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Enslaved

(Man’s voice) ‘Ready?.. Yeah.. Taking it off.. now! ‘

For the first time in six days, after the blindfolds were removed, I was able to take a good look at the place I, or rather we, were held in.

The first thing I saw was a candle-lit, oil diffuser, which completely satisfied my curiosity about the scent of lemongrass. And in the other corner of the unfurnished room, slumped the body of a girl whom I presumed was the person I was made to fuck.

(Hooded man asked) ‘Open up.’

(Hooded man 2 asked) ‘You too. Ahhh!’

Without our blindfolds, we could clearly see the yellow pill we had been taking, spending the next few minutes staring at each other until we were dragged closer.

(Hooded man asked) ‘Know what to do?’

(Girl answered) ‘Yes yes!’

Immediately, she pushed my chest backwards and went to work, sucking my unsympathetic erection enthusiastically like she was ‘into me’. Of course, having ‘rehearsed’ so many times, I knew how to react, writhing and groaning to her lips trailing up and down my shaft.

From the door where the men stood, a huge, TV-station kind of camera was aimed at us, blinking red dot signalling its state of use. Returning my attention back to her, I noticed how frequently she was looking at my eyes, silently establishing some kind of unspoken, sexual endearment between us.

Locking her eyes on mine, I was soon felt a tingle in my loin as she bobbed her head up and down, returning some sensitivity to my cock. After a few minutes, it was my turn to put her onto her back and dove between her legs, flicking her clit so rapidly that she started to moan, quite naturally.

Next, I stuck one finger into her wet pussy and got her to grunt aggressively, to the delight of the ‘film crew’. The whole cunnilingus didn’t last too long once she grew impatient for more, and I was pulled on top of her in a blink of an eye.

(She whispered loudly) ‘fuck me, hard.. errr’

The smile I unknowingly gave must have looked so sly that one of the hooded man went ‘ohhhh’, before he covered his mouth. After she got a grip of my cock, I slammed my hips straight into her groin and shoved my cock deep into her, skipping the ‘acclimatisation’ phase and went right to sex.

In a twerking motion, my hips ‘scooped’ back and forth, sliding deep into her vagina against any resistance her body put up. It was only a matter of time when she got wetter, to assist an even quicker thrust of my hips.

(She cried) ‘OH FUCK FUCK FUCK! I’M COMING! I’M COMING! ARGHHH!’

Her body went into a fit but I wasn’t ready to let her recover. I rolled her onto her side, then lifted her hips up into doggystyle, thereafter plugging her pussy with my cock again.

Pumping harder and faster than ever, I was fueled by the soft, overly-wet embrace of her pussy, that wanted, and-not-wanted to be abused.

(She screamed) ‘WOH WOH WOH WAIT WAIT! I’M.. HNGGGG.. ARGHHH.. AHHH!’

Another orgasm knocked her flat onto her chest and I just had to continue in that position, popping my cock mercilessly in and out of her collapsed vagina.

‘Ok. It’s my turn now.’

When I saw a whiteboard going up at the door, I made a casual glance towards them and saw ‘on her face’. Knowing better than to defy them, I flipped her over and squatted over her chest.

As soon as I put her hand on my cock, she knew exactly what to do. Jerking and looking all fired up, I pushed my hand between her legs and rubbed her clit, turning her ferocity into a one-sided fight against pleasure.

(I muttered sternly) ‘It’s coming.’

I spoke calmly before slipping my hand around her neck, to tilt her head towards my volcano that spewed hot, white ‘lava’ over her bewitched face.

A few minutes after we fell into each other’s arms, the hooded men placed our food at the door and left. With multiple CCTVs mounted on the ceiling, there was nothing we could try that won’t be seen.

So, we spent our days getting to know each other better, while doing our ‘job’ as ‘porn stars’ to fuck once a day.

Can’t they at least give us a bed?

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Itchy Hand

‘Daddy, can I give you a massage?’

‘Sure.’

I replied while lying chest-down in the bed, back completely sore after six hours of uncomfortable bus ride. Without looking at her, I just tilted my head across the pillow and felt her hands on my back, applying pressure at random places.

‘Dad, your shirt.’

She had raised it to my armpits and it came off easily once I straightened my arms, for her to better knuckle-press on my aching muscles. Since she wasn’t using too much force, I dozed off to her playful elbow-grind and upper-back massage, until she moved both her hands up my shorts.

Before I was fully awake, she had cupped my balls with one hand, and using the other to grasp my shaft.

(I shouted) ‘HEY HEY!’

As soon as I tried to roll over, she gave my cock a jerk and I dropped flat on the bed. Each time I attempted to turn, she would caress my balls as she gave me a handjob, until I was groaning into the pillow.

(I pleaded) ‘Sweetie.. Girl.. Please stop..’

‘Uh-uh.’

Soon, my hips were hovering above the bed for some reason, while she got into another position I can’t tell.

(Daughter commanded) ‘Higher.’

I raised my hips by sliding backwards, getting into a somewhat-like-doggystyle position.

(Daughter shouted) ‘OK!’

With my senses still muddled by her hand jerking me off, it was only when I felt her hair on my inner-thighs that I realised where was she.

At that moment, she angled my cock downward and took it into her mouth, using the softness of the spring mattress to ‘bounce’ up and down. My own little girl, was now facing a giant as wide as her mouth.

Whenever I froze in resistance, her tongue would take over the blowjob, swirling at the tip, licking around the shaft, and sucking till I ‘popped’.

(I grunted) ‘ARGH!’

Just as I tucked my knees inward, she threw her arms around my butt and rolled over with me, mouth still connected to my cock. With ample up-space, she held the base of my erection to keep it upright as she bobbed her head fast and furious, draining me of all strength at one go.

‘SWEETHEART! TAKE IT OUT! TAKE IT OUT!’

I cried out as loudly as I could without sounding angry, but she made things worse by stroking the part where her lips couldn’t reach.

Over the next few, unhappening-seconds, loads of cum gushed into her lips that stayed’ glued’ around the little head, containing all of the love I sent.

Needless to say, the unimaginable and immoral act deprived all I had to even think about what-to-do-next, let alone move.

‘Daddy?’

‘Yes dear?’

She put my feet together and sat at my lap, shifting her butt higher until I felt her soft flesh on the underside of my cock.

We said nothing more to each other as she rubbed her pussy on me until she climaxed, clearly excited by what she had ‘unlocked’.

The next morning, when I saw her going around in just tank top and panties, I realised that it was I, who ‘showed’ her that it was ‘normal’ to dress loosely in her own house.

After losing an argument to her ‘frosted window’ logic, we found no need to wear any bottoms, or even clothes if we wanted to.

(I asked in return) ‘You want me to massage you?’

‘Just down there perhaps?’

What more, could go around in a house that we had complete privacy in?

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Outcall to the Steps

You might call it a coincidence, when I bumped into my next-door-neighbour at the void deck, both of us drunk to the point we couldn’t hold our heads up. While it was a rare occasion for me to get drunk, it was a fortnightly thing for her, to arrive at her doorstep and bang the shit out of the door for her roommate to answer.

Unwilling to do the same thing to the occupants of our houses, we went up a few flight of stairs to avoid any passerbys who would give us the ‘looks’. It was also at the steps when she pulled out a travel-sized bottle of whiskey, to share it with me.

It was no surprise, that after one more sip of hard liquor, we were wasted beyond salvation. Soon, her head was on mine and we had unknowingly held onto each other’s arms, to prevent any of us from rolling down the steps. When her hand moved up my thighs for a ‘better’ grip, she pulled my hand around her back to hold her closer.

In that close proximity, we were breathing in the last, remaining scent of our bodies, stirring a reaction that none of us were prepared for. At some point in time, we got lost in each other’s gaze and our lips got closer until we kissed. From there, our light pecks turned into passionate kissing, before she climbed into my lap to make out ferociously.

As our lips got busy, she used her hands to undo my jeans as I slipped a hand under her sleeveless, turtleneck, flare-bottom dress to easily access her pussy. With my teasing, she increased her speed and managed to whip my cock out in record time.

(I asked) ‘Condom?’

(She whispered) ‘fuck that shit.. ‘

A quick raise of her hips brought her pussy to the tip of my cock, where she then impatiently ‘bounced’ herself down my shaft. As wet as she was, it took her no more than a few ‘squats’ to fit me snuggly inside her body.

Along with her exasperated breaths, she was sort of giving me a stern, straight glance.

(She hissed) ‘It’s. been. so. long.’

Nothing more need to be said once she rocked her ass back and forth, devouring and spitting me out continuously. Seeing that slim, ungodly-thin hips swaying before me, I couldn’t help but held her down as she fucked me. Soon, things got so intense that she could no longer keep up with her craving, handing control over to me with one simple question.

(She asked) ‘Can you stand up?’

‘Sure. Hang on to me.’

As soon as she she has wrapped her arms and legs around my back, I picked myself up with help from the railing, and brought us to a corner of the stairs. With her dangling on my neck, I gently swung my hips back and forth, using gravity to let momentum fuck us. Somehow, the rhythmic strokes managed to give her an orgasm that that was when she wanted ‘more’.

Bending over the railings, she stuck her butt out for me to plug her pussy full of cock, thereafter holding on tight while I banged the life out of her, or ourselves. Her pussy only got tighter and tighter as I hardened inside of her.

‘I’m gonna cum bee.. I’m cumming soon.. ‘

She immediately straightened her body and squatted with her face at my groin. After getting a good grip of my cock, she licked her own juices off before she put the whole thing in her mouth. What surprised me next was how she put her arms around my thighs, then violently forced her face into my groin.

Expectedly, she choked and had to let go of her hug, but not before she took my hands and put them behind her head.

(I asked carefully) ‘Are you sure?’

‘uhh-huuh.. ‘

Her muffled answer was all I need to face-fuck her, thrusting my manhood down her throat until I had to cum. At that very instant, she grabbed my ass and kept her lips around the base of my shaft. All, all of my cum went straight down her throat and I let her she pull away after my last squirt.

There was no mess, except for our crumpled clothes. There was no evidence, except for our muffled moans. There were no hard feelings, having gone limp, or sore from our rendezvous.

(She asked) ‘See you around?’

‘Yupp.’

‘Tomorrow? At 2am?’

‘Ok.’

I could not forget the grin she tried so hard to hide as we turned our backs on each other at the gates, bringing home memories better than the gatherings we got drunk at.

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Just Daddy and Her

‘Do you have to? I’m going to have a long day at.. haaa.. haaa.. at work dear.. ‘

Ignoring his retherotical question, Renee continued stroking the dick that was before her while watching (and feeling) it grow in size, almost separating her index and thumb that were touching each other.

Only a few months have passed since her mum left them for a ‘better prospect’, leaving her dad to shoulder the responsibilities of loving, raising, and providing for her – their only child. ‘A good job’, was an understatement of his abilities as she matured into a sensible, dutiful young lady, despite the limitations of someone her age.

Ever since she understood what ‘divorce’ really meant, she took it upon herself to become ‘their’ homemaker, partly to relieve some workload her dad has to do after work. From doing the chores, to managing the household’s expenditure, she was growing up faster than her dad have wanted.

Over the few months they lived together, she realised that he had a high level of tolerance, as well as a very, forgiving heart. Leveraging his wholesome personality, she habitually started cosying up at his side, giving him full-body hugs, kisses to the cheeks, and ultimately, massages that he was initially so afraid of.

What gave her the biggest sense of achievement was whenever he sighed in outmost comfort, like an acknowledgement of her success in becoming a ‘wife’. Slowly, he got used to her foot massage and periodically dozed off to her finger skills, until she did something (different) that caused a bulge to form under his boxers.

Taking her only chance, she slipped a hand into his loose shorts and grasped his erection, shocking him awake into a frenzy. Her firm grip on his sensitive reproductive organ soon got him to succumb to her only demand – which was to let her continue the ‘massage’.

Unwanting to forcefully remove her hand, he laid down and watched her lower his boxers, far enough for her to hold it properly. With some saliva, she was off to her first handjob and the way he groaned, so loudly and pleasuably, strongly reaffirmed her success in becoming a ‘wife’.

That night, she finished him off with generous shots to her hands and t-shirt, making him exhausted enough for a good night of sleep. The very next evening, after the shoulder-and-foot massage, she was on her knees between his feet again.

In one swift motion, she took her top off and exposed her ample set of bosoms, clad in a lacy, mostly-translucent bra. ‘To avoid making a mess’, was her reason for the unneeded flashing, to which daddy was helpless against.

Again, with some saliva, she was off to a good start, sending his body writhing and twitching as she alternated between different speed, grips and tension. For some reasons, he was less sensitive that night and had tired her hands out when she decided to go down on him, with the knowledge she had gained from the little porn she came across.

In a fully-relaxed state, the top of the tongue was soft as hell and actually did wonders for him, sending him into hysterical moans and continuous pleas for her to stop. The word, ‘stop’, was exactly what she was waiting to hear, because that meant that it was ‘too good’. Bouncing her head even faster, she pouted her lips and dragged them up and down his shaft, simulating all the nerves on the underside until his body was arrested.

Then, without warning, a huge spurt of cum sprayed into her mouth, filling her cheeks up so quickly that she had no choice but to swallow. Two large gulps, was what she took to contain all of his warm, life-giving, and tasty semen. At the end of it, all the strength that was left in him was used to get his ass into his bed.

(Renee whispered) ‘daddy.. it’s so big now.. ‘

(Daddy sighed) ‘and whose.. whose fault is it? ‘

At that instant, she let go of his cock and turned herself around, sticking her perky ass out in his face before lowering it towards his cock. A slight push was all she needed to ‘point’ him in the right direction, splitting her vagina wide open as he picked himself up onto his feet.

(In his exasperated voice) ‘There.. move to the coffee table.. ‘

Once she put her palms on the wooden furniture, daddy began pumping his thick cock in and out of her pussy, getting wetter each time he pulled all the way out to the entrance. Standing on fours, he held her waist tighter as he used her soft, bubbly ass to cushion his penetrative motion, twerking back and forth as her moans turned into grunts.

(He asked) ‘You like this baby? Daddy making you.. happy?’

‘Oh yes daddy.. put it all the way.. AHHH! OH FUCK YES DADDY!’

She could feel him getting bigger inside of her as her moans went soft again, for a more ‘passionate’ feel than those raw, hardcore porn that didn’t suit her taste. Following her lead, he systematically lowered themselves onto their knees so he could pound her harder, though at a slower pace to prolong the euphoria.

Banging away, it was only time that she got too tight for him to fuck her ‘comfortably’ anymore. Her pussy was literally wrapped so closely around him that if she wasn’t his daughter, he would have pumped her pussy full of cum.

(Renee moaned) ‘DADA! I’M! AWWOOOOAHHHH.. NNGGGG.. ‘

The strongest wave of orgasm hit her so hard that she almost forced his cock out of her, if not for his forceful thrust back into her pussy. That single stroke unleashed his own orgasm and he pulled out instinctively, calming his thoughts so she had time to turn around for him.

Taking him into her mouth again, she face-fucked him for a good three minutes before he exploded cum all over the insides of her jaws. Despite the powerful eruption, he still had strength in him to hold her head still while jerking his hips. In the next few silent minutes, she just obediently let him mouth-fuck her for a second tiny load that she could tell was ‘a shots worth’.

(Renee whispered) ‘dada.. let’s go to sleep now. I have no more strength.’

(Dad replied) ‘So am i.. Goodnight baby girl.’

‘night night.’

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Perfect Lie

Having fallen asleep on the couch after coming home drunk, I was definitely shocked when I was awakened by a pair of hands stroking my mysteriously-erected dick. All I could think of was ‘who’, as my vision was obstructed by my ‘smelly (blanket)’ which had covered my eyes.

The three people staying in the house then was my sister, our domestic helper, and I. Our parents, who were living in another house, had kept Aly around out of goodwill for her closeness to us, though we all knew that she wouldn’t be needed for long.

As my breathing got heavier and deeper, I could hear muffled moans coming from the side, as if she was in pleasure too. Knowing that I was safe in my own home, I just let myself go (a little) and moaned along, only getting softer as the handjob came to a stop.

At that point, I was expecting ‘things’ to end anytime until I felt a hand around my cock again, this time, just holding it upright. The next thing I felt was a kiss on my pee hole, where that said pair of lips then split apart slowly as it descended my shaft, engulfing me in fiery desire until she reached my pubes.

As much as I enjoyed the deep throat, I didn’t expect her to stay ‘down’ that long until she was gagging. And not even then, did she raise her head. Immediately, I tried to reach for her chin but she just held my hand down, holding that depth until my worries passed. That was when my mind regained composure, to vividly experience the squeezing-sensations her throat was giving. It was random, hot, and dangerously immersive.

Finally, she retracted her neck and my exit made me felt ‘long’, though it was just her slow pace. From there, her lips worked the top three-quarter length she could comfortably reach, slurping and bouncing as I grew thicker in her mouth.

After what felt like a long time, she pulled her head away and let the cold breeze (from our ceiling fan) cool my manhood, relieving the impending urge and hardness that was getting achy. Once she put a foot on the cushion right next to my hips, I knew that there was more to come.

The hand that groped my cock in the dark kept it pointed upwards as her pussy was lowered, until we felt the excessive wetness that drooled down my shaft. Without hesitation, she slipped her meat pouch over my dick and let off a long sigh as her vaginal walls spread in two, around my unwavering hard-on that seemed so unsympathetic.

She put both her hands on my belly and began rocking her hips, grinding back and forth to let my cock flick up and down inside of her. Moving at a rhythmic, unhurried pace, the juices that initially lubricated my penetration soon wet my balls, spreading to my thighs and her bum where she was sliding on. The one fact that was constantly ringing in my head was ‘how much was she lusting for this’.

In no time, she was riding at full speed and I was holding her waist down as well, to keep the ‘most effective/ stimulating’ part of her pussy (the opening) at where I was most insensitive. Still, she managed to overpower me and claimed control of her tempo, stroking me at my shaft while massaging the tip with her contracting pussy.

(I whispered loudly) ‘I’m cumming now I’m cumming now!’

She pulled a slow-ascend, fast-descend move and had me deeply trapped as hot cum spilled into her vagina, throbbing and succumbing to her subsequent orgasm that milked me after most of my load was delivered.

I was left panting for air while she was convulsing atop me, coming to a stop only after two minutes. Having been truly ’emptied’, I was no longer sensitive to her playful squeezes and hopeful, rocking motion.

Minutes later, she picked herself up from me and left me along in the hall, once again in complete silence. Without the need to remove the blindfold, I could only wonder..

‘Good morning!’

The sharp, perky voice of my sister shocked me awake and I uncovered my eyes to the brightly-lit living room, where the maid and her was staring at my unruly appearance.

(Maid asked) ‘Had a good night?’

(Sister sarcastically added) ‘Must be a wild night huh? Did anything happen?’

If only I could say, ‘a lot’.

The following night, it was my sister who came home (loudly) and slept on the couch, to which I then whispered to ask if she wanted to be carried into her room. Being a good brother, I hauled her into her bed and was swiftly pulled in next to her tube-dress-clad body.

(Sister whispered) ‘it’s time to return the favour kor.. ‘

We did the unthinkable again and fell asleep naked in her bed, until our maid woke me up, by sliding her hand under the sheets to give my morning wood a (fore)skin-deep massage.

(Maid whispered) ‘did you like what i did that night?’

With my sister gone (for work), it didn’t take much for her to jump into bed and make full use of my hardness, riding as if her life depended on it until I came. At the end of it, not only was I exhausted, but my morals were also thrown out with the wind.

They both, in fact, reminded me of the sensations I experienced that fateful night, though there was a small difference that made it impossible to tell. In missionary, my sister felt like the ‘culprit’, but in cowgirl, my maid made me felt like the ‘victim’.

So who.. nevermind.