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Asumi’s Gift

This is the second part to another entry I wrote for Asumi, a fellow blogger. As this story remains exclusively hers, I had delayed it with the other entry (see part 1 below) until now for all to enjoy. So do expect this entry to be familiar if you had visited her site. 

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Just a week after our first meeting, Asumi texted me to tell me that she missed the alcoholic treat and politely asked if we should meet one day to get really drunk together. After the short SMS conversation, I prepared something for the next meet up by purchasing a of a newly released magic scent. It was to be used on the next day when I was tasked to close shop yet again. The invitation to head down to the cafe after closing garnered an instant respond from the lovely writer.

Everything happened that night kept replaying in her head despite the busyness of her work and she confessed that she was wet the whole time on the day of our second meet.

I turned off the lights for the bar like how I did every night, while she waited at the first floor, having arrived early. Just as I came back from the main power box, she requested to use the ladies and it wasn’t too much hassle to let her use it either. She brought her tote bag with her and I thought nothing of it, brushing off as a standard make up moment. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, the door she entered five minutes ago, swung opened and her fair skin with the pieces of lingerie blocking out the important areas, forming a poorly visible silhouette.

Immediately, I turned my head around to the pavement where people were still walking past, fearing that she might put herself in danger. Sure, sexy and fun is good, but not when it risked a complaint to the place I work at.

Me: ‘Sumi, it’s too dangerous here.’

Asumi: ‘Relax. I’m not going beyond these tables. And I won’t jeopardise your job.’

She stood right in front of the service counter of the kitchen, skin appearing luminous from the dimmed streetlight behind me. I waited no more and made my way to her, standing a few inches in front of her to breath in the warm and fragrant scent. You guys know how good girls smelled even though they just perspired? From what I could tell, there was a hint of restraint, but it was more for her to manage.

Asumi: ‘You know. Just by being so close to me.. I am having trouble holding myself back not to jump on you?’

Hearing her sweet voice making such nice comments, I opened my arms and she stepped into my embrace. To feel her boobs on my chest was the most motherly thing I could imagine. Those soft, succulent, fleshy breasts were known to be life-giving. And a pair just presented themselves to me. I hugged her in return and unhooked her bra with a pinch, letting them fall silently on the floor. The next thing my hands did was to get on her chest, to hold the pair of luscious fair buns, and kneading them like soft dough.

Her head tilted sideways on my chest gave off moans that was the opposite of our first encounter. Soft and obedient, putting me in a charitable state. It seemed that she understood how cats could get people to keep petting them, by being the cutest little things on earth. Plus, the change in pace that made her impatience detectable underneath those well-behaved actions. I held her chin up and gave her a peck, pulling myself away just as I felt her lips part. She was under my control which was not exactly in her advantage.

Asumi: ‘Feel how wet I am?’

Me: ‘No. You feel how hard I am, without seeing, or touching.’

Asumi: ‘But.. Oh!’

Exactly, she was cute with a pinch of blueness, but not insensible at all. She undid my belt easier this time, and my loose jeans did half the work of getting out of the way. Like a down riding lift, she descended out of my sight, and I felt cold air against my groin. Right after, a warm, slippery vacuum, devoured my dick with a tight seal, like a snake having a mouse for dinner.

She sure took her time and put me in the same state I did to her, sheer desperation and urgency. Asumi only gave me one single stroke, that resulted in a satisfying gasp from me and took her mouth away, smiling as her eyes approached me from the ground.

Asumi: ‘I’ve checked. It needs a thorough clean with alcohol, but the size is right.’

How could it just end with one stroke? I made a dash behind the bar counter for the same shot glass of Bacardi and made my way to her. She snatched it from me and emptied it into her mouth. Needless to say, I was shocked. Was she that thirsty? She squatted down and went down on me again, this time, letting me know where the drink went. The Bacardi had a cooling effect on my dick and the 360 flooding of it made me felt drunk in the shortest time I couldn’t imagined to be possible. Her tongue was like an eel, fondling the shark to taunt it.

Once I had felt the effect of it, I couldn’t help but wanted to have my revenge. I brought her to her feet and kissed, transferring the mouthful of alcohol to me. I lifted her up on the table and took a seat, unable to make out the situation between her legs.

Asumi: ‘Waaait..’

I paused with my mouth full and she stepped lightly on my thigh to slip those satin panties off, colours visible for the first time when she placed it by her side. She laid flat on the table that was joined with another, keeping her heels just at the edge. Without further ado, I began feasting, drooling Bacardi all over as I sucked vigorously on her cleanly shaved pussy. The arching of her back hit the tables against the wall, but there was no cause for worry as it was a steady brick wall we were working out on. I soon got my wish of hearing the continuous erotic moans as I did a sloppy lick, until she decided it was too much for that short time.

Asumi: ‘Do you have one in your jeans?’

Me (mouth full): ‘Umm-hum.’

I nodded with my mouth full. She sat up and pulled my shirt off, while I handed her the shiny wrapper. She tore it open with skill and held it with two fingers between her legs, waiting to help me put it on. Of course, I made my way in and it took some time for it to roll down my shaft, at the same time penetration into her pussy.

Asumi: ‘Let the Bacardi run down your body as you do it k?’

My lips opened and a single stream trailed down my chest, across my stomach and onto our privates, closely connected. As gentle as I could, I began moving and her legs went around me. In our position, we could easily turn our heads to look out of the bar for curious eyes. And it showed to be ‘all clear’ up to that point.

The tables began hitting the walls harder and I was groaning with her, fucking in a drunken state like previous. There was a certain novelty to it as we did it twice in the same conditions – high on alcohol. Just after five minutes, my mouth was finally emptied and I stopped for a change in position.

Asumi: ‘Do you think we can shift there?’

She pointed at a corner with more visibility where customers would seat and I was doubtful about her decision. Still, I had arranged the chairs back to their positions once she was off the tables, so no one would suspect anything. In the short period of time, I managed to sneak out the magic bottle I bought earlier. And going over to where she pointed, my eyes could make out her shapely slim figure, sitting crossed legged facing the glass windows in front, obvious to a point I got a little worried.

Me: ‘Are you sure no one would see us?’

Asumi: ‘I don’t know. But I feel more excited here. What’s that in your hand?’

Me: ‘Oh. Something for you. It’s coconut flavoured.’

I placed the tiny brown bottle in her hand and she uncapped it, giving me little time to warn her not to ingest it. A little whiff was all she took before her body almost lost balance, and a senseless smile appeared on her face as well.

Asumi: ‘This is good.’

Me: ‘I know.’

She sat on the table in a Japanese style but realised that I couldn’t reach her pussy at all. The only remedy was to sit between her legs and tip her pussy over the edge of the table, exposing it for my dick’s entry.

Still holding onto the bottle, she took occasional sniffs at it while I straightened my knees, pushing my dick with the safety helmet on, into her pussy.

The entry was the most sloppy one you could imagine, juicy sounds being heard as I pierced my way in. She was just so wet. Once connected, I pressed her onto the table and began thrusting my hips like the wheels of a locomotive, increasing in speed as I felt her pussy relaxing.

From then on, it was a point of no return. I was pushing myself so hard that her body was trembling non-stop, pussy clenching onto my dick with every orgasms that did not seemed to be more than two minutes apart. Of course, I was no superman. Frequent ‘power downs’ were needed but never once I took a break without giving those pointy nipples some loving. I would pinch them between my thumbs and index fingers, then rolling them with increasing pressure until I felt a sudden squeeze of my rod.

Fun being fun, everything that has a beginning has an end. But in my mind, I hoped that the next phrase would always work – every end marks a new beginning. And I knew I had to work hard for it.

Driving my hips hard on her butt, the meaty gluts had unknowingly created a soft padding with a great rebound. I found myself using less effort as momentum found its rhythm.

Asumi (muttering): ‘I can’t take it anymore.’

I was indeed surprised when I heard that, so I took a quick peek at what was happening in front. Her face was sideways on the table, with the opened bottle in front of her nose. There was no overdose to worry about, but her dripping pussy was contradicting her words.

Me: ‘Okay. I think you had enough too. Let me finish it up k?’

Not expecting a reply, I rammed into her with all my might and her body suddenly picked itself up, groaning in an agony-like state. We understood that it was beyond her already. And I was about to cum as well.

After just two minutes of the insane-mode, I changed my strokes to long strides and before I knew it, the last thrust kept me in her as the condom stretched to contain my semen, deadly yet necessary.

Asumi: ‘Oh my god. I can feel the condom getting filled.’

From what I could see, sticky white fluids were being forced out of the space between my dick and condom, streaming down to her pussy.

Me: ‘Oh shit. I think some might have got into you.’

She showed no change in expression, mumbling softly with only the words ‘safe.. days..‘ audible. Assuming it was no big deal, I exited her tight love hole and tied the condom up neatly. After disposing the evidence, I wore my clothes back and helped the feeble lady get dressed, skipping the lingerie to her clothes.

At exactly one in the morning, we were finally done and walked out of the bar, oblivious to some wandering eyes.

Asumi (shocked): ‘Oh my god! I think I left my bra and panties inside!’

Me (confidently): ‘They are in your bag.’

She opened it and heaved a sigh of relief, contented that she did not forget them instead of fearing not wearing them home. After we separated to make our way home, a text from her came about ten minutes into the taxi ride home.

Asumi (SMS): ‘At first. It was the Bacardi trick that kept me thinking about you. Now, it’s the little brown bottle.’

Me (SMS): ‘I think it is a little addictive.’

Asumi (SMS): ‘Whatever the case, when will you be free again?’

This is a fictitious entry and in no way reflect the character of the fellow blogger, Asumi. In my impression, she is still that lovely girl who simply wanted to share her fantasies and sexual life with her supportive readers.

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Asumi’s Night

This entry is written in appreciation of a fellow erotic blogger – Asumitok. As this story exclusively belongs to her, I had delayed posting it til it had appeared on her site. So do expect this entry to be familiar if you followed her closely. 

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After I had closed the bar at twelve, a lady wearing a white blouse and mid-thigh length black skirt, alighted a cab that had pulled up along the busy road. She walked right to the glass door of the bar and I was ready to inform her that we were done for the night, but a quick raise of her hands to make an ‘A’ shape brought our meeting to mind.

I hastily placed the last of the beer glasses back on the rack and invited her in, handing her a cold beer from the fridge before asking her to proceed upstairs where it was more comfortable to chill. Finally, the lights at the shop was turned off and I made my way up, to find her drinking quietly while typing away on her phone.

Me: ‘You’re on time.’

Asumi: ‘Yeah. Today was my off day, and I was wondering what to do when you emailed me.’

Me: ‘Lucky day for me huh?’

She patted on the empty space beside her and I took my seat, taking a large mouth of the fruity beer. As though we were long lost friends, her friendliness made it easy for my quiet nature to talk to, covering pretty much about everything under the sun. And it was through the conversation that I learnt a fair bit about her too. With the time passing unmonitored, we found ourselves to be sitting closer as we drank, even letting me wrap my arm around her neck to give her a taste of what I was drinking and in return, a sip from her bottle of beer.

Slowly, my last bottle was emptied and hands were free to rest on her exposed thighs, talking right in front of each others’ face about the secret stuff of our blogs. With the close proximity and the high from alcohol, the advances from my hand up her skirt met no resistance, and she was constantly resting her head on my arm behind her.

Sensing her state of high, I knew it was only right to ask for permission, and in a non-offensive way too. It was the time to think out of the box.

Me: ‘Can I show you a trick to get drunk without drinking?’

Asumi: ‘Huh? How?’

Me: ‘Wait for me.’

I ran downstairs to the bottle of Bacardi, containing 40% alcohol. It was simple knowledge to those who took drugs, but definitely unknown for average people like us. I poured a shot glass full of it and brought it to her, dipping my finger into it to get a generous coat all over my skin.

The next thing was a ‘do or die’ move. I slipped my hand with the Bacardi under her skirt and pushed her panties to the side, in turn getting a stern look from Asumi. ‘Shh.. ‘, I whispered that before she could question me, and my fingertip ran up and down her slit, wetting it until her bodily fluid came to dilute the solution. From that, I knew she was feeling a little horny, and the alcohol made work easier.

My hand exited her skirt and made another dip into the shot glass, going back to her panties to sink my digits into her. After three short minutes, her face was redder than ever and was muttering words I couldn’t understand. And so, I’ve got what I wanted. I got up and slipped my hands under her skirt to pull those panties off, putting it in a pile on the wide arm rest. She was totally aware but unable to gather any strength to help. A push of her skirt lifted it up to her hips and I raised the shot glass to her tummy, pouring it in a steady stream while fingering her.

It was an instantaneous effect when alcohol was absorbed through the part of a woman’s body with so many nerve endings. Seeing her drunken state, I gave in to my urge to kiss her and it advanced to a passionate tongue fight in no time. The next thing I knew was the frenzied rush to get my jeans off, and getting her perspiration-soaked top unbuttoned. Staring at those beautiful curves of her breasts in her bra, my fingers were still busy keeping her wet.

Asumi: ‘Are you just going to look at them?’

My free hand quickly reached under her shirt to her back to unclasp the hooks, replacing the restrictive bra with my mouth, trained to use the teeth and tongue to put her into overdrive. It wasn’t pain that my technique created, but it was the alternating hard and soft teasing that made her lose control.

With my jeans halfway down my legs, she gave my underwear a hard tug and grabbed my dick painfully. By then, her body had slouched a bit down on the sofa and I stood with my body bent over her so I could reach between her legs.

Me: ‘Can’t you be more gentle?’

Asumi: ‘No, I prefer to do it as how you would.’

She took the glass of unfinished Bacardi and poured a little over my rod, stroking it up and down to get every part covered. For a low alcohol tolerance person like me, I had to sit down after a few minutes as my mind was turning into a white screen, and she seemed sort of happy to put me in that situation too.

She then turned her body towards me and pushed me down to lie on the sofa, head resting next to her sweet smelling panties. I did not know why but I stopped her before her mouth touched as it was not right for me to get this privileged treatment from her, especially from a lady I respect for writing awesome contents.

Asumi: ‘Don’t worry. I’m just going for the liquor.’

Liquor? She meant the Bacardi she wiped on me. Her mouth engulfed the tip and sent me into a trance, mixing pleasure with the high from alcohol. As expected, she stopped after a while once the ‘drink’ was finished, and returned to her seating position, legs wide opened for my turn.

I hopped off the couch and sat between her legs, diving in for the yummy, juicy abalone that was dripping wet. It was more like a XO abalone treat to me then. My lips sucked on her clit and my teeth came forth to give it a nibble, resulting in a struggle from her to push me away but my head was firmly buried between her legs.

Knowing she couldn’t last long with this mode of attack, I intentionally kept going until she was groaning in pain, thereafter swapping the licking with my fingers to rub on her sensitive clit. After some time, I just couldn’t hold myself back from putting my fingers inside her, especially when she was so tight.

Me: ‘Come, turn around and kneel on the sofa.’

Asumi: ‘Is it time already?’

Me: ‘Nope. I think I’m late.’

She gave me a sly grin and turned herself over, sticking her butt out as an invitation. I quickly rummaged through my jeans lying on the floor for a condom and rolled just the tip over, before using her small opening to complete the job. I started off slow to let the condom roll down the length, and once it was on, I emptied the glass of leftover Bacardi to use as lubricant and rammed hard into her.

The sight of her turning into a little monster was most unexpected as she clamped her pussy down on me even harder. Her translucent blouse from the perspiration and the waist height skirt was a feast to my eyes despite the dimmed environment. With that tightness, the only thing my mind wanted me to do was ‘go harder’. And so I did.

The grip on her waist was making sore marks, and the half-drunken state was making me insane. I could only kept ramming the breath out of her and myself, totally losing the power to delay. After some time of crazy rear pounding, I flipped her over to her back and did a half-squat to position my dick downwards at her pussy.

She held it in place for me and I simply lowered myself to sink it in. That serious look appeared once again on her face and I could only smile as I did my miniature squats. The new angle from my entry was pushing all of her buttons that sent her body into an adrenaline pumping mode, flooding her mind with the buildup to a huge orgasm she could never be ready for.

Seeing how much she was enjoying herself, I kept going, changing to a forward thrusts after my calves tire themselves out. Pounding my hips hard on her butt, the juicy sounds were squishing loudly in the empty floor. Oh how much I wanted it to last longer, but her last few orgasms truly made me wild and crazy, pushing me to my wit’s end.

After the last clench of her pussy on my dick, it was time to end the night, or so I figured. I closed her legs together and flipped her to the side, resting one of my knees on the edge of the sofa. Making shallow but quick thrusts, my dick only went in 80% but the response from her was overwhelming the same. It was the change in angle doing the work again, but that was where it would all end. I kept going non-stop as fast as I could, until the creamy load rushed up my dick and I sank the full length deep into her, while letting my cum fill the condom up.

It was a moment that I wished would last forever, to be inside of this wonderful, witty girl, warm and cosy, passionate and respectable. Still, I knew it was impossible in any universe for that wish to come true and I pulled out of her, dripping cum onto the floor with the overfilled condom.

I turned my attention to the disposal of the rubber, careful not to let any of my sperms touch her and she wore her clothes back, adjusting to straightness as though nothing had happened. Leisurely, we packed the place and left the bar, making our separate ways home to rest after the eventful night.

On the way home, she sent her first text to me which I left my number in my email to her.

Asumi (SMS): ‘When was the last time you cummed?’

Me (SMS): ‘About two weeks ago?’

Asumi (SMS): ‘Wow! No wonder. Just want you to know that it was the most I have ever came across. ;)’

This is a fictitious entry and in no way reflect the character of the fellow blogger, Asumi. In my impression, she is still that lovely girl who simply wanted to share her fantasies and sexual life with her supportive readers.

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Sticky Substance 2

After Junie’s mum was done with putting the laundry into the washing machine, she went back to join her girl in front of the TV, keeping silent until she asked her a deadly question.

Junie: ‘Mummy, so what was the craziest thing dad and you did?’

Mum: ‘Oh! So it’s my turn?’

Junie: ‘Just want to know.’

Mum: ‘Fine. Hmm.. Back in the olden days, carparks had concealed staircases and dad was one of the few who owned a car at his age of 28. We too had dinner, and he drove me to the top most level of a carpark, to enjoy the open air view of the stars. There wasn’t so much high rise compared to now, so it was easy to find such places.

In the darkness and silence, it was me who initiated your dad. I remembered leaning over to him and going for his pants, unzipping it and struggle to yank his dick out. He didn’t resist at all, since men are bound to stay motionless when a girl pounces on them. Something just came over me to make a good memory out of this romantic night, and my mouth was over him before he could even adjust the seat down.

I wasn’t going to let him relax or what, so I just sucked him fast and deep, choking myself a few times but I was happy doing it for a man I loved. His manly groans is still in my head today. What you call it erotic-asphyxiation was what I went through. The lack of air was making me light headed and getting it over and done with was all that was on my mind.

He had sensed that and stopped me before things went out of hand and into my mouth. And it was that which brought me back to this world too. He climbed to the back seat and I followed suit, lifting up my black skirt and exposing my butt to whoever was looking at the car, if there was anyone at all. He was lying on top of me and tearing a hole in my pantyhose, then attacking me with his mouth. He could go on and on, at the fastest speed that drove me wild with orgasms. And when he got tired, his fingers would take over to create those slurpy sounds that I always loved when we got intimate.

Once I was wet enough, he just shifted his hips to the position and shoved it in one stroke. At that moment, I was resenting him for not being a gentleman, but the quick entry reduced the pain once he started pumping. Oh god you should see how crazy he was. He threw my legs out of the way and placed his clenched fists next to my head. I was looking at him in the eyes while licking my lips.

He was like an animal, pounding and shaking the car so much. The suspensions worked well as it helped him to ‘bounce’ better. My pussy was always in a contracted state with the orgasms that hit me so hard and frequent. He knew how to delay as well, shifting his attention to my breasts when he needed a rest. He ripped the buttons apart and just bite on my boobs so hard that it felt good, coupled with the pain I couldn’t care about.

Once he recovered his energy, his mouth found its home on my nipples and sucked so hard on them while his hips pumped that thick slab of meat into me. My pelvic bone was hurting but it felt too good to stop. He just went non-stop in a frenzy until I got so tight that he couldn’t wait any longer to cum.

Pulling it mercilessly out of my needy body, I sat up and changed to a kneel, taking his cock into my mouth once he found his balance on his knees on the seats. I just kept sucking until he held my head down and unloaded his creamy thick load down my throat. All along, I was afraid of the taste, but that was when he showed me that a little suffering of my throat will make things better.

So from then on, up to this day, I would always let him shoot in my mouth whenever we did it. Since having you and brother was more than enough to handle. Occasionally, when we told you we are going to spend some points at the hotel, it was more of an excuse to have marathon sex with your dad.

Now that I’ve told you about daddy and I, are you happy?’

Junie: ‘Yupp! I didn’t expect you two to be so wild!’

Mum: ‘Young days!’

By the time she finished her story, dad came home from work and found the two girls bonding better than before. With a smile on his face, he asked mum to help him change out in the bedroom, and perhaps a night of wild sex too.

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Beer Party

After the bar closed at 3am, the three girls Boss hired to work part time sat around a table, sipping on the free jug of beer they were allowed. He joined them after a while, ready to finalise the amount of pay they would get that month. Unknown to them, he had included a commission from their sales as they did a good job dressing up and increasing the profits.

Linda, Liz and Ying had just completed their O levels and joined his bar for a short term job, working full time for the three months break they had. Before moving on, I guess a little introduction would help.

They were required to wear the uniform consisting of a sheer black blouse and skirt, length up to them to adjust accordingly. They were free to wear whatever inner wear they wanted though, as long as the right parts were covered. After all, their bodies were still maturing and thankfully, they were all considered ‘petite’.

Linda was a smart young lady, who knew how to read certain types of customers. She would usually work in a halter type of top, revealing a little of her growing chest, but still ‘full’ enough to go around her boobs, sometimes, braless according to the weather in the day. The regulars liked how she could make jokes with them even if the topics were a little more mature. The skilful response from her would often persuade them to order more drinks.

Liz was a Malay mixed Chinese girl who was the most obedient, in a sense she wasn’t so quick when customers joke or made complex remarks, so, she mostly stuck to taking orders from me and the other two girls. Her innocence would melt me with that blur look and lack of understanding from most of the ‘adult’ terms that we use, making her blush and shy away from our own inside jokes.

Last on the list was Ying. The quiet, alert girl, who had the most perfect body to ogle at. Due to her thin waist, she had specially modified the skirt so it would go around her, and the length of it would often misled passerby to think that Boss was running a sleazy bar. Nonetheless, her looks was still the strength in getting people in. All in all, they had made the bar a much livelier place and earned a lot for Boss.

Boss: ‘Girls, this month was a good month, and I think you three deserved all the credits. So, I have decided to put a small bonus with your pay, which I hope will get you girls to work harder.’

Three of them, tipsy from the alcohol, was barely listening to the commendations, drinking in larger mouths as he sorted their payslips.

Boss: ‘Each of you, one thousand two hundred.’

Linda (shocked): ‘Boss, are you sure!’

He nodded and opened a thick envelope, counting the pieces of hundred dollar notes before her eyes. The rest of the girls got the same amount of money and were so happy and high. It was after all their first pay in just three weeks. As the clock ticked closer to their first buses home, Boss was back in his small room, working on his computer to order new drinks and food. Linda, who was drunk and thrilled, disappeared into Boss’ room to thank him personally.

Boss: ‘Why? Not enough money ah?’

Linda hugged him from behind and whispered ‘thank you boss, I love you!‘. They were just over enthusiastic he guessed, but that was not all. She then began unbuttoning her top, and revealed the standard cup bra under. Lifting her skirt up, her panties was lowered to her ankles and kicked aside.

Boss: ‘I didn’t pay you for this you know?’

She went back behind him and placed her boobs on his back, moving them with her arms around his neck. She gave his chair a spin and kneeled on the floor, unbuckling his pants.

Boss: ‘Are you sure about this?’

His butt rose and pants went all the way to his feet, letting Linda’s mouth go over to his dick and taking it whole. Bopping her head in his crotch, he could not believe his luck and let her had her way, enjoying the mind blowing oral sex from his sexy staff. His eyes just could not get away from the perky nipples on the B cups, jerking as she moved.

The wooden door then swung opened and came Liz and Ying, pulling up their skirts as soon as the door was locked. Ying who was more shy, sat on the empty space in front of his laptop and spread her legs, so Boss could feast on her shaved young pussy while the sucking sounds echoed under the table. What about Liz? She took a chair and placed it beside him, pulling his hand to her pussy and requesting him to finger her.

The alcohol from them was reeking in the room, but it was also why they got so daring. As Liz climaxed from his licking, her pussy squirted the creamy liquid into his mouth, which he drank them up without wasting a drop. Soon, Linda’s mouth was getting sore and she stopped, making Boss slow down as well. Hmm, what was next on their minds?

As a surprise, Ying, stood up and bent over the edge of the table where Liz was sitting on, sticking her butt out for Boss to enter. Of course, he didn’t reject her offer and got up, standing behind Ying while Linda went behind him to position his dick. Coated in saliva, his dick slipped easily into Ying and Linda took her seat on his chair, reaching between his legs to fondle those hairy testicles.

The moment he went in, a loud groan was heard and Ying let out a shy moan as well. He was after all in his mid thirties and was huge for the small girl. He held her waist firmly down on the table and started pounding his meat into her, forcing her mouth to feed on the juicy abalone of Liz who was waiting. With her mouth occupied, the noise was reduced to the minimum, and they remained in position even when the door cocked unlock, Chef walking into the foursome.

Since Linda was the only girl standing, the Caucasian chef dropped his pants behind her and tugged on hips to get her into a standing doggie. Seeing her wet pussy, he simply swiped his 7 inches along her slit a few times, before ramming his dick into her, sending her hand squeezing on Boss’ balls. Fuelled by the pain, Boss went harder at Ying, and Linda was moaning ecstatically as the long, thick rod stimulated every part of her vagina.

Liz, being the only virgin, could not join in the fun and remained on the table, listening to the crazy fuckfest that was happening before her. Linda and Chef, was slowly being directed to the space next to Boss, and screams were taking over with that overwhelming size in her.

Chef: ‘Boss, want to change?’

Boss: ‘On.’

They swapped pussies in a flash and Ying almost fainted with chef plugged his dick in, stretching her entrance and depth to the limit. The two girls were screaming for their lives as Boss had a high speed mode that felt better than the long dick, while Chef had a slower, delaying strokes that made Ying faint for a few seconds every time she climaxed.

With the clock ticking to dawn, the five of them were fucking their brains out, and the two men were about to end their ‘shifts’ too.

Chef: ‘Where do you girls want us to cum?’

Linda and Ying (synchronised): ‘Into Liz’s mouth!’

They continued ramming their souls at the girls until fifteen minutes later, where Chef was at his wits end and pulled out of Ying. Liz dismounted the table and sat on the carpet, in front of chef who was on the chair. Shifting Liz behind Boss’ butt, Chef rolled himself in front of her and brought his dick to her mouth, which she sucked on it without being asked. Since Boss was still pounding away, the back of his butt was pushing against Liz’s head and it became an automated blowjob machine, running her lips down the shaft of Chef’s.

In less than two minutes, chef had forced Liz’s head down on his dick and making her choke while his cum flushed themselves into her stomach. The slight asphyxiation made Liz felt hornier and she masturbated herself while feeling her gastric glow warmly. Boss was done at the same time Chef emptied his balls, and took his chair, going into the same position for the cum disposal.

Liz took Boss’ dick into her mouth and the two girls helped by pushing her head down, until Boss’ sperms fired into her, going for more rounds than the chef. Having no option to spit midway, she swallowed his load and caught her breath after he was done.

Chef: ‘Linda, clean up for Boss and myself?’

Linda crawled over to chef and licked his rod clean, while Ying tumbled onto the floor and took Boss’ tool, sucking whatever that’s left in it. The five of them was dead tired after it was all over, and sat in the bar’s round seats to recover their energies. Liz, was full of cum, had drank another glass of beer. Ying, whose small hips was stretched to a sore by the two dicks, was rubbing on her clit to relieve the pain. And Linda, who seemed to have enjoyed herself the most, was fingering herself for pleasure.

Boss: ‘You girls are crazy!’

The girls fell asleep for a few hours and the chef had gone home, leaving Boss to clean up and prepared to close the bar. After that, the next few months of work was more than just going home and working, the five of them had countless rounds of orgies after the bar closed, up till the first buses ran.

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I, J, received this email on Sunday morning, with a request to publish this at a time and date I deem fit. The following content may offend readers, but I had to do this or risk hurting the girl as described by the sender in the email.

Hi J,

I would like you to let me know;

1. The possibility of this entry going onto your blog.
2. The date and time of the publication.
3. If you can keep me updated of any personal comments you received about this entry.

Whatever choice you made to the requests above, will affect the girl’s treatment in the following hours/ days. Right after this sentence, will be what I will want your readers to read, in its entirety. Though I asked for you to ‘let me know’, you will notice that the email address I used cannot be replied to. You know what I mean.

Dear readers of Phantacee.com, what you are about to read is an entry from a 16 year old girl’s journal. She can be known as Ting here. Whatever relationship you guys can make out from here, is purely your own assumption. The details in it is what was required of her to record, in her own words.

#37 – 2014-09-20

Things weren’t the same anymore once I passed my 16th birthday. It was tough to pretend that everything was fine when I had to bade goodbye to my friends, or be really busy with meaningful things when I say I am busy. On normal days, I am allowed to go out with them and do what girls do, shop, eat and play. But on the occasional weekdays, Fridays and Saturdays, I had a different routine that was planned by him a long time ago.

Getting into his car after school, he reached for my legs and brushed his hand under my skirt, attempting to turn me on which I knew doesn’t work. At least not in that location. A blue floral dress was placed in my lap and he turned the car camera in my direction. In full light of afternoon sun in a HDB carpark, I quickly removed my blouse and slipped the dress over, before stripping my bra and skirt off from under. As usual, he placed his hand onto my panties to feel for the loop connected to the wireless vibrator that was inside me almost all the time.

We went for lunch at a coffee shop, where he closely watched if I let my knees touched. That dress was one of my favourite to go with jeans, as it was really short. I could sense eyes on me as we consumed our food, vibrator buzzing unheard in the noisy environment. From all these days of constant wetness, it had become a biological reaction to get turned from the attention, somewhat boosting my confidence despite my quiet self my friends know me by.

After the meal, he drove us to a well-shaded area, where he unzipped and took his dick out. There was no need for him to say anything. It was routine to me. Any signs of me forgetting or not being initiative will risk me losing some freedom I had.

I bent over to his lap and took his dick in my mouth, still lingering of the anchovies soup of my fishball noodles earlier. Perhaps that was what made it bearable. The image of his dick was long embedded in my mind. I had handled it so many times, touching, tasting and pleasing it.

His dick barely fitted my lips and I couldn’t open wider even if I wanted. Yes I had a small mouth, and the airtight seal was perfect for him. I went on to move my head up and down without doing anything with my tongue, just dangling downwards along his shaft. To me, it was a ‘massage’ except that my whole body was at it. His groans were loud even with the stereo on, but hearing how much he was enjoying it made me feel at ease, somewhat keeping me wet as my body had desired.

Never had I thought about the duration when we were at it. He had spent about two sessions guiding me till I was executing it right. I had enough of being choked unwillingly whenever he taught. He tapped on my head after he had enough and I wiped my mouth clean. He had always wanted me to write something more emotional in my journal, but how could I? When everything happened so many times.

Having done only the blowjob part, it was just the beginning. We went home straight after and he took a shower while I got naked on his bed, waiting for whatever was about to come. It was the weekend I was accustomed to. For him to come out cleaned and tuck myself into his arms.

He came out of the shower and I patted his back dry, before he laid on the bed lazily. I cuddled up to him and his fingers went tomy pussy, waxed and maintained by him every Saturday morning. His dick was in my hand when he got in bed, stroking and feeling him grow bigger as he fondled my clit.

That was how I understood men, that they will never have enough of pleasure, no matter if sex was involved. The constant reminder that ‘each guy dreams to have their own sex slave’ did not sway my hopefulness though. I could judge for myself. But the thought of having a boyfriend while pleasing him, I’d better get out of this first.

When he nudged my head, I knew what to do. I laid by his groin and resumed sucking him, to the twitching I was more than familiar with. The vibrator was still inside, and he was tuning the speed to control my pace. I couldn’t get the ‘routine’ out of my head no matter how hard I tried to disassociate with my daily life.

His hand wrapped around my neck and pulled me away, lying me on the bed with my head facing the opposite direction of the headboard. My body sank under his weight as he climbed on top of me, and raised my legs for me to hold onto.

Between the sensitive flaps of pussy, he replaced the vibrator by sticking his dick slowly inside, and my nipples erected on their own. ‘You want the clamps?’, he asked. My head gave the smallest nod and he helped me to secure the clips over my nipples. It was painful at the start, but it would go away as he begin to move. If I was already in it, might as well try to forget the suffering (no doubt temporary) with pleasure.

My pussy stuck itself out as he began thrusting, and moans escaped my mouth. I didn’t have to chance to discover masturbation when all these started, and I hoped he had not led me too far to rediscover them again. Was it supposed to be fast, loud sounding and intense? Or like drinking tea? To be enjoyed slowly and within control?

He was all to himself when he did me, he disliked the word ‘fuck’. I could understand why. I was after all his … My mind would go blank and begged for more, hands would go rubbing my clit to intensify the pleasure and each orgasms would send me screaming.

I was a slut in my own eyes. Unable to NOT get wet even when he wasn’t around. Each time I visited the toilet, I needed to relieve the urge my body was hinting at me. Everytime a guy looks at me, I would imagine how big he was. I was turning into a slave guys are looking to own.

‘Come, turn around’, he commanded in a deep voice and I was on my fours. Ass high in the air, savouring the moment when he filled me up with warmth again. My arms and legs were toned from trying to control his powerful pounding, and I learnt that squeezing my vagina tight would make it feel better, for the both of us.

As he went on non-stop for the ‘usual’ last part of our sex, I was cumming one after next, continously. That was when I did not mind what I was going through at all, it was something few of my friends could experience. Something so painful yet sexual, mindblowing at the same time addictive.

He pulled out as my body got weaker and he jumped off the bed. Standing towards me in front of the bed, I sat upright and slid off the edge, taking his dick and letting him finish the job. Although I disliked how he treated me here, I knew it was the end of part one. Maybe there would be two, or three? That was the only thing I couldn’t grasp.

My face slammed in his groin as he jerked his hips at me, choking me with his dick reaching deep down my throat. This time, he climbed onto the bed with his knees by my ears and was in missionary. From all these while, I had learnt how to feel his movements to prepare myself too.

A loud groan bursted out and he lifted his waist enough for me to milk his cum into my mouth, spraying a few waves of his salty semen right into my mouth. Ever since we begin doing this, I had no idea what was ‘a lot’. It was always little no matter how I tried to imagine ‘a lot’. That was how often I had helped him.

Once I licked him clean, he went to wash up and I got into the same blue dress again. I waited for him in the living room and had a small dildo ready. When he was comfortably seated next to me, I started pumping the toy into me for exactly two orgasms, marking the end of the session.

Surprisingly, that was the only time we did it today. Something else was on his mind. He was so busy on his iPad, scrolling on a wordy website. Although I was asked to jerk him off after dinner while he was on his iPad, it was still better to rest before he asked – again.

As requested, he wanted me to write something here if someone were to read it. So here it goes.

At times, I wonder if it was all so bad that I had to go through all these. All of us have something that set us on whatever path we are on in life, and this part can never be undone. I know myself best and I kinda(?) have an idea of the relationship I want to be with in future.

If you ever become my boyfriend, can you not change the routine too much? I want to please you as I know ‘pleasure’ and ‘sex’ to be. This is my ‘normal’ or ‘usual’, whichever way you put it. All I will ask for is to be brought out for dinner dates (with lots of awesome food) and movies.

Save me in a way I want to be saved.

Goodnight bearie.

Here is where her entry ends, and here is where you end as well J. Goodnight to you.

Guys, I have no idea what to do except to post this entry for her. Anything that follows this entry.. I’m just afraid it will do more harm than good. So I will leave things as it is for now.

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