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After a day of rest at home, Patsy had recovered most of her energy from 12 hours shift the day before, and wanted to head out for a night of relaxation to complete her rest. It was almost 2pm when she woke up from her sleep, and the only place she was dying to visit was a pub she walked past a few days ago. Decided on the place, she headed down to the pub alone and drank to her heart’s content. There was nothing to worry about as it was early in the noon, and the sparse crowd did not spoil the quiet ambience she hoped to have. Although she did not have anyone with her, it was fulfilling to simply spend time with herself.

As usual, a few patrons tried to hit on her but she brushed them away without explanations, determined to have the evening all to herself. Just as she started to get a little drunk, the thought of her showing up at home in such a state quickly turned her to look for a place to crash for the rest of the day. A few minutes of deep thoughts later, the idea of spending the night in a budget hotel was the best, low-cost solution and she immediately headed for the closest one after paying her tab.

Checking into the hotel was the scariest part, as a few couples with huge age gaps stood in the queue, with some of them groping the ladies. Once she made the initial payment for a night’s stay, she rushed into the lift alone and went up to her room, walking past noisy doors until she locked her door, heart slowing down to normality.

The rest of the evening was spent in full privacy, taking an hour long shower before collapsing on the bed and playing games on the phone. For her attire that day, she wore a simple white shirt over a short skirt, considered to be decent for a pub visit. By the time she was on bed, the white top and panties were all that was on her, without the bra for comfort. Clicking on the browser app, a list of her favourite bookmarks appeared and the icon to a website she visited daily was selected.

Through the lists of videos available on the porn site, her fingers tapped on the latest lesbian clip and she took the time during the video buffer to adjust the blankets until a cosy corner was set up. She then turned her body to the side, eyes on the movie that was about to begin.

For the longest time, Patsy had a fetish for girl-on-girl action, loving how it aroused her curiosity, but the fact that she lived in the same room with her sister made it hard for her to do anything more than watching those videos with her earpiece on. And now, the whole room was all hers and it was a good time to give in to her urge of self-discovery, for the first time in her life. As opposed to modern day thinking, she was proud to reply that she had never masturbated in her life even though she was 23. She had had sex before, but plain, simple intercourse was all the intimacy she had with her boyfriend. The discipline to touch herself was actually an idea she imposed to reserve the moment for the right time. After all, nothing beats a journey of self-exploration in the quietness of her senses.

With the screen showing two girls satisfying each other, her hand moved into her shirt to massage her soft 36B cups, teasing the nipples as she brought herself into the mood. As much as she wanted to lose herself in the darkened room, there was no one to hear her moan, and so she kept quiet until things got hotter. Slowly, her hand reached south for her panties, splitting her legs just enough for her fingers to enter. Over the panties, her fingertips pressed hard onto her clit and began moving in circles. Moans then started to come out of her and it was so natural sounding, pleasing and comfortable for her body to say the least.

The scenes of the clip were already in her mind and she turned her body to face the ceiling, listening to the sounds from her phone. She had stretched a part of her panties open, and one hand hastily disappeared into it, coming in contact with her swollen clit, that was so elated to get some attention. As she rubbed harder, her body reacted accordingly by sending trembles throughout, closing her eyes to feel each delicate folds of her pussy as she continued on.

Her legs had parted themselves so wide her fingers could move at full speed on the sensitive spot, forming a patch on her panties with her juices. Losing control of her fingers, she gathered her courage to dip her fingers lower and pushed a bit into her pussy, sending a shiver up her spine. The sensation of masturbation was getting too good to stop, and her mind was already begging for more before she knew it.

Putting two fingers in, her knees were as high as they could get and the movements in her panties was almost tearing the thin piece of lingerie. There were juices leaking, moans exclaiming and body jerking. Most of her energy was drained, but the feeling of an impeding doom signalled her in preparation for climax, which she had never done it on her own. Decided on the third finger, she stretched her opening as her pussy squished in delight from the widened entry.

Just as she started to take deep breaths of air, her abs contracted and her body curled up, while a strong gush of fluid poured into her panties, flowing onto her butt cheeks and hands. Patsy panted heavily from the merciless onslaught of that very orgasm, and realised a smile had hung on her face although there was no one looking.

Tiredness soon took over her body and she put her phone into standby mode, pulling her juice-filled panties off and the blanket over herself. For a first timer, it wasn’t too bad seeing how exhausted she got. And the moments leading to slumber was filled with thoughts about having the next round with some changes to her position. It was after all her room to have fun in, and experiment with whatever she wanted.

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Blinded by Lust

The heat on Jacob’s skin woke him up after a night of drinking and as he tried to give the itch on his face a scratch, he realised his wrists were restrained. The blindfold on his eyes were securely wrapped around his head and no amount of struggle could push it higher to let him catch a glimpse of what was happening. Thoughts of being kidnapped ran through his mind and the level of helplessly tore his pride to shreds. The only thing he could remember from the previous night was getting dead drunk with his close girl friend, who did not take so much a sip of beer.

Jacob: ‘Belinda? Are you there?’

Belinda: ‘I’m here.’

Jacob: ‘What is happening? Are you alright? I’m tied up. Are you too?’

Belinda: ‘I’m fine. It’s me who tied you up.’

Jacob: ‘But why?’

Belinda: ‘I hated that bitch who hurt you. You loved her so much, and all she could do was break up with you over another guy. You know how much I liked you right?’

Jacob: ‘But I have never thought you would like me.’

Belinda: ‘Doesn’t matter now. I’m going to have my fill of fun with you.’

The fear of her hurting his vital organ(s?) was more terrifying than anything else. A woman filled with jealousy was not to be meddled with, but the mystery of her intentions was getting his curiosity going. Why did she went this far when she could simply ask him to be with her? Or just get him to have sex. It certainly wasn’t that simple, and what she managed to do, brought his 80kg drunk man to this room, tying him up without him noticing. She must have been very motivated, no matter in a good or bad way.

A cold dash of liquid poured over his chest, trailing all the way down to his dick that had shrunken with fear. His sight was blocked, rendering any views of sexiness useless. How could he get turned on without seeing? One thing that scared him most was the suspicion of having more than Belinda in the room. There could be others too, or worse, another male.

After the liquid stopped, he felt the bed sank under another person’s weight, followed by a feminine hand over his rod.

Belinda: ‘Don’t worry. It’s just you and I. I just want to have fun with you.’

Jacob: ‘Then untie me.’

Belinda: ‘I prefer to dominate.’

A soft whisper of fuck came out of his mouth as her hand began stroking his manhood up and down. The affirmation that it was just them in the room made things felt lighter, but there was no way for him to be totally sure until he could see. A strawberry scent had whiffed up his nose and the lubricant worked well to make the handjob a smooth and calming one.

After one hand, another came to make sure he was getting all hard and ready for whatever that was about to happen. Belinda had not spoken a word since, dutifully jerking his thick rod to its full length. Up to this point, Jacob was dying to see how she looked, or what she wore. Wouldn’t you guys like to know as well?

Both his calves picked up the signals of her placing herself over his legs. Moving a step at a time, her butt had ran up his thighs and over his groin, where she stopped so the next step could take place. Gently, she placed her pussy over the base of his shaft and grind upwards, giving him a feel of the thin material of her underwear. Part of the lacy cut out was scrapping him, but it only made him harder. It was definitely Belinda, or a female, given the fleshy soft butt and narrow contours of the slit he felt under the panties.

Her hand then came into the picture to pull those pesky cloth away from her pussy, and raising herself high enough to let his dickhead penetrate an inch into her. It had never occur to him that he could get so close to a friend he treated as a sister. His impression of her was of a caring, thoughtful lady, who knew him since young. The demure image of her kept him wondering about her true nature, in contrast to whatever he was feeling now. The internal conflict for comprehension was a constant battle to retain his pleasant image of her. But part of him wanted more of the action. Anyway, he was in no position to argue or stop her.

Belinda let her body receive the rest of his shaft and the tiny entrance had kept her tightly wrapped around him. It felt as close as a condom, skin-close, spandex-tight, whichever you guys known it as. A minute later, her butt was on his groin, and her heartbeat could be felt on his dick, in a room so silent and ‘dark’.

Unlike how dominating she was, her hips moved up and down his body, grinding him in the gentlest, feminine mode. As soon as she started, he immediately knew his body would not last. Her pussy was slightly cooler than his dick, and the soft moans had turned him on to the max. He was so sure he would lose control the moment she freed him, if she did. The ride was somewhat torturing as she bounced non-stop on top, pushing his rod in and out of her impossibly tight cunt.

The groans he was giving off had made her much wilder, knowing that he was enjoying her every curve within. The continuous cowgirl ride drove him insane, losing control yet unable to do anything more. Every part of his manhood was screaming for him to give up and cum already, but the tickle at the tip of his dickhead from the bumps in her pussy was toning the urge down. What a struggle. He had never imagined such torment to be even possible.

Soon, she got tired of the long strokes and fucked him by just grinding him along his body. Jacob was relieved of the sensitivity, and could finally cum.

Jacob: ‘Belin, I am going to cum if you keep going.’

Was that sentence even legit? It didn’t sound like he wanted her to continue, or stop. She went on with the same motion until he came, and she spent a few seconds to squeeze every drop out of his rod. There was no signs of satisfaction or orgasm, but he loved how she owned him this way. His abs finally relaxed once the ejaculation died down, and waited for her to dismount the stallion.

But the moment his body calmed down, she adjusted her feet to be on the bed and lifted her pussy slightly higher, only to slam downwards once she got into a squatting position.

Jacob (shouting): ‘Fuck! Stop stop.. I am too sensitive now.’

Nothing went through her ears. The slamming continued until he was almost in tears, his dick had submitted to her, but apparently, it wasn’t enough. The agonising ‘rape’ pressed on and for the first time in his life, he had wished for death to come. His body was shivering helplessly, unable to handle the overdrive. And before he could understand his own limits, a gush of liquid shot out of his dick. It wasn’t urine, because it felt cold when it flowed out of her pussy.

He couldn’t believe he was squirting, but his mind was elsewhere, trying to figure out if there was a temporary death mode. Belinda finally let off an eerie scream as her body climaxed and she fell to the side, just as his dick reached a second orgasm and unloaded a few weak streams of cum over his own body.

The blindfold was raised to his forehead and his right wrist was undone sloppily. Beside him, laid Belinda, wearing the short dress she wore the previous night, drenched in perspiration, panting from the intense finish she received. His dick was reddened to a scary colour, but nonetheless, he was satisfied.

Belinda: ‘Ever did this with your ex?’

Jacob: ‘Nope. Never.’

Belinda: ‘Will you be my boyfriend?’

Jacob: ‘You’ve earned it.’

In a way, she owned him, but it wasn’t sex nor lust that bonded them. He made use of what he learnt from the previous relationship, and gave her a love life she would never regret, even if they weren’t together in the end.

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Merry Sextmas 2014

Lady: ‘So you’re the new IT guy? Merry Christmas!’
Me: ‘Yeah.’

I took the cake from the well-acquainted lady who was around my age, or even younger, from the figure she had maintained. The only staff in the office were those whom had no plans for Christmas, and held a little celebration in the absence of our boss.

The cake was finished quickly and the small group of five or six gathered around the pantry area, giggling among the tearing sounds from their present exchange. Still relatively new to this company, I took the opportunity of the non-working period and familiarised myself with the network security strategy they used.

After the part mood died down, the same lady whom had served me the cake, came over to my cubicle. Well, I only learnt of her name then – Evelyn. Looking a little flushed from the champagne, she took an empty seat next to me and glanced at my screen, filled with applications I brought to the company to run some vulnerability tests.

Evelyn: ‘You also have no plans tonight?’
Me: ‘No. I’m more worried about losing my job even before I get started.’
Evelyn: ‘Don’t worry la. The I.T. guys here slack all the time.’
Me: ‘That’s why I hired right? I want to see what they have missed so we can continue slacking.’
Evelyn: ‘Haha. Not bad uh. We hired someone so hardworking. I’m from the HR department if you don’t know.’
Me: ‘Now I know.’

As most of the colleagues left, they turned off most of the lights, leaving Eve and I alone in our cubicle. Her head landed on my shoulder not long after, eyes barely open in the dimmed lights from the monitor.

Me (whispering): ‘Eve.. let’s go home.’
Eve: ‘My place or yours? Don’t want! I want to stay here.’

‘Here‘ isn’t a bad place too. The air-conditioning was up, and the huge glass windows made things even more romantic. Seeing how her head kept sliding off me, I couldn’t let her be and helped her to the window, where I sat next to her looking at the night sky of our metropolis.

Eve (whispering): ‘Nice right?’

The thin material of her white-purple dress could not hide the padless bra pressed against my arm, but her well-covered thighs helped drove out any unwanted thoughts.

Eve (whispering): ‘I have spent the last four Christmas eve alone. And I don’t want that anymore.’

She placed my hand on her back and I pulled her closer, till she lost balance and supported herself by pushing on my dick. I was a little hard then and did not hurt much. Beyond all these, there was her breathing sounds, that grew louder the closer we got.

Half anticipating and shy, I remained still whereas she made the first move, of unzipping my work pants. The new belt clicked opened easily and I crossed my arm over my lap to her legs, bringing my fingers up those flawless skin. Our eyes had locked onto each other, reading the signs our minds were broadcasting without shame.

Very gently in the moonlight, our lips touched and tongues met. Things moved slowly with just our tongues together, but my hands that soon went to massage her boobs changed the pace of our little office fun.

The cute hand of hers dug my cock out and stroked it delicately, while I shifted my attention to her panties that had soaked her juices up. Before we knew it, her undies were removed and my pants fell noisily onto the floor.

We picked an unused table facing the windows, quickly bending her back over the desk with her legs opened.

The emergency condom I had in my wallet was quickly put into place and in I went, prying her pussy apart with much strength. It wasn’t that I was feeling weak, but the pressure was high as I felt her lips below forcing me out. After some effort, I was hammering away on that shaky table, sending moans through the spacious office floor with much enthusiasim.

Right then, the knowledgeable lady turned into a little girl with her hips in my hands. She was mindlessly jerking her booty back as I thrust, going balls deep on my shaft.

After a few minutes of doggie, she turned around to sit on the desk and I was back in her in seconds. We continued making out in this missionary pose, her legs tightly wrapped around me. We went on like this (between the two positions) for almost thirty minutes before she requested to be placed on the floor – and to be fucked till the fireworks went off.

In no time, we were pressed against the windows with my cock fucking her minds out, slamming against each other. My hands were busy tuning her nipples under the unhooked bras while she focused on making me scream with her playful squeezes.

We lasted as long as we could. Evelyn getting pounded to orgasms she had lost count of, and me being pushed to the limit of ejaculation.

Evelyn (panting): ‘Cumming soon?’
Me (breathless): ‘Yeah why?’
Evelyn (moaning): ‘Cause I am?’

She leaned back to place her hands on my ass and let me jerk smaller strokes, causing her to moan as crazily as the deeper, slower ones. Within a minute, I was hugging her tightly while my hips buckled.

Me (groaning): ‘Cumming! Cumming!’

Poorly phrased, but same meaning. Just like how tsunami warning works, the alarm went before I was really firing. She took the bet and lifted herself away, flipped onto her back and took over the sex with a handjob.

Kneeled between her spread eagle, the both of us looked at the huge crowd and moaned. By slipping my fingers onto her pussy, we were getting each other off.

At the same time the first trail of fire launched into the air, my cock finally exploded over her chest she exposed and she let off a groan along with her orgasm. Panting, I remained on top of her as we recovered our positions, hurriedly getting dressed to watch the rest of the fireworks.

Evelyn: ‘Thank you for that.’
Me: ‘I should thank you. It’s a wonderful Christmas.’

Lying on my shoulder, we were in each other arms till the noise went down.

Evelyn (whispering): ‘So now.. we have each other to play with in the office?’

I gave her a naughty pinch on her nipples and shut down my terminal. As for the rest of the night, the sight of her car made me change my plan for a lonely night. We settled for a budget hotel nearby to catch our sleep and as well as.. yeah. You know it.

J apologises if this post isn’t up to standard (judging by how hard or wet). This is somewhat like a nicely wrapped, badly chosen present. Anyway, Merry Christmas you guys! J could well be out of the F&B scene soon and back to the I.T. side. All the best for all!

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Early Morning

It was only seven when Rick woke up in the chalet he booked to organise a small gathering with his friends. Although it was still early, there was no one around except for Faith, who was soundly asleep on the bed. Seeing that the comfortable bed was freed, he hopped on it to continue his sleep, away from the mattress that who-knows-how-many has slept on. Just before he could fall back into sleep, Faith rolled over and leaned her face on his arm, hand landing on his chest as though they were a couple. Her faded long t-shirt had raised to her waist, exposing her white FBTs underneath.

Well, Rick’s hard on had began flushing his mind with impure thoughts of taking advantage of this situation, although he knew how risky it was. Her boyfriend was his friend as well, but was out with the rest, probably for breakfast or a morning beach walk. Placing his hand on her thigh, he was getting excited with the fair, shaved legs that flowed up the tight piece of shorts. Gliding upwards, his fingers led the way and he was pleasantly surprised with a lack of the standard netting, or any signs of panties along her hips.

Since he had gone this far, might as well right? Very slowly, he moved his hand to the centre of the shorts, fingers still trying to make out if she was really panty-less. The transition to her pussy met no resistance, not even a g-string. He daringly ran his fingers along her slit, and it woke her up in a jolt.

Faith: ‘Rick! What the fuck!’

His mouth immediately went to hers and kissed hard. He pushed his tongue against her lips while his fingers continued to rub on her pussy. Splitting her pussy with his fingers, the middle finger was vibrating quickly on her clit. In no time, she was giving in to the furious attack of his fingers, lips parting with her hormones raging.

He did not allow her to speak a word, but focused on turning her on until moans began to escape from her sweet smelling face, glowing from the sunlight shooting through the unkempt curtains. Faith had kept her eyes closed from this unwanted foreplay, but there was nothing she could do to herself. Lust was felt in her tongue, brushing at his while her legs parted to welcome him. With the expanded space, he reached deeper down her cunt and pushed a finger into her.

Faith opened her eyes in shock and whispered to stop him. There was no stopping of what he did until he was satisfied, but he listened, and slowed down so she could open herself up to him. Her shirt was lifted up to her chest, and the braless state quickly attracted his lips like bees to flowers. The pink tips erected at the vicious flicks of his tongue, sending her into a shiver while using her hands to push his fingers deeper.

Faith: ‘I want you inside me.’

That sentence needed no reply. Rick undid his pants to his knees and climbed on top of her. The shorts was easily pushed to the side, giving his dick a direct passage to her love hole. With that pussy well lubricated and relaxed. A strong shove sent his meat deep into her and she exclaimed with a muffled scream. He started to ram her hard and sank his stick balls-deep. The slapping sounds was unmistakable. Their bodies were stuck together, hips pounding on the stationary girl with her legs raised in the air.

Suddenly, her phone rang and she sobered up from the frenzy sex they were having.

Faith: ‘Shhh.. boyfriend.’

Rick picked himself up and parked himself inside her, in a sitting position perpendicular.

Faith (over the phone): ‘Hello?.. Just awake.. Rick is downstairs.. Nope. Not hungry.. *silence*’

A do or die thought flashed through Rick’s mind and he began moving in and out of her. Her eyes rolled up in a tremble while she tried to slow her breathing down. The replies she gave was greatly suspicious, but his hands on her ankles had prevented her from kicking him away.

Faith (over the phone): ‘Okay.. see you later.’

She made sure to cut the line before letting her pent up moans echo in the cold room. After the phone call, Rick could tell she was much wilder than before. Her pussy tightened and her body got more sensitive.

Rick: ‘Like it?’
Faith: ‘It’s so scary! But I like it. Let’s change position.’

She turned around on her fours after he pulled out, and kept her knees opened for him to enter. He got into position and thrust his dick in without warning. Her chest jerked backwards onto his body and he made small but quick thrusts into her. The speed was driving her insane, and after a few seconds, her arms were on the bed again, desperately trying to maintain her good impression.

Faith: ‘I can’t take it anymore. Fuck me harder.’

Hearing that, he gladly complied. He shifted his hands from her waist to her shoulders, pulling her backwards to his dick. It was something she had never felt before. He was dipping his way to the deepest spot, never reached before by her boyfriend.

The two bodies pounded like bunnies for at least ten minutes before Faith began to contract her pussy. It was heavenly but devastating to his mind. This lovely girl had been promoted from a good friend, to a lady he could never look at the same way again. She pushed her butt backwards and made him sit on the bed, while her hips shifted to an ankle-sitting position.

Now, he was the one to lay relaxed on the bed while her butt slammed down on his groin. In front of him was his dick, appearing and disappearing like magic.

Rick: ‘Faith.. I am cumming soon.’
Faith: ‘Just shoot. I’m on the pill.’

He raised his hips in synchronisation to her up-down motion, sending his dick deeper into her. Her moans were also increasing in pitch, and body was getting wetter from perspiration. Finally, his cum made their way out and shot into her vagina. All the while he was cumming, she repeatedly moaned I can feel you inside me, oh yes! more more!. She had never appeared his slutty in his eyes, and he loved how crazy she could get. Just as the last squirt squeezed his dick dry, a tad of jealousy brought him back to reality.

She fell forward and crawled away, letting his dick resume it’s upright state and laid in a mess on the bed. He took his time to wear his shorts back, and watched as she adjusted her FBTs.

Rick: ‘Who is better?’
Faith: ‘You. I can still feel your warmth inside me.’
Rick: ‘Why isn’t Sam satisfying you?’
Faith: ‘He is. Just not as long and lasting as you. He can’t go fast too.’

Rick was happy to hear that, but there was little hope of getting her often in future too. He made his way down to the kitchen just as the group came back. Faith too, was at the stairs getting down to the first floor. While the rest unpacked some tidbits, Rick and Faith were alone in the kitchen washing the previous’ day BBQ mess.

Faith (whispering): ‘Now I know who I can find when I need to relieve myself. Sam always said love is not about sex. And I get what he meant. You won’t mind right?’
Rick (whispering loudly): ‘Of course not! He can love you, I can pleasure you.’

He gave a smack on her butt with the rest right outside at the dining table, keeping her a little temptation of their new found connection.

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