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Surprise

Me: ‘Hey Hayley, what are you doing here?’
Hayley: ‘Kor (it didn’t matter whether she addresses me kor as I am her older cousin), I’m here to meet your sister. We’re going shopping to get some clothes.’
Me: ‘Oh alright. She’s not back yet. Tuition I think. Just make yourself comfortable.’

I didn’t think much of what I wore since I am supposed to be comfortable in my own house. With only a boxer and shirt, I went back into my laptop. I had no plans that day but wasn’t too keen on going out, especially after a morning rain. Clicking away on my laptop, playing a game MrBrown recommended on his site, Kingdom Rush, I couldn’t peel my eyes away from the final waves.

After I lost for the countless times, Hayley was sitting behind me watching my screen. I didn’t even heard her enter the room, but luckily, I wasn’t doing anything funny.

Hayley: ‘Kor, what time is jie jie coming back? Can I use your toilet first?’
Me: ‘Oh no. I just saw her message. She will be back in about two hours’ time.’

The bathroom door clicked and she went about doing her business, peeing sound clearly echoing out of the cubicle. She was done in a while and came back onto my queen sized bed.

Hayley: ‘Kor.. Where did you put your toys? Can I see them?’
Me: ‘Mei, what have my sister done to you?’
Hayley: ‘I just what to see see. Can? Please kor?’

She gave the puppy eyes and I had no choice but to give in to her. Since she couldn’t possibly be testing all of them to see what it does, could she? I handed her the box and continued the game with my headphones on. The layout of my room was pretty weird. I had this computer desk for my laptop, and it would be perched at the edge of my bed while I sit and use. Lazy me like to sit at the foot of the bed, so I could lie backwards anytime to stretch or nap. Well, this time my 11 years old cousin was behind, so I couldn’t just throw myself backwards.

The bed no longer had any movements by the time I lost the second time in a row. I peered over my shoulders and saw her sleeping, under the thick cosy blanket. I quietly got up the bed and went to her side, packing up all the toys she took out to see. As I closed the lid to put it back into the secret corner, I realized the box was exceptionally light.
Lifting the cover, the most high tech dildo was missing.

It wasn’t just a motorized fake penis, it was made of a research material never made public. The toy had a glass-like transparency and softness as durable as those wall plug heads, that felt like a rubber and plastic mix. Paired with a versatility that could retain heat or coldness for an extended time. And finally fused with anti-bacteria substance right to the core, before it was processed to any shape. In this case, it wasn’t those penis lookalike type, but rather a smooth tube, with a few rings carved out of it.

Right in the middle you would see a light-saber-handle-like motor. It had a blend of the most efficient energy recycler, made from never-decomposing material. Firstly, a vibration motor, powered by a thermodynamic (electricity from heat), solar, and kinetic system that generates and store power. The design was such that after the user stopped his/ her motion, the device would activate an ‘aftershock’ mechanism, gently vibrating the toy to a stop. The key feature of this dildo is the time-vibration sync. Ten minutes was all the toy would run for. And in this ten minutes, whatever energy stored in it will be expended, giving any female the most intense and unforgettable experience.

How do one set the time and preference and all the other configurations? The use of tags. Like the anti-theft device on clothes in a shop, data is wireless implanted into the toy and CAN be modified anytime. It takes no power to read them, like a Braille code.

Alright, I think I spent too much time explaining the dildo. The toy wasn’t misplaced or lost, it was clearly with Hayley. And she wasn’t really sleeping either. Maybe she really did come for my sister, but this was something else.

Me: ‘Mei. Return it.’

Hayley opened her eyes and pulled the blanket away. The translucent curtains provided the right amount of light for a glare-free view, on her fair, small slot, that had a glistering centerfold. She was wet. A drop was collecting moisture as it rolled down her pussy, like a drizzle on a glass.

The toy was in her hand, right above her naval. It was vibrating gently, and I could tell she was close to inserting it.

Me: ‘You’re too young.’
Hayley: ‘Only my date of birth is too young. My body nor mind is.’

She opened her legs wider and perked her knees up. An inviting look between her legs showed the high level of hygiene and maturity of her in the aspect of pleasure. What should I do? I wasn’t not going to touch her.

Me: ‘You know I can’t do anything for you.’
Hayley: ‘Just stay beside me?’

I took a seat back and she started to place the toy perpendicular to her opening. She had fingered herself to find the entrance, but did not pushed further in. The light was given the saber a constant vibration, wriggling itself inside. Her hymen soon came forth to let her reflect before regret. Hayley couldn’t push the toy any further. Her mental alarms were ringing, warning her and natural reaction stopped her from hurting herself.

I could tell she wanted it so badly, but i knew the toy still wasn’t the best choice. Cause I was.

Me: ‘Mei. Take it out. It’s hurting you.’
Hayley: ‘Give me a while more. I’ll get it in.’
Me: ‘No. Stop it now.’

I snatched the saber away and tears swelled up in her eyes. She thought I wanted to stop her. Was I? This moment was one everyone should reconsider if they were ever in this situation. To stop the madness, or help her out? I took her into my arms and gave her a tight hug.

Me: ‘Let me help you – with mine.’

My cousin held me closer with one hand on my back, and the other advancing towards my shorts. The tug showed her how prepared I was, and the fun had just begun. I was clear about one thing though, I would only help to deflower. She can then do anything to herself.

Hayley got my dick well lubricated with a few strokes of blowjob, and used the opportunity to find out how little time she used to get me cumming. She was licking every part of the shaft, sucking on every part to find out which spot worked best. Her service I would say, is professional and fantastic. Thankfully, I stopped her in the nick of time before I wasted my load.

She lay back down on my pillow, while I took the perpendicular approach. Her eyes were wide open watching as my dick peeled her pussy lips apart, and my little head going leagues inside. The soft penile head became a comfort as I pushed it hard to stretch her hymen to the limit, before abruptly skidding deep inside her.

The size was a little too big and Hayley was biting her teeth while strangling my arms of blood. The intense pain was somewhat bearable to her though.

Imagine a perfectly moist piece of meat, with a skin so smooth any dress would just slip off it, and using your manhood, you pierced into a pencil width hole, enlarging it as width as you were, and screw your dick in so deep she was sure it would rupture her womb.

Hayley: ‘Move?’

She said in a weak voice with her legs pressing against my butt. But I wasn’t there to have sex with my cousin, I had completed my job. And since I did a good job, I wouldn’t mind claiming a little reward. My hips thrust right in and her puppy eyes came back, flooded with tears as I pounded her for a while. One orgasm was all that it took to concuss her. Her arms dropped and legs fell to the side.

I then removed my dick expecting some blood but there wasn’t. Though the defloration was unmistakeable, it was a surprise no blood was found. I cleaned myself up and adjusted her top. I slid the toy, which had been charging under the light, back into her pussy and left her to sleep.

My sister came back to suck me off on the living room couch while watching TV, till Hayley was conscious again. She however caught us fucking and gave a good clit lick to Christel while my dick was inches away from her face. The creampie that my sister was supposed to claim became a cum-in-mouth for Hayley.

Looks like I am going to shag it out for Christel when she returns.

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Public Awareness

Gary was a new groom, but his hot 23 years old wife wasn’t close enough, in terms of moaning and turning him on, round after round of sex. After all, they had been dating for about five years, and lost it to each other during their fifth date. I guess even the wildest sex could get boring with the same woman. He wasn’t even sure if he loved her, but she can well satisfy his needs whenever he wanted. Though he was always looking at Craigslist’s personal section for out calls, he didn’t dare to try any of them since he always approached his hot wife whenever he felt like it, to relieve his urges.

Not long ago, she had to go overseas with her boss for a sponsored trip to Paris. The client was very generous to have invited them over to his mansion for a stay, but Gary couldn’t give a hoot about it. He was horny, and needed help to release. So, he hit on the ‘Enter’ key after typing in the URL to Craigslist. Moving his mouse swiftly, he opened about five tabs on his browser, looking closely at the poorly taken self-portrait.

Finally, he decided on one and made the call.

Gary: ‘Hello? Is this Sharon?’

Girl: ‘Yes. Free today?’

Gary: ‘Looking for some help. What’s your rate?’

Sharon: ‘300, unlimited, 2 hours.’

Gary: ‘I’ll pick you up at your place.’

Sharon: ‘Just meet me at Lavender 81.’

He took his car keys and drove to the hotel, excited to rendezvous with the lady as seen on his laptop. She was seductively dressed, presumably for work, but he wasted no time checking in and making his way to their room. Her freshly showered scent was overpowering, but Gary didn’t care if she had one or ten customers before him, he needed to unload. Her tight dress didn’t make his hard on any more comfortable, and he could even make out her lacy underwear beneath. Being a sucker for SYTs, the 20 years old was way better than his wife, though just three years difference.

The door closed behind them and he carried her onto the bed, pouncing on her like a hungry wolf. Sharon had seen all sort of guys in her job, a few even started ripping her panties off even before the doors closed, this was one of the fiercer ones. She calmed him down with a bit of frenching, and slowly undid his buttons, of both his pants and shirt. Luckily, this customer of hers still had some shape, which would probably help when she got on top. The foreplay didn’t last too long before Gary asked to shower before start.

She took the few minutes to remove her clothes and tucked herself like a little princess happy to be in her own queen sized bed. He was done quickly and the sight of this petite little whore became too much for him. He crawled under the blanket and feasted on her tiny pussy, with sweet fragrance and nothing else. Her body was trained to get wet slowly so these guys would overshoot the time and paid her extra. The ten minute long cunnilingus finally got her wet enough and him hard for too long.

She then reduced some of her guilt of ‘the receiving side’ by giving him a blowjob, with his knees on the bed. Her throat received the pounding with no effort, possibly used to the violent abuse of desperate men. Her lipwork started barely five minutes and he could feel his shaft getting hypersensitive. He had no time to stop her mind-blowing mouth when he blew his first load between her bright red lips. Sharon then professionally cleaned him and herself up and lay on the bed texting while he took a few minutes to recover.

Gary positioned himself between her legs and she handed a familiar wrapper to him. He took it and simply placed it by his side.

Gary: ‘Can I not use the rubber? I’m disease-free.’

He wanted to know if he can say no before deciding. Since the only partner he ever had sex with was his wife, he hasn’t used a condom more than five times in his life. On the other hand, Sharon wasn’t surprise at his question, as many had requested it before. Although she hasn’t seen a dick quite as large as his, she wouldn’t mind trying it with or without protection.

Sharon: ‘Fine. I’m warning you first. You’re clean right?’

He hastily nodded and pierced his saliva-precum coated dick into her unexpecting pussy. Trailing waves of pleasure through her body, represented by the moans and squirms. Her sweet voice was producing sounds like an angel being teased in the heavens. Her tightness was just right for Gary’s dick, wide girth textured with veins, fired with piston-like force and strength into her, doing total justice for the whole of male dominance. Although her body’s lubrication made the whole session juicy and smooth, his depth of penetration was still unfelt before.

Sharon’s body was almost over the edge when he groaned, hinting that he was about to cum. Her daily dose of contraceptive pills were mandatory for girls in her line of work, providing the second level of protection in case any men forced themselves on the girls unprotected. There wasn’t much to worry about. She received the first of his load with ease and held it inside her until she realised his dick was pumping a lot more. You guys should have seen how much he saved. It was like a new tube of toothpaste, being emptied and wasted in seconds. Those thick white pulp of cum being forced back out of her tight pussy failing, to contain it all. The warmth in her was quite a comfortable relief despite the overflow.

He paid S$400 for the overtime and left after she did. The two powerful ejaculation made his genital a little sore as he relieved himself, or so he thought.

The next few days, Gary felt an unbearable pain when he urinated or jerked off, which he simply too medicine for. Which after a few more days, subsided with no side effects. His wife was back by then and their intense fuck sessions resumed, releasing the monster in him over and over again, still thinking about Sharon’s body and voice. Little did he know, that he had contracted HPV that resulted in the wart-occurrence the first few days, and had no symptoms following. While his condition stabilized, he had given his wife a dose of the virus, resulting in a cervical cancer, rendering her infertile for life.

Sure, he was safe, until three years later, a cancerous cell was found on his penis and had to be castrated for prevention of spread. Once healthy and horny, now, weak and deprived. Sharon carried an STD, but she was responsible enough to provide a condom. Till the moment the guy decides his stand.

Responsibility meets Irresponsibility. Which side are you on?

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Clinical Trial

The thin fabric of Fiona’s long casual dress could not hide the patch of dampness from her panty-less pussy, nor did she have a bag or jacket with her. She was dressed in the most decent clothes for the day of endless meetings, but going panty-less was nothing new to her. She’d rather do that than having guys fantasizing about the outlines of her thongs under her bottoms – if she wore one.

Thoughts of embracing Tommy in her arms soon escalated to fucking him on her bed, with his huge member slurping the juice out of her, sending waves of orgasms across her well-maintained body. She would then suck his cock like a trained slut to help release his warm, deliciously thick cum and please him further by swallowing it all.

The train home was a torturous thirty minutes, but could get worse if she didn’t had a seat. With just three stops away from her destination, she opened her eyes from a mid-done fantasy. A few guys were eyeing her angelic face, which she had gotten used to a long time ago. Peering into her phone, there was no text to read, even less possibility of Tommy’s SMSes appearing. He was the company’s Head of Departments for sales, which she was in. Unlike the usual cohesion staff throughout the hierarchy had among themselves, Tommy was a reserved young man in his late twenties. He only spoke when there are announcements, but that was nothing interesting.

The other time he spoke was to bring up the low morale of the company, which was affected by the volatile U.S. markets. Everyone was attracted to his eyes, to a point that the boss was even suspecting if anyone heard what he said. Clear, precise, well articulated verbal prowess. Bright, intelligent eyes filled with pure charisma. No one doubted him when was promoted before anyone of the older staff did. All the girls were onto him, trying to get him into bed, canceling the dating part totally. He had no Ph.D nor Masters, just a load of motivation and wisdom.

Her mind snapped out of the sandcastle and quickly hopped out of the cabin before she missed her stop. She spent the evening watching Korean drama series after a few rounds of self-pleasure on the bed, fantasizing about Tommy and what’s in his pants.

*buzz buzz*

Expecting an emergency server problem, Fiona picked her laptop backpack and slipped on a spaghetti top, pulling a black office skirt up her slender legs. She was out of her house and waiting for the lift when she took the company issued BlackBerry (used only for emergency purposes) and cringed her bespectacled eyes on it.

Tommy (SMS): Are you free now?

She tapped her manicured fingers on the keyboard like a lightning typist, at the same time fumbling into her bag for the house keys.

Fiona (SMS): Yes I am. What can I do for you?

Tommy replied faster than she typed that short SMS.

Tommy (SMS): There is a problem at Building 35. I will need help. Can you come with me?

Her reply took a whole minute despite containing only three letters. She had changed to a proper skirt and clicked ‘send’.

Fiona (SMS): Yes.

Tommy’s land rover pulled up at the carpark and she hopped in. Only to see him dressed in a singlet and boxers.

Tommy: ‘Have you ever been inside Building 35?’

Trying to use her observation skills, she threw the worse made up attempt.

Fiona: ‘Is it packed and dusty? That’s why you are in shorts and singlet?’

Tommy shook his head with a smile and sped across the expressway to the end of the island. The fifteen minutes ride was an eye-opener for her. She watched as he beat his palm on his leather-clad steering wheel, head bobbing to the series of club music blasting within the monster vehicle, oblivious to the few other cars speeding as fast as he was. His mesmerizing voice was hitting all the high and the low keys perfectly. She had never heard him sing! And she loved singing as well, being part of a small choir made her pushed herself hard.

The two of them sang love songs, crazy bass heavy remixes throughout the drive till Tommy pulled up at the gates of the ghostly looking building.

He winded down his window and spoke to the armed Cisco guards. They gave a casual salute and he was moving the vehicle again in less than a minute, towards a huge door that had an opening for a fitting cut below made for cars.

Tommy said in a serious and clear tone.

Tommy: ‘This place had never seen any other person apart from me. This is where our seemingly unlimited findings come from. We don’t really sell paracetamol.’

He stopped the vehicle just beyond the entrance and radioed the guards. The lights came on, lighting the hangar sized building. There were mechanical boxes, doing their own work. Primarily screens showing tons of calculation.

Tommy: ‘Come. I’ll need to restarted the system, and I can’t do it alone. So stand here. Take this walkie talkie. Press this button when I say so.’

He disappeared behind a few metal cases and counted over the radio set.

Tommy: ‘Click on the ‘Ro’ of zero. Five.. Four.. Three.. Two.. One.. ZeRO.’

The building went dark for a moment and bright again. Tommy then brought her into a room with bed and basic amenities. He sat her down and offered a drink. Chatting about his personal life and family, and the work that was going on around here.

Just five minutes after she finished the last gulp, she went high and dizzy. Only hearing Tommy giving her instructions and she followed without resistance. Even telling herself not to move was futile. Finally, the real test began and she felt it all, but had no control over herself.

Tommy: ‘Take off your clothes.’

She did without a second thought. Pulling her spaghetti top off, revealing the part translucent lacy black bra underneath. The skirt glided down her legs after unzipping the sides, and she had to watch Tommy’s expressionless face as she tugged the white panty down her legs, exposing the thread-like stickiness of her wet genitals on the cotton.

Tommy: ‘Kneel.’

Fiona got on her knees and eyes were staring straight, watching his boxers fall silently onto the carpet. Tommy’s next command couldn’t be more humiliating. He would know what was going on in her mind. Which wasn’t unexpected anyway.

Tommy: ‘Blow me. To the best of your knowledge.’

Her lips parted, reaching for his pee hole, and her tongue came forth to coat every bit of his pubic skin with saliva, every lick sending a minute sense of pleasure down her spine, to the valley between her pussy. Tommy closed his eyes as she proceeded to blow him like how she practised on her dildo watching Japanese Adult Videos. His penis was warm, and had a aftershave scent to it, filled with energy and vigour, unlike the toy. Her glossy lips would slide along his shaft, taking it as deep as she could, and pulling her head away before the sweet aroma of her saliva pulled her back in.

The blowjob lasted as long as she could remember, and she didn’t tire a single bit. Nor break a sweat. Deciding he’ve had enough, Tommy ask her to stand up, and turned around, facing the bed behind her.

Tommy: ‘Bend over and find my cock with your pussy.’

He stood at a near distance from her slit, but the awkward motion of her ass grinding all over his hips was making her embarrassed. Finally, Tommy decided to cut the chase by pointing it towards her cunt. She did not move a single muscle after it was in. Her hands were on the bed, supporting her upper body.

He started moving his hips forward and backwards, sinking his dick into her wet pink slit. With each thrust, he would go deeper, slamming hard against her tender butt, and bouncing back for more. The depth he went was what she needed. It was a nightmare turned into a dream. Tommy IS fucking her, like what she wanted. Although seemingly in the wrong condition, she was taking all of it. She only got wetter with filthy thoughts through her mind, yearning for more of it.

They swapped to missionary shortly after but the cowgirl position took most out of him than her. Panting and trembling with the oversensitive dick inside this girl, he was enjoying the ride. With no condom around, he decided to cum inside her. The clock stroke midnight and he filled her sweet tight pussy with cum, topping her up beyond the bar. Which some sperms flowed against the direction of his thrusts onto his balls.

Still, Tommy wasn’t done.

Tommy: ‘Clean me up with your tongue. Then suck me off again.’

She dismounted and gave him another round of brain-numbing mouthwork after cleanup, juicing him in record breaking time of fifteen minutes, swallowing his warm, deliciously thick cum down her throat, that was so close to the fantasy she had earlier that day.

They took another few minutes to recover before she was offered another cup of water and asked to drink it. She dressed Tommy before herself and went back into the car while Tommy scribbled on some paperwork. Unknowingly, she fell asleep and woke up the next morning in her own apartment as though nothing happened.

She had no idea she had been drugged, sexually abused(?) and memory wiped clean. The new drug was working, having completed the first clinical test on a human subject. Everything went on as usual, with her fantasies of fucking her Head of Department still unfulfilled.

Drug ‘Reward-21 (R-21)’ tested. 100% compliance. Zero memory impression. Commence mental remodel.

Tommy’s report was carefully shortened and phrased to avoid any suspicion. And so the medicine could be further developed. Only a handful of people had a need-to-know, including his boss, the chemist, biologist and psychiatrist. No one knew of this drug as it had been classified to a level so high, no existing detection technology is equipped for it.

This seemingly unreal entry was just one of the few attempts to start spreading the message. Now you know.

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Sex is funny and love is serious. – Stephan Jenkins
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Ready to Serve

Jim tore open the box his favorite instant meal from 7-11, amazed at how convenient it had become go fill one’s stomach. It was even steaming hot as he pushed the scalding pizza slice into his mouth, sinking his teeth into it.

Jim: ‘Hmm!’

If only girls were so convenient. But that would be too convenient, beyond belief. There’s just one problem, there was no girl so easy, at least not so stupid. Jim understood that even if he could get a girl, she would be of ideal girlfriend quality, not a slut. For a start, why would he want someone who wouldn’t stay long? It would of course be perfect if she was his girlfriend, someone he can love other than play with.

Those fantasies never seemed to end, but he knew it might just be possible if he planned. So he drew up a summary of what needs to be done.

1. Girl
2. Money
3. Trust
4. Exposure (clothes)
5. Brainwash
5. Extremities

The first two started concurrently. Jim was a shopper, and had a thing for high-tech cameras and gadgets. Occasionally buying new bags to catch up with the trend, but he made an effort to save. So every time he had money to buy a hundred-dollar worth of gadget, he would put the fund into a ziplock bag and kept out of sight.

For the ‘girl’ part, he had a girl in mind. A seventeen whom used to chat with online a few years ago, someone who still SMSes him occasionally, but wasn’t too close. From all he knew about Melody, she played electric guitar but disliked wearing skirts nor anything that has open ends, dresses included.

Jim knew meeting her wouldn’t be easy, since they only texted once in a blue moon. So he worked out a little plan in his head. First, he needed to gain intimacy. There is no shortcut to getting a girl to meet a stranger, it could take a lot of time, which Jim was ready to invest.

Their influx of SMSes quickly increased and it was a little tedious on Jim’s side since he needed to text with caution, not affording to lose his chance. The plan to send contents between grey areas of personal and randomness wasn’t easy. Messages that provoke thoughts, stretching her capacity to accept ‘indecent’ from decent texts, probing answers no two strangers would share. It wasn’t an over-the-weekend project, but one that took Jim about three months.

Soon, his effort paid off as they two of them planned to meet on a few occasions which were deliberately missed by Jim, on pretext of work and family matters. But by then, he had been in contact with three girls, changing among a few others with more potential.

Melody met Jim after the months of contact and he followed his plan religiously, not intending to screw this opportunity with this girl who caught his eyes. Sure, her MSN display picture did not reveal too much, but the cellulite-free waist and thighs were some of the features that made her stood out. Her face required no make up to look best, along with well cared for shoulder length hair. She was like a feline in rock and roll. She spoke with a fluent language of English, and Mandarin with a strong Caucasian accent, making her even more sought after.

Jim was dating her before she knew she was on dates, but the care and love Jim put in for her touched her heart and she agreed to become his girlfriend. No one could deny the bond between the two lovebirds. They were like any couples, with Jim having another agenda in mind.

He began buying clothes for her, after learning of her body when they shopped together. As most couples do, they had their share of experimentation and foreplay, going only as far as a blowjob and fingering. Sex was out of his mind for what was about to come next would escalate their foreplay beyond sex.

It was truly foreplay, before going into a world Melody could not return. The clothes he got wasn’t from physical retail shops, it would be too awkward for him to get sexy clothes, further acknowledging the fact guys are horny bastards.

He shopped online for sexy satin kimonos, night dresses, tube dress, translucent bras and panties, short skirts and thin shirts. Along with those purchases, Jim forged invoices to make them looked expensive, which was in fact very affordable from his secret savings.

Melody knowing he spent such an exorbitant amount of money on her, she started with the skirts, then to the various colored tops. Only on very rare occasions she would put on those impossibly short kimono dresses out, like during the late nights he spent with her at the neighborhood, or pointless long bus rides with Jim.

Little did she realize the long bus rides started to end at more crowded places and she would just go shopping while Jim paraded his ‘open’ girlfriend for all the perverts’ eyes to feast on. The black translucent panties were hard to find. They were thick, yet soft and comfortable to wear. She was a girl who very frequently felt ‘naked’ with a one-piece outfit, so Jim had to be extra thoughtful to secure her uneasiness.

The tops themselves were special too. Designed from a concept similar to the BraTop series of clothes from Uniqlo, the ‘bra’ were in fact support pads sewn into the clothes itself. Jim learnt something guys failed to notice when girls went against going braless. It wasn’t the extra thickness of the bra that made them felt safer (or more secure), rather, the support was what females secretly needed, to hold up their assets.

Melody didn’t think too much of the tops compared to the thongs. She loved the texture and convenience of it, reducing the load of clothes a girl needed to wash.

So, Jim had ‘money’, ‘girl’, ‘trust’, ‘clothes’ checked on his list. The process of brainwashing for the casual outfit was done, next was the idea of having fun in the great outdoors. The job was pretty much done, or at least it was easily achievable.

All he needed to do was to get more intimate wherever possible. Even giving her butt a squeeze would prove enough to let her know what he was thinking about. He started using dildos on bed, driving her wild and crazy each time without fail. Her mind was easily influenced and without knowing, she soon developed a natural respond to get wet on his bed even without his presence, let alone when he was asleep beside her. She would pamper herself with his toys, when he was unavailable. Both their parents accepted their children’s partner and were no stranger to them having keys to each others’ place.

Going wireless was a pleasant surprise for Melody’s eighteenth birthday. Jim slipped a wireless vibrator into her during their after-breakfast fun in the morning. She then specially requested that Jim waited outside for her while she showered and dressed up. Thinking it was just a standalone toy, she didn’t take it out and got dressed in a baby pink tank top (from Uniqlo) with normal black mini skirt, both bought by Jim as part of her birthday celebration package.

She rolled a pair of black stockings up to her mid thighs and finally slipping on a white translucent panties before stepping into a pair of 1.5 inch heels. She hopped out of the room without much stumbling and did a spin for Jim, whose eyes gleamed with delight, proud of the girl he was creating. The two of them left her place and made their way down the steps to the bus stop opposite their block. Feasting the eyes of two schoolboys who were looking up the steps as she walked down by the handrail.

Having to cross two roads with cars speeding in opposite directions was quite a scare for Melody, especially when she was in heels and running in them was painful. Her hands wrapped tightly around Jim’s arm while distracted by the oncoming vehicles, ignoring the gusts of wind fluttering her skirt’s hemlines all over the place, flashing glimpses of the white underwear to pedestrians waiting on the curbs at the opposite banks. The two of them finally made it across and three guys had their eyes glued on her slim long legs, highlighted by the dark stockings against her fair thighs.

Ten minutes passed and the bus came to a screeching halt. Melody walked in front of Jim and struggled to get up the steps which were higher from the ground on the older buses, giving the bus driver a good view of her slit between the open-crotch thongs. The howling wind made matter worse when her pussy lips separated for a moment when she opened her legs to walked the steps.

Little could Jim do to block the upskirt everyone at the lower deck was getting when she got up the spiraling stairs to the upper deck. Immediately, the two walked to the back of the bus, bypassing the dirty looks from the aunties and grannies, while attracting the unwanted attention of a few Malay ‘mat’ and perverse looks from an uncle sitting just three rows in front of them.

Melody was so badly shaken by the swerving of the bus while walking that she fell hard on her bus onto the cushion seats, puffing up her skirt for another peek by the passengers walking behind her, who quickly sat at whatever seats nearest as the bus picked up speed.

Jim reached into his bag to get a bottle of water, fused with a few drop of expensive German Sex Drops for Melody. And placed it back when she was done. His hand remained inside his bag and quickly pushed a button on the controller.

Melody: ‘Hey. What are you doing?’

Her sun-deprived face was glowing with a blush and her hands were on her skirt, between her legs. Jim said nothing and clicked to the highest speed on the controller. By then, her fingers were just centimeters away from coming into contact with her pussy. She had never masturbated before, but never felt so inclined to do it there and then.

Jim: ‘Don’t touch yourself. I want you to bear with it.’

Melody: ‘You’re so evil!’

Jim hushed her and she resisted the temptation to touch herself. After fifteen minutes, her eyes were closed and had her head perched on the windows, desperate to relieve herself of the pent-up raging hormones. Yet all she could do was make do with the little satisfaction of the tease and being denied orgasms.

Jim: Melody?’

She wearily opened her eyes and looked at him. He had his rock hard dick in his hand, poking out of the zip of his jeans. Jim took her head and kissed silently, while her hand roamed to his crown jewel, massaging and stroking it. He then pushed her head down and she followed, sucking and slurping as quietly as possible.

The upper deck of the bus was emptying itself, with alighting passengers looking at the rear and realise there was only one head, eyes rolling around in pleasure, no one could be more right. Her blowjob was taught by the countless porno flick they watched together, almost matching the prostitutes Jim visited once. By the time he tried controlling, it was too late as his dick churned out loads of warm fluid into her mouth.

She licked up the remains oozing out of the pee hole and looked at Jim. Melody had never swallowed, since Jim had never forced her to do it. But this time, he wanted her to do it. And she gulped. Taking a minute to compose herself, Jim took the same minute to turn the toy off, and pulled her skirt up to see how wet she had gotten.

The wet spot was already forming on the edges of her stockings, making her exposed skin sticky against the canvas seats. He took her favourite rabbit dildo which was smaller than average and handed it to her. Jim had learnt to identify when she was about to climax, she had this natural reaction to stop breathing about three seconds before her juices would flow like a leaking tap out of her pussy. Her breath would only resume when much of the liquid got out.

Jim took turns to stab her trained little pussy with the toy, sinking in and out, spraying the back of the seats with droplets. When the first stoppage of breath came, he pulled the toy out and watched how she pleaded with him to let her come. And for all of the five times, he said no. The wireless vibrator was then pushed back into her, tucked in further by the rabbit.

Melody was desperate to cum so badly that she was trying to do something impossible, focusing to cum without any physical contact, which was only theoretical possible. The duo alighted at the Flyers and went to process the tickets for a fifty minutes wait.

Jim had refreshed himself with a Grande from Starbucks and needed to relieve himself. Deciding she was almost ready, he turned the vibrator on again and she followed him quickly into the handicapped cubicle. Like a master requiring his slave to extract his cum, he pushed her shoulders gently over the sink, spreading her legs with his feet. He lifted her skirt up and tugged at the loop secured to the toy thrice, before yanking it out.

Jim tried a few times to aim with his hips diving straight into her pussy, but slipped and almost went into her asshole. After the fourth, he got it in with one swift stroke and hammered her like an energizer bunny, quickening as he lost sensitivity and went slow as he was about to shoot. Melody had a grateful intention to Jim for relieving the barely contained orgasms and globes of pussy juice was sliding down her legs, absorbed into the stockings.

About ten minutes from boarding, Jim decided he was done and creamed into her pussy, without contraceptive nor condom. Melody was shocked, but said nothing as she believed she was his. The vibrator buzzed away inside her from the check in counter to the ride, the thirty minutes of private time (there was no one else behind nor in front of them, so they had the whole carrel to themselves) they had, Jim presented Melody with a airbrush make up set that she painstakingly spent hours on an airbrush painting a plastic face without any proper equipment.

She was so happy to have him as a boyfriend and was even more determined to satisfy him in any way he wanted. The thirty minutes ride couldn’t seem more cheated than ever as the orange skyline that was appearing disappeared behind the carrels above.

After that, they went to a corner facing the expressway and cuddled for a long time, with his fingers under her skirt teasing and fondling her clit.

Jim: ‘Would you be mine forever?’

Melody: ‘Not just forever. For lifetimes to come.’

The vibrator came on again and her hands stroked on his bulge again. Melody finished the sandwiches Jim made and went between his legs for desserts while he continued munching on his bread. He came more than four times that day and it was all on his cue.

Melody had become a sheep in his control. As a girlfriend, as a cum dump, as a sex reliever, whatever. His plan was working. And it was far from over. The outings following her birthday became more absurd, draping her with thin, translucent, sheer material and fucking her outdoors with little respect for her dignity and well-being. Her pussy was hardly dry, either filled with her own bodily fluid, or Jim’s cum.

Melody was so trained that she could walk without shyness despite the stream of juice between her legs. Or when the buzzing of the wireless vibrator got too loud in a quiet environment, she would smile and playfully lick her lips. Exposing herself was as common as a slipping bra strap in public, she would often ignore it for as long as she could, till Jim told her about it.

Each time Jim called for her, she would arrive panty-less (at home) or with a pussy moist and soaked ready to take on his pounding, ending with a spray of sperms over her back, boobs or a less messy solution – creampie. Panties were still a must when they were out, but the variety of panties she had been beyond what her mum could remember washing.

Some might say Jim was having too much sex. But too much sex isn’t the same as ‘enough’. Only ‘enough’ was enough. On the rare occasions she got dead drunk from the few sips of beer, Jim would invite a few of his friends living nearby to relief themselves into his helpful girlfriend. Well, I didn’t intentionally dodge the topic of protection and pregnancy. But it just didn’t happen to this couple.