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Sinful Indulgence

Written for Natalie’s Sins.

The zipper of my bralet cranked loudly in my head as he pulled it down my back, mind still unsure of why I didn’t resist when he placed his arms around my waist. The man I barely knew, approached me with a drink I was finishing, and strike up a conversation without even exchanging names. His deep and authoritative voice was all I remembered getting infatuated with, instead of what he was talking about. My eyes couldn’t break away from his charming, bright eyes that didn’t look away despite the few ladies coming up to him. How could I not fall in love with a man so strong willed in the presence of other hotter girls.

In a quiet spot behind the bar, the only light came from above us, illuminating the reddish glow of my skin after having a few drinks. I only watched in amazement as his big hands slithered under my top, and went over my breasts that rose to excited breath of air I took. The rough lips that landed on my neck, left impressions that lingered longer in my unguarded mind than on my skin. Slowly, he was owning me a kiss at a time.

He continued with that mesmerising display of affection for a while more before he turned me to him, and picked my chin up so I couldn’t hide the desire that was showing through my eyes. Without a word, I knew I shut my eyes before he even moved, wanting to know how he smelled up close. When we let our faces touched, a powerful being showed from within the man who smitten me in under an hour, driving me against a wall and taking in his ferocity.

Not sure if it was me to started it first, but his shirt came off one button at a time, until I was tamed by my fingers running across his abs. He didn’t interrupt my moment of tranquility until my eyes were back on his again, suddenly aware that he was actually alive and there.

‘Oops’, I chuckled playfully and he forced his hands under my skirt, skilfully locating and peeling those wet panties off my feet. I love it when a man raised my knees to his hips, and even more so when he lifted me off the ground into his arms. We were making out so crazily all the time he undid his pants while I was hanging onto his neck, somehow increasing my desperation for him.

When his raw dick rubbed against my pussy, I knew he was ready and let him did the rest of the work. Using the wall for support, he raised, and let me slide over his thick shaft. The following scene would be what I have always seen in R21 or M18 drama, where a couple would be fucking so intensely in a corner without exposing their privates.

My skirt was hiding his kinky part pumping lust, and his sturdy legs were jerking rapidly at my pussy. He was just so thick and long, making me feel like his personal pornstar in that alley. I was having these orgasms that drove me so close to fainting, but he would bring me back to my senses with his graceful thrusts.

We were there like forever, losing count of how many times I climaxed, while he was groaning louder and louder. I had no idea how long we have been there, but when he let me onto the ground, I knew he was more sober than me, who would otherwise let him fuck till he creamed inside me.

My weak knees gave in at the worst, or best time before his feet, and I naturally wrapped my fingers around his cock to guide it into my mouth. He did not even touch my head during the blowjob, and gave me the cry I had been waiting for since I went down on him.

I took his wet cock out just when he fell forward on his hand against the wall, jerking him over my shoulder till hot cum spewed over my back and down my spine. I was so caught up in seeing his vulnerable side that I didn’t stop until he begged for me to. I am sure fellow ladies understand how empowered I was when I could make a man so confident beg for mercy.

I didn’t keep torturing him then, and got back on my feet to get dressed. He wiped his cum off my body with a handkerchief, a sight that was lost to trend and social norms. We were back into the bar before we knew it and it was just at that moment, where my boyfriend picked me up for home.

When I saw a girl holding his hand in a manner reserved only for lovers, my heart felt at ease, knowing that he had found someone deserving of all that suaveness, apart from me.

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Nocturnal Sins

Written for Natalie’s Sins.

‘Hi there! I’m Bryan! What’s your name?’

‘I’m Natalie.’

The hunky guy in a grey hoodie over his white shirt and black pants found himself seduced by the tight blue strapless dress Natalie wore, cleavage plunging so deep into the braless chest every men had surely caught a glimpse of.

‘Let me get that for you.’

He raised his index finger for ‘a minute’ of her time, turning his mesmerising broad shoulders towards the bar where the crowd of thirsty clubbers have yet to get their drinks. Natalie’s eyes were all over him and didn’t even turn her head when her boyfriend walked up and spoke to her.

‘Who’s that?’

‘Just someone who tried to chat me up. He’s getting me a drink.’

‘And you just let him?’

It wasn’t the first time that happened and the incident that she, his girlfriend, was found outside his doorstep unconscious, had been troubling him since. The checks he went with her got him so worried for days, though she kept reassuring him that nothing would go wrong.

Bryan got back to her a few seconds after and her boyfriend moved behind him, still within Natalie’s line of sight. His jealous looks became serious when she gave that stranger a kiss on his cheeks, sending her love storming out of the club shaking his head. Holding the new cup in her hand, they talked about lighter topics like their jobs, and if she liked doing chores.

As the night went down, the music went up, to a point they couldn’t hear each other anymore, and had to leave the place. It was when he took a smoke that she stared at him mindlessly, admiring that ‘coolness’ like a little girl. Both of them weren’t drunk nor tipsy, and they could make out what those little expressions they were giving to each other.

She couldn’t care less about her boyfriend’s tantrum, but beyond that, she knew he wasn’t wrong either. Bryan actually looked more mature than him, and had everything she could only dream of, in him. What her eyes saw then had sufficiently made up for what her heart desires.

‘How?’

‘Sure!’

Answering a question she didn’t hear, she found herself stepping out of the taxi into the lobby of a budget hotel, though way out of the red light district. After he checked in, she was helped to the room as she felt weaker, making it through the door before she collapsed on the bed. A click into the cardholder flooded the room with cold air, briefly chilling her until he climbed on top of her.

Making out passionately with her one-night stand in the dark, he quickly found the zip by her rib and pulled it down, loosening her dress so he could remove it under his body. His clothes were removed piece by piece, until he was just in his pants. As his face disappeared to her closing eyes, a pair of warm hands cupped her bare tits and were massaged with forceful squeezes. Taking turns on each side, the twinkle of his belt freed the last and final part of his outfit, touching her belly a few times when he bent lower to use his mouth.

With both boobs together, his lips took them one by one into his mouth, licking and sucking her nipples so hard the pain was causing them to get even more sensitive. He was relentless when it came to those melons, teasing them till the stiff erections embarrassed Natalie.

‘Turn over now.’

Her whisper flipped him on his back and it was her turn to play. Sliding down to the carpet, never had she seen any dick so beautiful, with the backdrop of a window behind that hardness. Pecking her way up, she devoured it and grinded her teeth to get his full attention, before replacing her pearly whites with her lips.

Her head was moving up and down faster as she sensed herself getting wetter, to the size that was expanding in both directions in her mouth. He smelled so clean and tasted so vulnerable, especially with that unstoppable leak of pre-cum.

‘Okay. That’s enough.’

He got her up and threw her onto the bed, sinking that lazy girl into the soft mattress. Getting on his knees behind her, he didn’t restrain any urges when he grabbed her hips violently, jerking higher and abruptly piercing through that smooth ass. The tension in her clenched fists of the bedsheets only got him more excited, plugging her pussy over and over again.

Natalie was always one step behind his intentions when they shifted to the windows, chest pushed flat as her life was fucked out of her brains, vision in blur streaks of light. It was undoubtedly one of the best sex she had in a long time, without any shame, as exclaimed by her screams midway during the window fuck.

‘Sit on top.’

She hopped to the dresser in his arms and his dick was back inside her again, rocking the cups and kettle as hard as his thrusts. Her feet and arms, were around him throughout that intense love-making. She was surprised when he carried her in that position to the bed, falling on top of her like the moment they stepped through the door.

‘And now.. for the finale.’

By the edge of the bed, her legs were in the air, and fingers interlocked behind his neck. A swift stroke of his hips sent his cock tearing through her pussy like a virgin all over again, shocking her with pain and depth that she had wet dreams of. The abrasion and soreness barely hindered her moans for him, keeping him on his toes till he couldn’t take it anymore.

‘I’m going to.. ‘

‘Inside me!’

‘You sure?’

‘Yes!’

Her feet tightened around his waist as they joined as one, exchanging her sensual gasps for his huge loads of cum that poured into her in waves, until they were spilling out around his circumference. On his way ‘out’, the vacuum in her pussy sucked everything back and Natalie was back breathing normally, like a sleeping kitty.

‘Don’t wash it. Sleep with me.’

She didn’t want the only warm body to leave her side and he couldn’t be bothered with the mess anyway, joining her for a sleep till daybreak. Her phone rang non-stop for a few hours that night, ignored on silent mode, unnoticed on the floor. The words ‘faithful’, ‘love’ and ‘girlfriend’ didn’t deter her at all, as she slept soundly like a long time ago.

The next morning, Bryan woke her up and brought her into the shower, spending a good fifteen minutes washing themselves. They only kept the ‘play’ to their hands and nowhere else, leaving the bathroom wet and cold after they both came once.

‘Bryan, we need to get the morning-after for me.’

He nodded in silence and they got her medication, a tidy pack of six for emergencies.

‘Can you keep the other five for me?’

That half-awake man took a second to process that information before his face lit up with a smile. The two exchanged numbers and hopped on a cab one after the next, leaving for home where questions about their whereabouts will be waiting.

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Ind-Cock

(Cyn asked casually) ‘Rishnan, do you have anyone you like now?’

‘Not really. I’ve been so busy with work. Tonight’s dinner is one of the few I can afford to enjoy, then I’m back to work again.’

‘I see.. tonight’s dinner is good though! I’ll sit in the back to rest for a bit k? I’m so bloated!’

Cynthia went out of the car door to the back, where the Indian guy joined her after bringing their bags to the front. They continued their conversation about her recent breakup, with the guy who happened to be his best friend. All she could think of was, if she had fallen in love with someone else, or if it was just a crush that would disappear. The long absence that cannot be avoided from his work made things even worse, to a point that a separation was the best choice while she sorted her thoughts out.

(Rishnan asked) ‘So you’re not going out with anyone now?’

‘Nope. Unless you count yourself as one? Haha.’

It was hard to resist the allure of a Chinese girl, especially having seen her in a bikini and those skimpy outfits whenever they went out, be it in groups or alone. If it wasn’t for his friend, Rishnan would have gone all out, on wooing her.

When she decided to unbutton her shorts to let her ‘belly’ free, the sight of a red panties got him instantly hard. Besides that ‘sneak preview’ of her underwear, the loud red bra showing through her loose tank top only made things even more unbearable.

(Rishnan asked playfully) ‘Have you ever had an Indian boyfriend before?’

‘Nope. But I have thought of that before. Why? Your question is very suspicious!’

‘Haha! So you understood huh?’

(Cynthia grinned slyly) ‘Maybe?’

Cynthia gave him a cheeky smile and raised her feet in the air, hanging them in front of him for his hands to reach her shorts. With some struggle, they eventually came off, and then quickly followed by the rest of her clothes. Rishnan only removed his shorts since there was nothing interesting ‘above’. A long, thick cock swung before her eyes as she tried to imagine if it would fit, but they both knew that there was no real need to ‘imagine’.

(He asked politely) ‘Why don’t you start first?’

He sat upright with his feet on the floor and held her head gently, bringing her face to his dick that was twitching on its own. Letting her lick the sides at her own pace, she was enjoying the soft gasps whenever her tongue touched the tip. After a minute, her mouth went over the top and devoured him whole, slurping loudly as she went down on him.

No one, not even herself, was aware that she had a ‘thing’ for mild-violence, though some of her exes did notice, and took advantage of that to coax her into their fetishes like public sex and messy face-fucks. It has almost become a natural response (which she greatly indulged in) for her to get extremely wet whenever anyone grabbed her hard, and painful enough.

Since his dick was too long for her to ‘eat’ without choking, he kept one hand stroking the lower part while pushing the back of her head rhythmically, somewhat forcing her to sync her breathing with his tempo. With each inch dipping deeper into her throat, it was only a matter of time before he was gagging her.

The breathlessness following the soreness in her throat was causing her to tear up, but he didn’t seemed to be stopping anytime soon for her. After she almost vomited from an extended time with his dick down her throat (and taking each breaths through his pubes INTO her nose), he let her go and shoved her upper body down on the seat.

(Rishnan groaned) ‘Let’s give you my Indian dick now.’

Cynthia’s reaction to slow him down were futile once he held her wrists to the sides, and went into missionary without any intention to put on any protection. Her opened legs could only reach his waist, and it didn’t take more than five seconds for the tip of his penis to come in contact with her pussy.

Oh shit! Thoughts of her last period and the days leading to that night suddenly made math so important, except that he wasn’t going to care if it was an ‘unsafe’ day. His cock pierced through her dry lower lips, forcing it inside while he made small thrusts to get her wet.

It wasn’t until three or four minutes later did she got wet enough, and it was a rampage from then on. His thick shaft brushed across her delicate inner flesh lining her vagina, sending her into a state of trance in very little time. Thankfully for the privacy of his car, her screams were kept within the vehicle, the same going for his groans of disbelief inside that tight hole.

Every inch of their genitals were receiving the complete set of pleasure from the intense sex. From her hair being pulled as he hammered her pussy, to her knees being raised to her chest while he pounded her feeble body in long, rapid strokes. Cynthia had never doubted the power of a huge cock, but it was another thing to experience the wrath of it in person.

Before she knew it, orgasms were knocking her out in queue, bombarding her senses till they were exploding like firecrackers going off in the car.

(Cynthia moaned) ‘FUCK YOU RISH!!!!’

She tucked her arms into her chest as a shiver grew violent, squeezing his cock till he lost control of his body.

(Rishnan grunted) ‘I’M CUMMING! ARGHHH!’

The bear-like groan came and he pulled out of her abruptly. Her head was swinging forward before her consciousness returned, and a wet, slimy cock penetrated her mouth to her throat without so much a gag. She found her face getting smashed repeatedly against his groin until she sobered up, and the chokes returned.

Still, the agonising part didn’t last too long when he came into her mouth, huge load accumulating under her tongue while she tried to make sense of what just happened. He pulled her away after he was done and pinched her nose, so she would swallow and then pant deeply for air.

Though she didn’t expect him to be so violent, it did get her wanting more. Not able to handle another round of ‘abuse’, she kept quiet and waited for him to calm down.

(He asked) ‘Shall we get going now?’

(She answered) ‘Uh huh.’

He went to the driver’s seat without his pants and started driving, leaving her in the back to dress herself. When they arrived at her void deck, she left his car and waved him goodbye. Lying in bed after a shower, the ‘experience of an Indian dick’ suddenly lost its appeal, and she couldn’t find anymore reason to meet him again.

And to think, he was the person that she broke up with Kisho in confusion, everything suddenly didn’t seemed to matter anymore. Single, will she be for now.

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Nat’s One

‘Oh my god! You’re NatSins? No one else here knows!’

‘Shhh! They only know I’m a reader of your blog.’

The group dispersed after the BBQ I organised for a meet-and-greet, the last two guys leaving after Natalie shooed them away. We tided the place up and washed whatever needed before resting on a bench, under the shelter overgrown with crawling plants. The few sticks of satay and hot dogs were finished quickly and we were left with a quarter bottle of Jack Daniel’s, sponsored by one of the participants.

‘So do you know the girls that came tonight?’

‘Nope. I thought they were friends of the guys or something. I’m just glad I ordered enough food.’

‘Haha. Thought you have a lot of flings since you write that much.’

‘Nah.’

We sipped the cocktail from plastic cups and she dropped a hand over my lap, squeezing and rubbing me with an obvious hint about an idea. I chose this particular corner in my condo because it was dark enough, for those who were planning to get drunk and still appear presentable. Since it was a public place with that big a gathering, I didn’t really thought about having any fun here.

Nat, on the other hand, was different in terms of her open sexuality. It didn’t take her long to unzip my shorts and fondle that neglected rod, probably grilled by the long-term close proximity to the charcoals. The short tennis skirt she wore rose to her hips easily, and my fingers were busy rubbing her out in the similar g-strings she sold through her blog.

As the lights went out at eleven, she got brave enough to straddle on top of me and spent some time to cap me on, placing safety above lust when the time came. When she started riding me, I was astonished by her graceful hips movements that was stroking me on all the right spots.

The ‘belly dance’ really made me groaned so daintily that I was soon bewitched under her control. She knew how to moan and it did caused me to grow bigger, a sign only she could confirm. The slender waist, twerking on my groin, could never be forgotten no matter how drunk I was.

‘Let’s try doggy here. I’ve never done it on a bench.’

She stood up in the middle of my enjoyment and stood over the wooden plank, supporting herself on her elbows resting parallel to the ground. I kneeled on the narrow width and slid right into her pussy, meeting the vicious back-thrusts I recalled watching on her site before. There was no way I could break free from her when she bumped me back and forth, drilling my cock balls-deep into her.

The moans coming from her got stronger in the whispers, and I was completely dazzled by her strong hips movements. She was slowly getting tighter on my dick and I was sure she kept me at a near-cum state given how skilled she was.

‘I can’t take it anymore.. gonna.. cum..!’

Her ass slammed on my groin flat and it set off my bomb as well, purging my load into the rubber that filled up with heat quickly. Her back was bending up and down to the orgasm and I just kept pumping to every squeeze of her vagina.

We spent a good minute in that pose before I pulled out of her, and she climbed back over the seat to readjust her skirt. The kind lady helped with the ballooned condom and dumped it in the bin, while I dried the joystick before clothing it.

‘You can tell everyone you fucked NatalieSins now. They’re too late.’

And that’s why I wrote this for her. ;)

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New Fun

‘Hey, are you Jo?’, a feminine voice got his attention and he looked at the lady clearly years older than him. She held onto his elbows to direct him once she confirmed her partner and walked straight into the mall. ‘Where’s Jason?’, Jo had to ask out of courtesy since he was the one who contacted him for a threesome. ‘He’s following us from far. Don’t look’, she walked proudly among the crowd staring at their obvious huge age gap, making Jo so afrid of seeing someone he knew.

The maroon dress she wore wasn’t too short, contouring around where made her sexy. It also had a velvety feel when she hugged his arm too tight, feeling boobs so soft as he could imagine them to be. There was no way anyone could tell how sexy she was compared to the photos Jason sent him. He could only see the ‘lady’ in her instead of the depicted ‘horny wife’.

They went into an apparel shop where the only staff greeted her. ‘Ehh. So long never see you!’, her conversation was interrupted when she looked behind them, as if seeing someone she feared.

‘There’s no customers?’, Jo’s girlfriend for the day asked her friend who went back behind the cashier. ‘Nope. Business has been quiet lately’, she looked at the POS monitor and opened a log book to carry on with her task, while the couple browsed through the merchandies.

When Jo spotted a top that had so many straps on its back, he just had to take it out to see clearer. ‘How do you even wear this?’, his genuine question needed not much longer to get an answer to. She took his choice and led him into the changing rooms, curtains acting as doors in the small outlet.

Metal clanks came from outside and the staff was speaking to someone else immediately. The lady Jo was in the changing room with is the wife of another man, ‘Jason’, as he knew. The dress looked gorgeous on her and turned to the full length mirror to check herself out. ‘Can you see how low must you go before you can see my panties?’, she watched him through the mirror with a grin.

Jo squatted slowly and did not say a word until he saw her puffy mould, right between her thigh gap. ‘You didn’t wear any’, he stammered and watched her bent forward to the mirror. Her feet shuffled backwards until her pussy was stuck right in his face, and the curious boy leaned closer for a sniff. It was a childhood scent of Johnson’s baby wash from what he could remember. A tinge of wetness lined the curves of her under lips and he swiped his fingertip slowly along the valley.

The strand of stickiness stretched until he pulled his hand further away, breaking the chain of pleasure. ‘Do you want to lose your virginity in here?’, she asked in a cheeky tone. ‘I don’t know. Maybe not?’, his doubtful voice was completely understandable and she did not force anything on him either.

The cushion stool in the corner was brought behind his legs, giving him a side view of her upcoming plan. She pulled his jeans down and patted loudly on the stool. For ‘Category A’ seating, he watched her kneel between his legs and tied her hair in a high ponytail, holding his rod like an experienced wife.

It only took her a finger going under his foreskin to unravel his erection, pointing excitedly at her. She actually blow air out before taking his dick into her lip-sticked mouth, holding it in while saliva gathered at her jaw. When his rod appeared again, it was completely wet and his innocence were never seen again.

Leaning backwards in shock, his head went dizzy from her rapid lip movements, sliding up and down wetly over his shaft. The curtains opened a little for an eye peeping at them but none of them realised that at all. Jo couldn’t stop groaning despite knowing they were in ‘public’ given how heavenly her tongue was swirling around his dick head.

Sucking harder on her way ‘up’, popping noises heightened his sensitivity around the tip. When she circled around the underside of the little hood, his eyelids pried themselves open with a deep gasp. Her lips relaxed after a few minutes into the private performance and his dick was dipping in a warm orifice at a constant speed.

She had caught the timing perfectly to transit into the next phase, reconstructing a ‘pussy’ with her mouth. Jo then had recovered his composure and was admiring her taking his long cock, occasionally pausing throat deep on him.

Her pace gradually increased to send him back to his pitiful groaning mode, hands gripping the sides of his chair tighter. In under five minutes, his feet had clamped at the base and toes were curled beyond its usual angle.

‘Shooting shooting!’, his poorly structured warning only pushed her to go faster, tongue joining in the fun gliding seamlessly under his shaft. Once his chest flew forward for the first squirt, she sank her lips down to the groin where his dick starts. There was no bit of genital showing when the rest of his cum flowed out of his rod, confusing him for a moment about whether he actually came.

Her hands finally came into the picture during the last pump, fondling his balls to get two more squeezes. Drawing away from him, the cleanest cock showed up and shrunk down fast. She wiped her mouth as if he came a lot and acted normal to fold her own dress.

‘Was it a lot?’, he had to confirm that his tiredness came from the amount he gave her. ‘Uh huh. And I can still feel them inside’, she gave him the loveliest smile and went to the counter ahead of him. Her friend cut the tag off the dress Jo picked for her, and steamed the lower flaring part that was crumpled.

Without making any payment, they left for the area that she found Jo waiting earlier. From the corner of his eye, he could spot a man entering with his card in his hand, ready to make payment for something. Jo bought her a StarBuck drink while waiting for a text to go into her phone.

Jo never felt this confident and relieved, especially when he himself was filled with worries and confusion about how things might turn out. She, Ella, had let him experienced a taste of a woman not afraid to lead and take charge – even if she was a submissive one with her rightful partner.

This entry is an appreciation for the owner of Josecantstopwriting, who showed me the upside of Tumblr’s mention-and-reposting system. He has rightfully obtained permission to post the stories I’ve written for him in full, and it is an eye opener to see a method of sharing that work around infringement of intellectual property.

Apart from those who have obtained their exclusive rights to publish my works on their sites or elsewhere, I still stand by my principles for others to post excerpts of any works from any writers. So to bring readers back to where effort has been put in to deliver content in the authors’ ideal reading environment – their sites that is.