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This entry is written in the point of view of a friend, a 26 year old lady who is still in a relationship with a dominant guy. This recount of hers touched my heart deeply, giving me an insight of a girl in a tormenting love life.

Just like every Sunday, I went to his house to spend time with him, although I know it was mostly for the sex he wanted. That day, he sat in the living room when I entered his place, and went to his room to put my belonging down. Right there on his bed was a wireless bullet, with its batteries laid out. I did not have to ask or initiate any conversation with him. I knew he would throw a fit if I questioned the reasons we were together.

Just so you guys know, ever since we got intimate, I had never wore panties, while allowed to keep my bra on when I had to wear revealing clothes. From a girl who had mostly shorts, jeans, t-shirts (polo tee included), his spare wardrobe had my second storage. But instead of my favourite clothes, it was a collection of low-cut, short dresses, skimpy tank tops, brightly coloured and boldly designed bras. So, you guys can imagine what I was demanded to wear during the times we were out.

I picked a sleeveless nude coloured lace blouse that did not have any lining under it, and a light pink bra to go with it. The surprise came when I put the bra on and realised he had removed the padding in the cups. Now, my nipples were poking out of the thin material. A black flare skirt went up my hips and I sat on the bed, trembling as I pushed the toy up my pussy. I wasn’t turned on at first, but the months of conditioning my mind had went through, easily linked the toy to lust, wetting my oussy even before I finished dressing. The wireless toy went in smoothly and I touched up on my make up before I went out of the room.

As soon as he saw me ready, he picked his bunch of keys and went out of the house, skipping any conversations with me. He was those type of guys had will need to unload before he admits your existence. God I wonder why I was still with him. I sat my pantyless butt on the hot seat and he hopped in after a cigarette, polluting the air I was breathing. My perfume was totally useless in his presence. We went for a quick lunch at the market in Beach Road, where NS guys went to get their goods.

It was obvious that he was there to parade me, walking beside with his hands around my waist, kissing me when there were people around. Oh, the vibrator was also buzzing between my legs, getting louder from the worn out parts in it. I knew no one could hear it, but my helpless flushed face attracted even more attention, especially from the older men who kept staring at my bra and legs. It was a visual rape I went through.

Although he had instructed me to put the vibrator on every time we met, I had never told him that my body was long used to the toy and it had minimal effect, merely causing discomfort when I walked for long distances. I guess it would be best if he did not know.

After a pointless walk in the ‘shopping’ area, we went back to his car and I knew where we were heading. Two blocks away exist a carpark, where he found it to be ideal for a mid-day romp. Little cars would pass the corner, and the opposite was nothing but taller trees.

The car stopped after a reverse and he exited the car to my side, acting all gentleman with the door open act. I did not even need to leave his car. I changed my position to kneel on the prickling seat for him to raise my skirt. The bullet was removed while its still buzzing, and thrown into the rear seats. As he took a step back to undo his pants, I sat straight and pulled my bra off, leaving my nipples exposed behind the lace. That was how vulnerable he has made me.

I went outside the car as demanded at times, adjusting my skirt before going over to the bonnet. I bent my body over the radiating hood and let my fingertips support my weight. Again, my skirt was flipped to my back and I opened my legs for him. He had gotten used to pressing my back down, but how I wished to tell him I could spread wider to be lower. Well, not like he would listen. His dry tip went into my pussy and he made a few shallow thrusts, before jabbing the full length into me.

It had definitely hurt, but that was how he liked it, to see me squirming in pain. As soon as his hips started pumping, the pain faded and it felt all better with his rod stroking my pussy. Of course, sex was still good, and I loved it when he went so fast at me, sinking his cock deep inside. My body was considered to be sensitive, I could cum a few times in under five minutes. It was something I was proud to have.

When I finally came from his hard thrusts, he would keep himself still inside of me, waiting for the waves of contractions to go away. After which, the rampage resumed and he would go all out at me. Occasionally, cars do drive by, but none of them had stopped in the vicinity. My mind went wild when he grabbed my ass with all his might, pumping me so hard and deep at the same time. I could tell he wanted to cum.

I intentionally squeezed my pussy tighter, which I seldom does as it would drive me insane as well. I moaned uncontrollably when my pussy felt his every veins and muscles brushing along my vagina, teasing every spot until my body could no longer take it. Yes, we had always done it without protection, because I went on the pill for him. I could not deny that I wanted sex. Even if I did, my body wouldn’t agree either.

For the last three minutes, he had been going all out on me, forcing himself so deep I almost peed. There was no much time left for him, and I wanted it to end. I had enough for today. A few minutes later, he slowed down and the thick jets of cum coated along my tunnel, warming me up to a daze. You know, the feeling when hot water rinsed down your body on a cold day? It was as close as I could describe. That false impression of love, him being the ideal man, would cause you to fall deeper into this sweet torment.

He pulled out after he was satisfied and I headed back into the car before anyone walked in on us. I did the usual clean up for him and myself, with the huge packet of baby wipes he kept in his car. That look at his tensed expression when I wiped his sensitive tip was priceless, usually, giving him my first giggle of the day.

Frankly speaking, I had thoughts of leaving him already, supposed I should belong to someone more worthy of me. Those oral skills I have gone through to pick up, painless anal sex, would definitely be more fun with someone better.

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For all long journeys I took, I always chose the upper decks of buses and occasionally sit at the back when single passengers took up both seats. I guess that’s alright as long as the bus wasn’t too crowded, even I do that myself. Sitting alone at the back, there wasn’t much to see and I could focus on writing down my recounts for the ride.

Just as I thought nothing interesting would happen, a girl in her late 20s, wearing a floral tube top that has a knot around her chest to hold the translucent piece of cloth around, walked past the empty rows in front and sat right next to me. It did felt a little weird as there were so many seats, ‘lucky day’ surely didn’t come so easy right? But I wouldn’t say no to a pretty girl beside me.

She placed her large handbag on the floor and took out her iPad mini, opening a video app. She might just prefer this seat that I took before her, and so I didn’t not bother much with her. Back to my phone, whatever happening on my screen would have to be ‘decent’. Slowly, my mind ignored her prescence once the music in my ear placed me back on track.

Seamlessly, her hand with slender long fingers moved from her lap to my thighs and giving it a squeeze. I had not paid much attention to her face but I had no intention of judging her in that manner. Dirty thoughts flashed through my mind as the bold lady continued to ‘molest’ me. The short denim skirt she wore did not help either, as it rose dangerously to her upper thighs.

Girl: ‘How old are you?’

Me: ‘In my 20s?’

Girl: ‘Like older ladies?’

Me: ‘I don’t know.’

Girl: ‘It’s okay. You can tell me later.’

Tucking the iPad mini back in her bag, both her hands went to my jeans to unbuckle the belt, and pulled the zip down. I had totally no idea how to react, much less helping her to strip myself. The gentleness of her hand running up and down my thigh soon got me hard under the briefs, and as you guys would do, I let her did what she wanted.

I unbuttoned my jeans and pulled it down to my butt, while she settled my underwear at around the same height. We swapped our places to give her more concealment, to reduce the chances of anyone spotting our little ‘action’. I gave her the window seat while I took the aisle.

She wasted no time in giving my dick a gentle massage, stroking it without any signs of hurry. The focus on her face was a little amusing, I could tell she was stopping herself from going wild. Once she had got me hard and throbbing, I told her to hold nothing back and she almost laughed before her head dived down. Her mouth went over my dick, skipping the foreplay and took it in large strides. From the tip, down to the base, where stubble tickled her lips, and then back up again.

Her blowjob was those that I could use ‘out of the world’ to describe. She knew how to work her way around dicks, and the suction coupled with tongue glides, made it tough not to ejaculate prematurely. There was no need to hold her head down with that hardworking nature, sucking tirelessly, as though she was feeding off it.

My hands on her back reached under her arm that was closer to my body, slipping into a thick bra she wore underneath. It had felt ‘leathery’. Since I was already inside her bra, I gave her fleshy breast a few squeezes, sure to use my whole hand to give her a thorough massage. That petite girl was trying so hard not to let any moans escape through her busy mouth. I loved how pointy her nipples got and couldn’t stop tuning them.

Only after a full five minutes of teasing that she stopped to rest. She slid lower down on her seat and placed one knee on the empty seat in front, before resting her other leg on my lap. I yanked her skirt higher and saw a matching leather panties. It had an open-crotch design and I could spot juices glimmering between her pussy lips.

Without further ado, my fingers dived between the soft, wet folds and attacked her clit. In response to my relentless rubbing, my dick was given a tight grab and fierce pumps. Oh my, I almost lost it when she went so fast. The only thing I could do was to rub her faster to weaken her, that’s when her head fell backwards onto the handgrip, and moaned so ever softly.

My finger made its way in and she immediately shifted her hand over mine, pushing another finger in. So, two fingers were thrusting in and out of her, causing her juices to drip down the edge of the chair onto the ground. My dick had enough rest by then, but getting this stranger to climax was so much more meaningful. My tired hand did not stop until I felt her pussy contract to a point I couldn’t move my fingers.

Girl: ‘Just move your fingers, don’t need to go in and out.’

I did as she asked, watching her face closely. It was an agonising expression with an impending doom heading her way. Oh shit! her mouth said those words before she closed her legs together. I placed my arm at her knee and kept her legs apart, where she went into a fit and convulsed like a possessed being. The amount of cum that flowed out of her was unstoppable, it just kept flowing. Her skirt had a patch, but that was less of my concern. She was still shaing from the orgasm.

I had to pull my hand out before my fingers were crushed, and held her in my arms until she recovered. Her bright eyes stared at me and my bulge, which had returned to its tiny size from the scare.

Girl: ‘Sorry about that.’

Me: ‘It’s alright. As long as you’re fine.’

Her skirt and clothes were adjusted back to their position, leaving no evidence of our fun. I think she felt bad that I managed to make her cum first even though she initiated everything. When she had unzipped my jeans again, I did not stop her. My dick was wrestled out of its nest, and her mouth went over it again. This time, a hard suck and slippery tongue worked their magic behind the tightly sealed lips.

All I did was to lie back and relax, feeling my manhood get the royal treatment. The pace she chose was quite ideal, giving me a pleasant surprise when I felt the end coming. So she knew how to quicken the process, definitely not as simple as I thought. Her head kept bouncing on my groin until I was about to cum, and it was going to be a big one.

I whispered into her ears and she relaxed her lips, forcing her mouth so deep I could sense the contractions in her throat. That light stimulation at my tip had pushed me over the edge and my rod just started flushing its tube. Her skilled tongue identified the symptoms and retracted away, leavingmy shaft in her mouth. The circular motion around my little head kept the pulses going, squeezing every bit of cum out, while she continued sucking me dry. Oh what a way to die.

After I stopped with those jerky movements, her mouth left and her tongue did a quick clean up. I tucked my dick in and quickly wore my pants properly. It was such a special feeling that we felt, and I was sad that I might not get her number.

After I alighted and waved goodbye to her, my dick was already missing those lips. *buzz buzz* Yet another message from those few friends I have. But when I looked at the unknown number, I was filled with hope.

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Ben took his usual shower in the afternoon despite hearing visitors in his house. His mum had invited her sister and daughters over for lunch but he paid no attention to them, determined to get his cool shower before he left for work. Halfway into the shower, he heard the door in his room open and closed, before some noises came about. He was just soaping himself midway. The sliding door suddenly glided quietly, and a girl in her twenties stepped right in without checking. The curtains had shielded his nude body in the bathtub and the moment she pulled it away, a scream almost gave him away. He cupped his soapy hands over her mouth and stepped out of the tub, holding her against the wall.

Ben: ‘Shh.. It’s just an accident. If you scream, they might think I tried to rape you or something.’

What he said made sense and she spit the foam that got into her mouth, onto the floor. It was her mistake that she did not check, barging into him in such embarrassing state. Although she had turned around to rinse her face, his body was negotiating to advance on his cousin. They had known each other for some time, but met only on gatherings and funerals. Her young body had caused an erection with those dirty thoughts, and she wasn’t that shy after all.

As soon as the towel wrapped her body, he pulled it off and turned her around, bringing her into the bathtub. Samantha almost screamed but his hand had silenced her again. A push sent her leaning against the wall and he made her sit in the tub. The overhead shower was still splashing water, and it had got her too wet to just run away. By then, he had made himself comfortable between her legs that stuck out of the ceramic tub.

Seamlessly, his fingers went to soap her pussy up and went into her before she was even horny. One of his hand rested on her chest to hold her down, and the other went to work, thrusting his fingers deep into her. Luckily, the running water had been splashing into her mouth, keeping her quiet while he satisfied his fingers. Most of the soap had been washed away after ten minutes, and the water in the tub got clearer.

He stopped teasing her pussy and grabbed her hands, getting her to stand before bending her back over.

Samantha: ‘Ben, please don’t.’

Ben: ‘Shh.. Don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy it.’

The dominance he displayed had indeed aroused her, explaining her effort to keep as quiet as possible. She wanted him to continue with his mistake, and especially loved how his cock twitched even though she wasn’t touching him. Her back leaned forward and he nudged her knees to kneel in the tub. Her butt was in the water that had filled to the brim, and his dick went underwater too. He got into position and tried to get his dick in, to no avail. She was too tight for him and he wasn’t too experienced in finding the entrance.

Her legs parted and Samantha reached for his warm dick, placing the tip at her pussy before she sat backwards instinctively. That was how much she wanted his cock. The instant he felt her vagina wrap around his dick, he couldn’t stop pumping, splashing water out of the tub.

Ben went insane with the thrill of doing his sweet looking cousin, and the new underwater sensation. She was so wet that her pussy went into overdrive from the fast, deep thrusts. Her first orgasm came when her butt slipped lower, making him adjust his hips to thrust upwards. The new direction had pushed her sensitive pussy over the edge and ended up with a draining climax.

Her weakness worried Ben and he stopped too, helping her out of the shower and into the bedroom, where she lay breathless. Her shaved pussy had never looked so yummy on his white bedsheets.

Samantha: ‘Ben, finish what you started. But you will have to do the work. I’m too tired.’

Do the work?! Why not! He jumped onto the bed and lifted her knees to her shoulders. His dick needed no guide this time, as it sank all the way in one stroke. A soft moan scare the shit out of him but thankfully, the TV outside was louder. Her surprised pussy clenched tightly around his dick as it slurped quickly in and out, sending her body into a series of shocks. The pleasure ringing in her head had numbed everything else, not even the incestuous act bothered her.

In less than five minutes of the furious sex, he was reaching his own climax. Now, for the moment of truth. He rammed with every bit of strength into her, until his load shot into Samantha, who went even crazier when she felt it. The cum had turned her into a little sex slave, wrapping her legs around his hips and pulling him towards herself. Ben was begging to stop as his dick went into hypersensitive mode, blasting waves of tickles across his body.

He fell on top of her and rolled to his sides, while she sat up to push the thick cum back into her pussy. After a while, she had went back to the shower to get dressed. Giving him the pair of panties she wore, he went back into bed while she left the room, to the voice of his mother apologising for her sleeping son.

A new secret has came about, and it would be the proudest thing to hide from the world.

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Resting at one of the stairs of her block, Angela was dead tired from her school that began early at 7am. It was a very windy afternoon and she knew she had to get some rest before her make up night class started at 6pm. Wearing a black skater skirt and white sleeveless blouse, her pink strapless bra that was showing through the translucent top had been admired by the guys in her school for the whole day, going unnoticed by her. Nonetheless, she finally got her time off to catch a nap, and all of her books were in her laptop bag.

Only a handful of people walked past the stairs, and did not bother with the tired girl. Until a guy came about while he took the flight of stairs up to the second level, where he lived. Taking his steps up, her stripped pink panties were showing in high contrast and he could even go close enough to get a close up view of it. In mere seconds, he decided to go for it and asked if she was keen in making some extra cash.

Marcus (whispering): ‘Hey.. excuse me?’

Angela: ‘Yes?’

Marcus: ‘Want to make some extra cash?’

Angela: ‘Huh? Want to what?’

Still half-awake, she couldn’t make out what he was mumbling at all. But the clarification got her up on her feet and almost ran down the stairs, until he blurted the amount he was willing to pay.

Marcus (whispering loudly): ‘Two hundred!’

Angela stopped midway on the stairs and turned back, giving his offer a thought, and weighing the dangers of the quick-cash deal. She could control what she wanted to do, and no one would know since he wasn’t related to her in any way. The money was the main temptation given how little savings she had, and nothing too dangerous could happen to her. That was how confident she was with her occasional gym visits.

Angela: ‘250?’

Marcus: ‘That will have to depends on how well you perform.’

Angela: ‘Okayyy. Where?’

He made his way to the second flight of stairs and stood there, waving to her as the spot for the deal. It was darker than normal under the overcast sky and he had assured her that the whole floor was empty, like ‘for sale’ empty. The footwear outside the doors was enough to let her feel comfortable, and she awaited for him to guide her.

Marcus’ belt hit the floor with his pants and sat himself down, patting on the empty space next to him. She took her place and he went on to spread her knees, kneading on her panties without much noises. The circular motion was quickly turning Angela on, at the same time she tried to bring herself into the mood. It would only be right to enjoy a little despite the unclean form of a ‘part-time’ job right? Soon, a patch of juices had soaked into the underwear and he asked her to remove it.

Once her pussy was in sight, he went a few steps lower and angled her pussy towards him. It was unlike the girls in adult videos, her pubic region were shaved, but was in a lighter skin tone, that matched her fair legs. He could see it clearly for the first time. His mouth dived in for the juicy abalone and his fingers slipped into her lubricated pussy easily, licking and finger-fucking her at the same time.

For Angela, this quickie had been going well so far, as she was the one being served up to this point. Clearly, he was experienced in teasing her clit and working on her g-spot, giving her the first public orgasm that sent fluid gushing out.

Marcus (whispering): ‘You can squirt?!’

Angela (answering shyly): ‘I didn’t know it until now.’

Confident about his skills, it was time for him to enjoy and he lowered the skirt to cover her pussy. He went back to where Angela sat and spoke two words into her ears ‘blow me’. Without wasting anymore time, she sat between his legs and kept her legs opened. One hand went to his shaft to guide it into her mouth, while the other went between her legs to keep herself horny. It had definitely made work easier when she masturbated. Her seventeen year old lips went over his little head and gave it a lick, before pushing her pouted mouth down his shaft.

*Ahhh..*

He could not hold his groaning back from the tightness of her mouth. Her eyes kept watch on his expression while going up and down, swirling her tongue over the tip whenever she took a break. Marcus let her continue with the oral sex without any requests nor sudden pushing, allowing her to take her time to milk his rod. His eyes were closed and body leaned against the steps, mouth opening and closing, biting his own lips to contain the embarrassing groans.

After five minutes of her deadly lips, he stopped her and reached for his wallet to take a condom. Handing it to her, she tore it open with shocking violence, giving him a scare. But what followed showed him her real skills. Capping the tip over his rod, her mouth took over the task of rolling it down, up to the last inch, where she gave him one stroke of deep throat to get the rubber in place. He knew he could not take anymore of her blowjob, least he would cum before sex.

Once the protection was in place, he got up and placed his slippers together at where he sat. Going behind her and asking to place her knees on it. So, the first position was ‘doggie on the steps’. Her feet had a little trouble finding support, but he didn’t take too long to prove that she needed to step on something. He flicked his dick up and down her slit until he felt ready, and sank his meat inch by inch into her.

The separation of her vagina walls had met its limits with his size, not surprising for someone appearing to be in his late twenties or early thirties. Her knees would not go any wider to ease the slight pain, since his feet were opened behind her. That overwhelming tightness had immediately alerted that it would not take too long for him to cum. Unsure of what to do, she remained in the same position while his dick took a rest inside.

That throbbing stick was struggling with the contracting pussy, moving in a wavy motion as though she was milking him. There was nothing he could do to last any longer. What a way to spend S$200. After half a minute, he started pounding her butt and the long, deep strokes were sending her into the heavens. Her pussy had never felt so full before, with a dick that sealed closely around her insides. Every area was in contact with the thrusts and almost each strokes had stimulated a different experience for her.

His dick did not take too long to give her the first orgasm, where she moaned during the whole climax, scaring the hell out of Marcus. Although he did not stop pounding her, it was as close as telling his neighbours that some action was happening at his floor. The quietness came after a while and he resumed his speed, going in and out of the slippery pussy that just squirted. The trembling was still running through her body, but she was too high to give a hoot about it. She wanted more.

His hands had went around her body to fondle her boobs over her bra, but there was not really a need for it. She was already too horny for more. Each time he paused, she would jerk her body backwards to fuck his dick, and it felt extremely different when she did it on her own. It was just too overwhelming for Marcus, who had not met such a situation before.

After a long ten minutes of doggie, he decided to change to a cowgirl position, with her sitting on his opened legs. Angela wasted no time in swapping her pose, and held his dick upright while lowering herself. Her pussy was all excited for the reentry, and Marcus regretted his choice of stance. She had one hand on the railing and another behind his neck, holding on dearly for balance while her squatting legs warmed up from the up down bouncing. She was not as tight as before, but the speed and angle she went were as erotic.

Alternating between hops and grinds, he was desperately feeling for the less stimulating one so he could enjoy longer. He held her waist down after a few more strokes and Angela knew he preferred the grind. Her pussy rubbed against his groin continuously, while her g-spot was screaming for the largest orgasm she was building up. Moving in a steady speed, his mind shifted into the countdown for the one shot, if she had maintained her pace and pressure (of her vagina).

Marcus (whispering): ‘I am about to cum. Keep going.’

Angela (whispering loudly): ‘Oh my god.. me too. Let’s cum together.’

She went on and on as though time had slowed down, until the moment he held her slim waist still and thrashed his hips upwards, like a machine gun gone wild. His high attack speed drove her pussy into convulsion, delivering his seeds into the rubber tip while her pussy flushed like the toilet, covering his legs in watery juices. Once they were in this synchronised orgasm, his hands went weak and dropped her over his dick, where her pussy took over and moved in a wave, squeezing his meat tube upwards so every drop was emptied.

Strengthless, Angela fell on his body and he laid on the steps lifeless, breathing fast and shallow. In a way, the money was well spent, but it could be better if he had lasted longer – like every man had wished. They rested for a whole five minutes before she picked herself up, with help of the railings by the side. The reservoir in the condom was sagging with his huge load and she seemed to be excited by the amount of it.

Sitting by his side, she wore her panties back before adjusting her clothes, tided her hair and applying makeup until he recovered a couple of minutes later. His wallet opened and the thick wad of cash shone like gold in her face. He skipped the blue notes and went for the red ones, or rather, light red ones.

1.. 2.. 3..

Marcus: ‘Here. You earned it.’

S$300 easily went into her pocket and her gapping pussy was showing no signs of tiredness. The motivation had been ignited by the cash. She went between his legs and removed the condom for him, wiping him clean with the wet wipes she carried in her bag. It was after all service that helped her out this time, might as well complete it nicely.

Angela: ‘Do you have WeChat?’

Marcus: ‘Yeah.. ‘

Angela: ‘Can I add you so you can find me?’

He took his phone and added her contact, sending a notification to her phone instantly. There was something about this girl that made the whole session so special. Good looking, sexy, hardworking, and courteous. Why not RTF right? They bided farewell and she left the area, for another stairs to rest her tired mind, and maybe give herself another round of climax just to see if she could finger herself to squirt.