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Day Two

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Under Jenson’s blanket was a bulge that couldn’t forget what it had experienced the night before, it was sitting there, raised and awaiting. He had a great night of sleep, into the Saturday that would be filled with activities. Lati was already awakened at 6am, whipping up the most tantalizing breakfast not seen for a long time. After everything was done, there was only one thing left on her morning to-do – waking little Jenson up.

She pushed on the slightly ajar door, tiptoed beside his bed and gave him a soothing stroke on his back. It was routine, that was what she did to wake him up everyday, but today, it was different.

Lati: ‘Jenson, turn over.’

He did so tiredly and she lifted the blanket away, easing the tension of his dick that was trapped beneath. Taking it into her mouth, she gave a gentle flick on the pee hole and started swallowing it whole, going in and out of her mouth, squeezing ever lightly as not to damage the new toy. Jenson could only groan and moan in response. Since last night, he stroked himself hoping to recreate the wonderful feeling of a warm environment that Lati gave with her mouth, but it would never be the same.

Her mouth moved quicker as she felt his hand on her head, pulling her mouth deeper. With a jerk, the jet released the tasty yoghurt onto her tongue, shooting all over her teeth and finally spewing under her tongue. Lati pulled away and swallowed her breakfast, before helping Jenson out of his bed. Surely, anyone would be awake during the moment of explosion.

Lati’s day was pretty much fixed, doing chores and running errands. But there was always time for sex. When she gave him his morning bath, his warm stick was taken care of by her pussy, the only way to clean him gently and thoroughly. He was unknowingly doing doggy-style as she bent over the tub, with her knees on the bathroom floor. He was going slowly, since it was her who always did the work. But soon realised that if he wanted to cum, he had to do a little exercise. So he did.

His small hips was slapping onto her butt, echoing moans through the toilet as she received the special treatment from one of her masters. With uncontrolled thrusts, the second load of morning goodness filled her with cum, serving a pleasant view of a cream pie. Since he would be dirtying his clothes if she had to please him around the clock, Jenson was allowed naked around the house, playing games and doing homework.

Lati knew he was addicted to the out-of-this-world sensation, but did not let him abuse her availability either. Most of the times, she said no. And explained that mummy didn’t know of this secret his dad and he had, so it had to remained as a secret. Jenson sort of knew that it wouldn’t be good to jeopardize this pleasurable act, so he promised to keep his words. This little family secret had better be well-kept.

Lati had a growing desire for Jenson inside. He was always on her mind, and images of his penis in her mouth, pussy, hand were like an overhead projection, unable to go away no matter how much work she drowned herself in. There was nothing more she could ever desire, the scent of his penis.

Evening came and went with a dinner, and a short shopping trip at the mall. Lati even bought a pack of condoms so she could teach Jenson the safety aspect of what they were doing. After a little explanation, he understood and let Lati rolled the condom on, skilfully with her mouth. Apple was her favourite food anyway. Well, introduction to condom was done quickly and proper work had to be done.

Lati went down on him again, this time, with her knees on the foam mat he played on when younger, in the living room, that had its curtains drawn to block out public eyes. She was definitely becoming Jenson’s personal cum dump, taking every bit of his sperms into her body, with no ounces of it wasted. Her head was going lower and deeper, while Jenson was seated on the sofa, body arched forward to stick his dick out as much as possible. The scent of his pubic was turning Lati on way beyond what her mind could take.

It was a special evening, as she went against her master’s instructions and sprinkled a little crushed Viagra pill into the food, resulting in an elongated manhood, throbbing and screaming full of life. Jenson held her head and pushed her down on himself, letting Lati breath through her nose as she handled the depth the deepthroat had gone. Every breathe was filled with his smell again.

Finally, within minutes of deepthroat, he sent his first wave of soldiers down her throat, bewildered by the ever-standing meat stick of his. Something inside him was glad that it remained strong, meaning a second round or even more. He got off the sofa and onto the mat, still leaning against the expensive leather 4 seater, Lati got onto top of him and did the squeezing cowgirl again. This time, his dick was keeping her pussy well filled, leaving no area neglected inside of her. Every time she went down, it would push its way through the pulsating virginal walls, and each lift off was creating an unbearable vacuum that needed to be filled. The occasional farting sound wasn’t really escaping gas, but the noise of her pussy pressure balancing with atmospheric pressure.

He stayed strong for as long as he could, which gave Lati up to six orgasms before his dick exploded the second time, pumping her full of life and vigour. Deciding she could take no more of his lust, she selected the app displaying about a hundred sex positions and asked him to randomly picked one. Of course, since he enjoyed her mouth, the finale should end with that too.

Placing his juice covered dick back into her throat, the wall behind Lati’s head couldn’t give much space to escape. Jenson was in a half-squat position, with Lati in front of his crotch, taking his you-know-what like a slut. Giving his last bit of energy, he rammed his manhood between her thin pink lips, going as far and fast as he could. The tightness around her throat was unlike her pussy, warmer and wetter. It was a sensation that turned him on and made him harder too. The torture lasted a good 20 minutes as the delay was caused by the previous two times he unloaded. Lati had tears running down her cheeks then, but it wasn’t helplessness, it was gratitude and pleasure that triggered it.

Her two fingers were dipping in and out of her forgotten love hole, filled with precious cum that her master gave, mixed with her own juice. It was the nicest cocktail of translucency, containing the hours of love and sex they had together. A choke ended her fantasy and all she could do was to keep swallowing, welcoming the spent rod for the last time of the day. It had gone limp, but remained huge. When he pulled it out, the length did surprised her, but it was that which her pussy desired.

After cleaning up by her mouth and later with body foam, she sent him to bed and slept with him inside of her. I wonder how different would things get after her employers return.

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Household Chores

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At fourteen, the only knowledge Jenson had about sex was that ejaculating felt good. His maid was a special one, which his dad employed a few years ago, she was just 17 then. Those days were the times where age verification could not be enforced very well, and his dad made full use of the loophole to hire Lati. Ever since she was found out about using her employers’ sex toys to masturbate, she was blackmailed into giving special ‘services’ and thankfully, she didn’t made a huge fuss about it since there was no sex involved. Plus, her wages could well cover her work and the extra chores.

Lati’s daily routine would be to give Sir a wake-up handjob, and taking it all down into her stomach for breakfast. It was just him that she had to serve as their only son was too young then. Three years later, her job scope extended to giving Jenson an introduction to sex, and keeping him satisfied.

Lati: ‘Boy? Today got no school right? Want to follow me to the market?’
Jenson: ‘It’s just six in the morning. Okay. I’ll go with you.’

She showered him, giving him a rub down everywhere, and his innocence protected him from erecting. Never once she found a hard on on her boy, but that day was about to come when he would learn all about feeling like a master. The trip to the market was a long one, she had to stock up a week’s supply of food, as his parents will be returning in a couple of days’ time from their trip in Europe.

Most of the day was in a rush as she tidied the house, and finally had the rest of the evening to rest. The thought about breaking Jenson into the world of lust was getting her shorts warm, and nipples all protruding from the old t-shirt.

Lati: ‘Jenson, are you busy?’
Jenson: ‘Yes Lati?’

Jenson shouted from his room at the second storey, partly glad that he had something to do. Living in this house made him felt lonely sometimes, with both parents often out working, he had no real friends to talk to, except Lati, who could replace his mum in terms of care and concern.

Lati: ‘Can come down help me?’
Lati: ‘Come come. Stand in front of me.’

He did as she asked and stood in front of her, looking directly into her neckline and missing out the temptation of the slight cleavage from her 34C boobs. Lati stuck her fingers into the waistband of his shorts and pulled them down, giving an excuse to check something. Though he was so pure, shyness was natural and he covered his thumb-width flaccid penis with his hands.

Lati: ‘Let Lati see something. To check if you are healthy.’

He released his hands and looked at the family portrait behind the leather seats, trying to ignore the awkwardness. Lati wasn’t surprised at his huge unerected penis, since his dad had the most beautiful eight inches of sex.

Lati: ‘Let me know if it get uncomfortable k? Jenson?’
Jenson: ‘Hmm.’

She took his dick and peeled the foreskin back, engulfing her nose with a fresh whiff of Johnson’s and Johnson’s body wash. She took a wet tissue and cleaned it up, sending a tingle through his body which made it grew larger slowly. Her eyes remained glued to it as she finished up wiping and watching it enlarge. As it reached about half of her master’s size, she took it into her mouth and suckled on it, as if trying to get juices out of it.

Jenson was close to fainting from the first sense of pleasure, but he held onto her bobbing head and tried to maintain his balance. After two minutes of wobbling on his feet, Lati got him to sit on the counter stool, which kept his feet on the floor so it would be of comfortable height.

Jenson: ‘Lati, I think it’s burning. It’s very hot down there. And big too. Is something wrong?’

Lati couldn’t be bothered to answer his questions, but continued coating more saliva over it and juicing it. The size stopped at about 6.5 inches, a cosy length tempting to slip inside of her desperate pussy. She continued blowing it with great skills, licking all over and pushing herself to go deeper each time, sending chills of warmth across his whole shaft.

Jenson: ‘What are you doing Lati?’

She finally stopped to give him her answer.

Lati: ‘I am helping you to release what is inside.’

Gently lifting his stiff testicles, it was full of chastity waiting to be given to the special one. Unable to bear with the rage in her shorts, she stood up and pulled her shorts off, already panty-less and waiting. Putting Jenson on the sofa, she knelt over him with both legs beside his thighs. Their height was perfect. At 14, Jenson was as tall as the 20 years old Lati, and this position allowed him to nibble on her bare breasts under those loose clothes.

There was one rule that Sir gave to Lati, only one. That was to never let anyone she was working under, to be troubled. Everything she did had to be of convenience to them. ‘Excuse me’ was the word that never came out of her. So she stuck to the rules. She slightly opened her labia with her fingers and lowered herself over his little mushroom, which didn’t seemed so little at all. The separation of her pussy lips was like taking the first breath of fresh air in her entire life, filling way up to her lungs. The tunnelling through her pussy was way better than her own fingers, or any of her masters’ toys.

The warmth spreading through her pelvic was indescribable. She could almost wanted it to stay within her for as long as she could, but the attention wasn’t on her, but Jenson. His head was on the sofa, resting and enjoying the wet and soft texture of her pussy. Then, Lati began moving up and down, slowly.

His penis was twitching in ecstasy, with the slight curve delivering the right pressure to her G-spot, Lati’s eyes were closed as well, savouring the goodness of the kid she was taking care of for close to four years. The scraping and stimulating of her vagina walls were getting ahead of her, normal pacing would send waves of orgasms to her head, through her clit and nipples. It was the third she received as Jenson remained in the position he was placed in.

As her hips moved forward and backward to her fourth climax, Jenson’s eyes opened wide and hugged Lati’s waist tightly, doing hip-raises to cover the full length of penetration. She knew he was close to his first ejaculation, that gave her enough reasons to receive his virgin load of sperms as a welcome gift. Her pussy lips tightened and smoothly slid up and down, cooled by the ever renewing juices coming from within.

Jenson: ‘Lati, it’s exploding!’

She gave him the tightest squeeze and sat onto his slouched body, pussy-to-balls, was the phrase to describe it. It swallowed the whole length of meat, and was sucking Jenson’s life out of him, churning out warm gushes of sperms, travelling up her hungry pussy walls, into her yearning womb. For once, she kept his spent rod inside her for the longest time she felt.

Satisfaction.

It was a job well done, giving herself a nice reward after all these years of servitude. She got off her little exhausted Jenson and gave him a short blowjob, cleaning up her expended magic stick (for the day). After the oral cleaning, she sent him into the toilet for another quick wash before sleeping with him.

Well, I guess all that happened this very day would be more than enough for you guys to imagine yeah?

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Computer Girl

Sex is a part of nature. I go along with nature. – Marilyn Monroe
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Bondage Night

Following the instructions of the SMS, I arrived at the Value Hotel along Thomson Road, after the bend into Balestier Road. Apart from the few backpacking tourists going in and out of the building, there was no sign of anyone expecting me, save for the Caucasian reading The Straits Times at the lobby.

Guy: ‘Sir, do you need any help?’

Me: ‘No thanks.’

The porter couldn’t come at a better time to disrupt my thoughts. The unknown number implied she was my ex-girlfriend, Peiling, whom I had not made contact with for over a year. Her voice sounded like her, but not the SMSes’ tone and style, which I still had my guard against. What would she want with me? To settle the few hundred dollars we spent while together? There were too many questions to be answered, but nonetheless, I couldn’t let the girl whom I had once loved get hurt again. As I remembered, she had a boyfriend but maintained most of the same style, in clothes, hairstyle. Her figure was under the ‘average’ category, shoulder-length hair with a 26 inches waist, or I guessed.

Unknown Number (SMS): ’12-25′

Knowing exactly what it meant, I made my way up to the room. A man in suit with a tag ‘Manager’ walked towards me in the opposite direction and handed me a card key, presumably to the door before me. He smiled and continued walking down the rooms and into the lift. Why would she go through so much trouble? The door opened smoothly and on the floor, an envelope greeted me.

Dear past, enjoy.

On the bed was the most unbelievable sight that I couldn’t even imagined. One that would harden even the most discipline dick, melting your heart at the same time, considering the love we once shared and what we had been through together. Once, this girl fell in love with me, and did her best to satisfy my every need you had. Then, circumstances forced us apart, filling me with pain, disappointment and even regret. Surely, I would have thought that whatever she failed to do in bed, no longer matters now, since I had moved too far on. But this made reconsider that she was having a better life.

Are you someone who would untie her and give her a loving hug? Or make use of the blindfolded, helpless little girl whom you think deserved all these?

Peiling was lying on the bed, motionless, but blindfolded and had her limbs bounded to each leg of the fine Italian woodwork. On the sheets lay another note, inviting you to stay overnight and enjoy the various room services planned at different hours through the night. This is the part where bringing a camera wherever you go benefited, how could such a delicacy be missed on screen?

A few snapshots of her in a silky translucent black bra, and white thongs with a damp patch in the middle of it. This ex of mine didn’t have much experience in bed since I was her first. Our sexual life was what most conservative couples would describe – everything but sex. She didn’t do well in any particular area, and was unwilling to try, but that wasn’t why we separated. However, this image was unforgettable, cause whoever did this to her, finally broke into her mind and destroyed her.

I woke her up with the release of her strapless bra and unzipping the panties from the side. She said nothing despite not being gagged, but breathed hot air as she remained turned on. My teeth went to nibble on her brown tips, making her body twitch in pleasure. Seems like this is a good way to start my night of fun. My fingers arriving south however was obstructed by her closing legs. With the ropes keeping them apart, there was no way she would fully close them, but I was stopped in my tracks as well. Then, a bondage device below the headboard, caught my eyes.

The pole with two Velcro bands at the end was quite straightforward in its purpose. I hastily tightened the ends at her knees and kept her legs apart while I began work, rubbing on her clit in an up-down flicking and pinching motion, which I remembered she enjoyed plenty.

After she cummed with a strong shiver through her body, her moans got louder and I pushed my finger deep into her without resistance. The defloration by her guy definitely laid the path for my enjoyment. After a good ten minutes streaming her juices down my fingers, my body which had been close to her face, gave off the same familiar scent which turned her on in an unspeakable way. Moving on, I lifted the pole which held her legs, up to her chest. The obscene position turned me on even more and my hormones could just burst out of my body any time. Her shaved pussy was wet and giving off a fragrance no man could resist NOT dipping their manhood into. I made my way between her slit, indulging in the intimate caress of her soft vaginal walls, coated with a woman’s slippery gel. The sex got violent with each passing minute as I thrust my hips against her, dipping into her pipe of sweet sauce.

This position could wear guys out quickly, only human to get tired, my energy thinned out as well. Getting Peiling to sit up, I went behind her and lifted her up before placing her down in a doggy position. Since there was no way for her legs to close, I rammed into her pussy mercilessly and drove the spirits out of her. I simply couldn’t stand the sight of her collapsing head first from the pleasure. Throughout the whole night, no words were exchanged. Only moans and groans. The intensity of our sex could burn through the sheets, we were covered in perspiration and her drooling was making workout feel animalistic. Within ten minutes, my present to Peiling was cumming.

My paced increased exponentially and she grabbed the pillow even tighter as her soft docile pussy tried to handle my enraged penis. Three thrusts followed through and the soothing hot cream escaped into her, topping her up to the brim. Her body slumped onto the bed exhausted and so was I. Taking a rest on her stomach, I freed her legs and wondered.. Did she know who just fucked her?

*Ding Dong*

Room service arrived and left the trolley of food at the door. I quietly rolled it in and found a baby bottle filled with a coloured solution. Along with it was a piping hot plate of Cajun chicken. I handed the bottle to Peiling and ate up the dinner hungrily. She was sucking on the bottle in such a degrading way, pity came over me and the thought of stopping came into mind. Emptying the bottle, I led her to the edge of the bed, which she got onto and stopped between my legs. The ice cream I had didn’t just contained vanilla, my dick said ‘Viagra’. It was standing in full attention, likened the first load to appetizer. It was time for HER dinner. You should see the mess I left the trolley in, there was no time to waste.

Her mouth gracefully sealed over my dick head and pressed her lips lightly together before gliding her tongue underneath my shaft. Her head started to bob up and down on me, with a well-trained absence of gag reflex. The suction was maintained at an unwavering pressure, speed occasionally changing to accommodate the random counts of deep throats, and wetness, warmth accumulated in abundance in her cute innocent looking mouth. With her rhythmic sucking, I served the warm liquid into her mouth with more squirts than what I gave to her pussy.

After the licking my pee hole clean of cum, she let the sperms flow out onto her hand before slurping it up again in the same hungry manner I finished the chicken. Strict instructions were given not to wash herself in any case. That was just the prelude to the few hours of non-stop fucking we’ve had. With her on top, below me, by the sides, taking it in both her ass hole and vagina, she was filled up with whatever I could offer. Either that or the whip cream and various dishes of fruit purée melt on her body with her heat.

By sunrise, a SMS was waiting to be read and I gave my well-spent ex a kiss before leaving the room. I had checked out and had my camera filled with pictures. Surprisingly, an email tagged ‘Important’ appeared within hours and pointed me to the high definition videos captured. For my viewing pleasure huh? Would anyone even believe what I’ve been through?

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First Train

Everyday, Taylor would take the first train to the CBD, his workplace. Most of mornings, there would be one or two office girls in the same cabin and he would take long peeks at them as they shuts their eyes to get a rest. Once in a while, he would catch a glimpse of the dark unknowns between under their black short skirts. That was one reason why he would not get any sleep throughout the whole journey. Of course, there was this girl in her early twenties, whom without fail would hop onto the first cabin heading in the direction of town.

This particular lady loved travelling light and comfortable. Perhaps she was an exhibitionist, or just brought up that way. Always dressed in skirts, dresses and coats, every men who boarded the train would steal glances at her. And Taylor was one of them. Luckily for him, he was always the first to watch how she catwalked into the cabin, and then straighten her skirt or dress before sitting down and perching her head on the window, sometimes bopping to the music through her earphones.

This day, she was wearing a white wrap dress. For the first time, Taylor had no idea what to imagine, the suspense of what’s underneath, or of this beautiful girl unwrapping herself. She had flowing hair up to her low V-neckline, and legs with killer smoothness, making one go wild thinking about the glory between. Of course, no one would immediately fall asleep upon sitting comfortably, and her eyes caught him admiring her legs, up to her waist, pausing at the knot and up to her angelic face, where she quickly shut her eyes.

‘If only I could undo her dress now, I would like to see how she reacts’. Such thoughts were running through his mind, but sadly, it was just thoughts, among hundreds of the same when more males eyed her. Like what his good friend tweeted,

‘Hmm why do I feel that I am going to regret again if I let this opportunity slipped by?’

No, he wasn’t going to just let that happen. He took out his namecard, the only one he kept in his Xperia Arc’s flip pouch. Walking over to her side, he placed two of his fingers on her shoulder and she didn’t take too long to ‘wake up’.

Girl: ‘Yes?’

Taylor: ‘Hi.. Umm.. I’m Taylor, and I was wondering if you could help me out.’

That punchline couldn’t get any cheesier. He didn’t even had any plans in mind when he reached out his hand, except for the simplest one he read from ‘The Game’. The train was not moving as it would usually wait a while before setting off.

Girl: ‘I’m Ann Qi. And what can I do for you?’

Taylor: ‘I just got a new hamster, I called it meow meow and it bit me.’

Ann: ‘Haha!’

Her laughter lit up the train and caught the attention of other passengers trying to sleep. It was really soothing to know he could make someone laugh so heartily. She started to suggest random names and Taylor would play out how the hamster would react, if only it existed.

Their momentary friendship would last 24 hours, at least so according to the meet-upnote she slipped to him. He was going to meet her at her workplace, at a specific timing. There was no number though, since they were chatting so happily that she missed her stop and left without exchanging numbers. Soon, the clock ticked five and Taylor zoomed off, quite unlike himself, to the mall she worked in and waited at the lift landing for her.

About ten minutes later, she arrived, without her handbag.

Taylor: ‘You’re not done with work?’

Ann Qi: ‘Nope. I always have a break at this time. So I figured you would be good entertainment.’

She led him down to the warm loading / unloading bay level and pulled him to a corner. Thinking she wanted to have a smoke, he followed and stood against a wall. Ann Qi suddenly pulled the knot to the dress and let whatever clothes hang loose. Holding her boobs in place was a white Liviana bra from Valisere, with flowery designs on the 34C cups. Lower down, a pair of matching undies greeted him and he greeted too, with an erection. The sight immediately turned Taylor on and he quickly scanned for passer-bys or cars, but realised the spot was well blocked, by a huge van and the corners of the wall. She quickly pulled her panties down to her ankles and lifted one leg onto the bumper of the van.

Receiving the unsaid command, he went to his knees and licked her like a hungry wild cat, licking furiously to get more liquid out of her. Ann Qi got very wet and he stood up, taking his turn to drop his pants and boxers to his ankles. She returned the favour by licking and doing down on her like a well-trained slut, going as far as deep throat to satisfy her own lust. She was tired after a few minutes of hasty sucking and had to lean forward on the bonnet of the van, bending her body ever so slightly. But that angle was all Taylor needed, I am guessing all other guys had no problems too. He slipped his flushed penis and probed around until he found the slit, gently brushing front and back, he enjoyed smelling this OL and teasing her to wetness.

As she turned around to speak, he rammed it inside her and she responded with a loud moan. Taking it as a que to start work, he sank his meat inside her forcefully, determined to rip her insides. All Ann Qi could do other than moan and roll eyes was to keep sticking her butt out, savouring the full length of his manhood, taking in the sense of reliance and security. The look on her face make Taylor even more excited, she was biting onto her lips to refrain from being exposed, and trying not to let her eyes roll above her lids.

Five minutes, ten minutes had passed and he was close to cumming. His tempo increased and Ann Qi tightened her pussy muscles, giving him the ride of ‘virginity all again’. His warm cum squirted into Ann and pulled it out in time to give it a coat of hormones to enjoy and think about. The look on her face was priceless as she felt the warmth for the first time in her life. She had never allowed anyone to cum inside her, but Taylor was simply such a turn on that she couldn’t say no to bearing his child. He then pushed her head down and she obediently sucked it clean.

Ann Qi was made to go braless and pantyless for the rest of day. Still, they managed to text and continue with their sexcapdes, all from a train ride.