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Too Milky

‘Do you trust me?’, I asked nervously as I stood right behind her, slightly-afraid of receiving an answer that would thwart my otherwise, ‘intricate’ plan I had wrecked my brains for the one-night staycation.

But when I heard a quivering ‘yes’ from her, I couldn’t help but smile to myself as I whipped a blindfold out of my back pocket, thereafter placing it carefully over her eyes. Using a sash next, I held both her wrists together before tying them up, in a knot that wouldn’t hurt her (too much), nor could she easily escape from.

Once she was ‘appropriately-restrained’ , I then gently led her towards the queen-sized bed before shoving her face-forward down onto the mattress. Caught off-guard by my sudden roughness, she put up a fight that I was able to overpower easily, especially when her arms were immobilised.

Acting as swift as I could, I began to yanked her leggings down her legs, and continually warned her that any struggles would just increase the chances of shredding her bottoms, ultimately ruining her attire for the next day. As I cautioned her against more and more issues that may arise from her non-compliances, her physical fight soon turned into a psychological one, that gradually diminished her willpower.

After a few minutes, she was finally undressed, in the most unkempt fashion a lady could be in a blindfold and cuffs. Pants and panties hanging off one foot, bra and shirt inconveniently-draped over her cuffed hands behind her back, her privates were exposed as they could be sexy without being thrown around the room.

Having worn her mentally down in our brief but intense ‘fight’, it was fairly-easy for me to roll her onto her back, and spread her legs as wide as I wished, to give her a good licking.

Unwashed, and unprepared, she was obviously disturbed with her nervous twisting, in a useless attempt to stop me from savouring her slopping-wet vagina. Thick, creamy and overwhelming in its aroma, I was unmistakably intoxicated on her elixir of lust. Flicking my tongue wildly up and down her clit, she was moaning harder than she flopped about.

For a good ten minutes, I just ran my tongue slowly, and quickly, up and down the entire length of her vagina, scooping up whatever she didn’t want me to have, and did my best to replace her juices with my saliva. In time, I introduced my middle finger into the ‘feast’ and it immediately disrupted her rhythm.

Her chest, and waist arched uncontrollably up and down to each jab of my finger, which soon turned ‘2’ with the addition of my fourth. The sight of such a beautiful girl, crazily thrashing around so helplessly, was literally all a guy could ask for in his life. She was solely ‘calling’ for him, ‘horny’ for him, and definitely ‘dripping wet’ for his dick.

Once I had enough of pushing her to her limits, I pulled my digits out and began planting light, playful kisses over her face, breasts, belly, and thighs. Just as she regained her sanity, I flipped her over onto her chest, and turned her towards the edge of the bed for her legs to fall over.

Now bent over in doggy-style, the rest of my work was pretty straightforward. Within seconds, my undies were off, and I was position my dick right outside her vagina. Pinning her down with an unnecessary load of pressure, she had no way to resist the penetration the moment I swung my hips at her rear.

My ‘entry’ was the only forgiving part, because once I passed her stage of ‘anxiety’, I lost all control of my body at once. Falling my chest onto her back, I took her ear between my lips as my hips twerked violently back and forth, ramming that merciless, over-enthusiastic dick of my as deep as I could go inside her, only worried giving too much pleasure.

It was more or less ‘automatic’ from this point on, smashing her uncaringly in doggy-style before I rolled her over for missionary. Wrapping my fingers around her ankles, I held them high and wide, to admire how ‘susceptible’ she had become around me, revealing all her softest spots.

It was in this position, I let my mind wander all over her gorgeous face, gasping mouth, panting chest, collapsing waist, and delivered my ultimatum in a runny, whitish slime.

After the deed, I did not remove the blindfold nor the restraints, but kept her close in my arms, took care of her every need, and never broke skin-contact the entire time.

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Rich Milk

(Milly whispered) ‘Shhh.. Just stand still.. And let me do the work this time.’

Whispering those words in her alluring voice immediately sent tingles down my spine as I forcefully kept both my arms by my side, unable to be ready for what she was about to do.

(She added) ‘Can you close your eyes too?’

I couldn’t help but smile as I shut my eyelids, fingers curling into a fist while she placed her body up mine. Without any sudden movement, her hands first went over my face, caressing my forehead, eyelids, nose, lips, more lovingly that I thought she could, and when she reached those sensitive earlobes of mine, I just melted into a puddle on the inside.

Whenever we got cosy, I would always be admiring her eyes, before taking in her scent, touch, and everything else. Yet on this day, it was a strangely-sensual kind of mood that overwhelmed me, bumping my heartrate gradually up especially with that soft kiss on my lips.

Since I wasn’t ‘allowed’ to have any control, I only moved my lips with hers while her hands ran down my sides, went under my shirt, and headed straight for my nipples. Being the owner of a very strange, responsive body, I was just trembling no matter where she laid her hands on.

Not long after, my shirt was pulled over my head, and a warm pair of lips engulfed my confused nipples. Unsure where she learnt it from, she wasn’t slacking when her tongue was working on those perky nips. She was also undoing my pants at that time.

Once she bundled my undies and jeans at my feet, she gave my calves a little tap, and my legs automatically raised to let her take them completely off.

Now naked at my lower-half, my mind was just begging for her to give me some attention ‘there’, but I knew she wasn’t one to give in that quickly. After a few more seconds at my chest, her mouth, hands, and general presence disappeared from me momentarily.

Still, I kept my curiosity contained despite the burning urge to see what she was up to. Not more than a minute later, I felt that arousing, gentle grip over my erection, along with an ample amount of lubricant.

With that kind of slipperiness, and a fumbling, inexperienced hand, I was swiftly thrown into a moshpit of emotions, so crazily turned on by her ecstatic motion that resembled an adventurous, playful young woman. Groaning and moaning without restraints, it was the most vulnerable I felt in a long, long time.

I was so sure my facial expression was so, confusing, and at the same time funny, that she was literally changing her pace just to see how wild I could be. It wasn’t until about two or three minutes later, did she finally settle on a rhythm, that allowed me to embark on the unmistakable journey to orgasm.

She was hitting every right button this time, a slightly-loose grip, the rapid but controlled speed, and a stroking-length that perfectly replicated my own hand. The next thing I noticed was how strong her bodily scent was, signifying her physical proximity to my face.

From there on, every kiss was deeply appreciated with a deep inhale of her feminine odour, while my shaking body revealed how she was owning all of me with just one hand. Just a minute later, she disappeared from my face again, along with her hands that made me slightly worried.

All of a sudden, a careful embrace of a warm orifice took all of my breath away, forcing an imaginery picture of her, kneeling before my feet, and taking my dick into her mouth.

Isn’t it wet, and sticky, covered in lube? And yet, she was so casually moving her lips up and down along my shaft at the portion her hand just massaged. Unexpecting to last long, I savoured every second she did that for me, and actually went a little limp in the most relaxed state.

After which, she resumed the handjob as she smeared my mouth with the lube that soiled her lips, reigniting the ‘flame’ that was about to blow my dick up.

Three or so minutes latee, my muscles stiffened, as I neared a climax I didn’t know how it will turn out. She just maintained the tempo she knew worked, and stayed close enough to give me the occasional pecks.

Finally, my waist started collapsing and she planted the most beautiful kiss on my cheek, just in time to trigger the unstoppable shots of cum into her palm that quietly awaited my love. On and on it went, draining me of my soul and life, until she squeezed the last drop out like an empty tube of toothpaste.

(I asked) ‘Can I open my eyes now?’

(She replied) ‘No!’

She exclaimed, and left me along for a minute before letting me see again. And there she was, standing naked, and proud of her cum-covered hands.

(I whispered firmly) ‘It’s my turn now. And you really cannot touch anything with those hands now.’

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Unattended

(She whispered) ‘hey.. there’s no place for us to.. ‘

‘Shhh.. ‘

Cupping my palm over her mouth, I silenced her concerns as tons of non-furniture-needed activities filled my mind, with the first one being – ‘setting the mood’. In the unlit, former bedroom of mine, the only light illuminating our restless bodies came from the frosted windows, and boy, were they more than enough for me to gaze upon her doubtful face.

I quietly took her paper bag from her hand and placed it gently on the ground, before releasing my hand (from her mouth) to take both her wrists in my hands. Standing so closely together, I couldn’t help taking in deep breaths of her as I ‘transferred’ her thin wrists to just one hand, freeing up one of my arms to do something else.

Keeping time with the adrenaline-mood that I have created, I slipped that free hand up her shirt and unhooked her bra, releasing both her sensitive nipples for what was about to come next. Biting on the hem of her black t-shirt, I raised it up high enough to expose her chest in its full glory and dived straight for those perky, Hershey kisses.

I was admittedly a little overwhelmed when I began ‘feasting’ on them, sucking as hard as I could was gentle with the nibbles I delivered onto them. When she began moaning so sensually and perhaps, a little unwillingly, I knew I had to keep going, switching sides when either of them was appropriately warmed-up. It was such a memorable moment to be surrounded by the familiar, Downey aroma from her clothes, and a unique, feminine scent that I could only enjoy upclose.

When her knees started to quiver, that was when I shifted my hand lower to her jeans, where a little pinch-and-tuck motion relieved her of her bottoms. In the blink of an eye, her pants, and panties, were already around her feet, and she even kind enough to take one foot out of them.

Bringing my chest back up to her cutesy chest, I pecked at her neck as I ran my hand over her belly, and down between her legs. Expectedly, a slopping, wet vagina was awaiting me and I was overly-glad to give it some attention. Wriggling my middle finger into the soft folds of her labia, I quickly located her clit and made a fast job of getting her all weak and jelly.

There is just something about her wetness that turned me on so much, with an erection that wasn’t too keen to ‘rape’ her. Still, I had a job to do and my fingers were on it right then, rubbing as they glide a little bit closer to her vagina each time. Within a few minutes, I was a finger-deep inside her and there was no stopping us, especially when she was teasing me through my pants.

I then turned her around to face the wall, made her stick her ass out, and squatted right behind her bum, with my mouth ready to devour whatever this new position would bring. Once I noticed that pink, plump lips, I buried my face in her rear and ate at her clit, flicking my tongue extra forcefully while getting my face smeared with her love juice. I was intrigued by how responsive, and expressive she was in this particular stance, unselfish with her ecstatic moans and erratic twitching of her ass.

Unsurprisingly, I didn’t persevere too long in this ‘meal’, and tightened my grip on her wrists as I stood back up, With one hand, I unclasped my belt and zipper, letting them hit the ground with a loud thud. Suddenly, I felt a little jerk in my restraining hand, a clear indicator of a ‘time out’. The only thing I could think of next was to put my head over her shoulder, and listened intently for any ‘stoppage’. So, you can imagine the message she sent when all I heard was her rapid breathing, and an deliberate effort to keep her lips sealed.

For those wondering, it is, ‘the green light’.

I then held my cock in my only free hand and positioned it right outside her vagina, thereafter making a few ‘test stroke’ to make sure I was indeed, at the correct spot. From there on, everything seemed to be happening in hyperspeed as I carefully inched my way into her, and paced myself every time she clenched her fists.

Despite taking a long time to get all of my six inches inside of her, it was both a relief, and worrying when I sensed a little, tensed-pressure around my dick. No longer willing to be pleasured at her expense, I put my entire, lower-body on ‘pause’ until her vagina gradually relaxed, far enough for me to resume a rhythmic thrust.

It wasn’t until I wrapped a hand around her neck, and choked her as I twisted her arms a little higher, did I understand what truly is a mind-fuck. Caught between comfort, pleasure, and an undiscovered thirst for suffering, my hardness was as shamefully as confused as I was – being both hard and soft at the worst time.

Once I finally let go of her throat and wrists, was I able to focus on that desirable little waist I had both my hands around, squeezing them together as I jabbed my dick deep and fast from her rear. Combine that with the occasional kisses and merciless, nipple-pinching, she has arrived at a tightness that was unafraid, and yet orgasmic. It was the surreal kind of hard grip (of my dick) within a very soft, fleshy tunnel.

Less than five minutes later, I was calling my orgasm out as my body lost control, ramming her at my fiercest without any restraints. Before I knew it, I blew up into the condom between us and awkwardly succumbed to my trembling knees while sustaining her joyful snicker.

Covered in perspiration and refreshed lust, we washed up as simply as we could and left the unoccupied apartment – for the last time.

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Milked

Written from the point of a female.

‘Good morning mmm..’

I was barely awake when I felt his cold hands on my ankles, spreading them apart as his tongue made a slow, upward-swipe across my vagina. A jolt of electricity shot through my body and caused me to shiver uncontrollably, for the best wake-up call I’ve had in ever.

‘wei..’

My waist started contorting like a ticklish snake once he started eating me out proper, in his usual, calm pace. This morning, there was something else he did too, something I didn’t expect myself to like, as it involved some pain.

Midway through his mind-blowing cunnilingus, he used his fingers to tenderly pry apart the section of my labia ‘protecting’ my clit. He slanted his head sideway, slipped his soft lips (directly) between the outer folds and grinded my clit that was buried inbetween. It was a new experience for me to have two, stiffened lip hold my most sensitive region, and rolling it around like a little ball of chewing gum.

What really got me was how a subtle ache in that spot, made me so much more sensitive. Beyond that, I was just impressed by how he managed to introduce a little ‘pain’, to bring an unexpectedly-favourable twist, into my favourite bedroom deed.

Mixing an overwhelming load of pleasure with the occasional (clit) ‘squeeze’, I was more turned on than ever, bordering on the thought of having him inside me. It wasn’t even 9 yet, and there I was, ready to reward this man with his biggest wish.

Consciously, I opened my legs wider before I pulled his head gently up to my eye level, and let out a very satisfied groan to inform him of my satisfaction.

‘Condom?’, I asked, but he easily disappointed me with a simple shake of his head. With that, he sank back down to where his ‘breakfast’ was, and continued eating me out. Although a tiny part of me felt let down, I was mostly grateful for his self-restraint.

Not long after, I was on my way to the first orgasm of the day, in my most soothing mood.

‘wei. After this I’m going to do something to you. I don’t care.’

From afar, I caught him smiling to himself before I closed my eyes, to fully experience the waves of pleasure riding up my private part. There was no mess, no rush, and all to gain from the sexiest alarm ‘cock’.

After he had his ‘fun’ with me, I flipped him over into the bed and sat between his legs, knees together. It was the only position I had tried, when it came to giving blowjobs, but I was as hesitant as I could be given my past history. Before I could do anything else, he jumped out of bed and gave it a quick rinse, as we said we would but I had totally forgotten about it.

Once he brought his freshly-washed dick back to bed, I couldn’t help but did a smell check, and ‘approved’ him despite a little odour. That last bit soon disappeared as I stuffed the man-made meat roll into my mouth, garnering a sudden, but arousing gasp from him.

From there, it was just his moans, and groans, and sighs that echoed in the room as I licked him everywhere I knew to, with that little experience with my ex. The way his body twitched and writhed, really helped with my ‘willingness’ as it boosted my confidence, to know that I could deliver a decent blowjob.

Before I knew it, I was getting wet again, and he was more than glad to give me a some attention down there. Sitting by his side, sucking, and moaning to his playful teasing of my vagina, it was one of the most affectionate moment I had. Two adults, mutually-benefitting from a secretive, unconventional relationship, was definitely not in my fantasies until then.

‘Mil.. ky.. I think I’m almost.. ‘, his voice, couldn’t be any more validating as his legs straightened, toes curled inwards, for what seemed like an intense ordeal for him. I then took my mouth away and replaced it with my hand, along with abundant saliva to keep milking his manhood.

About one or two, minutes later, his body melted into the sheets as his dick momentarily thickened, for the powerful eruption of his hot, sticky cum over my hand. Slightly-translucent, but mainly consistent, his cream of ‘mushroom’ appeared to be strangely palatable too, to his advantage.

To make his day as well, I brought one of my cum-covered fingers to my mouth and licked the smallest amount I could get – and actually liked it. He, indeed, tasted a little savoury, if not neutral like thickened water.

I slurped up however much I could handle before he cleaned himself up, and let me get ready for work. After what we did so early in the morning, let’s just say that my fresh pair of panties didn’t stay dry for too long, despite my short journey to work.

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Milky Way

Written from the point of view of a female

‘fuck. I thought I said no public place?’

Despite sounding as ‘pissed’ as I could, I still couldn’t believe how we managed to ‘stumble’ into this well-hidden spot at the park, that had an eerily-peaceful ambience made even more enjoyable when void of any human traffic, at such late hours. I was pleasantly surprised at how quickly I became comfortable in the open, yet tiny space. He too, seemed to be at more ease than he could ever be, prancing around for deep breaths of fresh, jungle air.

(He asked) ‘but we are not doing anything, right?’

Right as he was, I couldn’t stop my mind from wandering, about how we could just stand next to each other, and appear ‘normal’, while our hands were busy someplace else. Heck, I could even sit, or lie down, while he did whatever he said he would (or wouldn’t) to me. For a moment, I did felt like I had a corner of my own, that no one except he, knew but wouldn’t disturb.

It wasn’t long after that, he came up behind me, and endearingly placed his arms around me, like I belonged to him. The doubts, and concerns, that my mind used to have, momentarily disappeared in that secret ‘hideout’, thus making me less inhibited than I would any place else.

With little hesitation, I then felt his hands slipped under my oversized, white shirt, heading straight up my waist for my boobs, that are really just ‘plains’. While I was gravely unimpressed by them, his mysterious fascination to them was evident from the way he fondled, and caressed my nipples. I didn’t know how else to describe this weird ‘sensation’, except that I felt a little more appreciated, loved, and perhaps, somewhat proud of my ‘plains’.

Once he gave them their fair share of attention, his arms then dived south for my shorts, which he proved himself worthy by undoing them without too much hassle. Whatever he was doing to me then, has been sanctioned, with a few, strict underlying rules I knew he would abide by.

That aside, you could say that my head was in the clouds when he tucked his hands into my underwear, and made just a few simple up-down strokes to find my delicate, and elusive, pleasure nub. That gesture alone, had actually earned him some points in my ‘naughty’ books.

If not for the slight slipperiness of his fingers, I would not have known how wet I had gotten, though that was expected once he made my eyes rolled back. It was, at that point that a mental image had formed in my head, around the shape of his hand, placement of his fingers, and how gently he pulled his fingertips along the outside of my vagina until he reached the very top (towards my belly button), to stimulate isolate and pleasure my sensitive clit.

To be frank, I had no doubts that he would find it, but to locate it in the first few ‘swipes’, I was definitely impressed by his method. It was so careful, unintrusive, and most certainly, calming when he did it. With my moans sounding increasingly-sensual, he brought his body closer to my back, and it was then I learnt of his ‘needs’, and how he was as hard as I was wet, fitted snug between my butt cheeks.

Without breaking his momentum, I put one hand on my back and let him ‘guide’ me (down) to it, and boy, I have no words to describe its size, or its intensity. ‘Hard’, might be a general term to describe an erected dick but he was squishy as hell too. It was so malleable around my fingers that I just couldn’t stop playing with it, while he struggled to maintain his composure.

After a long time of teasing each other, he finally took his hands out of my pants and moved me to the entryway of the ‘open room’, where we could hear everything if someone was nearby. There, he removed my shorts entirely and sat between my feet, face tilted upwards for my most anticipated part of our rendezvous.

Since I was relatively ‘tall’, I had to bend my knees a little, to let his mouth reach ‘me’. Upon first contact of his tongue on my clit, I immediately threw out his claims of being ‘inexperienced’, as I trembled uncontrollably to his incessant flicks and slurps. Unsure if he had learnt it from the Internet, the forceful suction of air through his loosely placed lips made my vagina lips so cold that it turned a little numb, I actually craved for his warm mouth to bring it ‘back to life’.

From there on, I could more or less make out what he was doing as he tongue-brushed each stroke of the alphabet, from A, to B, to more light-headedness. I did my best to stay as still as I could as he ate me like an inedible oyster, complete with viscous fluids which I couldn’t hold back. As my chest raised and fell like an asthmatic patient, he had the audicity to break contact to ask me a question.

(He asked) ‘Can I put a finger inside?’

In my breathless, agitated state, the only response I could give him was a nod, before I pulled his face back into my groin. Thankfully, I didn’t have to wait too long for him to involve his hand, that pushed a finger very, very slowly up my dripping vagina.

I swear, I almost lost my mind and caved in when I felt my pussy getting filled with meat again, no matter its size. It was that assuring, liberating rush of emotion that I missed so much, yet refrained from indulging in it carelessly. I just couldn’t wrap my head around how he would be the one, to reignite the passion I thought was lost forever.

His tireless mouth, working alongside his eager fingers, soon brought me closer to an orgasm, that I wasn’t sure I had even experienced before. Sure, I had bouts of tremors and shivers, but there now exists a voice in my head, that warned me of something bigger.

Him, being years older than me, made me felt safe enough to ‘let myself go’ and let him take me wherever he wanted, as long as he didn’t stop what he was doing. I just did my best ‘stand’ my ground, as I handed control of my mind to my body and him, and rode through every waves of euphoria he sent through my vagina.

After a few, long minutes, my knees started to buckle, and ultimately lost the strength to hold me up. I gradually sank into the ground, where he shifted himself in front of me to keep two of his fingers rubbing, in small circles at a constant rhythm.

With an impending doom overcoming my senses, I just clung onto his ‘working arm’ tightly as he summoned the most powerful orgasm I ever had, crumbling my body and soul into his arms. Stranded on the dusty floor, I shook non-stop for a long time while he held me close, and reminded me of his dedication to me when I finally turned sober.

(I pleaded) ‘wei.. I didn’t do anything for you wor.’

To that, he smiled at me and held my shorts at my feet, to put them on for me. I didn’t know how else to feel, but I neither could I wipe off that grateful grin on my face. After all that he has done, I think I really do like him.