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Unexpressed

‘I’ve never done it before.’

‘What in here?’

‘No. Like.. such things. I’ve never had a boyfriend in my entire life.’

She was standing in front of the preparation counter when I leaned on her back, holding her waist very lightly. The denim shorts she always wore on her shifts wasn’t too revealing, but certainly caught my eyes whenever she sat down. It would rise up her thighs to show a little bum, and the pairs of eyes which have watched her were uncountable.

She untucked her shirt from her bottoms and held it higher at the sides for me to go under, feeling her soft skin all the way to her bra. White, was all I could guess since I couldn’t tell the colour under the white shirt. I unhooked them and went over her breasts, holding the smallest cups I could never imagine.

‘They’re small right?’

‘Big enough I would say.’

Her shoulders tensed up when I gave them a squeeze, going on to tease those nipples till she was more relaxed. The only lights in the cafe surrounded the bar, and there were enough decors to hide our activities. For once, we had finished closing the place before our scheduled working hours were up.

I turned her around and lifted her onto the counter top, where she quickly slouched to hide herself from the glass entrance. Unsure of what she was thinking, the surprise came when she stripped her bra off herself. I brought her shirt above her chest and immediately went to suckle her nipples, working around the pointy tips with my energetic tongue.

‘My god.. ‘

Her moans were unlike her speaking voice, sounding like whispers but intense. She was shaking all over for the whole time I was licking those tits, occasionally holding them hard between my mouth. When I lowered her shirt, she knew I was done and let me pull her shorts off, peeping over the displays to look out of the windows.

‘What are you doing now?’

‘Eating you out.’

‘Seriously? You’re okay with that?’

Her pink panties came off in a bundle and left on top of her shorts, just within reach. I took my seat on a stool from Ikea and raised her feet on the table, causing her to fall backwards on her hands. The embarrassed look on her was so cute when I admired her trimmed pubes, running my fingers across them in envy.

After seeing the wetness that had covered her pinkish genital, I dived in to savour her flower scented slit, gorging everywhere my tongue could reach. Her shakes travelled down to her feet and she couldn’t stop trembling no matter how hard she tried to relax. There was a certain energy building up in her ready to explode.

‘J, I’m feeling dizzy.. ‘

The eat-out continued till she groaned and a jet of liquid hit my tongue, forcing me to create a seal around her groin to drink them all up. There was little time to decipher how it tasted as she flushed them all mercilessly into my face. All I could hear was her apologies behind the jerking moans that was consuming her inside out.

‘Fuck. So much?!’

She pushed my head away and saw me wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. I got up and took the chair away for her to jump off and she did, hugging me so tightly in guilt.

‘Can I do something for you too?’

‘What can you give I get myself?’

‘You’re forever so irritating! Get up on the table now.’

I took her place on the counter and she sat between my legs, pulling my jeans just low enough to expose my cock. A little vanilla syrup went into her hand and she was jerking me off the next moment, moving randomly on the first dick she touched.

‘Just go up and down below the head.’

‘Is that what you guys call it?’

She closed her fist tighter and rested her elbow on my thigh, pumping me so vigorously while watching my shameful expressions of lust. I was completely in her control as she went faster, biting her lips to unlock her first achievement.

It took her almost ten minutes before I got uptight, belly arching in and out to the gradual loss of control. The tennis lessons she took really gave her the stamina to go that long, a feat I would never ask from anyone.

‘Are you going to ejaculate?’

‘Shit.. it’s coming now! *breathing rapidly*‘

The confused girl suddenly cupped the head with her mouth and froze, giving me the last stroke that spurted all my cum out forcefully. I was now the one groaning crazily and her throat just kept swallowing every wave I gave. Barely awake from the powerful ejections, I tapped her cheek and she pulled away from me.

The look of the most clueless face made me twitch once more before she let me dismount the table, giving me a chance to hug her as tightly as she did.

‘Wait. Is that why you asked if there’s CCTV here?’

‘Nooo! I’m concerned about the security!’

‘So you say.. ‘

We got dressed and left the place, bidding goodbye to the world of pleasure we got from within. Headed for a ramen place she recommended, we didn’t talk about what just happened until after dinner, to check which days will we be working together again.

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A Glorious Ache

‘J, how is gastric pain different from stomachache? It hurts neither here or there.’

‘If the pain is higher up your stomach, it’s probably gastric.’

‘What if it’s both together?’

‘Then both gastric and stomachache? Could it be your period?’

Xiqi shrugged her shoulders, stood up and raised her shirt enough to let a little bra show, pointing to the area where she was hurting. She took my hand and placed the fingers on the spot lower beneath her cups, right along the trail to her belly button. The China student doing her degree in a private university got me to give her English tuition, referred by a colleague at work who was too busy with her own school work.

She’s not the type who came to Singapore after getting the minimum requirement for getting into a U, but actually did her studies in a two other countries. Despite completely understanding English, it was expression that she had trouble with. The right words in the wrong place – was what I was asked to fix.

She slanted her body sideways for me to press where she pointed at and I just massaged the spot at the same time, where a sigh told me of the relief she got. In an attempt to hold her shirt up, she accidentally hooked my thumb and pulled her bra away, cupping my palm over her breast. She quickly slapped her hand on mine to stop me from moving but it just closed two of my fingers on her nipple.

The right move finally came when she held my wrist and yanked them away, covering her boobs with her shirt and sat down in embarressment.

‘Sorry sorry.’

She returned my hand to my lap but did not let go, until another sigh came to put me under her shirt again.

‘Hey hey!’

Her circular guidance flicked my closed fingers across her nip, changing sides after a minute or so. I had taken control of the pace as well as the methods, rolling those hard erections in my fingertips. Xiqi did not care about her other three roommates in the house and let off sensual moans, partly drowned by the CD player she switched on.

This room was hers to begin with, so there wasn’t a need to find another ‘place’. We moved to the bed and got ourselves comfortable on it, stripping each others’ clothes while my fingers kept working.

‘Don’t say this to anyone k?’

‘I don’t even know your roommates. Don’t worry.’

She laid by my side during the whole chest game, lying a leg over me like a bolster when things got more intense. My underwear couldn’t hold the bulge any longer, and I had to give it some air. For a 22 year old, she had a meaty figure but wasn’t considered fat, her C cups were soft on my chest and that sexy voice just kept me going.

Her hand though, wasn’t just resting. She was petting my dick like a newborn, without much strength. The sheer gentleness of her got me craving for more but she wasn’t ignorant in that area either.

‘Can I suck?’

‘Of course you can.’

As if it was natural, she 69-ed and I got a taste of the fairest pussy I’ve ever seen. It was like a sandwich with too much jam, oozing out of two firm white bread. I had to lick up the translucent liquid and paint that pinkish canvas, smearing my saliva all over her groin.

Beyond her moans, dirty slurps were causing me to give off a slight tremble, running from my thighs to my shoulders. She was taking it so deep I couldn’t catch my breaths at that rapid but comfortable pace.

Her powdered boobs were sliding so flawlessly over my stomach, while she continued to feast on the Bratwurst sausage. It didn’t take too long before she got tired, and I was glad for the short break too. A bit of her teeth were scraping me but there weren’t any cuts.

She crawled to my legs and sat between them, sitting upright to lever me on my bum. Between our two bodies, among our four legs, she pointed under the bed to get a box out. A cardboard box labelled ‘Fun Stuff’ contained a small vibrator, as well as a box of Durex condoms. We didn’t spend any second explaining/ questioning the pandora and she did the honour of capping me on.

On our asses and hands, we shifted closer and closer until I could slip my cock right into her. I was soon groaning loudly when we jerked ourselves together, tapping our groins as she took all of me in. I was going balls-deep at the tight hole she claimed to be untouched by any man in a long time, giving me stringy wetness as prove of her words.

Sticky noises dampened our increasingly violent shoves, going as fast as we could till she gave in. Her head sank into the bed and I leaned over her tired self, hammering her senseless from the top-down. Setting off a bomb within her pussy, her belly began to ‘scoop’ at my groin with random contractions.

I was getting milked for cum for the short but exasperating period where we totally lost control of our volume. I came into her without warning and my mind went dark for as long as she orgasmed, forcing everything out of me in an involuntary toothpaste-squeeze of her vaginal muscles.

Just as I rolled over on my back next to the panting student, the door swung opened with all three friends staring at us.

‘Close close!’

A loud slam left us fumbling for our clothes, awkwardness creeping into our senses when we were dressed. I gave her a hug out of an unknown urge and walked out into the living room, where the girls were sipping from packets of drinks on the couch.

‘Drop by whenver!’

I got a wink, a thumbs-up and a piece of paper while I walked behind them. Xiqi didn’t show up when I left the house, leaving me alone to check out what they wrote.

Three initials, three numbers.

I had no need to text them after a few messages came into my phone from unknown numbers, setting the time and days for English tuition. Well, I didn’t know which names belonged to who until I went for the first lesson, with the 1.8m student from Korea.

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Overwriting Memories

‘FUCKING LET GO OF ME!’

The loud scream got her spun to the wall and face slammed into the pale yellow wall. Her temple hurt as he cleaned her face with the paint, till she stopped struggling. The tiny black skirt she bought at Bugis Street after a long search slid down her thin legs easily, so much for the comfortable elastic waistband.

‘What are you doing!?’

‘Shut up.’

His clear annunciation couldn’t be more British, and the dark red panties she wore cut her hips as he ripped them off. Her lips were squashed under his hand and her nose was so close to breaking. There was little her hands could do against the wall.

A zip sound from below his belt frightened her into trembles and her limbs quickly went cold. There was no way she could overpower the strong man whose knee pushed hard on her bum, planting her upright posture flat. He pushed her by the shoulders down to the ground and single handedly clutched her hair like a dead bunny’s ears.

‘Go on. Don’t be shy.’

It wasn’t the first dick Bubbles had ever laid hands on, but being number two was cutting it very close. He felt really warm in her sweaty palm and got started the handjob from memory. ‘Hold it lightly with the thumb, index and middle, move rhythmically without rush’, those very voice came in a familiar voice of the first guy she touched.

The assailant went under her control soon and let her continue, confident that he was still far from ejaculation. The next thing she knew, he had brought her face so close to his dick, sending a whiff of salty, pheromones-filled scent.

‘Suck it!’

He shook her head to fit his cock in and she got her first taste of pre-cum, saltier than it smelled. Having no idea how to do a blowjob, her teeth got in the way and he gave her a painful slap. Grabbing her behind her head, he stuck his rod into her cheeks and let the natural breathing motion to keep her mouth wide.

Bubbles had never felt so weak and vulnerable before, being treated as a sex toy where she didn’t have any control over. Her nose touched his pubes a few times and the gagging got so frequent she almost puked. As soon as the first bit of vomit touched the tip, he pulled her away and shut her jaws to make her swallow it.

‘Up on your feet.’

He lifted her under the armpits and wrapped one arm around her waist, tipping her upper back forward dangerously close to the ground. She caught her fall with two hands on a step and he gave two kicks to spread her legs.

The more she tried to close her knees, the more kicks she got to her feet, till her knees slammed onto the floor.

‘Stop. Struggling.’

She had successfully kept her thighs together above her V-shaped calves but it was not enough to deter him. He wriggled his cock between her ass that was still developing, barely big enough to hide her pussy underneath. Her saliva from the oral abuse earlier lubricated the first two inches, before she felt a burn on her pussy when he tried to force it deeper.

It took him a few shallower thrusts to get her up to speed and dipped the rest in, fainting her strong-willed mind instantly. Still conscious but lifeless, his width stretched her wider than Mr. D, her personal dildo. He was so hot and wet in her that she couldn’t stop the orgasm from coming after a few minutes of merciless pounding.

‘You’re cumming eh?’

That British accent was getting irritating when he exposed her so openly, enjoying the pain in her groin from his forced entry. Bubbles blacked out for five seconds when she came, leaking pee all over her legs in a moment of loss. She woke up screaming to the on-going deep strokes but silenced herself after receiving a slap on her bum.

‘Good girl.’

Her face was grinding against the dusty floor without any more strength to hold herself up, top of her head knocking against the steps. He just kept going faster and faster in the maturing cunt, till he suddenly stopped.

‘Up!’

He twisted her arm behind her back and she let the sharp pain guide her to sit proper, guiding her mouth to his dick for yet another mouth fuck. The listless eyes slowly shut themselves to the groans he made, erupting his disgusting load shortly after.

The slimy texture, along with the unimaginable taste, choked her to her limits and she barfed between the man’s feet, that were hopping in place to dodge her half-digested dinner.

He used his erection to make her lie against the edges of the steps before walking over her, zipping his pants up in a silly laughter. There, he disappeared into the lift at the top of the stairs and she crawled on her fours to where her skirt was, exactly three steps higher.

‘J, can you pick me up at block 231?’

The last message she sent with all her remaining energy got him, her teacher in the subjects of ‘sexuality’, coming to her rescue. He carried her in his arms like a baby to the top of the block, where the lights flickered like some God-forsaken corner.

He cleaned her up and let her bring his hand to her swollen, puffed up vagina, for a massage that she remembered could take all her pains away momentarily.

‘Can I ask you to lick me there? It’s really painful.’

He went on his knees and raised her skirt with his forehead, applying saliva to the areas where she led his head to. When she lifted his chin up for a kiss, he knew it was the most heartfelt he received.

‘Let’s cab home. I’ll pay.’

‘No. I want to walk. Just stay by my side.’

She slipped her cold hand into his warmer one and they parted ways on the road where her house was at the end. That night, their phones never stopped buzzing from the messages they exchanged, but only one caught his eyes.

‘I was thinking about you when he raped me. Can you replace those memories tomorrow? I want you to fuck me.’

‘I will. Just for you Bubbles.’

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Two Sisters’ Tuition

‘Mr. Yeh, how old are you again?’

’25. Why?’

‘Nothing.’

The two sisters had been eyeing each other down for some reason, giving the part time tutor a hard time to get their attention. Amanda strike first to remove the cardigan she wore in the air-conditioned study, while Alicia went a step further to take her t-shirt off.

‘Woah woah! What are you girls doing? I am leaving the room now.’

‘MR. YEH!’

The synchronised screaming of his name rang through the whole house, instantly getting a response from their mum.

‘Is everything okay?’

‘WE’RE JUST PLAYING MUMMY!’

He stayed at the door watching the two girls strip to their cute underwears, not caring anymore if he ‘saw’ or ‘not seen’ their state of undress. He knew he could have walked out of the room to their mum in the kitchen, but the extra minute of hesitation had expired his options.

‘Mr. Yeh, can you lie on the bed?’

He laid at where they pointed him to and felt his clothes gone, one by one till they reached his blue boxers. Taking his dick out of the little cut in the briefs, they did not want his pubes to spoil the footage they were taking turns to film with a phone. Of the three, he still had no idea what they were after. Was it just money?

‘Mr. Yeh, who do you like more? Amanda or me?’

‘Both. I like both of you, that’s why I’m still teaching you girls right?’

‘But why do you keep looking at Alicia?’

‘I didn’t!’

Amanda squeezed his dick hard and a groan came out unexpectedly, dick standing in full length in front of the two sixteen year olds. They had well developed bodies but he never thought of them at way. Their parents were his teachers and he was trusted to teach their kids after they retired.

The sight of them lying by each side turned him on even more and he was helplessly twitching in their pointless arguements.

‘Fine. You’ll suck him first. I’ll find something else to do.’

Amanda, the skinnier of the two, combed her hair behind her ears and engulfed his dick in her mouth, lips stroking sensually across his shaft. From their friendly conversations in the past, he knew she had a boyfriend before. Yeh didn’t get to see much of the sexy blowjob before Alicia, the bigger breasts sister, climb over his head and rubbed her pussy on his mouth.

Shaved and smelling sweet, the slight wetness had aided the start of his oral test. Tongue roamed everywhere to get her moaning and his lower half was treated to the most addictive lips service ever. It was all so hot and steamy on the guest bed in front of the desk, dirty noises coming from all three of them.

‘Alicia. Can I try his mouth?’

Her sister exchanged places and Amanda sat on his face, looking at the wall above his head. As soon as she began to shiver at his flicks, Yeh let off a deep moan into her pussy. Alicia had secretly sat on his dick without anyone’s permission and got started riding him fast. The violent rocking couldn’t hide the activity and the grinding of the labia above his neck got more intense. His nose had became her clit massager.

There was no more talking as the girl riding his cock was allowed to continue till she climax, and they turned their attention to try out his cock. Another vagina took his cock ‘home’ and he was holding her waist to rock her in the right direction. Amanda got her orgasm soon after and they were lying in his arms next, fondling the ever-big manhood in their hands.

‘Mr. Yeh. What now?’

‘Alicia, give us some space.’

He placed the pillow and bolster under Amanda’s hips and asked her sister to lie on top of her, in doggy with her ass sticking out. He kneeled behind them and went into Alicia first, remembering that her last orgasm was further away.

Pounding with force, he made her scream into her sister’s ears, quickly hushing the slutty noises by kissing each other on the lips. The waiting girl under them began to rub her own clit, in preparation for her turn. Jerking non-stop in doggy, Yeh almost came when her vagina closed around his enlarged penis.

Switching to the more obedient of the two, his belly tapped lightly on the bum on top while his dick slurped rapidly at Amanda’s cunt. She was so tight to begin with and Yeh was in his own world groaning their names in turns.

‘I’m going to cum!’

He pulled out abruptly and separated the girls to lie between, holding their heads and forcing them to his groin. The girls sandwiched his cock with a kiss and glided up and down the uneven stick, alternating their mouths over his little head in equal periods.

‘Cumming! Cumming!’

The lips formed a four leave clover over his tip and he let himself go, squirting hot, white liquid into their clefs while they slurped his cum up playfully. The girls had swallowed their share before he could see what happened to his ejaculate, falling on his head as soon as they began to lick him clean.

‘Mr. Yeh, so who is better?’

‘You two, as one.’

He was panting when he replied them, making the girls so happy that they went on to masturbate after putting on a decent amount of clothes. The three hour tuition consisted of some rest time before he had to leave, and the girls were more tired than usual after getting their pussies rubbed by their teacher.

‘Mr. Yeh. Can you drop by tomorrow too? You still owe us three hours from last week.’

He silenced them with a finger on his lips and spoke to their mum outside the door, securing a session the very next day for ‘intensive’ mock papers.

When he arrived to do his job, the house was empty except for them three. The girls were already naked under one piece of top each and there was nothing less than ‘intense’ that day, cumming once for each sister, and one more for them together.

Yes, what about the videos they recorded with the camera on the desk?

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Hotel Rendezvous

Checking around to see if anyone say the tiny shiver, Jasmine remained seated in her panties that was completely soaked. The man she knew on Tinder had won every bit of her heart, up to the dirty roleplay she tested him on. Earning straight As from her, the additional bonus came when he told her about the rare ‘Actuary’ job. Was that why he is so good at analysing people?

A hand on her shoulder brought a man in suit and tie into her sight, and the wave he did to an awaiting waiter impressed her. ‘House wine, for two’, he said and the guy left to fetch their drinks. The manager who was taller in build came over and spoke to him as if he was a regular. The way he asked about the steaks and her dietary restrictions landed an order suitable for her, filled with whites to accommodate her figure.

‘So, you brought a lot of girls here?’, Jasmine had to do her checks about his lifestyle, with a question she feared for its answer. ‘Clients’, his deep voice melted her as the wine arrived, quickly going down his throat after a swirl.

The food arrived and Jasmine was unsure why she couldn’t strike up any more conversations with him. She just admired how he ate, drank and tipped whoever that served their table. It was just so mesmerising. If she had been any more casual in her outfit, that wouldn’t be as beautiful.

‘Shall we?’, he opened his palm in front of her, and she held his strong hand to head out of the restaurant. Even though they weren’t dating, she couldn’t get enough of the envious stares from all the girls. His hair was naturally brushed to the sides like bangs, and his sharp face complimented his custom suit.

‘Where are we going now?’, she asked after reaching the lobby of the hotel. He dropped her hand and walked to the frontdesk, where a staff handed him a key immediately. Jasmine caught the glance from the staff behind his shoulders after he turned to her, as if being judged as ‘his catch’.

He picked her cold hand up and placed the key on her, spinning her around by his arm on her waist towards the lift. ‘Are we’.. ‘no’, he interrupted her sentence as the lift closed behind them. He nodded his head at the ‘Tap Card’ sign and Jasmine did so. The glamorous lights in the lobby faded away as they hit the penthouse, which only four of them exist on the same floor.

‘It’s your night today. I have asked for in-room massage and priority room service if you need anything’, he held the door open for her and waited. Jasmine was trembling right then and had no idea what was happening. How would his other girls react in that situation?, she wondered. A gentle wave of calmness floated from her head down to her toes, stopping her one step into the room.

The golden zip between her cleavage crackled in front of him and the two leaves on her shoulders fell away. Luckily for her strapless bra, she didn’t appeared too unprofessional. ‘And if I need you?’, her question got an immediate reply when he walked right into her arms, hugging her around the waist to carry her to the bed.

Her panties only got wetter when those thin cotton could not hold anymore liquid, forming a sticky patch where her labia touched. He unclasped the centre hook and suckled on her nipples, raising her chest in the cityscape the room oversaw. Her knee-length dress was soon lifted to her hips by his wandering hand, to peel those soiled underwear away.

Relieved by that move, she felt better in the turn-downed room. Her legs needed no guide when he brushed against her puffy cameltoe, tingling her senses as soon as he caressed her clit. Trailing that short distance under her clit to her vagina, the quick vibrations was triggering the orgasm she was so close to.

A loud slap on his thick arms pleased him well as she trembled womanly in his embrace. ‘Fuck me.. ‘, she whispered the words never thought to come out of her mouth. He stopped savouring those nipples and went down to her legs, where a pillow raised her hips higher.

He loosened his tie before kissing her pussy, frenching it like nothing she experienced before. Big, small drifting clouds of euphoria, deprived of intense high-speed action, her body was thrown into confusion about his agenda. His nose and mouth never stopped making her moan and her strength was disappearing by the seconds.

‘Fuck me?’, her second plea went unheard to more tongue action, finally giving her a break with an orgasm that leaked a little more this time. He climbed off the bed and pulled her onto her feet, walking hand in hand to the full-length window.

Holding her waist without the earlier intensity, he just gazed into her watery eyes. ‘You. *sigh*’, he left his thoughts hanging in the air and picked her up like a bride, dropping her on the bed with sheets pulled away. Part two?, he tightened his tie and kissed her forehead once, before dimming the lamps to darkness.

‘You’re not that kind of girl. Don’t try too hard.’

The penthouse door closed with a gentle click, leaving Jasmine assured and relieved. There was no more horniness in her that evening, and room service sent a fresh set of clothes picked by him. The beautiful black bondage dress had exquisite crystals lined along the criss-cross design, all gathered around the chest and waist area.

Apart from getting a much needed rest from everything, Jasmine could not come up with anymore satisfying things to do.

I know I should have stated the non-sexual genre this story is under but I believe all of you who have read this will understand why (I didn’t). Despite running an erotic blog that generally contain (more hardcore) sex, this is one I wrote with much thoughts and emotions. I hope you like it as much as I enjoy writing this ‘slower’ piece of work.