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Big Splash

At exactly 8.50pm, Jaden went into the stairwell with a pack of cigarette and lit one up, puffing away as an erection stirred in the loose pair of boxers he had wore for the whole day. One stick later, the timely ding of the lift stopping on that floor caught his attention, to the rightful appearance of a neighbour who lived nearby.

As she walked up to him, the duo couldn’t help but smiled wider and harder, until she was right in front of him. The kiss she gave on his lips, was filled with unimaginable lust as her hands automatically went into his boxers, fondling his already-erected cock to sooth his obedience.

Once she realised that the pee-gap was unbuttoned, she stuck his member through it and went onto her knees, cushioned by the slippers he had removed. Without giving it any kisses, she just took his cock into her mouth and went into a frenzy, pressing her lips so ever lightly onto his shaft as her lower-jaw filled up with saliva.

In no time, he was completely bewitched by the rhythmic descend of her gentle mouth over his dick, going as deep down her throat as she could take without a gag reflex. Bombarded with shocks of pleasure pulsating through his body, most of his cigarette went unsmoked as his hips began to buckle.

Unknown to him, she was fully aware of his immenient orgasm and was ready to finish him off in a special way.

‘Haa.. haa.. I’m.. ca.. cum.. ‘

Before he could finish his sentence, she tightened her grip at the bottom of his shaft and pulled her face away, leaving him high and not-so-dry in the unexplored releam of edging.

‘hey hey hey.. put it back.. ‘

There was nothing the breathless lad could say to change her mind, except that there was something he could physically do, to relief his blue balls.

With his slippers in hand, she made her way to the steps and got into doggystyle, a position he need not question. Despite his uncertainty, the pressure in his balls convinced him to slide his cock into the married woman’s pussy, to swiftly exact the lust-driven revenge.

Playing out just like she had planned, the young man rammed her brains into a pulp, channelling waves after waves of orgasms that further tightened her vagina. Likewise, it was only a matter of minutes before his urge caught up to her, and that, was a moment she was waiting for.

‘cum.. ming.. NOW!’

His last word left his body at the same time his load did, filling her up with seeds he couldn’t afford to bear the responsibilities of. Spurts after spurts, he failed to listen to his body to ‘pull out’, pumping non-stop into her instead, until she was full to the brim.

At once, she straightened her panties to contain as much of his cum as possible and casually made her way down, one floor from where the horrific boy lived.

(WhatsApp message) ‘See you later at 12 midnight.’

Powerless against her request, he was made to sit on the steps with his legs straightened, for her to squat over his cock while she drizzled some of the cum, that was still inside of her, over him.

After that was done, she lowered herself down his cock and rode him slowly, at the same time revealing the addition of her husband’s cum that they were fucking on. Needless to say, Jaden found himself in a dilemma, between his increasingly-aroused cock and the twisted idea of having another man’s semen all over his straight-as-hell penis.

Lesson is, ‘don’t fuck around, or face the discovery of an unknown fetish’, which doesn’t sound too bad right?

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Made Whole Again

Even before she entered the house, Jack could already hear her cries. It was yet another night she returned home drunk, wearing a stunning, body-hugging black dress to mourn, in that somewhat improper manner, her late husband.

Without removing her heels, she tumbled towards him and crashed into his arms, sobbing so hard he could almost feel her breathlessness. Like the other days she returned intoxicated, it was his duty to hear her pour her heart out, as she struggled with his boxers.

(As she cried) ‘Your dad.. the only thing he left was.. was you!’

Once she got through the easy-pee gap in his boxers, she made quick work of wrangling his penis out, barely giving him any time to react before straddling onto his lap.

Sitting face-to-face, he was completely mesmerised by her unrequited love, from someone who was no longer around. All that was left of her family, was just him, and she was fearless about using whatever means to memoralise him.

Swiftly stroking his cock for a few minutes, Jack was soon in a trance-like high, caught between morality and her insatiable desire to ‘revive’ her expired partner. Hanging on tightly onto his erection, she rocked her hips forward, until her dress was hiked high enough to expose her nude lower-body.

Wasting no time, she tucked his cock under her juice-laden pussy and with a slight jerk of her waist, he popped so easily into the warm, loving vagina. Immediately, a rush of energy flooded her exhausted body and she began riding him mindless, slamming her groin into his lap as his cock spread her apart from the inside.

The overwhelming bursts of pleasure then gradually brought those dirty, sexy memories of the times the married couple fucked their brains out, back in the form of indecorous sex she was having with the only living person she could let loose on – their son.

Faced with an ever-contracting vagina, Jack was in fulll control of his orgasm, just like how his father would suppress his urges until she came first.

(As she moaned) ‘Are you.. holding.. in?’

‘Yes mummy.. I am.. for you.. ‘

That very word, ‘mummy’, mysteriously turned her on so much that she came immediately, convulsing in his arms as her body went thoroughly limp. Her quick-witted boy, then carried her into her room, and laid her in her rightful place, cock deeply embedded inside her the whole time.

Little could he ever expect, that that short journey was more than enough to revitalise her, especially when he was throbbing so wildly in her. Since her feet was locked around his back, Jack had no choice but to go all out, ramming his manhood fast and deep until she showed signs of weakness.

His plan to ‘fuck her till she collapse’, couldn’t be more ironic as he neared his own climax, caused by the intentional squeeze she did to keep him in. It was truly a race against time as his balls were ready to blow, at the same time as he was about to be freed from her ‘clutches’.

(He groaned) ‘Ma… mummy! I’M.. I’M GONNA.. ‘

Before he could finish the sentence, she let go of him and he fumbled backwards onto the wall, terminating the incestuous sex they would otherwise realise. Although he was in a daze, she was feeling quite the opposite.

In a seamless twist of event, she jumped out of bed and squatted at his feet, shoving his cock into her mouth where she sucked for her dear life. Poor Jack could only take two minutes of her merciless sucking before his body submitted to his mum’s eagerness, drawing every drop of cum out of his pulsating cock.

Instead of the ‘disgust’ he envisioned, he found himself strangely bedazzled by how her lips were perfectly sealed around his twitching cock, invisibly pumping shots after shots of cum into her mouth.

To finish things up, she took her time to let his cock slide out of her, in a slight suction to thoroughly empty his shaft. The satiated boy-turn-man then helped his drunk mother into bed, for her well-deserved sleep.

The next morning, he was awakened by a hand stroking his morning wood, followed by a slow, sensual blowjob that set him on his first responsibility as the new ‘head of house’. With their long-term financial burdens taken care of by the huge insurance payout, Jack was able to wholly dedicate his time to his mother’s emotional, spiritual and sexual needs.

A broken family made whole again.

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Rental Perks

(Screaming under covered mouth) ‘MMM!’

Waking up to a hand over my mouth, I was completely overpowered by the fitter, stronger landlady whom I could see was grinning slyly above me. Without any break in her movements, she yanked my shorts down to expose my morning wood and climbed over my groin, legs naturally spread to seamlessly descend down my unfathomable-hard erection.

Within a minute, she was on top of me and riding my brains out, while keep my mouth shut with her moisturiser-coated palm. Given how abrupt it happened, my body was drained of all energy before I could even resist, not that I could with my exercise-less lifestyle.

From a shock state of mind, I was fucked into oblivion as my vision went black, then white, over and over again as her pussy slammed onto my cock.

Who could have guessed, that the pole-dancer, yoga-trained wife would be so tight, though it was mostly her conscious effort to ‘squeeze’ my manhood into a pulp.

(As she panted) ‘holy shi.. you’re not.. cumming yet?’

‘MMM.. MMM!’

Grinning cheekily at me once again, my little hopes of escape was blown to smitterins as I watched her lean backwards onto her hands, leaving the task of ‘silencing’ me to her vagina that was starting to drift between an ‘ache’ and ‘eruption’.

(She moaned) ‘ready?.. you.. ready?’

(I groaned) ‘NNNGH! NNNGH!’

That, was all the noise I could make when her pussy suddenly relaxed, forming an unbelievably soft, fleshy tube where a vacuum kept ‘sucking’ me in. No more than two minutes later, my body gave way to her magic tunnel, and filled her void with ample, rich, creamy cum I only saw a tiny blob of (when I pulled out of her).

Moving as stealthily as she entered my room, she disappeared into the dark and the next sound I heard was her advances on the sleeping husband, who was probably ‘raped’ judging from the continuous creaking of their bed.

Exhausted, I slept for as long as it took her husband to leave for work, which after she appeared in my room again – naked. Though, it was my turn to show her who the boss was, of the room at least.

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Fair Trade

Written by Her.

(He whispered) ‘good morning baby girl.. ‘

Before I was even awakened, I could already feel the sheets being dragged upwards from my ankle, in the direction his hand was moving along my leg. As he passed my knee, my thighs instinctively widened, as if inviting him to reach between my legs for a spot that secretly desired to be ‘loved’.

Over that distance he made on hand, it was more than suffice to trigger yet another involuntary response from my body, causing fluids to sweat from my vaginal walls, right out to the soft part where he probed with his fingertip, to know if I was being a ‘good girl’.

Once he felt my readiness on the slippery, wet folds of my labia, a slight smile appeared on his face, somehow delighting me as well. There was indeed, nothing to fear as he was someone I knew, and trusted to do what was best for me.

Completely relaxed to his advances, he soon shifted that fingertip upwards of my slit, spreading my juices along the way he took to reach my clit. Like a baby, I fell easily back into a drowsy, weakened state as he massaged on that sensitive nub, gradually flooding my limp body with life.

Somewhere in the middle of all that, my legs kept parting wider until he had the space to slide a finger inside me, going back and forth so rhythmically that my breaths became synchronised with him.

(He asked playfully) ‘good?’

(I uttered) ‘yes.. da.. da.. haaa.. haaa.. ‘

(He cont. taunting) ‘Da what?’

(I sighed) ‘Di.. (daddy) ‘

Powerless against his well-paced, calm-yet-mind-blowing thrusts, my knees fell further apart onto the bed, giving him a full, frontal view of my pubescent vagina – if he could see.

‘baby?’

(I moaned) ‘ye.. yes?’

As soon as she replied, he pulled his finger out to replace it with a cold, hard object, that popped so conveniently into her overly-lubricated pussy.

Immediately, she knew what it was, and what it meant. Like clockwork, she sat herself upright, dangling her legs over the length of the bed and gave him a moment, to present his dong.

In the dark, she blindly groped for his leg before she located his manhood, thick, long, and throbbing in her tiny hand. Since there was nothing to see, she kept her eyes closed as she brought her mouth, with its tongue out, towards the hot rod she was holding.

On the first taste of his pre-cum, she knew she hit the spot and gently split her lips around the girth, beginning the daily routine of sucking him off. It was also at that moment, the wireless vibrator inside her went off, channeling a tsumani of energy that only pushed her further down the deep end.

That morning, was another he decided to take control of, gripping her head firmly as he thrust his hips back and forth. Although that very position was meant to be degrading, she felt none of that, having submitted to the ‘equal’ trade of pleasure as shown through her trembling body.

Despite his freedom to be as rough with her as he wanted, he took her on a meriful, sympathetic journey that manifested into the ‘sharing’ kind of mood in her mind. Without pain, nor discomfort, she let him jerk his cock faster, and deeper down her throat, assured of his self-control.

(He gasped) ‘baby.. i’m.. i’m.. ‘

Before he could finish his sentence, she had his balls cupped in one of her hand, to massage them tenderly while she used her other hand to rub one out for herself.

After an intense two minutes, the wait was finally over. Under their hushed, muffled moans, he writhed to the powerful spurts of cum that filled her mouth as she arrived at her own climax as well. The both of them then spent another minute motionless, to recover some strength before they decoupled.

With an acquired palette for his cum, she swallowed all traces of misdemeanour and went about her day, preparing for school and such.

Emerging from the other room, was mummy in an equally-disheveled state like daddy, followed closely by their boy who didn’t look like he had any sleep.

After their two little punks were gone, it was mummy’s turn to get some from daddy, being unsatisfied by the non-creampie clause she implemented on her little boy and herself. In daddy’s case, a ‘creampie’ was the only, allowable method for any cum-disposal.

(Daddy said after sex) ‘You know.. it would still technically be my son, if something ever comes out between you and Zack.’

(Mummy replied) ‘Or so, in your case with Kelly.’

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Cum Mine

‘Good morning fifteen.’

The metal ‘bed’, made up of three smaller ones connected by hinges, moved his strapped body from a horizontal (for sleep) to a sitting position, allowing the nurse to take his vitals.

For one, he was completely healthy, without any need to be hospitalised, nor have his tongue surgically removed. Despite his pink of health, there were four tubes stuck into him (from behind). Three of the smaller ones, ran respectively into his; gastric, arm, and bladder, while the wider one, was embedded in his anus for ‘waste-disposal’.

For one, it wasn’t just ‘sheer bad luck’ that he was admitted into this particular facility, not when his kidnappers had in-depth knowledge of his lifestyle, medical history, and a type of seclusion which helped them avoid detection. After he was dragged into a moving van, an anesthesia was administered to knock him out, so cold that by the time he came to, he was left without a tongue that barely ached.

Following the invasive puncture to retrofit him with what seemed like ‘all he needed’ to live, nothing more was demanded out of him. For the first five or so days, a person who claimed to be a psychiatrist, visited him daily, ‘preaching’ his will-to-live out of the way.

It was also day six (or so), that he finally learnt of his ‘new’ purpose in life.

‘All looks good. Have a good day fifteen.’

As she left the room, he was repositioned upright, by the hydraulics that would change its angles according to the buttons located by the door. In a thoughtless state, he just stared blankly at a concrete wall until voices were heard behind the door, momentarily interesting him at the possibility of some human contact.

(Lady said) ‘I will. Thank you.’

A blonde lady full of smiles then walked through the heavy-sounding sliding door, coming into full view when she stepped up to him. Upclose, he was able to see her flawless skin, long, golden hair, firm, athletic body, bearing the sort of aura that resembled a strong-willed, career woman.

‘Fifteen, they said you were called.’

Immediately, his mood changed as she reminded him of how voiceless he was, unconsciously showcasing her superior knowledge of what was going on there. While he was still trying to wrap his head around things, she suddenly began stripping her clothes off, in front of his very eyes. Bewildered, there was still no way he could make a noise no matter how absurd things were.

The only furniture in the room, a mobile, padded, height-adjustable table with a ‘C’ cut out its middle, didn’t garner much attention from him until she parked it right in front of him. When she in the groove of the cut-out portion and spread her legs apart, did it began to make some sense to him. When she tapped some buttons on her smart-watch, the table would raise and descend accordingly.

The lady, then brazenly held his cock in her hand and fondled it, causing an erection which contradicted his emotionless mood. Unhampered by his lack of affection, she kept teasing him until he was up and twitching, at the same height where her pussy was.

‘Ready?’

Uncaring about the change in his eyes, she moved the table nearer to let the tip of his cock touch her pussy. After swiping the watch-face for a new set of controls, she tapped on one, that sent the panel behind his bum, to thrust back and forth. The sudden penetration quickly overwhelmed his shock, plunging him into ecstacy as he fucked a stranger mechanically.

The lady, a little shaken by his size, soon took pleasure at each stroke going in and out of her juiced-up pussy, splitting involuntarily at every stab. In no time, she was moaning for her life as his cock grew thicker, being one of the traits he was ‘hired’ for.

(Lady screamed) ‘OH GOD! YOU ARE KILLING ME!’

At once, the sliding door whined opened, only to slam shut when she raised a hand into the air, signifying her ok-ness. Returning her attention to the stud, she gave him a dirty grin as worked her vaginal walls, clamping so ever slightly down on his cock to tease him further.

Without giving any warning, she clicked on a button that moved her table backward, letting his cock slip reluctantly out of her. Very swiftly, she flipped onto her chest and replaced the table, at a distance she could stuff his cock into her pussy.

Again, his hips were forced to move back and forth, making noisy, slapping sounds as he took her doggystyle. In that intense, raw, sexual moment, she stuck a hand down her legs and viciously rubbed her clit, until his cock was suffocating in a climaxing orifice.

No one, especially him, could be more helpless as he felt the impending end to the buildup of euphoria, in the form of cum that was ready to exit his body. In utter silence, and against the rigid movements of the machine he was confined to, his hips buckled as waves of hot cum sprayed into her pussy, urging her to hit the physical red button on the side of her watch.

Instantly, his ‘bed’ stopped moving to let the last bit of cum vacate his balls, into a woman he could only dream of getting in reality. Once she was done collecting his load, she moved the bed forward, and away from her donor.

(She said breathless) ‘Thank you.. fifteen.. for your contribution.’

In time, he lost all perception of a normal, wholesome life and grew attached to the provision of sexual pleasure in his hopeless state of imprisonment.

After she got dressed, she left the room and he was returned to a horizontal position. Later that day, during final checks, he was fed a burger for dinner, as a ‘tip’ from the lady for his outstanding performance.

His licit purpose, in this specialised sperm bank, was to fulfil the ‘man’ word in the first part of the company slogan;

by Man, for Woman