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A Little Rub

To make up for the lapsed entries everyone has been waiting for, J is publishing a story he just completed. Apologies for what happened, and this will be one of the few (hopefully) this month during the hiatus. Once again, thank you guys for your continual support.

Melinda (whispering): ‘Hey! Not here!’

Rick pushed his way between her crossed legs and she let him, trying to sit lower under the table in case anyone walked past. She had wore the blue spaghetti top with thin straps and a pair of white skirt that has a high slit between her thighs. That particular outfit was bought by him for dates on such free days from their work.

Rick’s fingers pushed onto her matching white panties and caused a moan, where she quickly silenced by grabbing his bulge in response. Stroking his member, she felt her panties shifting to the side and his fingers coming in direct contact with her pussy.

Rubbing away, her reaction was slowly pushing her embarrassment away.

Melinda (whispering): ‘Wait wait.. ‘
Melinda: ‘Umm.. excuse me. Where is the toilet?’
Waiter: ‘Upstairs.’

She grabbed her purse and Rick led the way, spotting a store room that has a sign ‘Staff Only’ on it. Without a word, he dragged her into the room and flipped her skirt, pinning Melinda against the wall and digging into her panties.

Rick (whispering): ‘You’re so wet babe.’
Melinda (whispering): ‘And you’re so hard.. ‘

As they continued petting, they had missed the footsteps coming up the stairs, till the door suddenly burst opened wide. A quick fumble tucked his dick back between the zipper and her skirt was messily hanging on her mid-thigh, while her spag top was barely covering her nipple-sticker-only boobs.

Waiter: ‘C’mon! This is out of bounds.’

Being the last two customers in the resturant, there was no need to pay extra attention to them. They got it all. Shamelessly, the guy fished two pieces of fifty dollar notes and handed to him, before leaving his girlfriend to get her skirt into place.

Melinda: ‘Just don’t report this to your boss k? This is for you.’

Another fifty dollar note was pushed into the waiter’s palm and they hurried downstairs to their belongings.

Waiter (shouting): ‘Excuse me miss!’

Melinda turned back to see what she had forgotten and only saw him pointing at the ceiling. To her shock, an old rotating camera was in the corner and the red LED light was unmistakable.

Melinda (shouting): ‘Wait!’

Melinda (shouting): ‘Dear! Dear!’

The swinging glass door needed no more description as it signalled his departure, leaving her helpless with the waiter who was pissed off by their late night dinner beyond his working hours.

Melinda: ‘Fuck my life!’

Her wallet was empty save for a few pieces of two dollar notes, and the waiter just stood at the cash register finalising their bill.

Melinda: ‘Umm.. I can give you more money.. ‘
Waiter: ‘It’s alright. I’m not after money. I need to go home.’
Melinda: ‘Will your boss check the CCTV?’
Waiter: ‘It records when there are motion detected. Your boyfriend didn’t stay quite still right?’
Melinda: ‘Ex.. I’m so done with him.’
Waiter: ‘Okay. So can I go now?’

She rushed outside the restaurant and yanked the halfway-down shutter, closing it fully. Getting back to her unkempt table, she began stacking the plates with her shaking hands.

Melinda: ‘I’ll help you pack k?’

The waiter did not say anything and joined her, bringing all the plates into the kitchen where they were left in a sink. Without stopping, she began washing them till all the dishes were in it.

Waiter: ‘Excuse me. This is my job. You can leave already.’

He shoved her aside with his hips and took over the washing, while she stood out of sight. Slowly, sobbing sounds got louder but no one paid attention, there were things to be done thanks to her – or them.

Until the sight of her blue spag came onto the dish rack where he piled the plates, only did he quicken and finish the last of them.

He turned around to see Melinda nude, with just a pair of stickers on her breasts. Needless to say, an erection stirred under his work pants and he led her out of the kitchen with her top.

Melinda (sobbing): ‘Can you do something about the CCTV?’

Standing in front of the sweet-looking, brown haired girl, she remained seated after completing her sentence. His belt came undone and pants peeled opened, with a hard object behind his underwear.

With her teary eyes, she began stroking his dick, that had not seen any release in a week. Knowing what she should do, her hand did not stop pumping to get him to groan continuously.

Waiter: ‘Hey, I think it’s okay. I don’t think it’s going to be easy to get me to shoot.’

Her lips parted and a bit of snort lubricated his entry. As she went straight to deep throat, a long groan satisfied him and his hand went behind her head, guiding her into the momentum that was fast but nothing she could not handle.

A hand reached for her boobs and squeezed, making her go deeper for longer duration. The full wrath of her throat was massaging his rod and he was getting so close to demanding sex.

Gradually, moans came and the blowjob was at its full speed, pressing all the right spots for him to cum.

Abruptly, Melinda stopped and caught her breath, before standing up to remove her panties. Those sticky, wet panties only told him one thing, one thing that she got ahead to asking him for.

Melinda (whispering): ‘If I fuck you, can you help me out of this mess?’
Waiter: ‘Then I don’t want it.’
Melinda: ‘Please, you have to help me.’

She lifted her body onto the table and opened her legs, skirt pulled all the way to her waist. She gently held his dick and brought it closer. Using her feet, she pushed him into her and the size of it immediately garnered a tight huge into her boobs.

Melinda (whispering): ‘You’re really big.. bigger than.. ‘

Using the bit of extra meat on her ass, she rocked her body back and forth, fucking the lucky guy without him moving a muscle. Suddenly, he held her still and looked down into her eyes, pulling himself out at the same time.

Waiter: ‘I’ll help you. You can stop already.’
Melinda: ‘Really?’

A nod from him secured her worried state and he helped her off the table. Before he could pull his pants back, she stopped him and wrapped her slim fingers around his rod.

Melinda: ‘At least let me help you shoot.’
Waiter: ‘Hey.. no.. ‘

He could not finish what he wanted to say in that mouth that quickly devoured him, moving way faster than when he received her blowjob out of guilt. This time, it was gratitude and he could feel it in his balls.

Ramming her face into his groin, his hips went to work and moved in sync, pounding at her beautiful face.

Waiter: ‘I’m going to cummm.. ‘

She slid his cock down her throat and held it in place, letting her body squeeze him for the final blow.

*Ahhh*

Choking slightly, his huge load of cum poured into her stomach, where she could not hold him in any longer and pulled herself away. He lined her gullet all the way to her lips with cum, till a few gentle sucks drew the last bit of him out.

The sexed-up duo rested for a few minutes before wearing their clothes back, skipping her panties and stickers for her final outfit.

Waiter: ‘Wait for me for a while. I’ll rewind the tape to overwrite your part.’

He disappeared into the storage room again, and swapped it with a new tape, keeping the ‘action-packed’ one into his bag. There was still lots to do with the old one.

Waiter: ‘Done!’

She gave him a kiss to thank him and hopped on a cab, where he offered to drop her off before heading home. During the ride, the unsatisfied girl was clinging onto him and hinting for him to help her out.

What more could I say when he alighted with her, at a humble HDB flat where she lived with her parents. In a way, the ‘blackmail’ kind of sex turned her on and into a lady that could not keep her panties dry. Especially not with the waiter who found a way to own and keep her at his disposal.

Imagine what happens every night after the restaurant closes.. the banging sounds.. the sensual moans.. the unforgettable explosion in that cutesy looking, pink lipstick mouth..

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Thin Line of Reality

It is a fact that the ring finger has a vein that leads directly to the heart, in fact, all the veins in your body, ARE linked to your heart. But there is a lesser known secret to those veins, pumping blood around your body to keep you alive. And one practitioner it Uncle Harry, the name I know him by. Although I call him ‘uncle’, his knowledge of the human body was more of ‘doctor’.

I remember there was once he invited me to his house/ clinic. It wasn’t those shady drug dispensaries, but rather a consultation place. His place was furnished in the most traditional settings, alter, hanging bird cages, and a hard wooden sofa. Well, the living room wasn’t the ‘event hall’. Another room was where he met his clients, or patients. He was the only person I know, who used centuries old methods, on modern problem, mainly, sexual problems.

He asked me into the room where a bed-like single seater couch was, located right in the middle. It was simple room with three seats, a conductor stand, 8 speakers around the edges of the ceiling, and a huge Mac display. A lady in her late 20s then came out of the attached bathroom in a sleeveless blouse, boyshorts and laid on the seat, giving me a smile that stirred even more questions. But I was told beforehand never to let my voice be heard. We sat on cushion seats beside her, with a pack of condom under my butt.

He then took her wrist closest to him and placed it on his lap, while taking her pulse. He did not use his fingers on her wrist, but the other hand had gripped onto her elbow, where the veins were running through as well. On the conductor stand next to me, were papers with large fonts, bullet points that stated the procedure.

1. Isolate micro-pulse

I know there are a lot of questions to the terms and effects, I will cover them as I go on.

A good five minute was spent in total silence, with the speakers on but nothing was played. A Mac desktop was mounted on the wall, clearly playing with the seek bar moving. It was something I didn’t understand. A scent was also filling up the room, almost driving me crazy in such serenity.

2. Psych

The screen saver disappeared when the track changed, and he pushed his hand on her elbows upwards, stopping at her biceps. His breathing was slow, and she was affected by the uneasiness in the room as well. Somehow, the hum from the air conditioning was enough to drown out the breathing sounds.

3. Redirection

His hand left her biceps and had his index finger bent, sticking a knuckle out before giving a hard push at her inner thigh. Uncle Harry then placed her hand on the side and sat without any contact to her. Suddenly, she began fidgeting and there were more movements at her legs, closing and relaxing in intervals.

At that point in time, the speakers finally played audible sounds and soft jazz music soothed the tension. While I was feeling more relaxed, the lady began to breath faster. He used one finger, to touch her index finger tip, and then her groin. As if a puppeteer, she began to rub herself in front of us and Uncle Harry reminded me to be quiet by placing a finger on his lip. Moans then filled the room up and he gave a nudge on my back, signalling me to put the condom on. I did as he told as quietly as I could, and sat there waiting like another of his patients.

He took my pulse and after she had a climax, a tap on her hand and stomach, allowed him to stop her and resumed the pulse checking. After another agonising five minutes, he started tapping on her wrist and once he felt like it (or some other signs he felt), he did the same tap, but using my index finger to do the second tap.

She held my hand and placed it on her stomach, then going back to her shorts where she split the cutting at her pussy open. Hell I did not even realise there was an opening. Uncle Harry got up and exited through the sliding doors quietly, leaving me alone with her. I did not know what deal they had made, but she was pulling me to help her out. I began squeezing her boobs through her blouse. She lifted her shirt along with the bra, and I went on to suck the milk out of it, though there was none.

Her eyes remained close all the time, but her hands knew where my dick was, and stroke it so it would get harder. I was simply seated and sucking, while she gave me a handjob. Some time later, she stopped jerking me and held my dick with a light tug. Each step I took relieved the stretch on the condom and I was indeed being asked to fuck her. Her knees were raised and I knelt on the unbalanced calf rest. I was just that close to sliding down to the ground. She split her pussy opened with her index and ring finger, using her middle to massage her clit.

I invited myself into her tight hole and was elated to feel how slippery it was. In my head, I only remembered to make as little noise as possible, so not to wake her up. Her legs went around me and I rammed her hard, making her moan loudly and climaxing. Uncle Harry was watching us from time to time through the unfrosted areas of the glass sliding door, but he never interrupted.

We fucked in the same position throughout the twenty minutes session, until I had to cum and waved to the glass door in hopes he would tell me what to do. As expected, he entered quietly and whispered to take the condom off. I pulled out of the exhausted body and unrolled the rubber. He handed me a little plastic bottle and I understood it immediately. I unloaded into it and squeezed out every last drop, while she continued rubbing her clit to relieve the soreness.

Once I was done, he capped it and took his seat, clicking on a remote to silence the music. He then went back to taking her pulse, for the worst ten minutes of my life. There was no music, no movements, just him with his eyes closed.

Uncle Harry: ‘You’re awake.’

He said that exactly when she opened her eyes. Possibly reading her vital signs.

Lady: ‘Yes.’

Uncle Harry: ‘Apply this on your genitals, and drink the rest.’

My mind was screaming ‘WTF’ so loudly. I thought I understood some of what they did, but it had totally lost me there. She stuck a finger into the bottle and coated her pussy with it, and swallowed the rest down. She then slipped an envelope to Uncle Harry and took her leave after shaking hands with the both of us.

Of course, I had asked him what just happened, and he explained to me in details. He was actually fixing a psychological illness that caused her sexual urges to die down. And it is through these veins running to her genitals that he stimulated, to get her appetite back. Her mind had been exposed to high frequency sounds that was playing behind the ‘silent music’ and the taps, confirmed that she was in Class E hypnosis. A type where she could wake herself up if she wanted.

Intercourse was used to jumpstart the ‘cure’, and the bit of cum she swallowed, was for her body to identify, and acknowledge the chemicals in it. He had even created a little thirst for her, on top of the normal turn on. Because of the psychological instructions he had instilled, she would not get pregnant from my load. What an eye opener.

Nonetheless, I am still skeptical about such treatment as it is not medically proven. But the numbers of people waiting to see him, just makes me wonder what magic does he have. Oh, and a similar procedure exists for men as well, but don’t expect a girl to be there waiting like I did. Cause it IS still a personal treatment, not some backroom interview.

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Lesbian Schoolgirls

Girls walking hand in hand is actually quite common, but for Dianelle and Kiki, its more than friendship that flowed through their interlocked fingers. School ended for the two girls and their usual routine started with a visit to one of their houses, doing work together until evening, and then leaving for home. Kiki’s house would always be empty after school with both parents working, and they were used to creating havoc with tidbits and gossips while doing their homework.

Kiki: ‘Hey Dan, want to see something I found in my parents’ room?’
Danielle: ‘Sure! Show me.’

Kiki walked into her room with a wooden box, lock left unclamped on the hinge. The two girls popped the lid opened and started unpacking the toys in it, carefully examining every one of them as they emptied the case.

Danielle: ‘Wow! I didn’t know your parents are so wild!’
Kiki: ‘Me too!’

Danielle turned on the rabbit vibrator and surprised them as it turned around mercilessly, cranking a mechanical sound as it vibrated.

Danielle: ‘Let me try it on you.’
Kiki: ‘Huh! But it looks so scary. I’m happy to just make out with you.’
Danielle: ‘It’s not enough for me. Don’t you want to try having sex?’
Kiki: ‘But we’re both girls.’
Danielle: ‘That’s why this will help.’

Danielle pinned Kiki down after placing the toy beside her on the bed, kissing passionately in the chilled room at sixteen degrees. Both of them were in the track and field team, granting them beautiful toned bodies at their tender age of fifteen. As their tongues reached into each others’ mouth, Danielle had opened her legs to spread Kiki apart. Her hand then went for the toy and clicked it on, running it down Kiki’s nipples, abs and finally on her shorts. Moving the head of the rabbit vibrator up her thighs, the openings of her shorts was pushed opened to let the toy reach her panties.

With a slight nudge, her panties were also out of the way and the tip touched her clit. As much as Kiki tried to contain the shiver through her body, the toy was making its way into her, and the mechanical tone was quietened as it slid up her pussy. In the inconvenient position, the clit teaser managed to find its spot and Danielle pushed the toy deeper, pressing onto Kiki’s clit. In just under a minute, Kiki’s fingers clawed into her back as the orgasm shot through her small body, making a small jet of juice soak into her panties.

Kiki: ‘Wait wait.. let me remove my shorts. You’re making it wet.’

They took a break and removed their FBT shorts, leaving their bare pussy in view of each other. After torturing Kiki for some time, Danielle stopped in desire of her girlfriend’s attention, and girl, Kiki did not disappoint at all. She picked out a strap-on and wore it with some difficulty. After it was secured, a wireless remote was activated and the little hook-like rubber tip vibrated on Kiki’s clit, driving her wild and eager to plunge the toy into Danielle.

Resting her hands lightly on Kiki’s waist, Danielle’s tensed body did not help when the dildo forced its way in, stretching her pussy to its limit as the girth was rather ‘adult’ sized. The whole sensation of a dick being inside her was indescribable, and Danielle was enjoying every inch of it too. Although Kiki is a female, she knew how to work her hips as hula hoops were part of their training. Thrusting forward from a slow pace, Danielle was moaning her voice hoarse as the soft rubber filled her hole satisfyingly.

Kiki was also feeling lightheaded from the vibration on her clit, but it was channeled into energy to pump Danielle faster. What Danielle felt was totally different from their intimate touching. The penis was stroking along each of her sensitive parts and the orgasms were harder and much more life-draining than from her own fingering. It felt so good that she did not want to stop cumming, but for Kiki, she was getting too weak from the clitoral stimulation that gave her no orgasm.

Danielle: ‘Let’s switch. So you can know how good it feels.’
Kiki: ‘Is it really that good?’

They switched positions and the immediate contact of the vibrating tip gave Danielle an orgasm.

Danielle (whispering): ‘Fuck. It’s so sensitive now.’

She got the tip into Kiki and sank the whole rod in one move, making Kiki wrap her legs around her while she pumped her in the most manly manner. Eyes rolling white, Kiki was taking the pounding even better than Danielle. The difficulty in getting the dick inside was a sign that her pussy was tight. But again, that was exactly what Danielle wanted her girlfriend to feel – high.

As the strap-on drove Danielle into a series of orgasms, she was ramming Kiki even harder, fuelled by lust and love. With the both of them screaming and moaning loudly in the room, it was hard to imagine that no one suspected murder. After all, it was pure sensual sounds I guess.

Their bodies were soon giving in to exhaustion but they knew they had to end it nicely.

Kiki: ‘Dan.. shall we try cumming together?’
Danielle: ‘How?’
Kiki: ‘Just go faster as you are going to climax.’
Danielle: ‘Okay. I’ll try.’

The vibrator was turned off and they adjusted their positions, Kiki’s stuck knees together on the side and Danielle parking the dildo while leaning on top of her.

Danielle: ‘Let’s go.’

The vibrator started buzzing and Danielle thrust
her hips hard, counting down to the orgasm as it built up in her pussy. She was a girl who could cum easily and Kiki was the more ‘normal’ one, requiring more time to prep. Once the frenzied attack began, the girls let themselves go and thrashed crazily around, until Danielle yelled out ‘I’m cumming!’ and increased her pace going at Kiki.

Kiki rubbed on her neglected clit as she tried to climax together. After a few seconds of frantic massage, Danielle froze and Kiki watched her as she shivered with her eyes closed. The incoming wave hit Kiki within two seconds and a gush of juices leaked on her bed, forming a darkened patch. Danielle fell on Kiki and they hugged each other while whispering sweet nothings, sticking their wet bodies closely while the dildo kept vibrating, still inside Kiki.

Danielle: ‘You like it?’
Kiki: ‘Super love it. I’ll do it for you next time.’
Danielle: ‘But I like to watch you climax. I cum easier than you, just this dildo alone made me cum more than six times, while you only came half. I want to be inside you.’

After washing and packing the toys back, they cuddled for the rest of the evening and Kiki’s parents invited Danielle to stay for dinner, which she agreed. From then on, they began going pantyless to school and owned their own toys, which was small enough to carry around, coming in useful when they ended CCA. It seemed that the toilet on the third floor always seemed noisy with girly moans after they chose it as their changing ‘room’.

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Carrying

As Nigel sat near the bus entrance, it was easy for him to feed off the eye candies boarding at each stop. His RayBan sunglasses were on in the prime afternoon sun and it served well as a guard, allowing none of those staring eyes to spot him. Just as he got sleepy under the cooling breeze from the air vents, a lady in her thirties appeared after some struggle to get her ez-link card out. In her hands were bags of groceries from NTUC, and even her shoulders were occupied by the environmental friendly cloth bags.

She had knocked onto him as she placed the bags on the platform beside him, but managed to get her card scanned at the next stop. Unable to carry her stuff to the back for a good seat, Nigel shifted himself to the empty seat beside and she smiled sweetly at him, whispering a soft ‘thanks’. Her black hair had its ends curled, running down her shoulders, covering part of the black Mango tank top she wore. Her slightly muscular legs was slim, but not too thin to a scare.

Sitting next to him in that short denim skirt, she looked mature in every way, but her polite attitude was what caught Nigel’s attention. Although he was keen to get himself a shower under the heat, his mind was coming up with excuses to stay with her longer. And after a few bus stops, his pick up skills were put to the test.

Nigel: ‘Can I help you?’

At that instant, the handle of a heavier plastic bag slipped and weighed her down, creating a chain reaction to the cloth bag on her shoulder with streaks of redness underneath. One of the grips had slipped and a tearing sound was heard. With the rest of the passengers staring at her embarrassing delay, Nigel needed no cue to pick the rest of the shopping bags and alighted before her, while she stayed for a few more seconds at the door trying to tap her card out.

Lady: ‘I’m so sorry for making you alight. You can just leave the bags on the seat, I can manage.’

Nigel: ‘It’s alright miss, I can carry them for you. The bag on your shoulder is tearing apart.’

She checked on the bag he spoke about and realised it was so close to giving way. Having no other choice, she spent some time adjusting the bags and he took over a few more so she could hug the more delicate groceries.

They walked a few minutes to her block and he gracefully helped her to the door, so she could open it. Flinging his shoes outside, he made his way in and she quickly helped to lighten his load.

Girl (shouting): ‘Mummy!’

Lady (shouting): ‘Yes girl. Hang on a minute k? I got your ice cream.’

Nigel couldn’t resist but smiled hearing that she had bought something for the excited girl’s voice coming from a room.

Lady: ‘Take a seat. I’ll get you some drinks.’

Nigel: ‘It’s okay. Why don’t you get her ice cream first?’

She rushed to one of the bags and took out a 2 litre tub, clumsily scooping some into a bowl, and then disappearing into her daughter’s room where she spent another few minutes. During the wait on the sofa, he was admiring the beautiful decorated house, until she appeared again, looking even better covered in perspiration.

Lady: ‘Here, have this. Thank you so much for your help. It’s so embarrassing on the bus when everyone waited for me.’

Nigel: ‘Well, that’s how it is in Singapore. Everyone is in a hurry.’

Lady: ‘Except you! I’m Eliza.’

Nigel: ‘And I am Nigel. Beautiful house you have.’

Eliza: ‘Thanks. Would you like to stay for dinner? It’s getting late.’

Nigel: ‘I would hate to impose on you.’

Eliza: ‘It’s nothing. Let me get changed. And you can rest while I cook.’

She went into a room opposite her daughter’s and right then, a girl in her teens appeared, shocked at his appearance.

Girl: ‘Mummy, is that your friend?’

And after that was followed by a softened conversation. She went into the kitchen for a drink and went back to her room, giving Nigel a quick indulgence in her braless-long-tshirt state. Eliza returned to the kitchen in a similar long shirt and he followed suit, helping her to prepare the ingredients while they chatted. Unknown to Eliza, Nigel was a gastro-consultant, apt in cooking and coming up with recipes on the spot.

Eliza: ‘Wow, you are a good cook.’

Nigel: ‘And you are a beautiful mom.’

A flush of blush flashed through her face and she kept quiet, silently glad that she could still appear attractive to the younger generation. As his shirt got stuck on his body from the stove from sweating, he realised that she was standing behind him, watching him ‘perform’ on the wok. His concentration was a little blurry by then, as he could smell the subtle fragrance from her.

Suddenly, her hands went to his waist and pulled his shirt off, running down his chest once she placed the wet t-shirt on the dining table. Slipping her fingers into his shorts, his hard on was frantically rising, as though trying to reach her fingers too. Quickly, he grabbed her hands before they could move further and froze.

Nigel: ‘Your daughter.. ‘

Eliza: ‘Shhh.. I told her to stay in her room until dinner is ready.’

Nigel: ‘But you’re distracting me.’

Eliza: ‘So should I stop? You’re turning me on with your focused look.’

In her mind, ‘no’ kept chanting like a bee’s buzz, hoping he could let her have him for a little while.

Nigel: ‘I think it will keep me energised.’

The buttons on his shorts were undone and zipper lowered, leaving his underwear just below his rod after she tugged at it. Stroking gently while standing behind him, he was trembling from her skilful yet careful handjob. She then leaned her head next to his ears and whispered something that made him twitched.

Eliza (whispering): ‘You are really big.’

Pouring a little olive oil in her palm, her strokes went faster, and Nigel quickly plated the one delicious stir-fried chicken in oyster sauce on a clean plate she prepared for him. Once done, she turned him around and pulled him by the neck to the wooden dining table, sitting just at the edge. He reached backwards for the bottle of oyster sauce and placed it on the table, before sliding his hands under her shirt to remove whatever underneath, if there was any.

Pushing his shoulders down, he grabbed the bottle and tilted it over her groin, dripping a few drops down her pussy. She had not showered since they got home, but it was cleanly washed, with a triangular trimmed pubic. Diving in for the fresh ‘oyster’, he licked her continuously and helped himself to the sauce that lubricated her pearl. Soft moans were coming out of her pink lips, and his dick was dying for some attention.

Standing back up, he was about to enter her when she stopped him, going over to the stove where the basket of veggie was waiting to be cooked. He let her get in position and arranged all the seasoning where she could reach and flipped her shirt to her waist.

Spreading her legs apart, he stood between them and straightened his knees, putting his plug slowly into her. As his olive oiled dick sank into her, her hands could no longer hold onto the wooden spoon. Flicking the fire off, Nigel held onto her waist and pounded her hard, weakening her knees and making her moan with the sizzling sounds from the wok.

Eliza (moaning): ‘You’re too big!’

He used his hand to cover her mouth while giving her the wildest fuck, ramming so deep into her that an orgasm blasted her body till she collapsed to the floor. Still undone with his thrusts, he went down on his knees and doggied her again, this time, closing her legs so he could have a better feel. As her pussy tightened from the ongoing orgasms, Nigel couldn’t hold out any longer too.

Nigel (whispering): ‘You’re getting too tight! I’m gonna cum!’

Eliza: ‘Inside me.’

He reached around her to give both of her boobs a massage and she squeezed him even more. Feeling his dick pumping quicker inside her, Eliza was in the heavens all the way until his load began to warm her insides. He did not stop but kept going until juices were dripping down her thighs. To end their unexpected encounter, he pulled out of her slowly after a few attempts of her backing onto him to keep him inside.

Once he was out, he picked her up and settled her on the chair, while he wore his pants back and finished cooking the vegetables. And as soon as the rice cooker clicked, her daughter appeared and she helped to get the rice, while the awkward pair ate their dinner quietly. That night, Eliza’s mind was filled with scenes of the kitchen sex, having his hot dick pounding inside, closely brushing on the walls of her sensitive pussy, and then replaying the hot load of cum entering her.

After she saw the lights of her girl’s room went off, her fingers went to her clit, and gently rubbed herself to sleep, wetting the bed while wishing Nigel to be sleeping beside her.

Nigel (SMS): ‘Let me know when you are buying groceries again? I can help.’

Eliza (SMS): ‘Sure thing. You can come over to cook for me anytime.’

He took, was jerking himself off while texting her, unknown that she was masturbating to him as well. It was definitely a random encounter and the image of her pantyless with the scent of oyster, was just so tantalising.

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Asumi’s Gift

This is the second part to another entry I wrote for Asumi, a fellow blogger. As this story remains exclusively hers, I had delayed it with the other entry (see part 1 below) until now for all to enjoy. So do expect this entry to be familiar if you had visited her site. 

Part 1 | Part 2

Just a week after our first meeting, Asumi texted me to tell me that she missed the alcoholic treat and politely asked if we should meet one day to get really drunk together. After the short SMS conversation, I prepared something for the next meet up by purchasing a of a newly released magic scent. It was to be used on the next day when I was tasked to close shop yet again. The invitation to head down to the cafe after closing garnered an instant respond from the lovely writer.

Everything happened that night kept replaying in her head despite the busyness of her work and she confessed that she was wet the whole time on the day of our second meet.

I turned off the lights for the bar like how I did every night, while she waited at the first floor, having arrived early. Just as I came back from the main power box, she requested to use the ladies and it wasn’t too much hassle to let her use it either. She brought her tote bag with her and I thought nothing of it, brushing off as a standard make up moment. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, the door she entered five minutes ago, swung opened and her fair skin with the pieces of lingerie blocking out the important areas, forming a poorly visible silhouette.

Immediately, I turned my head around to the pavement where people were still walking past, fearing that she might put herself in danger. Sure, sexy and fun is good, but not when it risked a complaint to the place I work at.

Me: ‘Sumi, it’s too dangerous here.’

Asumi: ‘Relax. I’m not going beyond these tables. And I won’t jeopardise your job.’

She stood right in front of the service counter of the kitchen, skin appearing luminous from the dimmed streetlight behind me. I waited no more and made my way to her, standing a few inches in front of her to breath in the warm and fragrant scent. You guys know how good girls smelled even though they just perspired? From what I could tell, there was a hint of restraint, but it was more for her to manage.

Asumi: ‘You know. Just by being so close to me.. I am having trouble holding myself back not to jump on you?’

Hearing her sweet voice making such nice comments, I opened my arms and she stepped into my embrace. To feel her boobs on my chest was the most motherly thing I could imagine. Those soft, succulent, fleshy breasts were known to be life-giving. And a pair just presented themselves to me. I hugged her in return and unhooked her bra with a pinch, letting them fall silently on the floor. The next thing my hands did was to get on her chest, to hold the pair of luscious fair buns, and kneading them like soft dough.

Her head tilted sideways on my chest gave off moans that was the opposite of our first encounter. Soft and obedient, putting me in a charitable state. It seemed that she understood how cats could get people to keep petting them, by being the cutest little things on earth. Plus, the change in pace that made her impatience detectable underneath those well-behaved actions. I held her chin up and gave her a peck, pulling myself away just as I felt her lips part. She was under my control which was not exactly in her advantage.

Asumi: ‘Feel how wet I am?’

Me: ‘No. You feel how hard I am, without seeing, or touching.’

Asumi: ‘But.. Oh!’

Exactly, she was cute with a pinch of blueness, but not insensible at all. She undid my belt easier this time, and my loose jeans did half the work of getting out of the way. Like a down riding lift, she descended out of my sight, and I felt cold air against my groin. Right after, a warm, slippery vacuum, devoured my dick with a tight seal, like a snake having a mouse for dinner.

She sure took her time and put me in the same state I did to her, sheer desperation and urgency. Asumi only gave me one single stroke, that resulted in a satisfying gasp from me and took her mouth away, smiling as her eyes approached me from the ground.

Asumi: ‘I’ve checked. It needs a thorough clean with alcohol, but the size is right.’

How could it just end with one stroke? I made a dash behind the bar counter for the same shot glass of Bacardi and made my way to her. She snatched it from me and emptied it into her mouth. Needless to say, I was shocked. Was she that thirsty? She squatted down and went down on me again, this time, letting me know where the drink went. The Bacardi had a cooling effect on my dick and the 360 flooding of it made me felt drunk in the shortest time I couldn’t imagined to be possible. Her tongue was like an eel, fondling the shark to taunt it.

Once I had felt the effect of it, I couldn’t help but wanted to have my revenge. I brought her to her feet and kissed, transferring the mouthful of alcohol to me. I lifted her up on the table and took a seat, unable to make out the situation between her legs.

Asumi: ‘Waaait..’

I paused with my mouth full and she stepped lightly on my thigh to slip those satin panties off, colours visible for the first time when she placed it by her side. She laid flat on the table that was joined with another, keeping her heels just at the edge. Without further ado, I began feasting, drooling Bacardi all over as I sucked vigorously on her cleanly shaved pussy. The arching of her back hit the tables against the wall, but there was no cause for worry as it was a steady brick wall we were working out on. I soon got my wish of hearing the continuous erotic moans as I did a sloppy lick, until she decided it was too much for that short time.

Asumi: ‘Do you have one in your jeans?’

Me (mouth full): ‘Umm-hum.’

I nodded with my mouth full. She sat up and pulled my shirt off, while I handed her the shiny wrapper. She tore it open with skill and held it with two fingers between her legs, waiting to help me put it on. Of course, I made my way in and it took some time for it to roll down my shaft, at the same time penetration into her pussy.

Asumi: ‘Let the Bacardi run down your body as you do it k?’

My lips opened and a single stream trailed down my chest, across my stomach and onto our privates, closely connected. As gentle as I could, I began moving and her legs went around me. In our position, we could easily turn our heads to look out of the bar for curious eyes. And it showed to be ‘all clear’ up to that point.

The tables began hitting the walls harder and I was groaning with her, fucking in a drunken state like previous. There was a certain novelty to it as we did it twice in the same conditions – high on alcohol. Just after five minutes, my mouth was finally emptied and I stopped for a change in position.

Asumi: ‘Do you think we can shift there?’

She pointed at a corner with more visibility where customers would seat and I was doubtful about her decision. Still, I had arranged the chairs back to their positions once she was off the tables, so no one would suspect anything. In the short period of time, I managed to sneak out the magic bottle I bought earlier. And going over to where she pointed, my eyes could make out her shapely slim figure, sitting crossed legged facing the glass windows in front, obvious to a point I got a little worried.

Me: ‘Are you sure no one would see us?’

Asumi: ‘I don’t know. But I feel more excited here. What’s that in your hand?’

Me: ‘Oh. Something for you. It’s coconut flavoured.’

I placed the tiny brown bottle in her hand and she uncapped it, giving me little time to warn her not to ingest it. A little whiff was all she took before her body almost lost balance, and a senseless smile appeared on her face as well.

Asumi: ‘This is good.’

Me: ‘I know.’

She sat on the table in a Japanese style but realised that I couldn’t reach her pussy at all. The only remedy was to sit between her legs and tip her pussy over the edge of the table, exposing it for my dick’s entry.

Still holding onto the bottle, she took occasional sniffs at it while I straightened my knees, pushing my dick with the safety helmet on, into her pussy.

The entry was the most sloppy one you could imagine, juicy sounds being heard as I pierced my way in. She was just so wet. Once connected, I pressed her onto the table and began thrusting my hips like the wheels of a locomotive, increasing in speed as I felt her pussy relaxing.

From then on, it was a point of no return. I was pushing myself so hard that her body was trembling non-stop, pussy clenching onto my dick with every orgasms that did not seemed to be more than two minutes apart. Of course, I was no superman. Frequent ‘power downs’ were needed but never once I took a break without giving those pointy nipples some loving. I would pinch them between my thumbs and index fingers, then rolling them with increasing pressure until I felt a sudden squeeze of my rod.

Fun being fun, everything that has a beginning has an end. But in my mind, I hoped that the next phrase would always work – every end marks a new beginning. And I knew I had to work hard for it.

Driving my hips hard on her butt, the meaty gluts had unknowingly created a soft padding with a great rebound. I found myself using less effort as momentum found its rhythm.

Asumi (muttering): ‘I can’t take it anymore.’

I was indeed surprised when I heard that, so I took a quick peek at what was happening in front. Her face was sideways on the table, with the opened bottle in front of her nose. There was no overdose to worry about, but her dripping pussy was contradicting her words.

Me: ‘Okay. I think you had enough too. Let me finish it up k?’

Not expecting a reply, I rammed into her with all my might and her body suddenly picked itself up, groaning in an agony-like state. We understood that it was beyond her already. And I was about to cum as well.

After just two minutes of the insane-mode, I changed my strokes to long strides and before I knew it, the last thrust kept me in her as the condom stretched to contain my semen, deadly yet necessary.

Asumi: ‘Oh my god. I can feel the condom getting filled.’

From what I could see, sticky white fluids were being forced out of the space between my dick and condom, streaming down to her pussy.

Me: ‘Oh shit. I think some might have got into you.’

She showed no change in expression, mumbling softly with only the words ‘safe.. days..‘ audible. Assuming it was no big deal, I exited her tight love hole and tied the condom up neatly. After disposing the evidence, I wore my clothes back and helped the feeble lady get dressed, skipping the lingerie to her clothes.

At exactly one in the morning, we were finally done and walked out of the bar, oblivious to some wandering eyes.

Asumi (shocked): ‘Oh my god! I think I left my bra and panties inside!’

Me (confidently): ‘They are in your bag.’

She opened it and heaved a sigh of relief, contented that she did not forget them instead of fearing not wearing them home. After we separated to make our way home, a text from her came about ten minutes into the taxi ride home.

Asumi (SMS): ‘At first. It was the Bacardi trick that kept me thinking about you. Now, it’s the little brown bottle.’

Me (SMS): ‘I think it is a little addictive.’

Asumi (SMS): ‘Whatever the case, when will you be free again?’

This is a fictitious entry and in no way reflect the character of the fellow blogger, Asumi. In my impression, she is still that lovely girl who simply wanted to share her fantasies and sexual life with her supportive readers.

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