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Short Times

(I muttered to ourselves) ‘seriously? when I am drunk?’

With all my might, I lifted my hips up so she could lower my jeans, just enough to expose my dick. A few kisses here and there went unrecipocated due to my exhaustion, but that didn’t stop her from climbing over my hips, thereafter pushing against my chest to raise herself upright.

For most part, I couldn’t feel any more physical contact beyond her lips (she kissed me on), and her hands she used to pick herself up. After jerking my disinterested cock sloppily for some time, the next thing I felt was the familiar softness of her pussy, that slipped right over the top.

The instance she let herself down onto my groin, I grabbed her ankles out of shock, for the smoothness of her descend. It was so slippery, warm, and bascially, soothing. I could barely see her silhouette, let alone her expression that I was most curious to see since she was presumably high as well.

That attempt to make out her face soon went away once she bounced harder and faster on top of me, stopping just at the tiniest contact of her ass. For one, she was much more agile and sober, especially at the way she controlled her pace. It was just at the right spot to milk my cock, but not overwhelm my senses. In short, it felt like a really slippery handjob in the comfort of her pussy.

All I could do was to squirm in weakness, as her pussy sucked the strength out of me. That ungodly rhythm, paired with the juicy, up-down motion, simply left me suspended in the state of euphoria-like bliss.

After an unknown amount of time, I sensed the urge building up inside me and that was when I called out to her, louder and louder till her ass fell completely onto my lap. At the back of my mind, I knew that it wasn’t her, but neither was she slowing or caring about the fact that I was about to cum inside her.

My hands, were pinned under hers as she rocked the fuck out of our genitals, almost squashing them to a pulp too many times in a row. Needless to say, there was only one place my seeds were going under her control – up, up, and into.

In her most vulnerable (weak) state and timing, the load I blew was so big that she could only hold onto the base of my shaft, in an attempt to control the flow into her climatic pussy. Not only were my balls and the area around it clear of any cum, her pussy did not let even a single drop go to waste when she got up.

When the lights finally came on, everyone was found inappropriately-dressed, fucking someone else besides their rightful partner in numerous positions.

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Fateful Surprise

Strapped and gagged on the chair, Jovian couldn’t believe his eyes when Melissa, his wife, let someone else into their hotel room. What started out as a sex-cation, became more mysterious when she asked to tie him up. Being a good sport, he thought she was going to try something new until the doorbell rang.

The guest, brought into his view with a blindfold over his eyes, was none other than his ex-wife, Kathryn. Melissa, faced with his reluctant, fearful expression, couldn’t care less about his emotions and undid her oversized, flannel shirt one button at a time, revealing the shiny, nipple clamps, along with the loop of a wireless vibrator sticking out of her exposed pussy.

A quick whisper into Kat’s ear brought her closer to where he sat, until her fumbling hands felt his head that was at her chest level. Once she has determined their positions, she groped her way down to his groin, where an erection was pitched in the most confusing emotion ever. For one, he was relieved to see her in good shape, but never was he prepared for her to deep-throat him on her first stroke down.

Without restrain, her face buried itself fast and hard into his groin, sending his cock straight down her throat, before sliding out to her lips for her to repeat the same moves again. Unlike how he has described Kat’s ‘skills’ to Melissa before, he was groaning and trembling violently in his seat, as if he was cumming throughout the whole, forceful blowjob.

After a good, five minutes of mind-blowing mouth-fuck, Kathryn got up and turned herself around, lowering her pussy over his dick that were still wrapped within her fingers. As soon as her pussy devoured the very tip of his penis, he let off a loud groan to express what possibly could be her tightness, a distant recollection of her casual curiosity for ‘kegel’.

When the mindless, cowgirl-style, fucking began, Melissa’s spiteful fondling of his balls caused him to scream into the gag-ball at his mouth. While he knew exactly why he was getting harder, he wouldn’t know that it was Mel’s other hand that was rubbing his ex-wife’s clit to help heighten her sensation.

Just when Jovian was grunting at the top of his lungs, the hand under his balls disappeared, only to surface behind his butt. Melissa, then drove him wilder by shoving his ass upward on every downward-stroke his ex-lover did. The deep penetrations, combined with overpowering, life-changing tightness, fueled by secrecy, lubricated by his mysterious identity, finally tipped Kat over the edge with a powerful orgasm.

The inner walls of her vagina simply collapsed on him and produced a milking motion inside, made ‘worse’ by Mel’s massage on his testicles from some direction he couldn’t tell. His agony, emotional distress, came in the form of an intense explosion into his ex-wife’s pussy, pumping her full of his masculine syrup that warmed her so lovingly.

After recovering some of her strength from the orgasm, Kathryn was led into the bathroom, then out of the hotel room with her clothes back in place. The chair-bound boy was then freed, for his turn to tie just Melissa’s wrists on the arm-section of the chair, so he could fuck his guilt, her insanity, and their punishment, out of her.

Sadly, he couldn’t last more than ten minutes in that standing doggy, given how much he had gone through from that unimaginable ‘idea’ Melissa had to bring in his ex-wife.

What a mind job.

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More Drugs

‘Umm hi.. I am Cherie? Emily said I get more from you?’

(Him) ‘Cherie? Emily?’

As the man, clad in a singlet and shorts, repeated those names, he stuck his head out of the doorway and took a quick peek in both directions, before turning his body sideways to let the skinny, brown-haired girl into his house.

Sitting on the sofa in silence, he couldn’t believe how one user could so easily lead him to another, especially when both of them were underaged and still schooling.

(Him) ‘So, what did Emily say you can get from me?’

(Cherie) ‘Umm.. the drugs?’

(Him) ‘Did she tell you what to expect?’

(Cherie) ‘Ya.. she said that you will make me take some in front of you.’

(Him) ‘Good. Sit down next to me.’

Like a puppy about to receive her treat, she dropped her backpack and joined him on the sofa, where he fetched a sachet of white powder from a drawer under the coffee table. Mentally prepared to ‘prove’ her trustworthiness to him, she smiled as she watched him open the Ziploc pouch, dipping a finger into it to coat some onto his fingertip.

(Him) ‘Open your legs.’

‘Huh?’

‘It gets absorbed faster that way. Take it, or leave it.’

Tempted by how close she was to the product that would secure her rebellious ‘status’ in Emily’s eyes, she swallowed her pride, along with her fears and doubts, and spread her legs to flash her white cotten panties under the high-waist, denim skirt.

Two pokes on her panty-clad pussy was all it took for her to learn of his impatience, spurring her hasty response to take it off. It was the first time, she would flash her fourteen-year-old pussy to a man, and even more so, a stranger.

The man, with lust in his eyes, used his clean index finger first, to tease her clit under she was slightly moist. With ‘pleasure’ added to the mix of emotions running through her head, her body gradually accepted the small price she had to pay to get what she was after.

Once she was ‘soft’ all over, he switched fingers to rub some magic dust deeper into her vagina, taking no less than five seconds for her eyes to roll white in euphoria. The weakened girl was then left alone, for however long he needed to set up a GoPro for some leverage.

By the time he returned to his seat, she was well into the ‘climax’ of the Class-A poison. To be seated next to a fit, young, girl almost one-third his seniority, he couldn’t help but get harder for her than any other ‘customers’. With nothing to restrain him, he helped himself to her hand – first.

Her small hand, on his thick, 7-inch, was nothing but mesmerising. The softness, fairness, gentleness of her grip, were worth ‘using’ to jerk himself off. For the first ten minutes she was high, he was high too, from a different kind of vice. The more he looked at her bubbly, peaceful face, the more he wanted to have her for himself.

No girls her age, would ever find him attractive, if not for his specialty. With that in mind, he put her in a more comfortable, parallel position on the couch. From where he sat, he had full access to her pussy covered sparsely in fine strands of pubes, wet, pink, and twitching to his every prod at her clit.

(He whispered) ‘do you want me inside you?’

‘uhhh.. uhhh.. ‘

There was no way he could let the chance go to waste. His shorts fell to the ground in a flash, and he was between her legs in no time. The entry, easier said than done, brought him over the edge and back, as his fully erected cock disappeared an inch at a time into her body.

Despite his excitement, he kept his eyes on her face, filled with joy, sexuality, instead of pain or reluctance. At that point in time, he was down to the last inch, where he delivered a surprise jab into her hips.

For the first few minutes he fucked her tight, warm pussy, she was just moaning in pleasure, making noises that he would only get harder and thicker to. Moving past the point of no return, he increased his tempo shoving his manhood into her childhood, until she made no more sound and her eyes began to widen at him.

Not wanting to take any risks, he pulled out of her and smeared more coke onto his finger, ‘topping up’ his credits in terms of extending her high. Falling right back into a trance, he resumed his violent, relentless thrusts into her petite frame.

Needless to say, his average stamina of thirty-minutes was shattered single-puss-ily by Cherie, cutting short the happiest time of his life down to fifteen. Like the quick-witted criminal he was, he chose to cum over her body instead of inside, for obvious reasons.

After he cleaned up, he continued to fuel her high for another hour or so, until she was back, and clueless. When she touched herself down there to check if he did something to her while she was ‘out’, it only got her more horny, to the point she fingered herself for the ‘first’ time in the unfamiliarity of his toilet.

As a reward for her (unknown) work done, and a secret just between them, he gave her one more sachet, for her to enjoy alone. For the better or worse, she would be dosing only when she was over at either Emily’s, or his place, as she did enjoy the vivid ‘imaginary’ scenes where she got fucked whenever she was high.

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Assurance

It was quite an experience, to be sitting in the corner, watching her lie in the arms of another man, while his hands ran all over and in between any crevices that were usually reserved for me. Part of my curiosity, was caused by how gentle, careful he was treating her, as if she was, his queen. And mind you, he wasn’t someone we knew, just one of many men who responded to our ad, for a man willing to pay, host and follow every condition listed for our comfort.

If I was watching a video of their tryst, I might have mistaken him to be me, given how seamless her hand moved into his boxers for his manhood. The fact that she has turned her head less than two times to me, already told me enough of how comfortable she felt with him, a man we acquainted solely based on ‘money’.

At the moment he brushed a finger into the moist, crack of her pussy, I saw her instinctive urge to slide her head down his chest. To which after I nodded in response to her brief glimpse of uncertainty at me, she continued her southward journey to his cock, that was standing hard and tall to her teasing earlier.

In one, swift descend of her luscious lips, she made him groan aloud, like how I would whenever she did that to me. As she moved the rest of her body to a more ‘accessible’ position, my eyes were fixated on his fingertips, finding their way around her curvaceous bum, into the darker region between her thighs, and over her pussy.

Pushing just one, thick finger into her body, he made her moan into his groin, a sign of distraction she most wary of. Before he could move any more in any direction, her head was already bobbing up and down, in an attempt to throw his concentration off from fingering her sensitive womanhood.

Yet, her relentless mouthfuck seemed to have no effect on him, as he forced his finger deep into her and found a tempo he liked, that suspended her in a never-ending journey of euphoria. From where I was, I could see her erratic head movements, almost in synchrony to how deep, fast, hard he was ‘wriggling’ inside of her. No matter how wild she went down on him, he never lost his composure.

It wasn’t until five or so minutes later, did she submit to his vigorous digging, collapsing to her side and moaning freely into the air-conditioned room.

Without wasting a second, he fetched the condom I provided and let her cap him on. For a moment, I thought it was inconsiderate of her to just mount herself on top of him, impatiently tucking his rubberised cock into her pussy. Like clockwork, she began riding him in the all-too-familiar manner she rode me, carelessly slamming and grinding her hips all over his groin for her own pleasure.

That said, her dominance, bravery to follow her urges, were some of her attributes I felt most addicted to. For as many moments we got intimate, it felt as thought I could just lie back, relax, and enjoy being conquered by her desire for joy.

While he was groaning for his life under her vicious, riding skill, I got a little distracted, at the tiny difference between what she did for him, and I. As subtle as it may be, her motive(s) were slightly different when she went down on him, climbed atop him, and possibly bent over for him later.

I could tell right away, that when she did those exact same things to me, she felt.. dominant, powerful, and rewarded in some ways. But faced with a man whose stamina, strength and endurance, all seemed to be unshakable, a teeny weeny bit of passion were lost. She might be doing all the work, but when she doesn’t get the sense of happiness from giving, how could she remain interested?

Not that she had gotten lazy at any point, but to see her spend all her energy to get a flash of non-existent weakness from him, and receive nothing but a strong front to ‘outlast’ her, it helped me realised, what she meant when she said that ‘I was her favourite man to please’.

I get contented too easily.

‘Ahhh!’, a loud moan from her snapped me back to reality, at the scene where he was expending his last bit of stamina at her. The rest of the monotonous ‘fun’ ended with a sack of cum-filled condom, to both our relief.

That man, has left her wobbly in her knees that I felt obligated to help her up and out of bed, for the bathroom where she rinsed the wetness off herself. Seeing that reassuring smile from her, I couldn’t help but hugged her tightly for a long time, until he checked in on our delay.

After she put her clothes back on, we left the room to him and made our way to my place. There was no way I could let this cute, obedient baby girl do anymore work, so I placed my knees between her legs and endearingly slipped my unprotected cock into her, unleashing the lust and desire I held in throughout their ‘moment’ together.

What else, could taste better the blend of my cum, with her bodily fluids, served warm from her vagina back into her mouth.

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While He’s Out

(Cynthia asked) ‘Having cup noodles?’

‘Yeah. Suddenly felt hungry.’

Just as I thought things would get awkward when Cynthia stepped out of the shower in just a towel around her chest, I was fairly impressed at how cool she was with it. Not only did she not mind, she actually sat down at the dining table (in the kitchen as I didn’t want to disturb them) and chatted with me.

For starters, Cynthia and her husband were my new tenants, occupying the empty common room that I figured could help to pay some bills. Since I worked odd days, the couple would also get maximum privacy on the periods I stayed out.

I took another few minutes to finish my food and washed the only utensil I used, a fork. It was at that moment I sensed her readiness to leave, but things quickly turned awry when I felt her hands on my waist. Stuck with soapy hands, I hastened my pace while she slid both her hands into my boxers to fondle my dick without shame.

Once I rinsed the soap off, I pulled her hands out and turned myself around, only for her to drop to her knees along with my loose boxers. I barely grabbed her head when she took my cock into her mouth, sucking it hungrily for all that was worth.

Given how ‘badly’ everything progressed, I focused my energy to keep my mouth shut, in fear of waking her husband up and turning this into a police case. At such ungodly hours, I could not be more surprised at how energetic she was, especially for a woman her age that has no problems sending me high into the heavens, and down onto the floor within a few minutes.

Just as I wished that the ‘attack’ was over, she ripped the towel off and climbed over my legs, swiftly tucking my saliva-slated erection into her pussy, to which its tightness and warmth, left me gasping for air. It was certainly an experience to be at the mercy of a sex-deprived wife, simply from how wildly she rocked her hips.

Hanging onto whatever corners of furniture I could reach for my dear life, it was all sex and no breaks for her. In that single (cowgirl) position, I was drained of my might to do anything else. For five or so minutes, after getting fucked mindless, she got up and led me by my cock to the dining table, where she parked her ass at the ledge.

Raising one foot over the top, she stuffed herself full of my cock and controlled my thrusts by my hips, slamming me into her groin at full force. When she tucked her arms into my chest and moaned for me to go harder, it was at that moment all my morality went out the windows.

I bent her over the table and shoved my cock up her pussy, pounding her pussy relentlessly on the heavy-duty table I once thought was pointless. She did her job by suppressing all the moans that would otherwise wake her husband, while I did mine by prodding her sensitive spots violently, to her pleasure.

In due time, it was time to cum and I unwillingly slowed down, only to hear from her, that it was safe. Well, I supposed ‘safe’ was defined differently for married women, since she sounded confident in her tone. I picked up my speed and fucked us to the end of the rainbow, cumming at the same time she squashed the loaf of bread to a heart-stopping orgasm.

Once we recovered from the explosive climax, we put everything back in place and returned to our rooms, where I shortly after, heard hushed, intense groans coming from their room.

Was that what she meant by ‘safe’? Cumming inside her before it was her husband’s turn to?

The next morning, after he left for work, Cynthia came over (to my room) and we had morning-sex, afternoon-sex, then before-her-husband-return-sex, and only let me get to my own work when she could get him started on the before-dinner-sex.

I am just glad that I didn’t have to reduce the rent for her share of work done.