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No One Around 2

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Uncle Tom made his way to the stone seats where the poor girl was left to.. be raped? Peeking into her handbag, her IC showed her sweet 16yo photo (her picture when the IC was made), and DOB – 1992. Taking his old camera phone out, he snapped a few pictures of her with various upskirt positions and pulling her bra and shoulder strap down for even more suggestive photos. Why would anyone stop at photos when the body was right there, to be used or even abused?

Sitting ‘innocently’ beside to check if she was fine, the slight snore and smell of shots were more than enough to tell him what happened. Sticking his finger into her pussy, the mixture of cum and juice were turning him on. There was enough lubricant to go around right? Scanning around for one last time to make sure there was no cameras or people, he pulled his berms down and took the long left unused slab of meat. Doing a half-squat on the floor, the little adjustments to her posture made things a lot easier as he slid his manhood into his first SYT. The tightness, wetness, warmth, basically the whole fucking-a-drunk-young-sweet-whore-in-public thing was the thrilling part.

Despite his age, Uncle Tom was thrusting deep and hard into her, waking her up with the dizziness of the weird sex she was receiving in the middle of sleep. This dick was different from the one she mounted on earlier, bigger, longer and with more rage. Slutty Crystal did love it. Her pussy was pulsating in rhythm as his dick stroked her vaginal walls.

Uncle Tom: ‘You’re awake girl?’
Crystal: ‘Yeah.. you.. are good.’

Hearing that response, he recalled his cum control techniques and applied Tai Chi breathing to it, regulating his energy use and increasing his speed. Soon, her moans were beyond her control and light, sweet moans were becoming his distraction. The grasp on his dick were getting stronger and her pussy was just this close to collapsing from the strength and depth of his pounding.

Crystal: ‘Uncle.. faster. I’m cumming soon.’

With no restraints, uncle went as fast as he could and with a loud grunt, his weapon poured the hot fudge into her womb and literally knocked her out again. Using the street lamps as illumination, he watched his own creampie overflow as he caught his breath.

Uncle Tom: ‘I shall bring you home.’

See? Even an old uncle would not leave her lying there helplessly. With that, he helped her to his place, where a little mess covered the corner, but not too devastating for a guest. At 8am, an aroma of fresh toast and coffee woke Crystal up, only dressed in her tube layer under the dress and an unfamiliar shorts.

Crystal: ‘Uncle. Thank you. I don’t remember anything at all. Did something happen?’
Uncle Tom: ‘Oh no. Nothing at all. You smell of alcohol. Any hangovers?’
Crystal: ‘Yeah. Headache. Do you have Panadol?’

Popping the two pills into her mouth, the effects of the sleeping pills were quicker than usual, falling into his arms once again.

*Knock knock knock*

Guy (shouting through the door): ‘Daddy! I’m home!’

The door swung open and as Ryan stepped into his room, the sight of the girl in just undies and his boxers turned him right on. Closing the door gently, his dad already knew what he was up to…

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No One Around

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Jake: ‘Come on, there’s no one around.’

Dragging his newly met girl at the club, Crystal was walking sloppily against his shoulders. At 3am, there weren’t many people around and the sheltered seats under the blocks were the perfect spot. Still wearing the one piece thin dress, he wasn’t even sure if it was a nightie or dress. Both their hormones were already on each other and the tongue fight didn’t take long to begin.

Jake’s hands were already under her clothes and fingers darting in and out of her soaked pussy. Her moans were soft, but the air from her mouth were heaving directly into his ear. Unzipping his pants, the huge bulge sprang free and Crystal needed no cue to grab it and stroke it. The two sweating bodies were oblivious to their environment, totally focus on each other. Quickly, he pushed her head down and fell back onto the metal backrests as her warm mouth covered his whole shaft, with the tip of his dick right at the back of her throat.

Up and down her head went, dripping saliva all over his pants but at the same time driving his thighs into a series of uncontrolled muscle spasms. Taking her weak body onto his lap, he untied her panties, which was designed with just a knot to secure and threw it into the bushes. Lifting her up with his last concious bit of energy, her waist slipped and went over his dick in one thrust.

Suddenly, her eyes opened wide and received every bit of what was happening. Not wasting anymore of the night, she started bouncing away on his lap, slurping his dick with her juices in every stroke. The slight suction and tightness definitely made the whole process unbearable. Two rounds of the dick-wrenching orgasms later, Jake were at his limit and cummed his thick load into her without warning. Crystal didn’t know that she had been creampied either. No one would be fucking a softening dick right?

She rested for a while more with Jake inside of her and finally fell into sleep on his lap. What could Jake do? Bring her home? Maybe. He carefully lifted the half-trance girl up and placed her on her sides on the stone seat. Looking around to confirm no one saw what he did, the bastard Jake got dressed and left.

Was there really no one watching? It was only 3.3oam, with plenty of time. At the eighth floor, an old uncle saw the whole event and couldn’t help from stroking himself. But now, the young girl was just lying there, waiting to be used. So quietly, the uncle left home and made his way down..

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Princess Tiffany

When Tiffany was four, her mum had left her for another man. Her parent’s marriage was a shotgun, resulted from the thrills and excitement of making creampies. Both her mum and dad was just 24 then, and ever since, it had been her dad to bring her up to a mature young lady. If you had ever seen her, she would be one of those common SYTs in skirts, dresses or just shorts and tank tops. There was something between her dad and her though, that no one knew, cause it had appeared normal to Tiff too.

Once her parents divorced, her dad had been dressing her up, from picking of clothes, to putting them on her. Giving her the little oily massages every now and then, walking around the house in his bare body. So, Tiff learned and did the same. When girls are little, it might not seem much, but when she hits 14, she too, noticed her dad’s penis standing up high instead of the usual ground-pointing stance.

Tiffany: ‘Daddy, why is it standing?’

Dad: ‘When it senses a pretty girl nearby, it will get high.’

Tiffany: ‘Daddy! You’re making me shy! So how do I make it go down?’

Dad: ‘Go and get the massage oil and give it a massage.’

Tiffany went and returned, covering her hands with the fragrant lotion. Sitting on the small cane stool, she began her handjob and stroked it up and down, feeling the warmth and the vigour of a 34 year old man. With that same familiar scent, it was the same liquid that she had been massaged with since young, feeling the warm rough hands running all over her body, playing with her nipples, the rubbing between her butt and the quick flicking between her pussy lips. The scent was bringing all those memories back.

Of course, a fourteen year old giving a handjob in her skin, it was natural to get even harder. Her B cups were jiggling slightly as she increased her pace.

Dad: ‘Tiff, stand up will you?’

She paused and stood with her legs over the stool. There was no hiding that she was wet and dripping onto the seat. Her nipples were as hard as gummy sweets, and her pussy was blushing.

Dad: ‘You’re fourteen. And you can think for yourself. Will you have sex with your dad?’

Tiffany: ‘Yes daddy. You’ve been taking care of me, treating me like a princess. I want to make you happy too.’

He carried her like a new bride into his room and placed her lightly on the bed. Going between her thighs, daddy began French kissing her pussy, shooting his tongue in every directions. The frequent masturbation wasn’t anything close to this, and for the first time, Tiffany creamed some white substance and daddy didn’t even let her see it before licking it all up. Once he felt her love hole getting drenched inside out, he knew it was time to break his little girl into his new world.

Aiming outside her cute little pussy, it was obvious to him that she wouldn’t be able to take it, and a lot of stretching would be required. Poking his pee hole into the slit, the leaking pre-cum was driving Tiffany wild, helping her to relax at the same time. This was way far from fingering herself, her daddy was thicker and hotter. Not long, the widest part of his penis made its way in and all that’s remaining was the four of the six inches.

With gentle strokes, daddy inched in and the little girl’s body accepted it like a perfect fit. The full length of him would reach right to the ends of her and by then, the pain and pleasure had already knocked her out. Taking the small chance, he started sliding in and out of her in normal fucking speed, driving her awake with the ecstasy. Her hands were on his arms, gripping it ever so tightly to manage the overdrive.

Despite the frequent visits to his fuck buddy which was as tight, doing his little girl seemed to have a different vibe and it wasn’t helping in delaying his ejaculation. After changing to doggie style and going fast and hard at the tight cunt for ten minutes, the rock hard penis was at its’ wits end.

Dad: ‘Tiffany, I’m cumming!’

Tiffany: ‘Me too!’

Did he had to worry about impregnating his daughter? Nope. The vitamin pills he prepared every night for her always contain the pill. With that baby issue away, strong dad filled her with his precious semen, to the brim. It was a priceless sight to have his daughter in doggie, slumped onto the bed from exhaustion and watch the cream ooze from the slit.

Falling onto the bed with Tiffany, the two only had smiles for each other.

Tiffany: ‘Daddy, we are doing this every night right?’

Biting her lips and giving him the puppy eyes, the answer was already in both their minds. If one were to be brought up the wrong way, guilt would never come over their usual habits. Is sex all that guys care about?

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Sipping Coffee

It was a pleasantly cool Thursday and even better as an off day. Having no plans for the day, there was only one thing I wanted to do for a long time. I hopped down to the open air Starbucks along Orchard. Getting myself a cup of hot latte was the easy part, and finding a spot to watch people go by, wasn’t. Nonetheless, a seat came and there I was sitting comfortably in the warm morning sun against the cold breeze, minus the traffic noise, my Arc and a book were my companion for the day.

After about 10 pages on my Kobo Guilty Pleasure  e-book, a tap on my shoulder brought me back to the mortal world. Looking over my shoulders, a lady not older than me was signalling to the empty seat beside me and I gave her the ‘go’ nod. Removing my earpiece, I adjusted my chair to give her more space and hopefully to get her name as well. Two books, ice blended latte, iPhone, pretty manicured nails, probably for the spotting event too.

Me: ‘Wonderful morning no?’
Girl: ‘Yeah. Totally. Out to watch people go by?’
Me: ‘Oh no. I’m more concerned about the number of people wearing slippers to Orchard.’

Sweet giggles and we’re off for a good start. I stopped her from giving me her name and that move alone was another conversation topic. Who cares about names in this bustling town where everyone is in a hurry? After about 2 hours bite-size humour and silent reading moments, our second cup of drinks were on the table.

Girl: ‘Do you know where is the closest washroom?’
Me: ‘In there?’
Girl: ‘It’s not really clean you know?’
Me: ‘Gotta be the hotels then. I’ll watch your stuff for you?’
Girl: ‘Do you want to change location? So you can accompany me too.’
Me: ‘Alright. Then.’
Girl: ‘I go first. Royal Plaza Hotel. Umm.. Opposite Far East Plaza. Help me pack yeah?’

She walked off briskly and I stayed to pack up and made my way to the hotel. We haven’t exchanged any numbers and oh my, her phone was with me too. What if I was a bastard? Reaching in a few minutes, I was bewildered why would she pick this? It wasn’t the closest nor grandest. Then, a private number showed up on her phone. That’s even worse, I don’t have her name, details, but I had her phone in my hand.

Me: ‘Hello?’
Girl: ‘Hey! Come up to the eighth floor.’

Did she really go that distance to find a quiet cubicle conducive for some big business? I made my way up and waited outside the toilet on the level. A door creaked and a familiar head popped out with a bare shoulder.

Girl: ‘Quick quick!’

Doesn’t it sound unbelievable? I could hardly recall what she was wearing then. The door was left open for me and the showers were running behind the translucent bathroom glass. It sure didn’t make sense at all then. Maybe I was getting lucky, but in such a luxurious hotel room? She must had a fortune.

Me: ‘I’ll wait for you.’

After 45 minutes, I was already cuddled on that soft bed and reading my book, while she appeared with a towel wrapped around her underwear-less body. She grabbed a new dress from the wardrobe and disappeared into the showers before hopping onto the bed with me, quite like a new girlfriend. Her arms wrapped around mine and leaned her head on my shoulders.

Me: ‘You alright?’
Girl: ‘It’s nice to meet someone like you here. I can tell you are a gentleman.’

The hemline was already almost at her pussy and her hands didn’t help at all, gliding across my stomach and undoing my belt. Quickly, I got up and removed my skinny jeans that weren’t comfortable anyway. While I was doing that ‘striptease’ in front of the bed, she was reaching into the bedside desk for a condom. Her legs were wide open with the fresh Dove shower scent lingering, dress causally left to reveal her lower half of body.

Me: ‘Are you sure?’
Girl: ‘More than ever.’

She lay on the bed while I positioned above her, letting my hips push the untouched hard dick into her wetting love hole. It wasn’t accurate the first time, but it didn’t take the third time to get it right. I was in the most heart-warming place, feeling her muscles relax around my dick. She was getting looser for my entry, but once my hips started thrusting, the tightness returned and her moans turned into screams.

Girl: ‘You’re hitting my clit! Keep going!’

I wasn’t even sure how long I would last, or will I even shoot. Her pussy was a perfect fit for me, not unbearably choking, nor too loosely unsatisfying. Our body kept arching over each other as my shaft brushed along her walls, stimulating every bumps and flesh inside. Her eyes would be closed with her teeth trying to bite her lips but I wouldn’t allow. I simply had to ram it extra hard the moment she opened her mouth for more air. It was like a game, picking up all the timing and signs. Suddenly, her fingers dug into my back and her legs wrapped around me like a python killing its prey.

Girl: ‘Wait wait! Don’t move!’

A warm stream of liquid covered my groin and her body convulsed lightly, which I helped contain with my weight on hers. As the jet reduced, a crazy idea overcame me and I pounded her again. This time, I was just moving my hips, and pressing against her with my body. The spray then regained power and kept flowing till the poor girl fainted with a scream so loud I was certain someone would suspect murder.

Once again, the job was mine to clean and tidy her up. The spare bedsheets in the wardrobe helped and within an hour, she was sleeping naked under the thick quilt and I went back to reading before dozing off. The wake up call wasn’t exactly a call. Her mouth came over and woke my little brother up before going hyper speed for at least fifteen minutes without stopping. Until I released that huge load which I didn’t let go earlier.

*Mmm!*

She swallowed her dinner and went for a shower before leaving the room for a proper meal. I had my questions about the room answered, and the expensive dinner she treated me to was the best dining experience I had. This girl would be a guy’s dream come true to marry. Rich, smart, sexy and faithful. In the end, no numbers nor names were exchanged, and we gone our separate ways.

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Where Am I?

It was no longer a joke when Jenna woke up with her hands bounded onto the four corners of the bed. The mirror on the ceiling made clear to her what she was wearing, or rather, what she was covered in – thin pieces of fabric that did not cover up anything. Scarfs, satin blindfolds, gagballs, silicon dildos.

Jenna: ‘Where the fuck am I?’

She was at a club the night before with her four girlfriends, they had a few strong shots of drinks, and waiting for a cab was all she remembered last. There were no obvious marks nor pain experienced, but she wasn’t that glad in her situation either. Who would walk through the door?

After another two hours, the door click opened and a male in mask and a leather underwear walked in. He loosened the ropes tied to Jenna’s legs and shifted it all the way above, till both her limbs were about 90 degrees from her hips. It was an unmistakable position for sexual intercourse.

Jenna: ‘Who are you? What are you doing to me?’

The burly guy did not reply except stripping down to his underwear and stroking his own dick to full length. Jenna was scared to death, not because of the size, but how long the torture would go on. Would she even be killed after he was done? Questions after questions were blasting through her mind, and she wasn’t even in the mood for anything. Then, the man spoke.

Man: ‘You are not going anywhere. You will be here for some time. Now, just let your body go.’

Following that sentence, he took a toy and placed it on her clit, massaging her in against her will. The vibration started and there was no stopping to the natural response of her body to get wet and high. The oxygen enriched environment further kept her attentive and focus on enjoyment. The ahhs and the ohhs were soon echoing in the room without rest.

After the man decided she was ready for more, he stopped using all the toys and went down for his own tasting. Like a fine wine, Jenna’s young age kept her libido high, and physical response to sexual stimulation quick.

Man: ‘Sweet.’

He positioned himself over her desparate pussy and slipped right in, pumping hard as soon as he entered. With a dick his size, there was no area left untouched inside of her, and though it was no difference from a rape, she was enjoying it. The mental opposition did cause a little internal war, but her body was serving her exactly what she wanted.

As her juices kept flowing, his dick was suffocating from the clench of her muscles. She was literally pushing him to his limits, with that tight hole. For his first time, groans were heard and threw his cum control techique right into the trash, making his hot rod squirt that humongous load of cum into her, pumping every bit of his hormones into her tiny slit. Still unable to pull out of Jenna, he collapsed onto her due to oversensitivity of his dick and had to wait till she had fallen asleep before yanking it out.

Fully satisfied, and a little terrified, the man left her to sleep. Ready to train her up even further for more demands, dinner would be rather in a few hours. What would you guys like Jenna to do? She’s all yours to command and all mine to train.