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Cum Jerking

‘Will you watch over me?’,

As soon as Maeve finished whispering those then-meaningless words into my ear, she wandered towards the crowd and weaved in and out of a few people along the edge, before she reappeared behind a guy I couldn’t quite make out. While I didn’t mind her dirty dancing with other guys, especially in a club, it wasn’t until she ‘spun’ him around did I realise, who he really was.

I have to admit, that she did a really good job, of not letting him see her as she rocked her body behind his, maintaining her form as she caressed him, by running her small, fantastical hands along his chest and occasionally, reaching a bit too far down. As the songs changed from a fast, to more sensual one, her body seamlessly adjusted her swaying movements to the tempo.

Just like we had expected, it didn’t take him long to ‘dance’ in a more distracted manner, purposefully guiding her hands towards where his groin was. As the spiteful, and playful girl Maeve was, she wasn’t shy about groping him, at where he used to pleasure her with. From fondling his body under his shirt, she slowly progressed to his jeans, then followed by the subsequent, awkward endeavour of trying to contain his ‘excitement’ while she massaged him in the tight, confined space.

In small, unassuming steps, she finally had him where it was dark, cosy, and lined with couples making out. Even then, she didn’t let him do anything more than touching her from the front, which proved inadequate no matter how he bent his arms to return her ‘favour’. Within minutes, he was rendered immobile, save for the small, jerky movements, once she commenced her in-pants handjob, toying him well enough to make him squirm strangely in their spot.

With her two hands in his pants, I could only imagine what he went through as he gasped and writhed, while unable to disable her forwardness from the front. At one point in time, he finally stopped struggling and was in a ‘certain’ mood, that lasted for a good few minutes before he suddenly squatted down – like how a boy would react when a girl made him jizz in his pants.

For some reason, it was especially entertaining to watch Maeve pulled her hands out in his squatting position, thereafter wiping those soiled hands with his shirt that he couldn’t care less about. It was then, Maeve used those same hands to turn his face to her, before doing a little skip-dance back into my arms.

After we exchanged a kiss, she left to clean herself up, and dragged me out of the club for a dark, sketchy corner to let me ‘reclaim’ her, with a rushed, but passionate, quickie to refill her pussy.

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Straighter Forward

While there were no shortage of guys whom had tried to ask her for her number, one man, in particular, managed to do so in the briefest conversation Milly could never expect. Although she was attached, she was in a relationship with a man who had a thing for such brazen behaviours, somewhat of a mild ‘cuckold’ fetish.

Just like every other nights when she shared her ‘encounters of the day’, this forty-year-old gentleman, seemed to be different from the other ‘boys’. From the way she recounted her short interaction with him, Jay, her boyfriend, could sense the slight excitement, beyond the disbelief, in her voice.

‘You know what he said? He said, I don’t want to know if you are attached, or even married. I would like you to be my sugar baby. Give me your number, I’ll give you the details, and you can decide. So I just gave him my number because I don’t know what to reply.’

To note, Jay, knew who he was too, for he was momentarily distracted by that particular customer he showed up at their workplace. If even he could not ‘ignore’ him charm, how could any other women seated around him resist stealing gazes at his muscular, well-groomed physique?

Upon showing Jay the texts, her own boyfriend was caught dumbfounded by the offer. It was, offensive, dismissive, degrading, yet straightforward, polite, and tantalising at the same time.

‘$500. You will accompany me for no more than three hours, between 7 to 10pm. I will not initiate any physical contact with you. Reply ‘yes’ and I will set up the activities, send ‘no’, and you will not hear from me again.’

As far as ‘creepy old men’ goes, there was not a hint from him – according to her. With such a modest offer, and some assurance of what could happen, there was little resistance for her to turn him down.

‘I’ll text him’ yes’ OK? You won’t get angry at me right?’

‘I won’t. From the way you talk about him, I think he feels safe, and you are confident you can protect yourself right?’, Jay replied with a emotional ‘pinch’, that resonated at both his heart, and his loin. For that amount of money, there was bound to be some risk, and it was her, who decided that the risk would be migitated by his words.

A day prior to the date that they were meeting, a parcel was delivered to her workplace, containing three pieces of clothing. A white, floral sundress, and a white, sporty tank top that was paired with the colour-matched, unlined tennis skirt.

On that very day, she was back home, by 10pm, in their room, with seven pieces of orange, one hundred dollar notes laid out for Jay to see first thing.

‘$700? How come?’, Jay just had to ask. She might have done the worst thing he could imagine, or she might just be that good of a companion. In any case, he knew he had to know, and was prepared to continue loving her no matter how that night went.

After taking a deep breath, she revealed a smile that put one as wide on his face, giving him some insights about the news that was about to hit his ears.

‘So, he came at 7pm sharp, to pick me up in his car. He drove a very normal car, nothing fancy. We went to a private gallery that his friends invited him to, but I just mostly followed him while he shook hands with the people there. It was a weird experience. He didn’t talk much to me there, and no one else spoke to anybody that was following behind the main person. Like if a lady was walking in front of a guy that was following her, people would only talk to the lady. So, since I was just following him, no one else spoke to me.

At around 8pm, we left the place and went to a restaurant that he told me had good steak, and we had dinner there. He just asked me about my life, how am I doing, what did I wanted to do when I was younger, about my family. For some reason, he never asked anything related to my status at all, whether I am single or attached.

After dinner, he drove me to where his house was, but he didn’t go straight home. We just sat in the car, opposite his house and continue chatting. Towards the last thirty minutes, he finally talked about the dress.. ‘

A pause then came, and Jay could feel the mood in the room changing, to an ambiguous one, that he didn’t know how to process.

‘And then?’, he probed.

‘Martin said that I looked sexy in it, and asked if I did what he texted me to do.’

‘What did he ask you to do?’, Jay asked.

‘He asked me not to wear any bra or panties under it.’

‘Did he touch you?’, Jay’s eyes widened as fear struck him.

‘No? But I.. touched him.. ‘

‘Where?’

‘He pushed his backrest down almost flat and just lie there after close his eyes and took his dick out. It was so comfortable and quiet and cold in the car, so I just wanted to get some warmth from his dick. After I held it, he got a little bit bigger so I began massaging him. His skin was a little dry, so I used some saliva. He started moaning, and I was turned on by his voice.

It felt so airy under the dress, and also cold, so I took his hand and put it at my legs. His fingers slowly went higher until he touched my pussy, and I don’t know why I just spread my legs for him. After he made me so horny, I wanted him to feel the same too so I sucked him.’

By then, Jay was as hard as his brain was hurting, for someone he loved so dearly to be pleasuring someone else she just met. He couldn’t tell if it was the money, or pure lust that freed her mind, but the pain was somehow addicting enough to let her keep talking.

‘A while later, all I can think of was his dick inside me.. So I climbed on his lap, and rode him. I kept telling him to tell me when he was about to shoot, but he just kept quiet. I was so worried, but my body won’t stop moving. I kept riding his dick and rubbed myself, until I felt giddy.

Then suddenly, he woke up and opened the glove box, and took out a condom. You taught me how to put it on before so I wore it for him, and.. continued riding him. I was tired already but his dick just felt so good. When I finally stopped moving, he thrust his dick upwards so fast and deep I just held onto the roof.

I think I got too loud because he opened his eyes a few minutes later to look around the car. He kept staring at my embarrassed face while I kept moaning. Then about three more minutes later, he stopped and let me fall back down on his dick.

He came into the condom inside me and smiled calmly at me after that. I got off him and he sent me home. I didn’t say anything to him on the way home. After he left, he sent me a text.’

‘What did he say?’

‘Tomorrow, in the other outfit. You will accompany me for no more than three hours, between 7 to 10pm.’

This time, there was no ‘yes’ or ‘no’. But the look in her eyes already told Jay – Y-E-S.

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Trying

After forcing myself to stay awake for two hours past my usual bedtime to surprise Maeve on her birthday, you can imagine my excitement when I heard some footsteps outside the door. However, once I noticed that the noise wasn’t going anywhere, I looked through the peephole to see if I was just imagining things.

Instead, I was ‘greeted’ by the sight of her, being on her knees and slurping off the cock of unknown man. On top of that, she was also smoking from the same cigarette the man puffed on. Given how late (or early) it was, the whole place was quiet enough for me to hear what little words they exchanged.

No more than five minutes later, she had bent over the handrails for him and he was even quicker to plunge his dick into my beloved woman, thrusting his hips violently as he violated her breasts. Her moans, were especially carefree under his ‘care’, mostly complimenting on his size while reminding him not to cum inside her.

Without any birth control, she should have insisted on a condom, especially when we were trying for a baby. Unable to bear with the sight anymore, I slowly pried the door open, far enough to point my phone camera through.

By the one-minute mark on the video recording, I had given up so much that I didn’t care if they saw me, and swung the door as wide as I was – to watch, like how a teacher would when they catch naughty children red-handed.

Almost instantly, the guy saw me and was about to stop her when I put a finger on my lips, silencing him into finishing up the act. He took my cue seriously and put her into a proper doggystyle, where he fucked her loud enough for our neighbours to hear.

It was about five minutes later when he suddenly lost control of his hips, hammered her silly to an orgasm if I recognised her correctly. And just like how ‘fair warnings’ go, he did the exact opposite and let his seeds loose into her, garnering a bit of gasps and exhilarating sighs before she came to her senses, if any was left.

Straightaway, she jumped onto her feet and gave that man a slap, before looking at the door where I was standing, under the cover of the dark. At that instance, she just fell onto her knees and I did the only thing I could, to help her into her house and ‘smh’ the guy off.

I then took a shower with her before she took the spare Plan-B pill we had. That night, I slept alone to sort my thoughts out and by the next morning, my mind was generally clear(er) except for some numbness when she went down on my morning wood.

It was partly due to her commitment to ‘undo’ her mistake, that she will be supverised from now on in any hookups.

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Tight Pocket

(Male voice) ‘Hey Maeve.. missing me already?’

(Maeve whispered) ‘Tsk.. yes.. he can’t satisfy me enough.’

Squinting my eyes at the live-footage streaming from the camera in the living room, I was overwhelmed with guilt and shame as I watched my own wife kissed another man, giving him free reign to run his hands all over her body. It wasn’t the first time they had met, nor did such a thing, but there was something different about this time when Maeve voluntarily pulled her pyjamas off for him. I was partly livid, as I was – aroused, at how seamless she was at wrapping those cute, little fingers around his manhood, while he fondled her G-cups like a boy seeing boobs for the first time.

Slowly, they moved to the couch where she sat him down, and let him jiggle those heavy breasts as she tied her hair into a ponytail. Within a minute or two, she was kneeling on our cheap, IKEA fur rug between his legs, and just stroked him mindlessly until he reached behind her head. Like the unpredictable, little vixen she was, she pounced on his cock and sent his head flying backwards, even turning left and right as her head danced gracefully around his groin.

When I noticed the erratic, unnatural motion of her hips, I turned my attention to her pussy, where she had obviously stuck a few fingers into to ‘aid’ her mood. They were about fifteen minutes into the extra-marital when he abruptly pulled her onto her feet, bent her over the coffee table, and brought her ass down/ backwards over his dick.

Maeve was more than happy to do the work as she still had exercises to catch up on. So, she began bouncing on this lap, twerking and riding his cock to his expressive groans. At this point, she glanced straight into the camera as she slipped a hand over her clit, and rubbed it rhythmically as he flung his arms around for something to grab.

(He gasped) ‘Can.. can I cum.. inside.. inside you?’

(Maeve answered confidently) ‘Nope.’

With that, she hopped off his cock and went back on her knees, replacing her pussy with mouth so swiftly that he didn’t even change his pitch. Sucking and jerking his cock with a hundred percent intent, he only lasted a minute longer, before he blew a powerful, full load into her tireless mouth that had not planned to stop.

When she was finally done, he was weak beyond words, though he didn’t need much strength to fish that $300 out of his pocket. After they disappeared for a while in the direction of the kitchen, he gave her a few more kisses before leaving the house. As for Maeve, she was back on her phone, typing away over a glass of Moscato.

*Ding dong*

And within thirty minutes, another man showed up, for her to repeat the same ‘play’ as she had done. It wasn’t until after the sixth man had left, did she finally bust me out for a deserving, lazy round of lie-there-and-not-move sex. Times are especially bad after the pandemic, but luckily, her ‘kink’ was profitable, and our good times were cost-free.

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Invited Guest

*Ding Dongggg*

(I asked) ‘At this hour?!’

(Maeve answered) ‘It’s just Daniel. I invited him over since you’ll be busy writing. Right?’

‘Mmm-hmm?’

As soon as the door swung open, the hot-headed pair exchanged a hug, and then a kiss, that didn’t quite end until she dropped his bag in a corner. That silk shawl that she wrapped around her chest, was not only useless in ‘covering’ anything up, but also failed spectacularly at giving him any challenge too. With a tug, her ‘clothes’ came off and his mouth flew like a magnet towards her pointed-nipples, to deliver their due attention.

Seated in the unlit corner where my workstation was, I was partly watching their uninhibited, while splitting my focus on the webcam that I had turned onto them (with permission). With such vivid scenes from live action, I just had to translate their lust into dust, or rather, digital dust that is.

After a brief moment of nipple-play, she sat him down and kneeled between his legs like his woman, putting on a seductive face as she went down on him. Within seconds he was moaning and twitching for his life, mind split between his duty to maintain eye contact, or shut his eyes and let her take him to the heavens.

The moment she included the use of a hand around the base of his cock, he became significantly more ‘responsive’, and too sensitive to form any sort of warnings for Maeve. Out of nowhere, he started pumping load after load of cum into her mouth, choking her by a surprise that no one needed.

I was about to kick him out of the house when Maeve assured me of her status, and politely went back (down) to clean him up.

After some lengthy apology that I couldn’t quite hear, I was just relieved to see Maeve getting into doggystyle, face toward me, and let Daniel did as he wished behind her.

From that point on, we only had our eyes for each other as I let my fingers did the rest of the work, punching out words that depicted my attraction towards my girl, whom was getting pounded by another man, whose cum had earlier moisturised her face.

Moaning and purring for me, I could not take my sight off her face that was first seductive, then fiesty, spiteful, orgasmic, before agony anticipated climax. What I, and possibly her, didn’t expect was for Daniel to go at it, at that pace, for a full fifteen minutes, until Maeve was at such a level of daze that she couldn’t even say ‘no’ (we did check).

The entire couch, had caught more perspiration than other bodily-fluids that we had imagined. The two of them, Maeve included, were literally pouring buckets out of their skin.

(Daniel groaned) ‘This time.. for sure.. for.. sureee!’

Unlike before, he had full control of her body this time, and boy, he really outdone himself when he yanked her body back, held her firm, and sank his entire, pulsating shaft into her pussy – as many times, as forcefully, as it took for him to get them all out of his system.

At the end of the one-minute-long orgasm, Maeve was as good as gone, with cum dribbling out of her mouth and pussy, and still trembling in joy.

Daniel didn’t stay long and left us to ourselves, for me to find out that Maeve was too exhausted to do anything for me.

(I asked) ‘Can I help myself then?’

(She answered wearily) ‘uh huh.. I insist.’

That said, I placed her on her side against the backrest of the couch and went to her face. Once I was snuggly fit in her mouth, I leaned over to her legs and began teasing her to little resistance, but never getting too intense as she was too sensitive there.

After the sloppy, self-help blowjob, I went at her in missionary and finished uneventfully, into her mouth. Washing up was actually the more ‘fun’ part as I could clean her anyhow I want, not that I skipped any important areas.

The next morning, I was woken up by her descend on my cock, with a pussy filled with overnight-cum. Well, dirty sex is still sex and we spent a bit more time with each other that day, recollecting the highlights of our life.