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Finally Home

Seated at the back of the taxi, Annie could not keep her hands from her husband, Teck’s, pants. As he sat behind the driver, she was groping his little tentage that was protruding from under the zip, possibly breaking the teeth apart if it wasn’t for his underwear.

Annie: ‘Dear, I missed you so much. And I can’t wait to be home with you.’

Teck: ‘I know. We’re on our way home already. Can you wait?’

The driver was a unique one, dressed in a formal white blouse with a blazer, somehow, he looked a little like Jason Statham from the movie ‘The Transporter’. Through their conversation, he never flinched an eyelid, and it made them felt even more private in the vehicle.

Pulling her long sweater off, the translucent white nightgown surprised Teck as he would never imagine her to be that daring. She placed the pullover over his groin and slowly unzipped him, making as little noise as possible. Soon, his fly was undone and she managed to wrestle his manhood into the soft fleece. Stroking in anticipation, she twisted her palm around to give him the handjob he would die for. After noticing that the cab driver did not look into the rear mirror even once, she lowered the sweater away and slowly lowered her head.

Teck knew the driver could see what they were doing anytime, but his eyes remained fixed on the busy road through town. Without stopping, her mouth went over his rod and coated her saliva all over, pressing the shaft at her upper mouth with the tongue. If she did not seal her lips, there won’t be any slurping sounds, and it would be less dangerous for them to get exposed too.

Driver: ‘Sorry to interrupt. If you’re okay with it, I will take the longer route to your destination.’

Teck: ‘Can.’

That guy knew exactly what to do. They considered themselves lucky to have hopped on his car, and wasn’t even worried about being peeped at. Her lips sealed around his width and sucked up and down, letting Teck’s head fall back on the headrest of the passenger’s seat. His hands began moving after five minutes of her mind-numbing blowjob, shifting to her inner thighs once her mouth left the meat.

Spreading her legs open between the centre footrest of the car, his fingers dived into the souping wetness and circled his fingertips around her clit. Whenever there was a traffic stop, the driver would look out of his window or just keep his head forward, turning on the radio after he reached the heartlands.

Soon, Teck’s fingers were darting in and out of Annie’s pussy, sounds drowned by the male voice on the radio. With just a few more turns to their place, he had to stop before she reached the climax and put the sweater back on, forgoing the zipper to cover her nakedness.

They paid the driver fifty for a thirty dollars ride and he left happily, delighted at the amount of tip he received. The couple made their way hastily back to their flat and dropped everything once the doors were opened, their clothes included. He pushed her to the wall where their wedding photo were hung, and wrapped his arms around her waist. Reaching downwards to her pussy, he raised one of her knees with one hand and started fingering her with the other.

Pumping his hand at her slit excitedly, his hormones were also raging from the long trip, having controlled himself whenever his colleagues went out to have ‘fun’. After a while, her pussy was dripping non-stop onto the wooden flooring and she did not seemed like she wanted to stop. Growing tired, he flipped her around to look at him and carried her up, letting her legs go around his sticky body. Using the wall as support, he lowered her down his rod and bounced her up and down, letting gravity force his dick deep into her.

Carrying her to their room, he dropped onto the bed with her and remained on top, turning to pound her pussy with his elongated dick. All Annie could do was thrash her body around while the moans became more of groans, clearly over her limit for the fierce pumping she was receiving. The orgasms hit her real hard with the quick and deep thrusts of his rod, going as deep as he could to stroke her innards continuously. In no time, she was drained of energy from the non-stop orgasms she seemed unable to get enough of.

Teck: ‘Come. Turn over.’

She wearily flipped on her fours and arched her back downwards, positioning herself as a well-behaved bitch. Shoving his dick into her in one move, she was almost thrown forward with the force, but he held her down with his hands, resuming the hyper speed merciless sex.

Annie: ‘Are you going crazy? I can’t take it anymore.’

Teck: ‘Shhh.. just enjoy k?’

Yes, she was in heavens from the orgasms, but her pussy was begging for a break. And breaking her was the whole idea all along. Pounding loudly into the night, his dick only grew thicker as he moved faster. So much so that her opening was stretched to a record wide. With the incoming urge to cum, there was no stopping then and he only rammed her harder.

Finally, with the last bit of his energy, he stopped halfway to one of her many orgasms and pinned her body to the bed. Dragging her leg out of the bed, he stood over the outstretched limb and squatted lower to get his dick back in. Leaning sideways, he angled her other leg to a 90 degrees and rammed into her without a holding back.

His hips knocked against her butt and it was just frenzy once he found the perfect position. Sinking his dick deep, there was no turning back. It was pure lust driving him and it was the release that he had been looking forward to. Slapping sounds echoed in the room as he grunted like a bear, turning a deaf ear to her pleas to stop.

Before she knew it, less than ten seconds later, he finally gave the last few strong thrusts into her and filled her up with the thickened sticky cum that was in storage for the longest time. Just like a pastry puff getting filled, her swollen red pussy lips were oozing cum that was overflowing, and the amount was enough to scare her with the thoughts of pregnancy.

Teck’s body had given in to the exhaustion and pulled out before the last few drops were out, leaving droplets all over her bum as he stumbled onto the bed. Lying with his eyes closed, his dick was still huge and twitching, leaking cum onto his body.

As tired as Teck was, Annie crawled to his dick and took it into her mouth, sucking the leftovers out of it, and twirling his warm rod in her mouth until he almost fell asleep.

Teck: ‘Dear.. let’s sleep.’

She leopard crawled into his arms and collapsed on his chest, that was still rising and sinking rapidly from the intense sex.

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High Hem

Shelly: ‘Why did you buy this skirt for me? It’s so short!’
Adrian: ‘Just trust me k? I’ll be beside you all the time.’

They left the mall and walked towards the bus stop, planning to take a longer bus ride home to spend the uneventful day which they had been just shopping and eating. It was a day revolving around her as he splurged on food and clothes, buying some matching couple items along the way. For the ride home, it will be her turn to satisfy him, a move which guys would expect when they treated their girls well.

Heading straight for the upper deck of the bus, the passengers sitting adjacent could totally look up her black skater skirt with a matching black thongs covering in contrast to her fair butt complexion. They walked past a few staring eyes on his girl and sat at the last row, before he leaned towards her in the corner and laid on her shoulders. Sheepishly, he reached under her loose sheer top and unclipped the buckle between her cups to free her bra. With the dangling bra, she slid lower and kept her eyes on the front of the bus, while removing the straps from her arms.

For the whole day, Shelly had been feeling insecure with that top and skirt, requested by her boyfriend to put it on for him. And now, on the bus, he went further to bare her body under and covered her breasts with his hand, rubbing his palm over her nipples and giving them a sloppy massage. Although she was getting turned on by his moves, fear was still ringing in her head and her eyes just could not break away from the front of the bus.

A short while later, his hand went down onto her lap and glided up her skirt, tugging the pair of thongs down and off her legs. He lifted one of her knees onto the window ledge, and slipped his fingers onto her clit, rubbing them in circles with his fingertips. Her face was getting flushed at the same time her eyes shut themselves to enjoy the sweet pleasure, coming from his skilful hand that kept going.

Slowly, the passengers on the upper deck left as the bus neared the end of the journey, leaving them in private to finish what they started.

Adrian: ‘Come, sit on my lap.’

He quickly unzipped his pants and pulled it low enough to let his dick bounce free in the cold air, pinkish from the arousal caused by her moans and twitching. She got up and sat over his legs, partly holding the handgrip of the seat in front, to let him rest his dick along her slit. For the period of time they were together, they never had sex, and was contented with just getting each other off. This time, it was nothing different, as she would sometimes let him use the exterior of her pussy to rub him off, but in a more convenient position.

Facing away from him, she was half squatting over his legs and was teased by his dick that was sliding up and down her slit, stimulating her clit while she used one of her hands to push his shaft closer between her legs. On her part, she made small bounces in compliment to his gentle hips thrusts, jerking his meat on the wet parting between her pussy.

They kept up with this foreplay until the bus was just one stop away from the interchange, forcing him to increase his speed and also making her change her palm shaped to a ring (formed with her index finger and thumb). She had placed it over his little head while he thrust harder, until the grunting noises he made signalled her for what was about to come (or cum). He stopped moving and Shelly took over, quickly shifting her knees beside his thighs and rocking on his groin.

Shelly: ‘Baby, are you going to cum? I want you to shoot all out.’

Her pussy was getting sensitive and hornified from the strokes along her pussy, and the subtle orgasms were exhausting her to a contentment. In just ten seconds later, his cum shot through her two finger ring without warning and squirted onto the back of the seat in front of them. Keeping up with her grinding and special ‘fingerjob’, he gave all the shots he could get and let her get off her before pulling his pants back up. She picked up the thongs that had a bit of cum caught on it and put it on, before keeping her bra into her bag and using it to cover her bare chest.

Adrian: ‘Come come, let’s go. We’re here.’

Hands still damp and dirty, they left the bus with a smile to the driver, making their way to the nearest toilet to clean and dress up. The walk back home was a short one, so it was not much of a hurry nor trouble despite the late timing.

Although guys love looking at girls in skirt (or in fact, skimpy clothing), it is actually the imagination of the naked body that completed the mental picture in their minds. Still, it’s nothing to be disgusted at, or worth putting in effort to cover, I guess girls do like how they (themselves) look and the staring look is actually a compliment.

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Discovering Secrets

Ting Ting arrived at the cafe just as I finished my cup of mocha and we left for the fountain in the middle of the flat that we usually hang out at. We had planned to meet at 10pm as I thought it was more convenient for her, assuming that work ended at 6pm or so. She was wearing a short sleeved white blouse with a short grey plaid skirt, making her looked like a matured school girl. I did not complain much since it looked great on her, and we just sat there chatting about whatever happened since the last gathering we had in poly.

I had an agenda when I asked her out that night, and it had something to do with her work outside normal daily duties. The previous few days I was surfing the net, I stumbled upon her profile on an escort site, that was obviously hinting at the other services their girls provided. That sexy dragon tattoo on her back was one that no one could forget, but yet she was not aware of the discovery.

Me: ‘Ting, do you work outside your normal job?’

Ting: ‘No ah. I’m busy enough with that never ending workload. How would I have time to anything else?’

I casually went to the website on my phone and showed it to her, earning a stunned look without a word from her. That same skirt, with the tattoo on her bare back in the photo cannot be wrong. Even in the outfit she wore that night, I could make out the ink under that thin top. She calmly held my hand after clicking on the standby button on top of my iPhone and pushed it away.

Ting: ‘Yeah. That was what I did outside. Even just before I met you today.’

Me: ‘Why? Is it for money?’

Ting: ‘Partly of it. After I finished my poly, I went for a makeover that changed my habits, and breaking up with Tony was the best thing that happened. In case you don’t know, he was just a horny pervert, who took my virginity and cheated on me. Since then, I sort of felt a calling to satisfy my urges without emotions and that was how I ended up working there.’

Me: ‘But you can easily find a fling, or friends with benefits who are willing to pay right?’

Ting: ‘But they will slowly ask me to be their girlfriends. I hate that word.’

Me: ‘So are you going to carry on in that line?’

Ting: ‘Don’t know. I am getting tired of it. And now, even you have found out about it.’

Me: ‘I won’t tell anyone about it. As long as you know what you are doing.’

Her hand on me ran onto my thigh and slid up and down, which was actually useless since my mind was already drifting along her shapely body. I moved my hand on her lap and did the same to her, but went higher up her legs under her skirt, maintaining the depth since we were in public.

Ting: ‘You want to sit somewhere with less people? I feel like crying.’

I heaved a breath of relieve and brought her to one of the blocks in the distance, where executive units had unoccupied floors. We sat there quietly and her head laid on my shoulders. Her hand was digging into my shorts and going as far as my underwear. I knew we would go further than that, but the night was still young.

True enough, tears were flowing down her cheeks and I remained silent, leaving her to shed those painful memories. As a way to comfort her, my hand went up her skirt again, until I felt the thin piece of panties she wore. Ting leaned back on the stairs and I gently massaged her pussy, legs spreading as I picked up my speed. Soon, the wetness was soaked up and made her uncomfortable. She had to remove it before it got too wet and returned my fingers on her clit after it was taken off.

I could feel how nicely she was waxed, without any prickling feel. My fingers would not stop teasing her, but would not enter no matter how hard she was pressing on them.

Ting: ‘Why won’t you put it in?’

Me: ‘Wait. Slowly can?’

Ting: ‘Cannot.’

Although she said no, there was no actions to support it and I just took my time to get her hornier to a point she could no longer take it. Her hand in my pants left and ordered me to take it off, which I gladly followed. With my dick at risk of being seen, she almost got her mouth over it before I stopped her. It was part of the plan to take things slow, since both of us were in no rush. The confused expression on her face did get my attention and I had to ask her.

Me: ‘What do you look so lost?’

Ting: ‘Cause most men would be on my by this time, they won’t bother to wait or do anything more.’

I laughed and placed her head on my chest, while my fingers entered that moist hole, playing around the entrance before pushing my way in. I did not make any hard or deep thrusts, only dipping one third of my middle finger in and moved it. That gentle and non-invasive masturbation got her to give up wanting and let me did what I wanted.

Precum was already forming on my pee hole and her moans were getting quicker as well. Seeing that an hour had passed from our meeting time, it was more appropriate to go further. I took her hand on my lap and placed it over my shaft, which she held lightly onto it and used her thumb to spread the droplet of precum over the tip.

By then, I was moaning and feeling weak from her slow handjob, resting more of my weight on the wall beside me. Gradually, my fingers slowed down from tiredness and stopped. She gave that seductive look before opening her mouth, lowering her head over my dick. That warm environment brought my rod to the next level and all I could do was let my eyes close, to savour that glossy lips of her work.

Her blowjob was less of getting me to cum and more on preparing me for sex. Perhaps it was an occupational habit, but it worked well on me. My dick was harder and bigger than before ready for the sex I had no intention of getting. It didn’t felt right to me that she went any further without monetary compensation.

Somehow, she noticed my concerns and assured me that it was for fun, on the account of our friendship advancing. After some time, she got up leaving my saliva dripping dick and stood over the steps, with one feet on different level. She had stretched her arms out all the way, giving me only that bit of space to stand between the wall and her butt. I went into that allocated slot and stood on the higher steps, holding my dick downwards at her pussy.

The tip poked into her and the rest of the penetration was done by her. Her body shifted back and my dick sank all the way into her, before she made a few grinds on my hip. I rearranged my stand and held her waist firmly. Naturally, my dick started pumping into her in a deep yet relaxed manner, unhurried despite we were still at risk of being seen.

That session of gentle sex was so intriguing that my mind could not bear to let the urges take over. It was pure sex with my dick thrusting into her and splitting her vaginal walls open over and over again. Her pussy fluids were magically drying into a powder where our genitals did not touch, keeping out of the way.

Her orgasms were also one of the most beautiful ones I’ve ever came across. Whenever I felt her pussy tighten, she would push her body back on my dick and kept herself still, letting me feel that upward milking action from her contracting pussy. Her arms would lift her chest up into a perfect curve while her moans echoed softly like a cat’s purr. Once the waves died down, she would resume her position and the sexy pounding would continue.

Once her phone beeped the midnightly alert, her body went into another mode where she would maintain the orgasmic tightness and jerking her hips in the opposite direction to my thrusts. Knowing that we were reaching deeper, I grabbed her waist tighter and kept her as still as possible, increasing the strokes my hips were giving without moving too much of my body.

The escalation in pressure of my balls was like a super soaker getting pumped for action. We kept up with the outdoor romp until my dick could no longer hold the liquid in.

Me: ‘Ting.. Move forward. I’m going to cum.’

Suddenly, the fact that she could be infected came to me but was quickly negated (since it was too late). She shook her head, throwing her hair around to reject my disposal suggestion. Having no time to work with, I continued driving my dick at the same speed into her. Till the trigger was finally squeezed, I yanked her waist at my groin and forced myself deeper. The waves of cum squirted into her non-stop and her struggle to move made me delivered a few extra rounds.

Half a minute later, she retracted her arms and pulled away from me, dripping cum on the concrete floor a few inches of my feet. She sat me down and went a few steps forward, taking my dick in her mouth and sucking it clean. Before I could say a word, her body was in my arms and I hugged her with much console.

Ting (whispering): ‘Thank you. It had been a long time since anyone made love to me. I really missed that feeling.’

That sentence took me a few seconds to make any sense out of it, but her understanding of sex and love making did impressed me. It seemed that she truly knew what she was doing in that sideline. We cuddled for a quarter of an hour, giving pecks to each other and just enjoyed the company in the breeze night.

Me: ‘Shall we go?’

Ting: ‘Yupp. Umm.. are you working tomorrow?’

Me: ‘I’m actually looking for work now. Just quitted not long ago.’

Ting: ‘You want to come to my place? The earlier client actually booked an overnight room at MBS. I don’t want to sleep alone.’

The invitation could not be any better than it could get. After all, it was at MBS. I picked up my bag and followed her to the main road, where the taxi she paid for drove us all the way to the hotel where another night of sweaty love making took place.

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Scissors

This entry is written in the female’s point-of-view. Hope you will like it.

For the second time this year, I was asked to head to a club with a male friend, whose name I shall not disclose. I was quite sure he had other things in mind when he asked me out, but it was a free night for me, so I went along with him. That night, I was wearing a simple black tube dress with rhinestones lined in rows around the top, and my usual light make up completed my outfit for the day. His car had been waiting under my block for some time already, but I was in no hurry to look the way I wanted. After close to thirty minutes and countless unread messages from him, I made my way down and watched his jaw drop from that short hemline of my dress that was a just a few inches below my hips.

I hopped into his ride and he drove us to Butter Factory, where the music had started playing and guests grooving to the beat. He led me in with his hand on my waist and I was wary of where it went, sure of myself not to let him take advantage despite being in a place where girls were ‘eaten’ in the vicinity of the club. He walked away to get me a drink and I felt a little lost in that place, unsure of what to do as there were no seats available. After a few minutes, I looked around for him and found him talking to a group of people around a table, before he glanced in my direction and waved me over.

They managed to get us some space and he was immediately attended to by one of the girls, bringing the glasses of alcohol to each others’ mouth in an attempt to get each other drunk. By then, I was a little numb to guys shifting their attention so quickly and did not thought much, going back to drowning myself in the glasses of liquor. Throughout the next hour, a few guys did chatted me up but my heck-care expression turned them off, diverting their attention elsewhere worthy to getting them laid.

It did not take long for my body to feel a little high from the intake, and I found myself too high to do anything, in case some guy just pulled me out and start groping me. At the same time as I was staring blankly at the floor, a pair of 3 inches heels walked towards me and squatted by my seat, revealing the leopard panties in the flashing lights.

Lady: ‘Why do you look so listless?’

Me: ‘Just high from drinks.’

Lady: ‘I’m Zenki. Traveller from Europe. You?’

Me: ‘Etta, prisoner in Singapore.’

She gave a giggle and helped me up to the toilet where I rinsed my face. She was done before me and stood by the side, wiping her hands with a few pieces of paper towel. Once I was slightly more sobered, we walked out through the floor and halfway, she held me by my arm and turned me to her. Holding my waist with both her hands, she brought me into the tempo, swerving my body left and right in accordance to her and we got so close that our bellies were touching.

I bet it must be very hot to watch two girls dancing so calm and sexily on the floor as the surrounding people made space for us, and slowed their pace down as well. The DJ noticed the change in mood and switched the music to a slower one, but with strong bass that filled up any silence. Slowly, my head was in her shoulders and the sweet scent just overwhelmed my nose, enticing me to give in to her lead.

At that moment, I was no longer thinking about the friend that brought me here, for he was clearly more interested in ‘easier’ girls. My body was Zenki’s to control, and she took great care of me, until I was getting too wobbly to continue. Right then, she tilted my head up and planted a kiss on my lips. Being a very traditional girl, I never had a same gender kissed me and frankly speaking, her lips were so soft and puffed. Furthermore, her hand behind my head just pushed me firmly on the kiss and all I could do was nothing.

Our lips broke up after five seconds, and the world suddenly came back to me, with staring eyes of jealousy and admiration.

Kenzi: ‘Are your friends sending you home?’

Me: ‘I prefer to go home myself. They could be dangerous when I am this drunk.’

Kenzi: ‘How about I sending you home? Will it be as dangerous?’

Me: ‘I hope it will be more exciting than dangerous.’

She gave me a hug and walked me to the table to retrieve my purse, before leading me hand in hand out of the place and into her car. Unknowingly, I felt asleep and woke up only when the car stopped in the open space of her semi-D. She got out of the car first and went over to my side, giving me a long kiss while she reached to unclip the safety buckle.

Still unstable, I had to place my arms around her neck while she helped me into the house, going all the way to a bedroom and then free-falling on the softness of it. After my heels were gracefully removed by her, she climbed on top of me and continued frenching me, piercing her tongue into my mouth this time.

It had definitely felt better than the make out sessions with guys. As a woman, she portrayed a unhurried aura and delicate attention to my body. Her lips trailed from my lips, to my cheeks and ears, nibbling on my lobes. The shiver down my spine kick started my hormones and it was something so powerful I could not imagine otherwise. Following the nibbles, she moved down my neck and my tube dress just slipped down with a slight arc of my back. Something in me just wanted more of her, and it was so instinctive. After all, break ups exhausted my poor heart and she was someone who knew how to take care of me, or at least for the night.

Wearing that dress meant that I could skip my bra (cause it would deform the shape around the chest), and Zenki just went for my nipples, sucking them lightly in her mouth. She would use the tip of her tongue to go in circles around them, gathering my horniness at the peaks before giving them a nibble, driving me moaning uncontrollably. It was the only time I allowed anyone to turn me on that much. You can call it destiny or fate, but it was truly a night that I will never forget.

After toying with my boobs, she pulled the dress off and went all the way down to my panties. Biting on the centre area, she tugged it down and began working on my clit, pushing her tongue hard on it before flicking that forbidden fruit up and down. In no time, the first orgasm hit me hard and the subtle tremble sent her going for more, making her movements faster so I could keep cumming.

I wasn’t skilled in pleasing a woman, and it would soon be my turn to satisfy her. Right there, her head pulled away from me and I held back from pushing her back down, finishing the orgasm that was about to come.

Me: ‘I am not sure if I can do the same for you. I don’t know how to.. ‘

Kenzi: ‘Shhh.. I’ve never asked for that.’

She sat opposite me with her legs opened, angling into a scissors formation. Her pussy then slid between my legs until our privates touched. In that position, I had no idea how to move or what to expect. She knew exactly what to do and began grinding her pussy against mine, squishing our wet parts together in a manner that felt so slippery and comforting, without any pain or extreme pleasure pounding in my head.

Our sweating bodies just continued with that only move and the unique sensation came when our bodies lost synchronisation, going in random directions. She was right there, opposite me and moaning with her head flipped backwards, so was mine. I could not believe myself when a climax was felt building up in me, through the simple acts of grinding and rubbing.

Suddenly, just as I was moving at my fastest, a stream of juices leaked from her and coated onto me, causing me to slip and trigger the single event that knocked the breath out of me. The built up started from my pussy, going up my hips and waist, finally reaching my chest and neck, almost throwing me into cramps. Zenki was lying on the bed by then, shivering in her own world while my energy was getting drained from me.

My breathing went deep and heavy on her bed, unable to move into a more comfortable position. After some time, my vision blacked out and the rest of the night was spent snoozing until we got up next morning in a frenzy to get dressed before her parents returned.

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Cooking Up

Coming from wealthy families, Philip and Elizabeth was happily married and were still in their first few months of honeymoon. Although she was a breadwinner too, she was the more obedient and submissive partner in the household, listening to the man of the house for basically everything. On nights she ended work early, she would go home and try to cook new dishes, for her husband to enjoy. But that was something that Thomas did not really liked, for her sense of taste was a little distorted. Nonetheless, he always complimented her for the attempt and did not break her heart.

One night, he was home late, but there she was, lying on the dining table, asleep waiting for him to return. He dropped his bag on the couch and went over to her, eating on the cold rice and plates of eggs and vegetables. Just a few mouths later, he placed his utensils down and looked at her with a tired expression.

Philip: ‘Eliz, I can’t eat this. I know you tried very hard, but frankly, I’ve never liked the food you cooked. Sorry. I guess I’m a bit tired today.’

He left the table and took his bag into their room, shutting the door lightly and running the taps in the bathroom. Elizabeth was at a loss for words, unable to understand why he did not tell this to her since the beginning. She packed the table, and washed the plates, heading into bed directly before he was done bathing. That night, she did not catch much sleep, but waited for him to head to work early in the morning.

For a few weeks, their sex life was still thriving, but it was more of a tease to her, as he had always turned her on so much, only to leave her deprived when she wanted more from him. His mission seemed to be just to get her horny and desperate, so whenever he felt like it, he would go into the ‘beast’ mode to claim her. Anyway, sex was the last thing on her mind after he left for work.

Turning on her phone, she scrolled along the names to find a colleague-turned-chef from her previous employment, and immediately gave him a call.

Elizabeth: ‘Hello? Is this Thomas?’

Thomas: ‘Yeah yeah! Elizabeth? Have been so long since I heard from you! What can I do for you?’

Elizabeth: ‘I want to know if you do one-to-one cooking lessons. I am going to take it up for my husband.’

Thomas: ‘For you? Sure! When do you want to start?’

Elizabeth: ‘Available today?’

Thomas: ‘Yupp. Let’s make it 1pm. So you can whip up a dinner for your husband.’

Before she was married, all the guys in the department were eyeing on her petite figure with those long slender fair legs. Many times, she would expose herself under those short fitting dresses, and the continuous attention from the guys didn’t seemed to mind her at all. As a courteous girl, she would help them pick up stuff and run errands without suspicion, giving them more ‘limelight’ moments when she bent over.

Elizabeth went back to sleep until the doorbell rang, jolting her up in a frenzy to receive him. Dressed in a pearl white slip dress made of satin, her braless state did not bother her one bit when she opened the door for Thomas. Without me saying, his eyes went to where they wanted to go and she just invited him in and brought him to the kitchen.

Elizabeth: ‘I don’t have much cookwares. Will it be enough?’

Thomas: ‘Yeah yeah. I can do wonders with just my hands.’

The innocent girl had no idea what he meant, but disappeared for a moment to tie her hair up. Going back to the kitchen, she saw him searching the cupboards for something, and offered to help him get what he needed.

Thomas: ‘I’ll need a pan, some bowls and plates. We’ll be cooking chicken chop today. It will be something easy for you to cook.’

Elizabeth: ‘Oh. I’ll get it for you. And, my husband says my taste buds weren’t accurate, so maybe you’ll have to show me how much spices to put in.’

She squatted down next to him and pulled the built-in dishwasher open, picking out the pot she used last night. From his height, her pinkish nipples were in full view and her breasts were obvious in the loose neckline. His hard on was right beside her, and she did not even noticed what was happening. While she arranged the counter top of cups and plates, he took out two pieces of chicken and laid it to cool.

He started up the contact stove and stood behind her, instructing her on what to do. Following his instructions closely, she managed to season the chops and placed it skin down on the pan, sizzling in the hot oil that was on it.

Thomas: ‘We’ll have to wait for a while for the skin to turn a little crispy, then flip it over. How are things with your husband?’

Elizabeth: ‘He’s nice. Just that sometimes work tire him out. I want to make his day better with nicer food too. How about you?’

Thomas: ‘Haha. That’s nice of you. Me? I’m still single and looking. My skills in the kitchen are never seen by anyone else except you.’

He placed his head beside hers and looked at the pan, sniffing a breath of her morning scent as she waited. Slowly, his hands went to her waist, and held her lightly.

Thomas: ‘What about sex with your man? Is it good?’

Elizabeth: ‘Why did you ask this for?’

He pushed his arms through her waist and cupped his hands over her braless breasts, kneading them like soft dough. She had tried to pry them away but he was much stronger, and the unwanted pleasure was weakening her resistance as well. Gradually, he kept up with his movements and started licking her neck, where heavy breathing from her came and her butt just arched back onto his groin.

Feeling his hard on through his bermudas, she grind up and down along it, in an instinctive manner conditioned by her husband for such scenarios. Sliding the shoulder straps off, her dress fell in a single wave down her body, and onto the floor. And there she was, nude in front of a good looking chef with intentions she had never suspected.

Thomas: ‘Come, hold the handle, I’ll teach you how to flip.’

He held her hand and gave the pan a push, turning the chicken onto the meaty side and sizzling again on the pan. He moved his arms to her waist and carried her up, bringing her to the custom made dining table and letting her down on her knees.

Once she was half doggie on the table, he sat on the chair in front of it and planted his face at her pussy, sucking at her slit while she just stopped moving, letting him feast on her pussy. Somehow, that was how submissive she was, never going against anyone that she knew. Thomas just ran his tongue along her slit and nudged her back parallel to the table, so he could fondle her clit that was covered in juices.

After he was done making her wet and moaning, the chicken was cooked too and he made a dash to turn the heat off, going back to her in less than three seconds. He turned her body around and made her sit facing him, legs still apart and eyes looking everywhere. His mouth went back to work while his hands removed his pants, officially freeing his dick from the confinement. He got up on his feet and hastily aimed his dick at her pussy.

Elizabeth: Wait wait.. can I turn away?’

Damn, did she see through his plan? He stopped in his track and had to ask her what she meant. Not only she did not reply him, but she just got off the table and went into the living room. Disappointed at himself, he walked out behind her and saw her sitting on the sofa.

Elizabeth: ‘I think the couch is more comfortable.’

Like a little boy finding his long lost toy, he hurried to her and placed her lying down on the length, before she stopped him a second time.

Elizabeth: ‘Can I turn around? I feel guilty doing this when I’m married.’

Thomas: ‘As you wish.’

She flipped herself around and kept her legs together, waiting patiently for him to finish his job. With that small leg space, he kept one feet on the ground and the other knee beside her calf. Sliding his little head along her slit, she was wet enough for him and before he could warn her, his dick plunged right into her and sent her gasping in surprise.

Elizabeth: ‘Why are you so big?’

Thomas: ‘It’s because of you.’

Without saying more, he grabbed her shoulders and pounded at her body, sinking his meat forcefully deep into that sloppy wet hole. She could only manage about three of his strokes before her face dug into the cushions, muffling her moans and groans from his powerful thrusts. In and out his dick went, desperately trying to cope with that tight cunt that was closed for close to two weeks.

In his mind, it was all bliss fucking the woman of his dreams, and better still, owned by another man. For Elizabeth, it was time to get some attention to her primitive needs, and there was no better person who knew how to control her. On and off, she would pleasure that piece of meat inside her by squeezing tight, and making him slow down so he would not shoot. Going all the way out, she was overwhelmed by his vigour and was pleased beyond satisfaction.

On Thomas’ part, the speed he went at was at his top and his dick was screaming silently for the go-no-go to cum. That tightness, wetness, warmth, accompanying slim waist, sexy back, silky long hair, sensual pleading moans, it was about all he could handle.

Thomas: ‘I am about to cum!’

Elizabeth: ‘Oh yes baby! Pump it all into me! Don’t stop now!’

Her pussy contracted involuntarily this time and squeezed the trigger of his balls. Still ramming at her, the hot load of cum just kept pumping into her needy hole, and he had to force himself to continue moving despite the hyper-sensitiveness. Finally, her hole was leaking his cum and she had to stop him, for she was getting too sensitive as well.

Thomas pulled out of her and watched her cup her hands under her pussy, closing her legs to prevent dirtying the cushion. Heaving and panting, there was no questions to what the indecent couple just did, covered in perspiration from their exercise. In an awkward scene of her waddling to get tissue, he went to the kitchen to plate the food and just as he walked in on her, she was wiping herself with her legs spread opened, sort of a welcoming sight to behold.

He fed her the completed dish and helped her wear that sexy nightie on, before packing up and preparing to leave.

Elizabeth: ‘Oh wait. Umm.. I can still ask you for help when I want to learn new dishes right?’

Thomas: ‘Of course! I’ll make sure to bring more tools the next time.’

Elizabeth: ‘Do I need to pay you?’

Thomas: ‘You’ve already made payment.’

He left her house and she sat back on the couch, rubbing her sore clit that was just slapped countless times by his balls. Naturally, the urge to get herself off came with cleaning up and massaging her privates, all the way until her husband came home, greeted by a sight of ‘better tasting’ food and his horny wife who deserved a goodnight of love making.