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Drunken Sleepover

‘Hey, let’s get you home.’

‘Aren’t you sleeping here tonight? Can’t I join you?’

‘No! I am working tomorrow. That’s why.’

She was snoring before I could get her out of the shop, frowns crumpled in some unspeakable headache. Seeing that I wasn’t going to move her anytime soon, I found a corner and laid down, waiting for the dizziness to past before sleep claimed me.

‘Hey.. ‘

‘Why are you here?’

‘This spot is so nice. Bo jio.’

She cuddled me like a bolster, moving her thigh over my groin a few times to find the right position. It didn’t take long before she stopped fidgeting, not because she went back to sleep, but cause something obstructed her.

‘Shit.. ‘

She mumbled as a hand landed harder than it should on my bulge, going so far to squeeze it a few times to check.

‘It’s hard isn’t it?’

Her fingers went to unzip me and I had to shock her awake somehow. Nothing worked better when I gave her boobs a squeeze, accidentally causing her to moan and hold me tighter.

‘Keep going.. but help me take it out first.’

Take what out? I unbuttoned my jeans for her and she wrestled the hard on out of my underwear, and her black crop top was raised above her bra for me to get my hands on them. In the tiny corner, we were engaged in this, weird, drunk massage that got us squirming when we pushed each other too far.

‘Wait. Let me get my pants off, it’s so tight.’

Her eyes were closed when she lowered her tights to her knees, enough for her spread for my eager hand while she continued jerking me off. We never had enough strength to do anything more then, just masturbating each other and listening to our mutual orgasmic noises.

When her hips lifted off the ground, I knew she was near climax and went crazy on her clit. Her teeth sank into my shoulder when she came, smearing juices all over my hand. She slapped her hand over my fingers still inside her and held them still, for the thick liquid to stick on my skin.

Her fingers then pinched me away and transferred as much juices as she could into her hand, before resuming the handjob. The rest of the night was hers to jerk, while I couldn’t go much faster than before for her but she was fine with it.

‘It’s my turn now.’

‘K. In my hand.’

Such convenient answer she gave. I let her finish the job and creamed into her long fingers after a while, leaving them on the floor away from me once I was done. The remaining hours before opening was in a fuzz, except that we woke up fully dressed.

Somehow, we knew what happened last night and went to wash wherever soiled, and she left as if nothing out of the ordinary took place. That night, a message came into my phone at the close, and I knew I couldn’t lock up just yet.

‘Shall we get drunk again tonight? I’ll buy.’

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Childhood Crushed

A customer I remembered serving food to, came running back to the bar in a hurry, standing at the table she sat at earlier deep in thoughts.

(She asked) ‘I think I forgot something here. You’re closed for the night?’

‘Yeah. It has been a quiet night. What did you lose?’

(She cheekily answered) ‘Can I say that I forgot to get your number?’

I couldn’t believe how someone as young as she looked would be so open to ask a guy for his number, but it wasn’t exactly surprising to me either. I had caught the extra long gaze from her when I took her order, and when I set her food down.

‘What’s your name?’

‘Janice.’

‘I’m J. So, you just want my number?’

Her eyes suddenly widened as if I hit some soft spot in her, or accidentally exposing the true objective of ‘getting my number’. She nodded shyly and handed me her phone, where I quickly saved my number and promptly went back behind the counter.

The part of her that, didn’t want our first ‘contact’ to end so quickly, brought her to the food pick up point along the counter, where she just looked at me with a dying urge to say something.

‘Do you want a drink?’

‘I’m under 18!’

‘So no then. Plus, your friend is waiting outside right?’

The girl looking through the glass door wore a plain shirt and floral skirt, donning her shapely figure in an outfit that would do justice to her more mature face. This Janice though, was on the ‘cute’ side with colour contact lenses, and a pair of grey shorts for her bottoms.

‘I want if you can make one! Can I ask her in too? She’s also kinda into you.’

‘So I am something for you girls to share.’

‘NOO!’

She opened the door for her friend who introduced herself as Kate, sitting at the biggest table while I brought three empty cups to them, as well as a bottle of whiskey. That was what I was going to have before heading home, and they had no experience with alcohol whatsoever. As soon as they took their first sips, Janice was lost in her own world while Kate cupped her cheeks in embarrassment.

‘Kate, I am going to turn red too. So don’t worry.’

That particular drink was unlike others, one that let people in on the warmth that would flow right into the stomachs. Janice was the first to get high and she came up to my side, straddling on my lap as if we knew each other for long. There was not one bit of hesitation when she held my face in her hands, and planted a kiss on my lips.

Although I was dizzy, my thoughts were clear. Our kisses lingered on and she wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her tank top over them to tell me to start moving.

‘Janice?’

Kate was taken aback by what her friend was doing and couldn’t understand her loose of control, unlike anything form of craziness she had seen before. Besides sitting there trying to keep her own balance, she just kept watching as I moved my hands up her bra, holding those small cups so gently in my palms.

She took things a step further when she slid a distance away from my groin, using her fingers to pry my bottoms open for the glorious wand. When I raised her bra over her chest, she pulled my face in to feel my mouth on her nipples, while she jerked that impatient dick of mine fast.

(She asked) ‘Do you think I am a virgin?’

‘Yes. I hope so.’

‘Sorry for disappointing then.’

She moved her ass up my legs and swiftly popped my cock in, into that abyss almost make me cum immediately. She saw my agonising expression and sat really still.

‘Okay now? I can imagine that your size won’t be able to handle me.’

I resumed sucking on her nipples while she rocked herself crazy, grinding and slipping my cock in and out to the shocked face of Kate. Sad to say, I couldn’t hold out very long inside of her and had to get her off before I came.

She hopped onto the table and let me finger her till she was moaning wildly, and Kate came over with an unnerving silence.

‘Can I suck you off? I have done it before once.’

If you guys could see Janice’s face, you would tell how shocked she was when she heard Kate said that. Kate went under the table and continued where Janice left, bobbing that painful hard on in and out of her sweet lips. I thrust two fingers after the blowjob began and waited out for her orgasm that was slowly killing my fingers.

‘I’m cumming Kate!’

‘Me too!’

Janice threw her head back and trembled violent in my fingers, while my hips buckled at the force of my ejaculation into Kate’s mouth. The suction between my legs kept going as long as Janice was moaning, and everything came to an end once Kate took her mouth away.

The girls looked at each other, as I looked at Kate swallow my load like an unspoken dare. Right after, clothes were wore back and we headed for our transport home where Kate and I coincidentally boarded the same bus. Janice, was left to take the train alone, and also texting me in jealousy just so Kate wouldn’t steal her ‘catch’.

Let’s just say, Kate’s skorts were loose enough for my fingers to slip into. ;)

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Exotic A’s

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‘J?’

‘Omg! Jo? You really turned up!’

‘Of course. This place is hard to find though.’

‘Hang on, let me open up again.’

The stranger I knew online finally showed up, and true to her words, the tint of bronze on her toned, dark Indian skin made her one of the prettiest, if not, exotic lady I’ve met from another ethnic group. With her tall, slim, model-like figure, no one would believe she was a student who just completed her A levels. It was then I realised how much danger I was putting myself in, with the number of suitors I dare not imagined she would have.

I made us a cup of iced latte each, and went to the far end where she picked to sit – on the floor. Strangely, the same thoughts to sit on the ground ran through my mind but was deemed inappropriate to treat a friend. Comfortably settled next to each other, we spoke about my work in the cafe under the starless sky (as seen through the glass ceiling), engaging in a conversation that had no shortage of laughter and sneering remarks.

As our topic drifted to our past relationships, ‘sex’ came up and it turned into a friendly-heated debate about the rights and wrongs of some fetishes. She was extremely casual in that flare, chiffon skirt and tank top, bearing no regards if she was exposing too much of her legs in my presence.

‘So you have never touched an Indian girl?’

‘No? My exes were all Chinese.’

‘Want to try?’

‘What the fuck? You’re just testing me.’

‘What if I’m not?’

The wink she gave made me questioned her intentions, but at the same time doubt her decision. What if she wasn’t testing me at all, and that was as far as she dared to ‘hint’ without sounding desperate? Wouldn’t I be letting myself down with an obvious cue?

I slanted my body to reach between her legs with my further hand to test ‘water’, and saw the lingering grin on her face maintained its menace. The moment my fingertip touched her panties, she gently held my arm and led me further down, to presumingly where her clit was.

‘I think it would be easier for you if you faced the wall. I can do something for you too.’

The second wink she gave when she said that was the last straw I needed, but I knew she was dead serious about that suggestion. Turning around on my butt to face the wall (with her diagonally across), my fingers were still moving freely on that panties that was getting wetter, while she undone my belt and zipper with one hand.

In that ‘Pyramid Game’ position, our arms went between each other’s raised knees, rubbing and jerking to our hearts’ content. I had never forgotten that she was still a virgin, and that was as close to a ‘one-night-stand’ she’d ever get with me.

Alternate Ending

Her fingers gliding along my shaft kept themselves at a comfortable tightness, making me groan at a calm and relaxed pace. Though I couldn’t hear much of her voice in that shy mood, her quick breathing was all I needed to know that I wasn’t doing too bad myself. All I was allowed to do was to brush her panties aside, to stroke her clit directly. The rightfully pitched moans finally escape her mouth after running my fingers long enough across that slippery slit, setting the mood right for my worried mind that I wasn’t pleasing her enough.

That honed up girl went all out to make sure I came before I tried too hard to give her an orgasm, like a competition that she must win or die trying. True enough, her determination paid off after jerking me so fast that I lost the momentum rubbing her clit, and had to cum after two minutes.

Her fingers closed themselves around the tip at the last ‘moment’, collecting all my cum in her clenched fist until some seeped through her fingers. In that frenzied, confused hurry to contain my load, we made our way to the toilet to wash up, and for her to remove her soaked panties for more comfort.

We spent the rest of the time in the cafe straightening our clothes, while teasing each other about how well we ‘performed’ earlier. At eleven, we locked that place up and made our way home in different direction, summing up our one hour of non-penetrative fun.

I guess this would be what she’d call a ‘one-hour-stand’, which it totally was.

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(cont.) Exotic A’s

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Fuck it! That thought rang so loudly in my head I couldn’t ignore it at all. I got on my knees and dragged her legs to my sides, spreading them to a suitable width at the same time. When she started to grab my shirt to fight back, I instinctively slammed my hand down on her throat, shocking her to a lie-still position which she dare not challenge.

Wading on my knees closer to her groin, I used my dick to push her panties taside, before dipping the tip in to her cries. Her hands around my wrist were just holding me still, to make sure I wasn’t choking her. Nothing she could do would change the fact that I was going to claim her virginity right then and there.

‘J! You’re so fucked if you do it!’

‘But you’ll be fucked first my dear.. ‘

I bit my teeth and thrust my hips forth, slipping into her pussy without so much a hymen to obstruct my invasive jab. It was then she realised that she had already broken it, from all the sports she did in school. From that point on, she couldn’t stop my hips from slamming itself so hard and rapidly on her inner thighs to get that unforgivably, hard cock as deep as I could reach inside her.

The increasing frequency of her contracting vaginal walls only signalled me to go faster, until she showed me her orgasmic face in front of me. Still far from my own happy ending, I leaned forward to raise her feet into the air, for another round of violent thrusts that sent her screaming, in between reluctant moans, for her life.

‘I gonna fucking cum inside you!’

‘No don’t! Please! Don’t!’

Her hands ignored the choke and went down to my belly, in an attempt to stop me. Of course, why would I impregnate a girl out of impulse to mess up my own life? I wasn’t that desperate yet. I kept pumping till the last second, when I pulled out of her just in time to let my cum spray over the black tank top that clung onto her chest so tightly. ‘Good game’, were the only words that came to mind after that intense session with a virgin.

Having done my deed, I zipped up and opened the back door, to drag her out by her hair to dump her where the garbage trucks would collect the ‘used-and-discarded’. With that overly-cheeky and cluelessly-playful girl fucked and dumped, I locked the place up and on my way home, deleted the footage from the CCTV (that was stored on an Internet-accessible server).

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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.