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New Birth, Day

‘Happy birthday Jenna.’

Jason handed her a Hello Kitty soft toy from McDonald’s just before he turned off all the lights in the cafe. For the 19 year old girl who had everything, he had no idea what to give her for her birthday. Instead of thanking him, tears started to swell up in her eyes and she broke down to his disappointment.

‘Eh. I know it’s just a cheap soft toy la. Don’t have to be so sad what.’

‘No! It’s just.. it’s the first present from the person I like.’

‘First present from the person.. oh! Umm.. Thank you?’

‘You stupid idiot.. ‘

He brought her to the sofa seats and stayed by her while she cried her heart out, in the arms of her supervisor who was almost five years her senior. He wasn’t someone who could be bothered with such child-like crush but he couldn’t brush it off as a joke either.

(her asking in tears) ‘Can I kiss you?’

‘Wah. Want another birthday present ah?’

He gently lifted her chin up to his face and closed in for a kiss, which she went buffet-style and squashed his cheeks together with both hands. Something broke loose in her that night and the two colleagues were suddenly making out without any self-control.

Jenna took her denim jacket off and slapped his hands over her breasts, squeezing them herself (with his hands) to let him know, she was his that night. As hyped as he was, he knew his limits very well and didn’t move much on that delusional birthday girl.

‘Are you scared?’

‘No. I’m not. I know exactly what NOT to do.’

‘Fuck it.’

‘I can’t!’

The next thing he saw, was her shirt going over her head, bra getting unhooked from behind just so she could placed HIS hands over her bare chest. He only lost his mind when she put up a fierce fight to wrestle his cock out, pumping it in the dry skin it was in.

‘Can you at least put some saliva over it? It’s painful!’

‘Yes boss!’

She turned her head down and let a blob of saliva splat in her palm, before resuming the sloppy handjob. Since she was kneeling to match his height, he had the space to unbutton her shorts, and lower them enough to slip a hand between her legs to rub one out for her.

(her whispering) ‘I won’t regret fucking you tonight.’

‘But will I?’

‘No you wouldn’t.’

She stopped him from getting up and straddled over his lap, brushing across that solid hard cock with her moist little pussy. The way she held his cock upright under her opening, he couldn’t figure out what was she doing.

(him wondering) ‘Can you get it in?’

‘Duh. I just want to do it right for my first time.’

‘WOAH WAIT! First time?’

‘Oops! Too late!’

The little hood of his cock had infiltrated her young mind and there was only one way out – to head all the way in. The faces she made as the rest of him slid into her were unforgettable to say, if not cute.

(her asking) ‘What do I do now?’

‘Lift yourself up a little but don’t let it slip out.’

‘Okay. And then?’

He straightened his arms along the backrest and started ramming upwards, pounding that sweet pussy all wet and tight beyond her capability to keep it down. Her crazy moans echoed loudly in the empty cafe as he went faster, till she suddenly slammed her face down into his shoulder – for a bite when her very first vaginal orgasm hit her.

Jason endured that ringing pain and carried her to a higher table, where he continued ramming all of his 7 inches into her body. During the last lap to his breaking point, he never stopped kissing her so she would remember how it would feel like to make love.

(him whispering) ‘Cumming soon.’

She nodded with her lips on his and let him plow her insane, till the moment he pulled out.

‘Let me take it in my mouth. I want to taste it.’

‘You sure?’

‘Uh huh!’

He went to her head and held her face still while making the final few strokes, dipping just the tip into her lips for the creamiest explosion she could not imagine how that two balls could contain so much cum. Jenna started swallowing even before he was done, and remained very still the last squirt exited.

In a flash, he helped her up and went into the toilet together, wiping whatever little mess they created. That night, he booked a hotel to celebrate her birthday, where they made full use of the remaining hours to accustom that newly deflowered pussy of hers, only sleeping when the sun was up.

A give and take birthday huh?

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Untangled Love

‘Hey! Remember me?’

‘Janice right?’

‘Yeah! I’m going to have an ice latte.’

The brown-haired poly student came in at the last order and studied at the table right outside the bar till I finished closing up. Since I was with another staff then, I had to go through countless winks when I told her I would lock up later.

‘Hey, you okay? You’re like zoning out most of the time.’

‘I guess so. Some shit just happened between my boyfriend and I.’

‘Whoops. Sounds tricky.’

‘Nah. Not really. I just thought you will make a good listening ear since you don’t know me that well.’

We sat at the bar table and spoke for a long time in the most ‘romantic’ setting ever, sipping green tea mixed with some whiskey and listening to emo-mandopop. As expected, she crashed at one point and couldn’t stop sobbing, even after I let her straddle over my lap like a little girl.

(me whispering) ‘A friend once said this to me, 你要找个你不舍得对她生气的女孩.’

Her arms wrapped tighter around my neck for a while more before she finally pulled herself together, and kept her body at an arm’s length from mine. The ensuing silence that came along with the long stare, snapped when she brought her lips upon mine, further confusing me in that kiss.

Suddenly, lust seemed to have overtaken her broken heart after she shoved my hands under her shirt-dress, squeezing my fingers over her bra. Feeling more like the ‘victim’, my erection disobeyed my morals as her passion could be felt through the tongue that slithered wetly through my lips.

‘Even you appreciate me better than him.’

‘Hey hey. We should stop before things go out of hand.’

‘You won’t stay with me until I feel better? *whispering* The bra clasp is in front.’

My index and thumbs freed her breasts so I could give in to my horny self, reaching under her bra to caress those juvenile cups sensually. Her hands worked hard to undo my pants, prying those zippers apart just wide enough to whip my cock out.

She then proceed to hold her panties to the side while she wriggled her ass into my groin, where my cock was pushed downward so it could enter her.

(her moaning) ‘Fuck *sighing*.. it feels so good to do it raw. Such a pity he won’t feel this.’

I was seriously going crazy about what she was doing to me, ignoring my thoughts (which she totally should xD) and NOT using a condom. I picked her up and placed her on the table in front of me, before I commenced the sex that threw her backwards on her hands.

Under the incandescent light, her skin glowed with sex, as well as her moans that was causing me to take things slow. My hips, they were thrusting in the most graceful strokes I had ever done, sliding in and out with its full length to make sure we covered all the bases. Her eyes, they were staring at me so seductively, especially with the lip-bite that looked so tantalising.

‘You’re quite good at this huh?’

‘Excuse me, I’m much older than you.’

She gradually laid on the table as I moved faster, flipping her dress high enough for me to knead those doughy bosom. Her knees were jerking all over the place as I rammed harder and harder, till I couldn’t hold out any longer.

(me groaning) ‘I’m cumming soon!’

‘Really? Please cum inside me, please! I want to feel it!’

She locked her feet around my butt and I lost my balance that moment, coincidentally slamming the last stroke that triggered the glorious explosion inside her. I couldn’t stop the powerful ejaculation no matter how hard I tried, using her pussy to drain my balls for a new batch to come.

We stayed in that position until I recovered some of my strength, and pulled out of that girl who was smiling so satisfyingly.

‘Get the tissue for me? I’ll clean you up.’

She wiped herself first in front of me and then licked me clean of cum before we wore our clothes back, heading separate ways home. After that tryst, I found myself her go-to guy for any sexual urges she had without an official boyfriend, but it didn’t take too long before we gave in to our near-daily sex and indulge in less-guilty activities with a proper boyfriend-girlfriend status.

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A Wait Too Long

‘J! Let’s take a photo together. We haven’t taken one before.’

I set the camera on a ledge in front of us and went to her side, where the selfie-expert directed me to stand facing her, going for a ‘cool’ face-to-face pose. The not-so-photogenic me did as she told but we found ourselves barely still with an urge to burst out laughing.

‘Coming coming! Don’t laugh anymore!’

I swallowed hard and missed the shot, looking eye to eye at her as the shutter went off. She rushed to the camera with a sigh and checked the photo, then frozen in deep thoughts while looking at the screen.

‘What’s wrong? We can always take another one.’

‘This is good.’

She turned the screen to me and I saw that picture of us staring dreamily at each other, awkward if not for a tinge of ‘romance’.

‘I want this ah! Don’t delete!’

In front of her, I digitally ‘protected’ that image, and went to entertain the customers flooding in. We survived the last hour of after-dinner service and cleaned up in our normal, tag-team partnership to close the shop on time.

Anna, the Chinese-Viet part timer, was the first to retrieve her bag in the store, taking a long time to adjust her hair and stuff. I wasn’t going to wait any longer and joined her in the narrow walkway, to get my bag to put my iPad and apron inside.

Just as I went face to face with her, she grabbed my shirt at the waist and kept me in front of her. It was a scene straight out of Wang Fei Hong’s ‘Once Upon a Time in China’ when she closed her eyes and angled her face higher to me.

To that clueless, or well aware, girl, I was attracted to her a long time ago. Not wanting to delay her acceptance anymore, I let our lips meet and the tongue fight came after a brief moment of gentle, lipstick smear. Her body had pasted itself on me as our make out grew more intense, roaming hands leading the way under our clothes to get a feel of our tired bodies.

‘Will it be too soon if we get intimate now?’

‘Will you be comfortable with that?’

‘Actually, I want to badly.’

Her denim skirt easily dropped to her ankles with her panties following closely after, while the fly of my jeans were peeled apart for the stem that was extending out of its uncomfortable zone. One of her feet went to the boxes to let me ease that frustration of her clit, greeting me with a generous about of liquid that made those squishy noises.

My dick IN her other hand, was getting its fair share of pleasure, from her inexperienced-but-impossible-to-get-wrong handjob. If anyone in her life had not yet figured out themselves, she is still a virgin when we happened, thus putting me at a safe distance without the possibility of ‘going too far’.

Her body trembled all of a sudden and stopped as abruptly as it started, signalling her orgasm with the obvious leak of juices under her legs through my fingers. She was unhesitant about guiding my fingers to move again, going faster easily with that extra boost of lubricant.

She included some saliva to jerk me off better after I gave her that tip, increasing the erotism in that tight corner with a salty scent mixed with the testosterone that was making us wild.

‘I’m gonna cum soon.’

‘Huh? What should I do now?’

‘Where do you want me to.. ‘

‘Is it safe to put it in my mouth?’

‘Never more dangerous. What if you get addicted to it?’

She slapped my chest and sat on the Toyogo boxes, pumping the lower part of my shaft while the tip poked into her unsure lips. I let my mind wander with a glimpse of her downblouse, a deep cleavage between the ample bosoms that filled her tube bra out so fully.

After three long minutes of shaking her tired arm, I tapped her head for the warning and she sealed her lips tighter out of fear. I was in an unexplainably calm mood when the first squirt came, rhythmically squeezing the rest of them out through timed shots into her sucking mouth.

It took us a long time before the continuous ‘checks’ she did on the tip of my cock, was over. The last bit was slurped up by her and we used the one clean hand we had to wear her skirt back for her to offload that – load. I went out of the store after her and quickly gathered our belongings, aware that our boss might call to ask why were we staying so late.

After a quick supper at a 24 hour McDonald’s, we went home with a new marital status that we might have been waiting too long for, except that now it was made official through that ‘bonding’ session.

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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.

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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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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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