s legs.

Evelyn (whispering): ‘I’m still wet.’

Charles: ‘Off to my place now?’

Evelyn: ‘Yeah.. ‘

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Quitting It

Please take note that this entry contains drug references. But it’s not like you don’t know Google right? Go forth my dear readers. I mean.. just read and get yourself off. Never ever do drugs for goodness sake. Anyway, orgasms always feels better, for both the men and ladies.

Pearlyn approached the door that her mind could not get rid off, and pressed on the doorbell. The studious looking guy whom she knew as Max opened the door and looked at her shivering state. He knew what she was there for, and he slowly pushed on the creaking handle to let her in. She sat on his sofa with familiarity and began unbuttoning her denim jacket, parting the buttons to reveal the fishnet body stocking she wore.

Max: ‘Wait wait. Are you sure you want this? It’s not fair to me, and yourself.’

Pearlyn: ‘I can’t help it. I am dying for it.’

Max sat beside her and she straightened her body, about to ask if he was getting the goods. He gave a pat on the pouch lying in the middle of the coffee table and pulled her hand to him before she got it.

Max: ‘Pearlyn. Look, you used to be a nice, decent girl before that asshole introduced it to you. You should quit and get yourself back. You can’t do this forever.’

Pearlyn (sobbing): ‘I tried. I really tried. I turned to smoking to kick the habit but I can’t. I smoke two packs a day, and it’s causing more damage than using it.’

Max: ‘I really don’t want to give it to you. It’s as good as killing you.’

Pearlyn undid the last button at her waist and widened the gap, hanging on to both Max’s hands while pleading him dearly. She had hoped that sex would tempt him enough to give it to her, but he was stronger than she thought, or was he as strong as we thought she did not thought?

Pearlyn: ‘I am willing to do anything for it. I don’t have money now, but I’ll pay you as soon as I have it.’

Max couldn’t bear seeing her face turn whiter and took out the packet of cocaine, watching her snatch it from his hand and pouring the contents onto his glass table top. She took a straw from her jacket that she took off and used it to create a line from the powder. The straw was stuck up her nose, and a long sniff vacuumed the line up. Her body threw itself back on the couch and she continued stripping her panties off, leaving the braless chest unhidden under the netted top.

Max disappeared for a moment to retrieve a condom and he left it on the table, before standing before Pearlyn. She immediately knew what to do and held his cock straight, giving him a slow descend down his shaft. His eyes were on the girl feeling so high that she did not care what she was doing. While one hand was holding his manhood, the other was playing with her womanhood under the leather skirt, slurping wetly with her juice.

Although he was enjoying himself at her expense, the sight of a perfectly fine lady gone to waste was bugging him a lot. The ‘class’ she used to have, the aura of elegance, went up in smoke as she took her first drag. After ten minutes of tireless sucking, she pushed him aside to draw the second line into her system. With the high intake of cocaine, the effects on her body was amplified and the second lap lasted longer.

Max pulled himself away from the cocksucker and pushed her over the coffee table. Her hands held her body up on the glass and her knees were on the sofa. A quick flick of a lever behind the couch lowered the backrest into a bed and Max kneeled at her pussy. The third narrow line of powder went up her nose and she backed down on his dick. The ‘hole-in-one’ move kickstarted his pounding and Pearlyn moaned at the double pleasure her body was going through. Her pussy was leaking so badly that every thrust splashed some of her yummy goodness onto his legs.

He did not care about that though, merely ramming his hot rod into her soft, damp pussy. From his sight, he could see her anus moving on its own, giving him the cue to force his thumb into the shit hole. Pearlyn immediately got up and kept her hand over his thumb, while his hips continued to ram her hard.

Pearlyn (moaning): ‘Oh god.. it feels so good. Keep fucking me. Abuse me as you wish.’

The insane girl’s statement had no effect on Max as he was getting what he wanted. Soon, he was getting tired from the unpredictable contractions of her pussy and changed his position to sit between her legs. Pearlyn just sat herself down on his lap and bounced up and down, giving Max a ‘harder’ time. His legs were wide opened and her feet were together, giving him the tightest ever squeeze while fucking him.

She pulled the last line into her system and her hips grounded him even faster. Max was trying to hold her still as his balls gathered the cum. He did not want to impregnate this close-yet-far friend, at least not in this state. Her body weight was pinning him down and the vigorous movements were tough to restraint.

Max: ‘I’m about to shoot! Fucking get off me!’

Pearlyn: ‘Just cum in me.. Please.. ‘

She stopped to turn herself around and Max was still struggling to push her away. The girl placed both her feet on the sofa and humped him by bouncing up and down really hard, hurting his hips. The last straw came and she felt the strong jet of cum hitting her womb. A change to grinding motion sucked every drop out of him into her body and Max went so weak that he could only groan as his sensitive tip was tormented by her pussy.

An orgasm hit Pearlyn as he finished shooting, wrapping her pussy so closely around his shaft that she was immobilised temporarily. The gentle pulse massaged his rod upwards and her poised nature returned for that moment. After some time, the tremors in her body ended and she kept her hands on his chest to hold herself up.

Dripping sweat on his shirt, she was overwhelmed by the drug on top of sex.

Pearlyn: ‘It’s so good having sex with it.’

Max: ‘No it. Keep it out of the equation.’

Pearlyn: ‘Anything you say Master. But don’t get up yet.’

She picked herself up and went between his knees, holding his throbbing cock up and going down on it. Max was still hard but needed time to recover – like Pearlyn cared. She went on as long as she could until the drug wore off, where the suction in her mouth died off and his hard on deflated with a second gush of cum down her throat.

She swallowed it and climbed back onto the sofa bed, falling asleep in mere minutes from exhaustion. Max rested for some time and he tided the place up, wiping down on everything part where she came in contact with. The air cleaner was turned on to the max next to the coffee table and she was carried into his room where she spent the night at.

The next morning, she woke up with a full pussy but did not remember what happened. Remembering that she had no money, she had probably fucked him to make payments and it was nothing compared to the high she felt last night. Yes.. the high she felt. How much she wanted to feel it again. She crawled over to Max who was sleeping on the floor and gobbled his dick up, sucking his lollipop until he was awake.

Max: ‘Stop it Pearlyn. No more. I’m throwing out everything I have until you kicked the habit.’

Worried that she might give up, he brought her out shopping for more condoms. It seemed that he knew how to solve her addiction. Sex was indeed better than using drugs, despite it’s short time span. But like any addiction, getting hooked on sex is way better than on drugs. For the rest of her path until she got her life back, the wireless vibrator, rabbit dildo and a mechanical sex machine became her best friend, spending most of her time besides studying with Max, who was more than happy to get fucked to help her.

Wait. Who is Max? Why does he have the drugs that Pearlyn wanted? Well, the unclean goods came from her ex-boyfriend, the asshole who taught her how to use it. It was Max to keep after that asshole died from an overdose. In a way, he had used it to get Pearlyn as his pet sex slave, but the kind nature in him did triumph and Pearlyn did not go to hell.

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How Old Are You?

Lying face up on the bed of the usual massage outlet I went to, I was expecting one of the regulars to pop in and give me the package I asked for. Most people would link massage parlours to shady whorehouses but this outlet was a family business, offering traditional massage that services a small group of regulars. The location was ideal under the older flats, turning away men who came for ‘special’ rather than a good knead.

The wait was longer than usual and it was noisy outside the room. After a while, a young girl in a cardigan over a grey inner wear and denim shorts entered. I looked at her remove her pullover to prepare the room and was still wondering who would be my masseur. She then poured some oil into a cup and stood next to me, motionless.

Me: ‘You will be massaging me today?’
Girl: ‘Yupp! You are my first customer.’
Me: ‘You look too young for this. Are there any other staff around?’
Girl: ‘Oh! I forgot to tell you. My mum asked me to do you today. She is letting me practice. I’m strawberry.’
Me: ‘What? Strawberry? Serious?’
Strawberry: ‘My mum said to use a fake name. And I love strawberries. So.. ‘
Me (laughing): ‘Fair enough. I’m J. I want to ask you. How old are you?’
Strawberry: ‘Sixteen. Going seventeen in a few days. My mum said she is just going to let me practice on you for now, not the other customers. She says you’ll understand.’

I did understand. It was a family business and her mother had told me about her daughter. I do know her name, but would just address her using her favourite fruit. She rubbed her hands together and I flipped myself over. The twenty minutes that followed was an uncomfortable ride, as she was pressing on the wrong spots and making me groan in pain. All along, I had to guide her and she had been apologetic, resulting in a little guilt coming out of me.

After the back massage, the usual package would involve a full arm and shoulder relaxation tui na, best executed by the main owner – her mum. Strawberry had lost her composure when she realised I was in more pain than relaxed, but a time out quickly brought her back to pace. My shoulders were given the standard presses and it was about all I paid for.

Instead, strawberry asked me to lie still as she wanted to practice a full body massage, and I was the best test subject. A short intercom conversation with her mother granted me an extension to ‘unlimited’ time. Not sure if that was a good or bad thing, she had already started oiling my chest up.

Strawberry: ‘Let me know if it feels uncomfortable k?’

Just five minutes of a chest rub, she went to my calves and did a great job of loosening my muscles. The diligent girl had moved her hands up my thighs, up to the part where my towel covered, just a few inches below my waist. Before I knew it, she had been working on my inner thighs under the towel and brushed her hands across my wiener a few times, still apologising profusely.

Me: ‘I think that’s about it right?’
Strawberry: ‘Actually.. My mum told me that I will be giving you the special massage. She says you’re a good friend and wants me to treat you well. I think I will have to learn it sooner or later right?’

I jumped off the bed and wrapped a larger towel around my waist, stomping out of the room to see her mother. She was already standing at the door, as if she knew I would not accept it. We went back into the massage room and she poured her heart out to me, saying that she had been grateful to me and would like me to be the one and only customer to her daughter. The lack of fundings to frequent that place did not bother her one bit, and the truth came out of her. She wanted me to take care of her girl, as the staff would be outsourced to provide the specials that men loved.

Listening to her talk for a while, I understood what she meant and laid back on the bed, letting her girl reach for my dick with her lubricated hand.

Strawberry: ‘You don’t mind right?’
Me: ‘Promise that you won’t do this to other guys.’
Strawberry: ‘I won’t. This place only offers clean massage. And you will be the only one who will get this from me.’

A whiff of strawberry came from under the towel and a bottle of fruit flavoured personal lubricant stood on the table. She removed the towel and placed her mouth at my tip for a lick, wetting her lips a few times in approval of the taste. Her mouth then went down my shaft and a randomised tempo came pushing me to my limits. The little girl who just completed her O levels was sucking me obediently, making sure I felt so good that it was hard to resist fucking her mouth.

Her mum was peeking through the curtains from time to time to ensure she was doing well and I had no complaints. Strawberry’s hand took over whenever she needed a break and her mouth was constantly slurping my pre-cum up. All I did was to lie with my hands under my head, and let her work me to those small shivers up my spine.

An enjoyable ten minutes later, she stopped blowing me and stood next to me, stripping herself one piece at a time. The tiny bumps on her chest was most tempting to grab and bite, but her shaved pussy came along and my mind went on to imagine licking between the narrow folds.

Strawberry: ‘You want to touch me?’
Me: ‘Put my hand where you want it to go.’

She climbed onto the bed and rested on her fours on top of me. My hand was guided between her legs and she remained in doggie while I rubbed her down, with a bit of lubricant from my rod. As I teased her clit, the sudden lost of energy collapsed her body onto me, turning it into a body-on-body rub. My hand could not move in that position and she just kept gliding on my oiled body.

Slowly, she slid lower and used the shaft to rub along her slit. The soft flesh in contact with my hardness was so sensual that I could cum if she continued doing that. But moments later, she paused on top and pasted her face on me.

Strawberry: ‘It feels so good that its making me weak.’

Right then, her mum came into the room and Strawberry almost rolled off if not for my support.

Strawberry: ‘Mummy! I’m not done yet.’

Her mum just went to our legs and pointed my dick into her daughter’s pussy. Without instructions, Strawberry moved back and it entered her tight cunt easily. Her mum left the room without a word and her daughter was grinding her hips on my dick happily. Seeing that her own mother had given permission, she was excited too and rode me like a free girl.

I could only hang onto her waist as her pussy kept pushing itself down on my dick. I was at my limits and quickly stopped her before things went out of control.

Me: ‘You want to try other positions?’
Strawberry: ‘Doggie?’

I nodded and went behind her, while her chest laid on the leather bed. I angled her hips higher and drove my rod into the small girl, sending her grabbing for a towel to cover her moans. With so much lubricant at our genitals, it was easy to go fast and after two minutes, she came in a manner so innocent that I could not bring myself to continue. She was covering her face as moans escaped her mouth, and her body was pushed hard against me, planning to not let me out until it was over. Strawberry’s face was red when she turned to me, asking me to continue.

Needless to say, I continued banging her hard until my moment came, and I gently pushed her away. Instead of letting me finish on the floor, she turned herself around to lie on the bed and brought me to her mouth. She then continued sucking me in a more calm manner and watched my expression more closely. Her hands jerked me while interlocked and I softly told her I was cumming. The girl covered her eyes with one hand and pumped me faster. I leaned forward so she could aim my dick at her bare chest, topped with two pink nipples.

The finale came and I sprayed my load over her body, most of it stopped by her hand over my tip and letting it dribbled down her belly. It took me at least a minute to finish because she was rubbing her thumb over my pee hole as I shot, pushing my body to unload more times than usual. Only after I told her it was over, did she release her grip on me and let me sit on the bed, while she sat next to me, smearing my cum over her body.

Me: ‘You don’t mind it?’
Strawberry: ‘Mummy says its good for skin.’

Well, with its high nutritional content, it wasn’t wrong to think of it that way. She cleaned my dick with her fingers and then wiped herself clean before roaming all over my body with my towel. We went into the attached shower and had a good time lathering each other up, frolicking under the warm water. In the bathroom, Strawberry was more open to playing with my cleaned stub between my legs.I had only helped her achieved one orgasm with her sitting on the toilet seat in front of me and her simple mind was so grateful that she didn’t mind giving me a blowjob. The second wave of cum shot into her palm and she gave that spoonful a little taste before swallowing the rest down.

We then exited the room smelling fresh and her mum waved at me when I was about to make payment, signalling that no payment was required.

Mother: ‘I haven’t seen her smile that happily in a long time. Not since her dad disappeared from our family. Thank you.’
Me: ‘It’s me who feel honoured. Your daughter is really good with her hands.’
Mother: ‘Do you have anything on later? Why don’t you bring her with you?’

My heart melted almost instantly and her mum gave her a nod. The satisfied girl came running out in a body hugging dress too revealing for her age and tucked her hand under my arm.

Strawberry: ‘Let’s go.’
Mother: ‘Stay safe and have fun you guys.’

Well, what happened after was rather simple. We made our way to a posh hotel like Strawberry wanted and she paid for everything, using the company’s credit card that her mum lent her for the night. Countless rounds of raw banging and loud screams completed the table of events and we started an underground relationship, starring her in the video clips she requested me to make during each time we met.

Man, sex had never felt so tiring ;)

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Three Seconds

Sitting at my letterbox area (on the concrete box where unwanted flyers are discarded), a girl in a short, black dress was responding to her constantly buzzing phone. The simplicity of her spaghetti dress was made beautiful by the tightness around her sexy curves without any excess crease and ending at her upper thighs. She was just a bend away from exposing her panties, I was sure.

A while later, a man in a cap, singlet and berms came out of the lift and opened his arms to his partner, who smiled gracefully upon seeing him. It was a pity no one else saw the most alluring side of her for that few seconds of embrace. The couple was quick to start kissing passionately, and his wide palms firmly held her waist, almost lifting her up. Both his hands then naughtily moved up her chest and raised her well-hidden assets a little, before she pulled his forearms downwards.

This time, he wrapped his arms around her and cupped her perky ass, squeezing them at the same time shortening the length of her dress. Red. A loud, red panties peeked out from under for the few seconds she was trapped in the intense French kissing. The mood quickly changed when the girl suddenly pulled the hems of her dress down and looked at me, forcing my gaze back to the Singtel bill I was ‘reading’.

Seeing how the preliminary check for ‘desperation’ came to an end, the man hugged her waist as they walked in my direction, giving me an arrogant, cheeky stare while his girl looked away shyly in the opposite direction.

Red. Right at the top of her fair legs, at the bottom of her shapely Barbie waist.

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Noisy Corner

At the last row of the seats on the bus, Qing sat beside her boyfriend, Rick while another of their guy friend, Adrian sandwiched the girl between. The three of them had been together since a long time and spent a lot of time together, somewhat in a two guys one girl relationship. Having little secrets among them, the couple in love had no qualms about being touchy in the presence of their friend, and Adrian was fine it with too.

Rick: ‘You got wear panties?’

Qing: ‘Nope. You asked me not to right?’

Adrian: ‘What? Rick, you really asked her not to wear?’

Rick: ‘The weather is so hot, and she’s fine with it. Right?’

Qing gave a slight smile and nodded, letting Rick run his hand up her skirt and going under it. She could not spread her legs any wider with the two guys beside, so she placed her knee over her boyfriend’s lap, opening her thighs just enough for him to fondle her under the skirt. Adrian was also interested in what they were doing as she was moaning, holding on to one of Rick’s and Adrian’s arms.

Adrian: ‘Qing, feeling super high is it?’

The girl gave a trembling nod and bit her teeth together as Rick’s hand went deeper into her bottoms. As the bus continued on its journey, Adrian was filled with curiosity about what was happening, and how his good friend’s pussy felt. Finally, he told Qing playfully that he wanted to feel it too, and Qing just looked at Rick without a word.

Rick: ‘You even have ideas on my girl.’

Adrian: ‘Just to play along. I don’t want to feel like a lightbulb.’

Rick: ‘Girl, you okay with it?’

Qing: ‘If you are.’

Rick picked her other thigh up and placed it on Adrian’s lap, officially inviting him to join in the fun. Adrian wasted no time in feeling her legs up, moving his hands back and forth on her smooth skin, going under her skirt and coming into contact with her pussy. The wetness of his childhood friend was so desirable that he just pushed his fingers into her without hesitation, making Qing yelp with that size.

Rick: ‘Bro, be gentle k?’

Adrian: ‘I will I will.’

He continued exploring her pussy and teased everywhere, from the folds along her slit, to her clit, and then dig around her soft, walled vagina. Rick had already stopped playing with Qing and went on to unzip his pants, whipping his hard dick out of the zipper. Qing’s hand went to his rod and stroked it automatically while her mind was occupied with the fingers wriggling under her skirt. It felt so convenient to have someone putting all of his effort into her pussy while she satisfied her needy boyfriend.

Adrian: ‘I also want it. Can?’

Qing’s free hand just went to Adrian’s bulge and kneaded, forcing him to free his dick into the open with just one hand. His sling bag provided the cover for him in the middle seat and if anyone had noticed them, they would see three person displaying weird expressions on their faces while tiny motions happened behind the backrest of the seats in front of them.

Two hands from two guys, taking turns to please her little pussy, was going as fast or slow as her jerking. In just five more stops, they would be alighting and the guys picked up their speed, driving the girl’s hands faster. Suddenly, Rick stopped her hand on his rod and pulled her head down, which she followed willingly and cupped her mouth over it. A few bobs of her head made Rick’s hands go behind her head and held her down, while his hips shivered.

Qing’s legs were still wide open with Adrian’s fingers thrusting underneath, and she moaned in a muffled tone as the cum pumped into her mouth. As soon as he was done, she lifted her head up and gave him a kiss, swallowing his load at the same time.

Rick: ‘Adrian, you almost done?’

Adrian: ‘I’m cumming soon!’

As much as he wanted her mouth to suck him off, it was really up to Rick if he allowed it. Once Adrian stopped her handjob, Rick whispered something into Qing’s ears and she adjusted her body to face Adrian.

Rick: ‘Just one time bro. Enjoy it.’

Her head dived into his groin and sucked his rod up and down, until the urge came and he grabbed onto the headrest in front of his knees. She kept a strong suction in her mouth, sending Adrian into the heavens as her tongue swirled around his tip, forcing every drop of energy out of his muscles. Rick was nice enough to take over the fingering of her pussy to relieve the guilt in her, and they were done just one stop before their destination.

She picked herself up and pulled Adrain in for a kiss, before doing the same, gulping loudly for him to hear. They quickly packed their goods into their pants and Qing just laid there catching her breath. The next bus stop came shortly after and they alighted, moving a little slower and weak from their little ‘threesome’ earlier.

The two guys had planned to go on a shopping spree for Qing’s birthday, giving her the few hours to buy whatever she wanted with their combined tiny budget. As they visited the shops in the vacant mall, the similarly empty stairwell had turned into a playground for them, giving them the privacy to do more with her, like a standing doggie, with one dick pounding her from behind and another in her mouth, which she took without complaints.

It was just a one day affair with their best friend, and Rick was glad to know Qing enjoyed herself that much, with a constantly dripping pussy under the short skirt begging for more orgasms throughout the day.